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I'm really sorry about the delay. I had an injury that took away from my writing for a while, but I have no excuse for the past month and a half. Anyway, I don't want to delay it any further, so officially, here is the next installment of...
The Room of Desperation: Part 3
Arthur stared blankly at the screen. The past couple of days had been dreadfully boring. Shortly after banning the toilet for over a day, he received an assortment of pleads, begs, and mean complaints from the girls. He agreed to leave the toilet out all the time so they could use it whenever they chose as an apology. 'Some of May's empathy must have rubbed off on me,' he thought, chuckling to himself. The only worthwhile thing that came out of the recent times was a copious amount of urine that was built up in his tanks.
There was a few more hours left in the day, but Arthur's patience and empathy were growing thin. He was tired of watching four girls go about their lives completely normally, and the thrill of their naked bodies had left him. He flipped a switch and the toilet retreated underground.
"Sorry, the University won't allow me to keep it up anymore, girls," he lied through the microphone politely, to which he got no response. The four were still chatting amongst themselves as if he had said nothing. Clearly they were angry with him to some extent, but he could care less. He didn't begin this "experiment" to be liked.
A noise from behind startled him. He turned and saw May coming in. She wore a grey pantsuit and dress shoes that clacked loudly on the floor.
"How goes the experiment?" she asked, pulling up a chair.
"The toilet's been taken out again," said Arthur, pretending to scrutinize something on the screen. May sighed, then came over and sat on his lap, diverting his attention. "Let's not fight. I miss you." They kissed. Arthur pulled her closer, but she suddenly tensed.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I need to piss fucking bad." Arthur smiled, and embraced her completely.
. . .
"How long do you think we'll be in here?" Connie asked nonchalantly, but it was laced with a bit of anxiety.
"I've got no idea," Megan said, tying back her hair. Emily eyed Megan's breasts for only a moment, then quickly diverted her eyes when she looked in her direction.
"Arthur probably knows," Emily said, but got no response. "Uno," she added meekly. Tori threw down her cards. "It wouldn't be so bad if there was more to fucking do," she said angrily, "all we do is sit around. I wanna do something fun." She suddenly had the need to pass gas, but she felt that it would probably take the seriousness away from her mini-rant. "I want to go to the beach or something. He can't legally force us to stay in here, can he?"
"Would you really want to?" Connie asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we can't remember anything about our lives right now. They've got to know how to give it back, and we aren't going to be here forever. I don't know if I would want to just be released into the world without any idea who I am, or where to go." The others nodded in agreement.
"I think I might be a vet, maybe," Connie said, focusing on her shrouded memories, trying to find some sort of familiarity.
"I think I'm still a student," Emily told them, doing the same.
"Me too! Somewhere in college, probably," Megan said enthusiastically. Emily smiled a little.
"I think I'mmmmmmm...." Tori squinted, puzzled. "I think I'm a stripper." The girls laughed.
"Who knows? Whatever we are, all we know is right now, we're in this place with each other," said Connie.
"Hear hear," Tori agreed.
. . .
May felt a euphoric rush of relief as she loosened her belt. She'd pulled it particularly tight this morning to thoroughly enjoy her need to pee. She didn't use the restroom when she woke up that morning, anticipating 'making up' with Arthur. She'd almost forgotten how difficult it was to hold it in the mornings when getting ready for the day. She laughed a little at a funny memory around an hour before, when she was doing a rather embarrassing pee-dance in her underwear while she brushed her teeth.
Arthur felt his pockets. "They're in the car," he said, meaning condoms, and hurriedly left the building. May took this opportunity to release something she knew Arthur wouldn't like very much. She'd been holding it along with her urine for quite some time. She felt it inside her, but it didn't feel as ready to come out as it did before. She pushed hard for a few seconds, but her bladder contracted, forcing her to bend at the knees a little. May was a master at holding, though, and could hold this huge amount of liquid with sheer willpower. She knew that this power will soon fail as she filled, though, so she resumed pushing while she still could, until a loud airy squeak escaped her bottom. This caused another contraction inside her, and she did a three-second long dance-step. She sat down in the chair as she waiting for Arthur.
A few minutes past, and she decided to attempt something Arthur would never let her do out of worry and consideration, but she didn't think it could do much damage. She felt her hard abdomen as she braced herself. She brought one hand up and struck herself in the bladder. It made her double over and need to pee much more, but mostly it hurt. She regretted it for about thirty seconds, but then she wanted to do it again. She struck herself even harder this time, then again, then again. It tripled her need to go. She was fidgeting in the chair now, holding herself and whimpering. To tell the truth, she was embellishing her movements a little, but her need was certainly intense.
It took Arthur another ten minutes to return. He entered the room and was immediately embraced by May, who could care less about the way it jostled her bladder. She liked this new roughness about it. She took Arthur by the hand, letting the condom slip through his fingers. "Forget it," she said, smiling.
...
Megan's whole face was red. Though it didn't appear as though anyone had noticed her predicament, it certainly felt like it. If it didn't already happen, it was going to very soon. She did her best to hide her breasts with her arms, but it wasn't very effective. Truth be told, she was unbelievably horny. She hadn't masturbated since before she woke up in the room. Her itching, burning desire was causing her nipples to become erect. She wasn't sure how noticeable it really was, but she didn't want to take any chances.
Excusing herself from the table where everyone was talking, she went over to her bed and got the sheet. She wrapped it around her body under her arms like she just got out of the shower and sat back down. Answering a questioning glance from Tori, she said "it's cold."
She just wanted to feel something, anything, down there. For the first time since she woke up, she truly felt like she had no privacy. The shame of being in the nude in front of people passes with time after you've also seen them naked already, but this naughty desire she can't shake was too embarrassing for her to share. She discreetly touched her hand to her nether regions, and she felt a bit of wetness. Maybe a bit more than a bit. All she knew was she needed to scratch this itch.
The lights suddenly shut off above them with no warning. There was a moment of silence, which Tori broke.
"Where's that dude and his weird 'goodnight?'" she asked. Megan shrugged.
"Guess it's time to sleep," Connie said absent mindlessly. Megan was relieved they were heading to bed, she badly wanted an opportunity to have a toss. She climbed in bed, but she had to wait for what seemed like forever for the others to stop tossing and turning. She closed her eyes as tiredness began to set in. She was just going to rest her eyes for a moment so she can visualize something, some kind of sexy scenario...
She was interrupted by what sounded like muffled crying. Megan looked over at the dark figure of Emily facing the wall with her face buried in her hands.
"Emily?" she asked as quietly as she could, and the crying abruptly ceased. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Emily said back, wiping the tears from her face.
"It doesn't seem like it..."
Emily sighed. "I just... I just don't like this. I don't like where we are, how we can't wear anything, how we can't even use the restroom when we need to... There's absolutely no privacy here. Worst of all, I can't even remember anything outside of this place."
"It can't last forever," Megan assured her, "that guy said it's only for like a week I think, right?"
"I guess. I just don't like this. I also don't like how we're being watched. I don't know what kind of sick experiment this is, but I definitely would NOT have signed up to be in it. This is awful." Megan sat on the bed next to Emma and put her arm around her as she struggled to think of a way she could be consoled. In the darkness, she saw Emily's eyes seemed to glimmer all on their own as she looked back at her. Moments passed. Then, suddenly, without thinking too much, she made a spur-of-the-moment decision she would never do if she took a minute to think. Megan leaned in and kissed Emily on the lips.
They didn't know what they felt. Megan was struggling to figure out a next move, while Emily was just wildly nervous. They got closer, their lips locked together. After a long time, Megan noticed her strong desire once again. She slowly moved her hand from Emily's shoulder, lower and lower, until she found her fingers in between Emily's legs. She gasped and backed away. "What are we doing?"
"I don't have a clue," Megan said, and kissed her again. She brought her hand to Emily's girlhood. She gasped again. Megan's hands were rather cold, but mostly she felt something completely unfamiliar. She'd felt sexual pleasure before, but never from someone else's touch. Megan's other hand was on Emily's breast. Emily hesitantly brought her hand to Megan's pussy, making the same movements she was doing to her. Their breathing quickened, and their hearts were beating like crazy. Emily let out a soft moan, but soon stifled the urge. She thanked God the other two were such heavy sleepers.
"With you---there..." Emily stuttered.
"Ssh," Megan told her, kissing her way down Emily's body.
"I can't-- Megan... Oh..."
"Sssshh,"
Emily bit her tongue trying to stay quiet. Her whole body shivered when Megan's lips met her girlhood. The way she moved her tongue and her fingers was the best thing Emily's ever felt. She clutched the sides of the bed. She wanted to moan so badly. Did she need to pee? She couldn't tell. She felt euphoric all throughout her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her lip to stay as silent as possible. Emily climaxed more than once. So did Megan, but by her own accord.
Megan brought herself back up next to Emily again and closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep. Emily was awake for a little while, processing what had just happened. She touched her pussy with her hand and felt a lot of wetness. She rose from the bed and dried herself with some toilet paper from one of the crates. She put her hand to her abdomen. She definitely needed to pee. She glanced over to where the toilet used to be, but there was no relief to be found yet. She went back to the beds and saw Megan asleep in hers. Emily contemplated if she should sleep in the empty bed or next to her new partner. Was Megan her partner? The poor girl was so confused.
She sat down in the empty bed. Thinking about all the things that happened that night, she ultimately decided to crawl into the bed next to Megan and put her arm around her. She soon fell asleep. |
Because of my long delay on this, I'll be trying to post a lot more. Here's the next installment of...
The Room of Desperation: Part 4
"Mmm!" May moaned, as her bladder once again loudly announced it's discomfort. It made it worse and better with Arthur there on top of her. Her bladder was bursting, and Arthur was beginning to make things a bit rougher. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrusted faster and faster. Her bladder was being jostled, the liquid inside sloshing around. It felt like it was pressing up against her other organs, forcing them to make room for it's expansion. She wanted to continue to hold it for a long, long time, but based on Arthur's nervous movements, she thought he was about to cum soon.
"Don't come," she told him, and he focused with his eyes closed. With him inside her, it made it infinitely easier to hold it in. The pain was far worse, but there were very little leaks or spurts.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said.
"Don't," May managed to say, as his pace increased and her bladder was shaken up. He let out a long sigh and she felt him come, so she tightened her legs around him. "At least stay inside me," she said, panting hard, "I really need to pi-iss. It hurts so badly, oh god, I can't stand it! Fuck me, keep fucking me!" Arthur shut his eyes and resumed.
"Push it..." she said. "push on it," she guided his hand over her bloated belly. "Push on it, push hard." He did what he was told, first a bit soft, then a lot harder. May moaned loudly, biting her lip and digging her nails into Arthur's back. He'd never seen her like this before. He was astounded by the level of pleasure she was getting from it. He pushed even harder, and her legs began to shake. He pushed with his body weight, and May near screamed. He quickly retracted his hands, nervous about her state.
"No, keep going, do it... do it harder, please..." she mumbled, as she almost climaxed again. "oh, dear god, I need to go... I need it... oww-owwww... hurtsssss..."
Arthur was fighting between his intense lust for this, and his fear that May would hurt herself. He felt her severely distended bladder with his fingertips and pushed a little bit. There was little reaction. He pushed much harder, and May lurched forward, holding her stomach. "Oh-ho! Goddd..." Arthur quickly retracted his hands from her bladder and pulled out. Piss immediately exploded out of May, powerfully hitting Arthur and soaking everything near it. May clamped both hands on her womanhood, piss streaming and spraying around her hand and quickly pooling around her butt. "Put it back in! Oh-ohh... Arthur..." Something about the way she spoke made Arthur change his decision. He went back to May, thrusting a bit less rough and a bit more passionately. Urine was spraying out of May around his dick. He went deeper, but it still found it's way out a little. Eventually, it stopped, but they were both surrounded by May's pee.
Arthur pushed on May's belly again, this time harder than ever. May almost screamed. Tears began streaming down her face. "Owww-owww, ow, ohhh goddd...." He quickly pulled out, scared for May's health. She once again exploded, peeing with insane power. She moaned all through the stream, the hissing almost as loud as her voice. Her stream died down to a steady leak. She sat up, still leaking. "Oh my god I've never felt like that before," she put one hand on her bladder, which was still emptying. She pushed, and the stream strengthened to a hiss again. "I love it," she laughed as she finally finished peeing. She leaned back on her hands, feeling like a new person.
...
Emily woke because of a loud beeping coming from the center of the room. She'd slept through the fluorescent lights being turned on because of her lack of sleep the night before. She looked up at a sleeping Megan and smiled a little. She wanted to lay there for a little while longer with her, but her bladder felt like a bowling ball inside her tummy. It pulsed badly and her knees shook a little bit as she carefully slid out from underneath Megan's arm, and when she stood it got a little worse. She walked briskly over to the toilet and let out a long, hissing piss. She let out a sigh once she finished. Megan turned over on her side in a rather uninviting position, so Emily just fixed herself breakfast.
Tori woke up next. It was her bladder that brought her out of sleep. It was a less dire than Emily's need was, but a little urgent nonetheless. She got out of bed, realized the toilet wasn't there anymore, then disappointingly crawled back into bed. Though she really needed to pee, she drifted back into slumber.
Connie woke up. She shuffled tiredly over to the food crate, got out a variety of snacks, and brought it over to the couch where Emily was sitting. Emily wanted to tell someone about last night so bad, but she didn't know how Megan would feel about it. Connie would be her number one choice to tell because her personality was much quieter than Tori's, but she would still have to consult Megan.
A little while later, Megan woke up. She groggily crawled out of bed and went over to the food crate. Emily smiled at her, but it appeared as though Megan didn't see her. She got a pop-tart packet and sat down on the far side of the couch. "I took that toilet for granted when it was here," Megan grumbled. Connie laughed, "yeah, same. I gotta pee." Neither of their needs were very bad, more of a dull ache than an urgent need.
Disappointingly for Emily, the day was being rather normal. It was just like all of the other days. She was hoping she'd have a little more of a connection with Megan, but she acted as though nothing happened. Two hours had passed and they barely even spoke to each other.
Connie was now fanning her legs and Megan was sitting on her heel. They both needed to pee a lot worse than before.
Tori crawled out of bed with a sour look on her face. Her right hand was over her belly. She needed to urinate far worse than the others, but it wasn't her normal urge that forced her to dance around, it was more of a strong discomfort. She could definitely hold it, but it was painful.
Walking hurt, but she figured she should make her way to the others. She shuffled to the couch and leaned on the back with her hands, marching very slow. Bending her legs added a little extra pressure to her bladder, so it was kept to a very small dance.
"Morning, Tori," Connie greeted.
"Morning..." Tori mumbled. She took a deep breath.
"You alright?"
"I just really need to pee. It's so bad," She nervously laughed and let her head drop back. She put her hands over her stomach and groaned. The girls had grown accustomed to this outward display of desperation, especially from Tori, because they'd all been through it so many times before.
It was almost a half hour before the sound of beeping filled the room again. Tori had made her way to the couch, sitting as still as she could. When it sounded, she jumped, adding harsh pains to her bladder. She groaned as the bloated mass of urine sloshed around, complaining about her standing. Shuffling even slower than before, she cupped her womanhood with both hands and sat down on the toilet. She let go, but nothing came. The urine inside of her was fighting to be released, but apparently her body wouldn't allow it.
She put a little bit of pressure on her bladder with both of her hands. She felt the bulge protruding out of her belly like a water balloon. She pushed a bit harder, and she began to leak. It dripped out of her for a minute, then grew to a hissing stream that felt really good.
The toilet returned again a few hours later, this time Connie went. The poor girl had been jumping up and down for ages. Megan was feeling the same way, but she was a bit more discreet about it. Connie sat down on the toilet and burst. She laughed from how good it felt. The sound made Megan twitch her feet. She put her hands on her thighs. Her bladder strongly pulsed. She'd refrained from holding herself up until this point as a test of willpower, (she wanted to train for when her bathroom breaks became few and far between). She'd ball her hands into fists and clench them at her sides, dancing in spot. Sometimes she'd push on the chair right in front of her crotch, but not directly on her crotch. The introduction of this sound coming from Connie was where she drew the line, though. She grabbed her pussy and rocked her hips.
Another beep sounded, one they'd never heard before. It was higher and faster. The wall opened up like garage doors, revealing the bathroom that held showers, and a Jacuzzi. Tori and Connie eagerly went in. Megan went to her bed, where she lay down to take a nap. 'I'll wake up when the toilet comes,' she thought, holding herself. 'If I don't wet the bed.'
Megan didn't know how long she'd been asleep, but she was woken up by Emily. She shook her gently by the shoulder. "Megan, wake up," she said. The sleeping girl grimaced. Her need to pee was far worse now, and she direly needed a toilet.
"Listen..." Emily said, "shouldn't we talk about... you know..."
Megan sat up, her hands shoved in her crotch and her hips rocking. Emily pretended not to notice.
"What do you mean?" Megan feigned stupidity. She had an obviously worried look on her face. She felt like she was going to burst any second!
"Last night!" Emily said incredulously, "what are we? Dating, was that a one time thing, what is it?"
Megan's bladder pulsed intensely. "I--um..." she struggled to find words. Honestly, she didn't like thinking about these things. They sort of scared her. Plus, this isn't the best time for her to be making a decision. "What do you want to b-be?" she asked.
"I--ugh, I don't know... I-- uhm.. I like you and all, but I don't know what to do here."
The desperate girl almost let out a spurt, but she regained control. Her nervous movements slowly died down, until she was only fidgeting a little.
"I guess..." Emily continued, "I maybe want to go somewhere with this?"
Megan nodded, She was as still as she was going to get. "Okay... Let's do it then." This was the worst possible conversation to be rushing along, but Megan really needed to go. She needed to focus on containing her liquid until the toilet arrives and she can release it.
Emily didn't seem to care that Megan rushed the conversation. Maybe she didn't notice. They kissed, then Emily went about her business in the bathroom, seeming very happy. The toilet didn't come until about ten minutes after that. During that time, Megan tossed and turned in the bed, both hands clutching her crotch tight. She felt like she was going to burst any second. When the beep sounded, it was like music to her ears. She leapt out of bed, (which was a pretty bad move on her part. She immediately spurted). She ran to the toilet, leaking all the way, then pissed for what seemed like hours. A long, hard, hissing urine stream that pattered in the bowl like rain on pavement. "So good..." she muttered to herself. She glanced over at the bathroom, where Emily, Connie, and Tori were all talking. She noticed that Emily didn't seem as quiet as she did before and smiled. Maybe this would go somewhere. |
First post here! Hope I'm doing this right.
Here is a Rinzumo one-shot I wrote, the fourth edition to my Omo no Exorcist series, where I write drabbles, be it one or two-shots, of Blue Exorcist ships and omorashi. You are always welcome to send me any ideas/prompts/requests for any two characters and a situation and I can write it. So long as it is not sexual, incestual, big age difference or watersports oriented, I am happy.
Summary: One-shot. After an entire day of errands, taking a toll on Izumo’s legs, Rin offers to carry her on his shoulders.
Inspired by fightable-omo's imagine post on tumblr. Person A is Rin; Person B is Izumo.
Goodness knows how long they’ve been walking.
It probably wasn’t long but to the plum-haired tamer, it felt like an age.
What were they doing again? They’d been sent out on multiple errands on their day off, her and Rin that is. She was absolutely certain that this was a whole set-up. Shiemi had somehow found out about her completely idiotic and inconvenient crush on the blue-haired half-demon Son of Satan that was Rin Okumura, and probably demanded on being the delegator so she could do this. Perfect. Just perfect.
As long as nothing happened today, it’ll be fine.
What Shiemi had probably intended was for Izumo to be brought to a situation - in this case, spending an entire day with Rin and having to talk to him for prolonged periods of time - where she would have no other choice but to confess her hidden feelings for him. Hah! Fat. chance.
There was absolutely no way she’d ever let herself get to that point. Not now, not ever.
What was even the point of going through such trouble to utter words that would soon be forgotten? It was clear, more than ever, that Rin didn’t feel the same. And as much as that pained Izumo to think about, it was blatantly true. He saw them as just friends, nothing else.
Crushes were just annoying, silly, irritating infatuations, figments of the heart pining for someone who their clouded brain somehow believes can be a possibility but in reality, entirely unattainable.
She’ll get over it sooner or later, and like the other crushes she had in the past, it’ll be washed away like tides.
Tides.
Which brings her onto the second point.
They weren’t overloaded with tasks. However, because of Rin’s heritage attracting all sorts of demons to him like a magnet in a field of iron, they’d been out for a lot longer than planned. And by that, the entire day. They set off at nine in the morning and it was now, what? Six in the evening?
It didn’t help that there was a heat wave this week, so they’d guzzled down drink after drink to compensate for their profuse sweating, disgusting as it may be to say that.
It got cooler in recent hours, thankfully, but Rin kept drinking.
She slowed down on her fluid intake too, and declined Rin’s offers to buy her more juice, despite voicing his concerns that “You’ll dehydrate!”.
She was far more than hydrated, and her body gradually began to remind her the extent to how much that was precise.
Rin finished the last of his cup. “Wait here.” he ordered, as he walked off the path to dump the litter into the bin.
Another pulse resonated in her lower abdomen and she pressed one thigh against the other until the feeling subsided, gritting her teeth. She was thankful Rin had asked to stop; it was much easier to do this when they weren’t walking.
Dammit… She knew she wasn’t going to be able to keep her stealthy shifting for long. The urges were growing in frequency and, by experience, she had worked out a rough duration of time until she wouldn’t be able to keep still. Which was pretty soon.
“You okay?” Rin queried, taking note of her slight tense expression. Her hands had curled into the front of her skirt as a way of stopping her from holding herself.
“Huh?!” Izumo snapped out of her thoughts, turning round to see Rin looking back at her, concerned. “Oh yeah, I’m good. Just…”
“Tired?” Rin finished, grinning a little. “Same here. It’s been a long day for the both of us.”
“It has. We’re done for the day, right?” Izumo blurted out, before letting her brain process her next response.
“Uh, well… We just need to patrol around the perimeter of campus. Once we’re done, then yeah. We can totally head back.”
She knew that. Why did she even bother asking if she did?
Not a single day passed without her getting so frustrated at herself. Go figures.
“H-how long do you suspect that will be?”
“Ooh, not sure. I’d just give up and go back if I could, but because my damn brother’s observing us like a fucking hawk-” Rin almost spat, and cupped his hands around his mouth and turned to the nearest CCTV camera. “-Oi! Yukio, you hear that?! …I’m afraid we have no choice but to obey Teach’s demands.”
A click came from said camera. “You could spend less time whinging and more time completing your task, then you can be back in your bed reading shojo manga. I have a duty of monitoring the school grounds.” Yukio’s voice squawked though the camera microphone.
“Fuck you too~!” Rin yelled, flipping the air.
Izumo couldn’t help but giggle at the display the Okumura brothers were giving. Total polar opposites, they were. Just like Okumura had said; they’re like oil and water.
She instantly wished she hadn’t done that, because the stress was close to making her lose control. She abruptly stopped and cradled her stomach.
Rin grinned in surprise and glanced at her.
“You have a nice laugh.”
She blinked a few times, removing her hand. “What? Really?”
“Yeah! I’m gonna make you laugh more often.”
She involuntarily reddened. People had said her laugh was anything but nice. She hardly did it, and even she thought it sounded like a pterodactyl met a frog.
“Sorry did I embarrass you? My bad…” Rin rubbed the back of his head bashfully.
“Oh no, it’s okay. Um, thanks for the compliment.”
This guy is too nice. And I’m bad at this.
“No prob. Anyway, let’s get going before the textbook-fucker says anything else.” Rin waved a hand in the air, gesturing Izumo to continue walking with him.
Feeling another wave hit her, she sucked in a breath. It’ll be fine. Just a few minutes more of this and we’re done.
…Right?
Not quite.
The campus was actually much, much, much bigger than she’d remembered and they’d spent half an hour an they were only part of the way there. Fortunately, Shiemi and Suguro were given the other half to patrol, but they still had a large portion of their side to walk around on.
The realisation that they were to be stuck here for a while made Izumo groan and squeeze her hand on her legs.
I’m not fit for this amount of walking.
“How about a shoulder ride?”
The question was so casual and innocent, it threw Izumo off completely. She only heard the last two words and her mind had interpreted the first connotation it could come up with.
“Urgh, RIDE?! How disgusting! I will not fuck your shoulders, thank you very much!” She burned red with mortification at the mental image of her rocking her hips against Rin’s neck, him crying out in pleasure.
Rin’s smile dropped at her sudden outburst. It took him a few seconds to connect the dots and when he did, his face burned red.
“Woah, oh my god! Not that kind of ride!!! No way!” Rin frantically waved his hands in front of him. Jesus she has a dirty mind!
“Then what do you mean by shoulder ride?!”
“I meant: How about I carry you on my shoulders?”
Oh.
Izumo mentally cursed herself for the sexual interpretation. Blame being in a mixed school with teenage boys for that.
Sitting on his shoulders meant they were talking their friendship to a whole new level. That meant skin on skin - or rather, leg to neck - contact and Izumo just wasn’t able to process that intimacy. I can’t handle that!
Besides, more pressing matters wouldn’t allow for that.
“No.” Was all she said.
“You know you want to~”
“Never.”
Rin frowned momentarily. “Your legs look tired, Izumo. Come on, I’ll carry you the rest of the way. I really like giving shoulder rides!” Rin enthused, seeing the potential fun in carrying his classmate - and friend - around.
“No… I can’t. What if someone sees us?” Izumo cried. There was nothing going on between them and if anyone had caught them two, well… She’ll consider stealing one of
Mr Okumura’s guns and shooting into her mouth.
“Nobody’s here, it’s just us! You’ll really enjoy it. Shiemi does. I’m sure you will. Trust me, you won’t regret it!”
If she was honest, all the walking around the whole day had began to take a toll on her leg muscles and they ached in agony. Rin’s incessant offering to carry her back sounded more and more appealing, if not for the fact her lower abdomen was cramping - and not out of menstrual pain - so bad she had to keep walking to prevent her bursting bladder from, well, bursting.
Times like this she wished she was just more upfront with her needs.
Rin crouched down in front of her, jerking his thumb at his back. “Hop on. I’m not hearing anything else from you.”
She stood her ground, trying to communicate her resolve. Rin didn’t move, ultimately leaving her with no choice.
A minute passed and next thing she knew, she was reluctantly swinging her legs over his shoulders and perching behind his neck.
I’m gonna regret this.
Rin grasped both of her cuffs in either hand. They were warm and gentle.
“Okay, I’m gonna lift on a count of three. One, two-”
“No no please be slow!”
He was counting too fast and, more than ever, she was legitimately worried she’ll lose control right there and then.
“…Sure. Let me know when you’re ready.”
She exhaled a lengthy breath and adjusted herself on Rin, trying her absolute best to be as comfortable as she could - in her situation, which was impossible.
“Okay. Do it. But only for a few minutes.”
As requested, Rin slowly rose, holding tight onto her ankles. Izumo gripped onto his shirt, biting her lip. Rin had completely stood up and Izumo now felt the shift in gravity, which should have relieved some of the pressure, only deepened it.
This isn’t good.
Rin began walking and every move was felt in her body and, as if to mock her, heightened.
She found herself, as discreetly as she could, shifting herself and very, very gently grinding her crotch against the nape of Rin’s neck. The relief, if not for a few seconds, felt sweet and it was almost impossible to control it.
“Hey, uh, is this uncomfortable for you?”
“What-uh, no, this is great.”
“Because you’re gripping onto me real hard.”
Oh shoot! “Sorry.” She corrected herself and rested her hands flat against his shoulders.
“I forgot to ask, but are you scared of heights?”
“..No?” She answered and only a few seconds later she realised, she could have said she was and he’d let her down. A lie could have saved her suffering.
“Oh good. But then why are you so tense? Just relax and sit on me.”
“I-I am! This is just… weird. I don’t like it.” She quickly replied, unable to think up a good excuse other than her utmost desperation and - oh god, oh god, not good at all.
“The word you’re looking for is fun, I think.”
“Uh, no. I don’t think so.” This is literally the opposite of fun… This is torture.
“Maybe I’ll convert you in a few minutes’ time. Just you wait.”
There was a sudden drop in step as the ground became unleavened and it pushed down on Izumo a little harshly. No no no!! She yelped and in a state of panic, her hand flew in between her legs and she pushed her fingers through her skirt fabric, desperately begging her body to hold in the threatening flow.
That wasn’t enough and she erratically shifted against him, squeezing her thighs closer together, almost strangling the poor guy.
Fortunately he was okay but that seemed to be the lightbulb moment.
“…Izumo, do you need to go to the bathroom?” He spoke up once her moving on him lessened.
She detested how he’d pretty much hit the nail on the head, minus the under exaggeration.
“N-no I don’t! Urgh, can we just keep moving so we can get this over and done with?” She snapped.
Every step and movement Rin made was felt and inched her closer and closer to spilling. She couldn’t - and wouldn’t - remove her hand from where it had been planted in absolute fear that once she let go, her muscles too would let go. Even though, at this moment, she wanted no more than to do just that. She felt her breath quicken and she attempted to calm herself down by taking deeper breaths - not too deep, any sort of additional pressure felt as if a sharp needle was pricking a water balloon - and closed her eyes.
Come on Izumo… Don’t you dare have an accident like a child! You’re not a child!God, her thighs are a furnace. I don’t remember Shiemi being like this. Rin wished that she didn’t need to clamp her thighs so close to his face. He suspected his skin would be scorching for the fact that he was a fire demon, but he could actually feel the heat from her skin.
“Izumo, just tell me if you need the bathroom or not-”
He was interrupted by a shrill from the girl as she was hit with the worst urge yet and she hunched forward, managing to wrap one arm around Rin’s neck. Her voice trickled into quiet whimpers, the pain just so unbearable. Tears pricked the corners of her tightly shut eyes and for once, she just didn’t care. It wasn’t like Rin would be able to see them from that angle anyway.
“Izumo, yes or no and I’ll let you down.”
All sense of propriety left her in that instant and she finally, finally gave in to imploring.
“YES! Please let me down I am SO close to- AH! ” She sharply gasped, eyes widening.
She froze and at that moment, she discerned she was too late.
And her body finally, finally gave way.
Rin felt the hot liquid hiss out of her and stream all the way down the back of his shirt, that bifurcated at the base of his neck, winding its way across the collarbones and travelling down the front and even under his shirt, too. Trickles found their way to his belt and stopped when colliding with the dense polyester material of his trousers. Soft pattering was heard underneath them as a small but growing puddle of formed. His shirt clung to his skin as it had got more and more soaked and cold soon replaced the temporary warmth, as one’s skin would feel when stepping out of a swimming pool. Only, this was a teenage female’s body fluid and not chlorinated water.
Her legs trembled under the alarming pressure and she just couldn’t keep any figment of herself still. For the duration, she had forgotten her surroundings and allowed herself a string of disgraceful moaning under the immense relief she would deny for all her life to be sweet. She sucked in sharp breaths when her lungs would deplete of air and jumped up every time she did, almost like a sob. Minus the crying.
The flow didn’t show any signs of slowing down for at least a minute until it gradually tapered off into a few drips that ran down Rin’s chest.
His entire shirt, part of his trousers and definitely Izumo’s underwear and the front of her skirt were all so humiliatingly sodden. She was only reminded of this when her clothes grew cold under the hand that was still held at her crotch in futility.
Once Rin registered she had finished, he crouched down and levered her off him. She shifted off him and looked anywhere but him and her mess.
“Izumo…”
“Don’t look at me!” She choked, the tears racing down her cheeks. Her dry hand found her mouth, covering it, and let herself sob uncontrollably right in front of a classmate. Too late, I’ve already humiliated myself enough. He’ll never want me!
Rin flinched at the familiarity of the outcry.
“Don’t look at me! I’m so ashamed… I don’t want anybody seeing me like this!”
But this time there wasn’t any shame for not rushing to help her best friend. There wasn’t any underrunning sense of anguish caused by guilt and self-hatred.
This was shame, raw embarrassment and utter humiliation on her own accord from, what had slowly drawn onto Rin, an action that was likened to something someone similar to her sister’s age would have done. Unacceptable and pathetic for a growing fifteen year old, is what she probably thought.
And she looked oh, so broken.
Most people would have felt second-hand embarrassment just by seeing the sufferer consumed in their own humiliation. And Rin would have if it wasn’t for her vanquish weeping, her snivelling that brought back the irrefutable throb in his heart he felt back at the boot camp and many other times over the course of the year. He might have not been the closest to the girl but the urge to reach out to her, give her the comfort and reassurance she profoundly needed right now, overrided everything else. Even the fact he knew she despised intimacy and comfort more than anything.
He did the best thing he could, and that was physical solace.
Cautious hands found the dampened cheeks of the young tamer, his soft thumbs gently wiping away the tears that stemmed from her clouded fuchsia eyes. At the touch she stopped mid-sob, her eyes widening a little, the action letting a few more tears escape.
“Please, Izumo don’t cry. It was an accident.” He soothed, his face contorting in distress as he felt a few warm drops roll over his fingers. Without a moment’s delay, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his body.
Surprisingly, she didn’t push him away. Instead, she stood there, her sobbing minimising to a few choked gasps and sniffles.
Or not so surprisingly.
“I-I’m soaked in my…” she managed to whisper.
“I don’t care. I’m not moving until you’ve calmed down.” He set foot on his resolve, running his hands up and down her back in gentle circles.
Despite herself, she found herself leaning into the touch far more readily than she expected. It was as if her body was acting on its own, grabbing onto whatever affection it could get. She couldn’t tell if it was because of now, or the fact that her feelings had ran for so long, her body ached for anything it could get from Rin. She didn’t cling onto him - no, she never did that - but she accepted the gestures she’d come to appreciate a lot more in the long run.
She’d never admit it, but it felt ever so comforting and it drew her away from all the events that had happened in the last few minutes momentarily. She was about to rest her head into the crook of his neck, before noticing the slick nature of it, and instead hung her head low, sliding her eyes shut so she wouldn’t have any other visible reminders. They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, and Izumo finally began to pull away from Rin.
“You good now?”
She nodded slowly, wiping at her nose.
“Let’s just… forget about the task and get ourselves cleaned up.”
Before she could get another word out, he grabbed her hand - the clean one, that is - and began pulling her in the direction of the dormitory buildings.
“My lips are sealed. I won’t tell anyone about any of this.”
“You better not.”
He chuckled softly, and ever so cutely.
This was a crush that’ll take a heck of a long time to get over.
…And cute after care pursues.
Available to read on AO3 and tumblr.
I was going to write in Suguro instead of Izumo, but I figured out that he’s way too tall for Rin to carry and he’d probably topple over from the imbalance. XD So I went with the next tsundere Exwire there is.
{Additional note: I used the English dub dialogue from when Izumo was crying in the boot camp episode (7). Sorry to those English sub or manga translation fans. I’m just used to the dub.}
Hope you enjoyed!
Edited July 21, 2017 by SugarBubbles
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I completely concur, not that I'm very good at it. I tend to fixate on particular lines of thinking/combinations which is not at all helpful when trying to think of other ways to describe similar actions/scenarios.
My personal take on omorashi fiction is somewhat skewed by love of fantasy/sci-fi adventure novels.
In my not-anywhere-near-knowledgeable opinion, omorashi novel writing is written on a spectrum with 2 extremes.
Extreme 1: There is little in the story. The entire fiction is based around describing simple, often unexplained, events in an engaging and vivid manner.
Extreme 2: The fiction is all about the story. Any omorashi content is there by happenstance or as an afterthought.
Again, these are extremes.
I only have 2 fictions in the now 5 (wow, it's been half a decade) years I've been a member of this site.
This is one of them: A New Sword (https://www.omorashi.org/topic/38291-a-new-sword/)
.(Shameless plug blah blah blah...) Well it's the story I'm most familiar with seeing as how I wrote it so I'll be using it as an example of the principles I'm talking about.
Anyone who reads the novel should recognize it as an example of the 2nd extreme. I'm not too good with descriptive or sensory writing. Those just aren't the kinds of things I focus on. That being said, its not a perfect example seeing as how aspects of the plot are driven by the omorashi content. But it's pretty close.
Every story has 2 things:
Plot - What is the story about? This can be as simple as "XYZ wets his/her bed in the morning." Or it can be as complicated as the entire Star Wars universe. Point is that every story has world building, no matter its scale. I had a teacher who was an enthusiastic advocate of character driven stories. Great characters inserted into any environment can build a great story by simply asking "What would XYZ do?"
Environment - If Plot is about what happens, then environment is about where everything takes place. Environment deals with people and their surroundings on a sensory, physical level.
Together, they build the world.
A New Sword opens on the front steps of the MacArthur Academy, a fictional public school set in some suburb outside of a city.
Plot - How does the school tie in to the story? The school provides a foil for the VR world of Spire. It reminds readers that there is a real world. It creates connections. Some of these connections, such as Rachel and Michelle both attending were preset. Rachel having other friends at the school that Michelle wasn't close with was also a preset plot point. But there was no need for me to limit myself to just Sam. I could have made it so that Rachel had an entire collection of people join them in the game.
Environment - There are many facts about the school that weren't immediately important, but that had the potential to guide the plot in various ways. The school is public, with a parking lot in the front. The school could have been private, it could have it's parking lot around the back, it could have white walls, it could have brick walls, it could have an arched roof. At the time, all these details did was paint the scene. But at the same time, some time in the future I may go back and change one of them to fit a plot point or allow one of them to determine a plot point.
The world then is this public school just letting out its last class of the day. Of course, there is more to the world. But at first, this is all that matters. The environment describes this world and as plot moves, so too does the environment. The two are not quite one, but they certainly go hand and hand.
This leads me to my tips:
1) Know why you are writing.
Why am I writing? Clearly I'm not the next Jane Austen or Isaac Asimov. I can't evoke vivid imagery properly. I'm writing because I enjoy it. I'm writing so that I can live vicariously through my characters. I'm writing to record my dreams so that I can read them again and dream bigger, grander, more elaborately.
2) Know what you are writing.
This is often informed by tip 1. I want to see certain scenes/events. I want to connect them, progressing from one to the other in order to reach a specific goal, the final point, the zenith of the story. A New Sword is written in the style of the many mmo-themed web novels and follows many of their tropes. I want to see people pursuing their goals. And I want to see people succeed. But I also want to see them struggle. I want to see them work for it and rejoice with them when they succeed. That is why I like watching bad sports dramas like 23 Blast and Invincible. That is why I like omorashi. In particular, I am a fan of desperation and slow wetting. (Although nothing scat-related... not sure why. I guess on some psychological my mind views it as being especially unclean and rejects it).
3) Consistency is King.
While it is certainly possible to write great, entertaining stories with inconsistent elements, almost all of the best stories have some consistency. If something in the story is inconsistent and didn't affect the story, was it important in the first place? Another thing is that inconsistency can be used to create interest through playing with expectations and to lend character. A consistent writing style can help keep readers engaged and prevent confusion. This is not to say that all characters should sound the same (mine tend to :/) but that characters ought to be consistent with themselves. Plot holes tend to get bigger with time which is why shorter stories can get away with more of them.
4) Simplicity can be your friend.
Is it really necessary to know that the main character has a plain white bath towel in their bathroom? The answer is maybe. I've found it helpful to keep my writing from getting even more verbose and bloated if I only include things that answer one of the following questions.
Is it necessary for the plot?
Does it help shape the character in which something else hasn't already?
Is it necessary in order to affirm something to the reader?
Is it necessary to evoke a certain atmosphere/emotion/expectation/environment/etc?
Do you as the writer deem it necessary?
Good luck. I look forward to reading your future fictions. :)
... just my two cents.
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Summary: One-shot, set after the Illuminati arc. Rin and Koneko notice that things are still tense between Shima and Suguro - long after everyone’s accepted Shima’s new occupation. On their day off, they send the two to spend a day talking things through. Not as much talking through ensues.
Spoilers for the manga! I suggest reading this after reading all current updates of the manga, up to where Suguro begins mentoring under Lewin, unless you don’t mind being spoiled.
Third edition to my Omo no Exorcist series, where I write drabbles, be it one or two-shots, of Blue Exorcist ships and omorashi. You are always welcome to send me any ideas/prompts/requests for any two characters and a situation and I can write it. So long as it is not sexual, incestual, big age difference or watersports oriented, I am happy.
It was no inordinary day. They were just hanging out, you know? Just two guys spending time with each other on their school day off like any other teenage boys would, after sitting in class, day by day, the stress gradually building up.
Ha, couldn’t fool anyone. This reeked intensely of stipulation and no matter how hard the both of them sugar-coated it - quite literally - with casual window-shopping and sitting in cafés enjoying sweet food and soft soda drinks, they couldn’t push off the inescapable. They were solely here for one purpose.
This purpose may have been simple by how Rin had put it: “Just spend a day together and talk things out! I can see how you two have so much you want to say to each other - so why not tomorrow? You’re both off, right?”, but it wasn’t an easy one.
The purpose of this simple day in town wasn’t being fulfilled as Rin and Koneko would have hoped so - and if Koneko was here right now and had spoken up, he would have said that this whole day was almost pointless.
Talking things out just wasn’t something Suguro and Shima did - they never did. If they were by themselves, talking to other people, other kids, they’d have absolutely no problem being truthful and wouldn’t hold back. However, if it was just the two of them and they had to speak to each other, then that just wouldn’t happen. Rin, of course, didn’t know this and urged them forward, leaving them no choice but to comply.
And this is how they got to where they were now: The pink-haired layabout walking behind the blonde-streaked prodigy on the pavement of an empty street, the sun settling down indicating almost the end of day and that they ought to start getting back to campus.
In all retrospect, Shima felt somewhat glad to have the chance to actually speak one-to-one with Suguro - or ‘Bon’ as everyone back at the Myou Dha called the boy. It had felt like absolutely ages since he had a decent conversation with Suguro - outside of the Exwire squad, that is.
He missed that. He missed Bon.
If Suguro still wasn’t so goddamn mad at Shima, he would have felt the exact same.
He had spent his entire life - all sixteen years of it - with the middle son of the Shimas, and of course, with the only son of the Miwas, and to suddenly be ripped away from him definitely hurt so much more than he showed on the surface.
Actually, let’s take back one of the earlier statements. This trip wasn’t exactly the most unproductive of all. They had spoken about a couple of issues; namely Shima’s feelings on his future in exorcism education, what Meister he actually wanted to do, now that he was no longer becoming an Aria, and the question of Shima’s double life as a spy and a student. And whatever other tricks he had up his sleeve. There was also the subject of Lewin, Suguro’s new mentor, that Suguro explained more about and why he so adamant about mentoring under his wing. A few good pending issues that had somewhat been covered. But there was still so much strain and Shima thought he knew the root cause of that.
They distracted the tension multiple times of the day with buying and consuming a lot more food and drinks than they usually would, especially Suguro - he never ate so unhealthily. He himself had noticed and Shima caught him muttering I’ll burn it off eventually… at one point during the day.
Shima would have been mildly concerned if he wasn’t so focused on his current predicament.
Through guzzling many drinks - and that coffee - he’d forgotten the diuretic effects of doing so and was beginning to feel his carelessness - quite suddenly- in his lower abdomen.
They were in the middle of - god knows where, where in the hell actually are we? - so he didn’t speak up.
The k'rik owner abruptly stopped walking, feeling a sudden twinge, and he quickly crossed his legs in an effort to stop the threatening flow until the feeling subsided. Suguro kept walking, albeit a little slower when hearing the other’s converses skid against the ground. He didn’t need to turn around or ask Shima the question; living with the guy for so long enabled him to memorise his mannerisms under every single situation - right up to the exact movements and noises Shima made when he became desperate for the bathroom.
He would have called Shima childish but, since he was in the exact same predicament, he wasn’t one to talk.
He quietly thanked Shima’s periodical stopping; it also gave him a moment to thread his hand into jacket pocket and give himself a pinch to alleviate some of the pressure. This is stupid… Why couldn’t they have just dealt with this like normal people and simply find a restroom and relieve themselves? Why couldn’t they take a more mature approach and not refuse to accept they required to perform a basic human function? - unless, the more adult way to approaching this was holding it in until they were at a suitable place and not disrupt the current state of affairs for something that wasn’t important.
No, they certainly weren’t doing that and it leaned far into the former. They were just being stubborn about it.
Suguro briefly wondered if his holding was still apparent, even if it was disguised. He was sure that, had Shima been more alert, he would have immediately recognised his movements, but said boy was far too engrossed in his own problem to care about Suguro’s, he surmised.
That goddamn coffee… The both of them unknowingly grumbled to themselves.
They both couldn’t be more grateful that the other wasn’t talking so they could focus more on making sure they weren’t going to have an accident like an infant, in public - and right in front of the other, no less.
They figured they’ll continue to hold on for a bit longer - that is, until their body began to literally beg for release.
They quickly found that they weren’t going to be able to hold on for much longer at this rate.
Shima had enough of keeping silent and was the first to speak up.
“D-dude… Ah-” he winced, another wave hitting him. “Can we stop at a bathroom?”
“About time you spoke up.”
Tch. Of course he already knew, of course. They guy was far too observant, even with his back to him. Times like this made Shima wonder if the saying 'Having eyes at the back of your head’ was more than a myth. In Suguro’s case, it wasn’t true; he’d threaded his fingers through Suguro’s hair quite a few times when he was younger, feeling for any bulges on his skull. To no success. Either way, there was no point in trying to hide his desperation; Suguro knew him far too well.
“You do too.” Shima retorted.
Suguro turned around to the other behind him, genuinely surprised that Shima had enough brainpower to notice.
“I saw you squirm a little when I stopped walking.” A scornful tone underlaid in Shima’s words.
Suguro hated that word and he slightly grimaced when Shima said it. It was just a highly uncomfortable word, goodness knows why he thought so, but it made him flinch everytime he heard it.
Somehow, Shima had already known that. When have we ever used that word before?
“Let’s go find a restroom.” Suguro eventually said, grabbing Shima’s arm and pressing forward.
This was the first contact they had in a long time - shame it was so late in the day, though. It very nearly made Shima lose control right there and then, but his other hand squeezed himself strong enough to prevent that.
“Don’t touch me so quickly, Bon…” he whined. “I almost-”
“I know. Apologies, Shima.” With that, Suguro let go of his arm.
There was something about the way Suguro said Shima’s name there, like it was unfamiliar and he had enforced it on himself to remember his correct address.
Suguro was always so cold to Shima. It really wasn’t because he hated him - it was the polar opposite. Suguro deeply cared for Shima ever so much. He’d never actively voice that out though, for fear of leaning too uncomfortably far on the homosexual side.
He had cared about Shima for a very long time.
Shima felt the exact same. But the difference was is that Shima expressed that so much more. Of course, it was never a “Bon, I love you, so don’t do this or that!”. His way was different. He found him more often than not, and even more often in recent years, physically restraining Suguro from letting his anger get the better of him. A very good example of what this meant was both Shima and Koneko holding Suguro back from jumping into personality clashes - quite literal ones- with the blue-haired half-demon in the middle of class. A hand was very often placed on Suguro’s tense shoulder, along with a “Bon, calm down!” once Suguro’s voice began to rise more than what was deemed to be his normal temper. And, in a way, this is how Shima showed his affection - stopping Suguro from going haywire over an innocent victim.
The only affection Suguro had shown Shima after he revealed himself to be a spy was the sudden, forceful drag to his chest, mumbling “I thought you left for real…” before remembering that he was mad at him, and thus proceeding to head-butt him. And that was a while ago. Since then, Shima was sure - almost absolutely sure - that whatever familial love Suguro had once had, completely dissipated into thin air and it was ever so apparent by the lack of familiarity Suguro showed in these instances.
If Suguro could have heard Shima’s thought, he would have snorted at the complete irony.
Because he felt it was actually Shima who was no longer the familiar one.
Shima’s revelation was, of course, a huge turning point in this world of Exorcism they had delved themselves so willingly into. There was the obvious reason why: Shima was now both on their side - the good side, fighting against demons - and the third side, that was neither the good nor the bad, but an entirely new one. Or not so new, as the squad found out. There was also the question of secrecy and privacy; Shima was not only reporting to the Illuminati, but he was also reporting to Mephisto, who could be considered a fourth side to this.
The only reason why Suguro, despite having spoken so much over the day, was still mad was because Shima changed drastically because of this.
Only Suguro and Koneko would have noticed the sheer amount he had transformed. Nobody else.
The boy he grew up with, spent every single day with from kindergarten to teenagehood with - and at one point wholly considered to take their relationship into a romantic one - was now barely a recognisable person. His pink-bleached hair and composed, soothing voice no longer could convince him that this was the same boy who had agreed to dye his hair the same day he did, a way of proving their motivation to becoming an exorcist. Well, Suguro knew that Shima no longer really cared about being an exorcist in the first place and all the work up till now was in vain. Why did he even bother coming to the cram school classes, anyway?
He glanced at Shima, who was now actively whining and had both of his hands buried around his crotch. There was nothing now that struck him as familiar sight - absolutely nothing. He had changed beyond comprehension, and though he was getting closer to leaning the bullshitless raw, true Shima, he was so stubborn in believing Shima was still there. To him now, he just looked like an impersonator - worse than the one Rin had did the other day in an attempt to cheer everyone up about the news.
Through some thought, Shima came to learn that this was why Suguro never once gave him a look of familiarity ever since. And to be honest, he didn’t know how or what he should do to make him believe that he was still his THE Renzou Shima - that he was still that care-free, unintelligent, unmotivated, good-for-nothing, absolute nuisance that he knew Suguro, somewhere deep in there, still cared for and loved like he had always done. He just had to bring that out - somehow.
Suguro must have spent a little too much of his brain overthinking, because a few small spurts escaped him and dampened a small patch of his underclothes before he could realise it.
“Fuck…” he groaned, gripping himself a little tighter, almost doubled over.
Shima, next to him, winded his legs together, bouncing a little on the spot.
“We need to find a bathroom. NOW.” Shima whimpered, after a few seconds.
As if on queue, Suguro began to sped-walk - if he could call his stiff, robotic pacing that, Shima at his heel.
A few minutes after, and Shima eventually begin to slow down and focus on something in the distance.
“Shima, we need to go-”
“No, wait! There’s a building over there!” Shima cried, grabbing Suguro’s jacket shoulder. He felt the other flinch under his hand and, deciding that he probably shouldn’t have done that, he immediately released his grasp and pointed with a shaky finger to said building.
Suguro’s ears pricked up and he lifted his head, looking in the direction of his finger.
Thank God.
They weren’t even supposed to believe in God, but in this moment, they both dearly did.
They hobbled over, hands now gripping themselves for dear life with the feeling of close relief pushing down on their abdomens far too greatly.
They walked round the bricked small building until they came across two sets of doors - one labelled 'male’ and 'female’. It seemed the 'non-existent’ Gods had heard their prayers and provided them with their wishes.
“Oh my god, thank God-” Shima began to natter, swinging the male door open and peering his head round before he froze.
“What.” Suguro huffed, shifting a little on the spot as they stopped their momentum.
“It’s just one cubicle…”
Weight dropped like a sack of sandbags in their stomach. It seemed they celebrated a little too early.Oh, it just had to have only one. Thank you, really!
They whipped their head and stared at each other, the question of “Who’s gonna go first?” imprinted onto their foreheads.
“…Please? Can I go first?” Shima couldn’t fathom the idea of waiting a minute longer.
“Fine. Please make it quick.” Suguro leaned against the wall, sucking in a breath.
Shima didn’t waste a moment, calling out “Okay! I’ll be really fast!” before slamming the door and almost tripping over while the clanking of his belt being unbuckled resonating in the small room.Just a minute more…
Suguro regretted letting Shima go first; he completely forgot just how disturbingly loud Shima was with everything he did in the bathroom until he heard full-force hissing and abhorrent moans of relief on the other side.
Seriously, fuck you Shima. At this point, it felt like the other was blatantly teasing him, that he was allowed to relieve first while Suguro suffered out here, hearing every splash, hiss and gasp through the appallingly thin walls.
All the while, it took him a few seconds for his brain to register that he was already going just as strongly into his clothes.
In complete panic, he shoved both of his hands down, clamping his thighs as tight as he could in an attempt to stop the flow.
Why was he even bothering? He knew that one can’t stop going once they started. Trust him when he said he’d tried, once. It was far too painful to do so and made a mental note to never try that again.
…On the other hand, he could have held on for a few moments, walked - or rather, waddled - himself to one of the trees and piss the rest of it there, but he couldn’t.
And probably wouldn’t have had the strength to.
You know what? Fuck it.
With that, he spread his legs apart, pushing his full weight against the wall and relaxed.
And oh boy was the feeling so pleasant and euphoric.
He released his grip, sliding his shaky fingers down his thighs and rested them near his knees. Underneath his fingertips, he could feel the pressure of the warm streams pulsing down in his jeans, soaking the inner sides of them entirely, right down to the cuffs and his socks, too. There was also an awful lot of splashing on the floor below him but he didn’t have the space to analyse how it escaped out of his clothes and onto the ground.
He leaned his head back, releasing the- what would be almost sexual moans had Suguro cared enough - but he didn’t. He let the sounds out at the sheer feel of relief of emptying the liquid that had began to hurt to hold in.
And once he had finished, he let out the final shuddering breath. So good.
He lingered himself on the feeling of an blissfully empty bladder and the complete relaxation of all the abdominal muscles that had tense and tucked into themselves for hours on end - that, until he heard the faucet turned off and the squeak of Shima’s converse.
Suguro snapped out of his trance and looked down at his obvious sodden from top downwards jeans, ripping his jacket off in an attempt to cover the embarrassing mess on him.
He was mid-way of tying the arm sleeves over his waist when the door flung open.
“Bon! I’m done! You can go-”For what purpose? There was nothing left in him to excrete.
“Let’s just go, Shima.” He muttered, turning on his heel to leave. Some part of him hoped Shima would understand what happened and they’d never speak about this ever again. How does one forget a memory on demand..?
A small splash was heard under Suguro’s foot as he walked away and Shima looked down to see a large puddle where Suguro once was standing in, a few drips escaping from under Suguro’s jacket. A slight stench resonated in his nose, confirming it.
…I wasn’t fast enough.
On absolute impulse, Shima reached out and grabbed Suguro’s clean hand.
Suguro would have, and was about to, yank his hand away from Shima’s - for the simple reasons of being too gay and to reject any kind of comfort, but he stilled when Shima began curling his still dripping fingers into his and stroking his thumb in slow motions over the back of Suguro’s hand.
His entire form froze and his breath hitched.
He recognised the touch.
Oh fuck.
The touch.
That hesitant yet ever so comforting touch he felt time and time again in their pubescent years that conveyed the meaningful words “Everything will be okay.”
The same touch when Shima would find a spider by his bedside and had scampered into Suguro’s arms, trembling and his face tear-streaked. The same touch when Suguro first overheard the comments of outsiders spreading rumours about the temple being cursed from the events of what was labelled 'The Blue Night’ and cried ceaselessly an entire night.
And the same touch when Suguro wet himself after holding for too long while the three hid away from the Myou Dha arguing over something they were too young to comprehend, let alone understand. All they knew is that the fighting was too intense and they couldn’t stand to hear their parents shouting for hours on end.
In those instances, it was either one of them who held the shaking hands in their collected ones, rubbing their fingers reassuringly and comforted them until they stopped trembling or crying.
And it was oh, so incredibly identical to how he remembered it.
It then hit Suguro so suddenly.
That single action confirmed that the Shima he knew and loved was still there all the same.
Suguro was awfully wrong to think that the familiar Shima was gone. Because Shima was still there, within that body he labelled as an impersonator.
And it took him until he had pissed himself like a little child and for Shima to hold his hand - like last time - for him to realise.
Shima was about to let go when Suguro squeezed the paler hand so harshly it almost made him yelp in pain.
Suguro wanted to push away the comfort but he found himself instead leaning into the touch - like his life depended on it.
They adjusted their hands until their fingers slid in between the gaps of the other - and they intertwined them in each other.
There was only one time Suguro could recall them doing this.
Shima had done the exact same thing after they confessed their feelings for one another. However so many years ago.
Back in middle school, Suguro’s parents had soon found out about his attraction to Shima and his father had smacked him, against Torako’s wishes. He was rebuked sternly that there was no possibility that the monk in-line could marry a man. Tatsuma didn’t exactly hold homophobic views but he knew that it would be deemed unlawful - especially to the older generation - for Suguro to be with Shima and the temple not being verbally attacked more than it had already been. And Tatsuma, though he showed a lack of interest in the rumours, wouldn’t want Suguro (and Shima, for that matter) to live through that turmoil. He wanted Suguro’s ruling, so to say, to be smoother than his was, and marrying a woman would help make it a better experience.
Shima’s parents never said much, dubbing it as Shima 'just exploring’ and 'Leave him time, he’ll figure out what interests him’. When getting a whiff of it, Kinzou approached Shima and told him he’ll be ridiculed for the rest of his life if he continued being gay.“We can find a way to be together! Bon, I love you too much to end things now!”
“We can’t Shima.” Suguro gritted his teeth, fighting back tears. “I love you too, but it’s not possible for us to be together or even marry.”
“No, Bon!”
Suguro began to turn away from the young boy, his eyes stinging.
Shima grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers into Suguro’s, stopping him from sauntering off. “Please…”
Suguro faced Shima, pained expressions on both of their faces.
He shook his head, squeezing his interlocked hand and drew the other close to him.
“It’s for the best.”
And for hours on end, they sobbed into each other’s shoulders until they began to accept the reality and never once spoke about it again.
They slowly pushed away their feelings, still exchanging fawning looks when the other wasn’t looking. But they vowed they would stab themselves if they ever tried to reach out to each other again.
Suguro then began his training as a way of ensuring he won’t have the time for love and loneliness - until he found a suitable wife. Shima committed to a life of being straight from then on, not wanting to go through the heart wrench for another guy ever again.
The memories flashed in front of him and Suguro gasped, eyes widening.
He blinked a few times and found his eyes became wet remembering the pain. He looked up from their connected hands, up Shima’s outstretched arm and met the shorter’s hesitant, lip biting expression. But there was something else riddled there too.
Yearning.
And Suguro realised the other too, had the same memory playing in his mind.
As they stared into each other, unable to break eye contact for a second, the emotions wavering in their eyes communicated one thing.
After all this time, the feelings were still there.
Their hearts throbbed the same, if not more, as they had all those years ago.
Available to read on AO3 and tumblr.
After reading sauntering_down’s RinHaru fic 'nor any drop to drink’ (found here), I really wanted to write my own omorashi that had incorporated a great deal of plot in, which is why I wrote this.
Surprisingly, I actually don’t ship these two too much. I think it’s the whole - not technically but sort of- implied incestual undertones, since I’m pretty sure Suguro sees Shima like a brother. BUT, I love the idea that maybe when they were younger, they were kinda in love (if 12 year olds can actually be in love) and, even after all these years, they find out that the feelings are still there. (Sorry if the confession scene was a little OOC. ^^’)
Correct me if I am wrong, but we never actually see Shima and Suguro talking things through in the manga after Shima’s revelation which got me thinking. And, seeing as Suguro was the most affected by this, they really ought to, I think. ;n;
Edited July 21, 2017 by SugarBubbles
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First part of my Omo no Exorcist series, where I write drabbles, be it one or two-shots, of Blue Exorcist ships and omorashi. You are always welcome to send me any ideas/prompts/requests for any two characters and a situation and I can write it. So long as it is not sexual, incestual, big age difference or watersports oriented.
Summary: Two-shot. After sustaining an injury on his leg during a solo mission, Suguro calls up Rin to help. While he does so, he realises they will need to make a stop en route to the hospital as he is reminded of the… other situation he’s in.
Inspired by a prompt over on @otpeeprompts here! Person A is Suguro; Person B is Rin.
Chapter 1: One at a time
“Yo, you called?” Rin shouted, as Suguro came into his view in the distance, phone in one hand.
“Yeah.” Suguro said once Rin was closer. Rin knelt down on one knee beside him, one hand resting on his upright knee.
“What happened? You look pretty hurt.”
“I’m fine, except for my leg. I fell to the ground and whacked it, making a small injury.” Suguro sat up, rubbing the side of his neck out of habit.
“Dang… Can you move at all?”
“I’ve tried but I can’t really.” Suguro said, remembering the numerous attempts of standing - only to miserably crash back down as the pain shot through his leg and stabbed his nerves - being futile. It sucked.
“Jeez, sounds like it hurts bad.” Rin stated, looking down at the limb in question. It didn’t look broken, thankfully.
“Right now it doesn’t, but when I move a lot, it does.”
“Okay… Should I call emergency services?”
“No, that’s not necessary. We can go to the hospital. But before that, I, uh, have something else I’d like to deal with…” Was all he said before he stopped talking, averting his gaze.
“…Which is..?”
Suguro kept his eyes on anything but Rin and he slowly wrung his hands together. A small urge seeped into him and he subconsciously pressed his thighs together, gritting his teeth, until it subsided.
“I have… another dilemma. It probably doesn’t sound as concerning as my injury, but, erm.. I…”
Rin arched an eyebrow as he watched Suguro stammer through multiple “um"s, "er"s and "uh"s, and grabbing a handful of the fabric of his black pants in his balled hands. What’s up with him?
"I’m… desperate.. to use the restroom, and I was hoping you could take me to the nearest one.” He requested, glancing to and away from Rin as he did so. He wanted to say he was quite badly desperate but he decided against that.
Was that really all he was getting so worked up over? Just the need to piss?
“Oh..” Rin nervously laughed. “Of course, man.” He got into a crouching position and spread out his arms. “Is bridal style okay with you?”
Suguro would have rather not, but he couldn’t fathom the idea of being pinned on Rin’s back with the reduced inability to move. Or hold himself, if it got that bad. For this moment, he’ll let his pride slide.
“Yes, good.” He drew his knees up to allow Rin to hook one arm under them. With the other hand under Suguro’s arm, Rin gently drew him from the ground and adjusted his hold so that the injured Exwire - who was albeit a little too large to be carried like this - was cradled close to his body.
The shift in gravity was felt almost instantly to his lower abdomen, and Suguro impetuously wrapped one arm around Rin’s neck, pulling his face to the half-demon’s shoulder. He let out a small deep groan.
“…Hurry.” he mumbled into Rin’s shoulder, feeling his face heat up.
Rin remained speechless for a few seconds, the sudden intimacy catching him by surprise. Well, well, well! “Got it.” He finally said. He tried to control himself not to grin impishly. This was serious. “Can you hold it for a few minutes?”
Suguro feebly nodded, another small groan through clenched teeth following.
“It helps to hold your cock. That’s what I do when I get desperate.”
…Which is what he had wanted to resist doing up until now, but since he had very little dignity left being pathetically carried in Rin’s arms because he was sure he was going to lose control like a goddamn infant, he allowed enough space between his legs to harbour his free hand, gripping his delicacy and snapping his legs shut once he did. Fuck it.
Rin hurried back to the main road, Suguro keeping quiet, save for the occasional whining, which he tried his absolute best to contain but found he could not. Squirming was limited - and awkward- in this position but doable.
He had met Shima mid-way but walked past him briskly, despite him trying to make expression-led communication when seeing Suguro curled up in Rin’s arms.
“We’ll talk later, Shima.” He muttered past him, eyeing the public bathroom in front of him. He rushed to it, kicking the door open and then shut with his foot. It was a single cubicle. Perfect, Rin thought.
“A-are we here?” Suguro lifted his head up from his temporary nestle in the comfort of Rin’s shirt.
“Yes, yes-” Rin said as he moved one hand from Suguro to the door and locked it firmly.
He was interrupted by a strangled cry from his friend - god he had no idea he was even capable of such high-pitched noises, his deep voice wouldn’t seem to be able to handle that - and erratic fidgeting in Rin’s arms, knowing he was inches away from sweet relief. He unbuckled his belt.
“Take my pants off NOW.” He demanded.
Rin had never worked so fast in his life. In a matter of seconds, he had stripped Suguro’s pants and boxers down both legs to a wad around his ankles and practically shoved him down on the can.
The poor guy already began going as soon as he had felt the contact with the cold seat. He released staggered gasps and had to lean both of his forearms on his thighs to keep him from falling off.
Rin snapped back to reality when his brain caught up with it all. He felt his face flush from seeing his friend - someone who held this aura of cool and collectiveness - exposed from the waist down, hunched forward, eyes shut, trembling and even a string of almost lewd moaning from relief, probably hours of pent-up liquid hissing out of him. Rin stood upright and turned around, walking to the door, allowing some privacy.
And I thought I was loud in the bathroom… Check him out.
He let out a last shuddering sigh and opened his eyes. Rin stood at the door with his back to him, presumably curling his tie around his finger as he waited for him to finish.Fuck.
I forgot Okumura was still here.
Wordlessly, he pulled his clothes back up and tried to stand up, momentarily forgetting his bad leg. He sucked in a sharp breath and slumped back down again when the pain rose up.
“Okumura…”
“Y-yes.” He replied, turning around and, grabbing the other’s wrists, he stood him up. After flushing, he was walked to the small sink where he quickly wrung his hands with soap. It was smothered with filth, and on any normal day, he would have opted not to use this bathroom for sanitary reasons but, given that he didn’t exactly see the state, and the fact that he was near explosion, he didn’t have time to be picky.
He caught his reflection in the mirror and momentarily stopped washing. His face was way too red for his liking and the corner of his eyes were wet. He wiped the half-formed tears away with his sleeve and as for his blush, he would just have to wade out time to let it calm down and regain his normal colour.
He turned off the tap and grabbed a handful of paper towels, briskly dried his hands off before dumping them in the overfilled bin.
Although Rin had managed to avoid his gaze, Suguro managed to catch Rin’s cheeks flaring just as red as his had been. Shit. Was I loud?
Rin swung Suguro’s arm around his neck to help him walk.
The door was unlocked and they silently left the cubicle, neither wanting to speak up about what had just happened in the last two minutes.
“We’ll need to get you to the hospital. For your leg.”
Chapter 2: Healing at the Hospital
Fortunately the injury wasn’t too serious but a few days of resting it before going back to school was required. At least it was a good thing they had it checked out.
The blonde-streaked Exwire sat in his hospital bed, keeping his hands busy with some of the origami sheets he asked Shima to bring along with him when him and Koneko visited. It was a good time passer. On the table to his right, he had placed all of his creations in the past day - a few birds, skarks, lizards and butterflies - all in a range of different colours. It was the one skill he was proud of having.
He was in the process of making a tenth one when he heard footsteps.
“Yo.” Rin said, one hand clutching onto his school shoulder bag.
“Hey…” Suguro replied. Just him today?
“How’re you doing?”
“Good, good… Just keeping myself busy.” Suguro said, gesturing to the array of paper creations on the table. “School okay?”
“Same old, same old. Not the same without you though.”
Suguro chuckled. “I hardly do anything there. I’m not missed.”
“You’ll be surprised.” Rin said, slumping his bag onto the floor before scraping a chair and pulling it to the bedside, perching on it. Suguro didn’t know what he meant by that but didn’t question him on it. He looked down at the origami currently in Suguro’s hands.
“Those are so rad.”
“Thanks, man.” Suguro smugly smiled, looking down at his now finished creation. “I like doing these mindless crafts.”
“That’s such a cool hobby… You have so much artistic talent. I suck so much at drawing and crafting and all that.”
He snorted. “‘Artistic talent’. It’s not that difficult, easily learnable I’d say. And I’m sure you’re not as bad as you say you are.”
He kept his gaze on it for a few seconds, mentally debating his next decision.
“Here. For you.” Suguro lifted his hands to Rin’s face. There sat a small black cat-like figure.
“Really?! Thanks so much!” Rin giggled, fervently accepting the gift and playing with it. “It looks like Kuro!”
“That was the idea.” Suguro said quietly.
So it was intentional. Rin hummed, his tail wagging with excitement behind him as he placed it in his bag. While his eyes were focused way, his other hand rested on the sheets and Suguro took the opportunity and spontaneously grabbed his hand, curling his fingers into the other’s and rubbing his thumb along the whiter knuckles.
Rin froze and looked up, eyes alert.
Suguro met his surprised gaze and immediately averted his gaze, face reddening when he realised what he was doing.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For you having to… see me like that.”
Rin flushed pink. It was a rather obscene sight, watching someone pee, let alone a best friend. “Nah, don’t be. Can’t say I haven’t been in that situation before.” he shrugged.
“And also…” Suguro pulled Rin’s wrist, bringing the boy closer to him. He met him halfway and pressed his lips gently into the other’s, cupping his small face with his large hands. Cliché. He could taste the faint linger of Rin’s lunch curry - and was that peach lip balm? - on his lips. He could tell that because the school never uses that much spice in their foods.
He pulled away moments later, trailing delicate fingers along Rin’s jawline. “…Thanks.” He said softly.
Rin stared back for a few seconds before his lips curled into a small grin, tail lashing behind him.
“Anytime, Suguro.”
Also available to read on AO3 and tumblr.
Hopefully that was a satisfying ending? I kinda like the idea of a more embarrassed Suguro (I know I’m weird aff) when it comes to desperation. It’s such a contrast to his normal angry self.
Edited July 21, 2017 by SugarBubbles
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This is based on a true story. In reality, I'm the guy, but I decided to tell the story from the girls perspective. A while after this I did (very briefly) date this girl, and I did ask her about since it was one of the first times we spent time together. She gave me some of the details, but I didn't press to much. I never did tell her how much it excited me, we just never got that far into a relationship.
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My company was opening up a new office space about 2 hours away from our main office. I was tasked with going there the day before grand opening to make sure everything was ready to go smoothly. Because I had to get up extra early, I grabbed an extra large coffee for the 2 hour drive. An hour and a half in I had to pee pretty badly, worse than I would usually have to go on a typical day and bad enough it was the only thing on my mind. 15 minutes later I was bursting, really hurting, it was so bad that I was contemplating stopping somewhere to pee, which is something I would normally never do on just a 2 hour drive. I ended up getting a bit lost and didn’t get there for another half our after that, by which point I was BURSTING. I was driving around with my hand up my skirt kneading myself, fantasizing about peeing next to my car in the parking lot before going in.
I hobbled into the small office building, no apparent bathrooms in the lobby. The elevator took forever to come and even longer to get to the top floor (it was only 4 floors) where our office was. I was clutching myself the whole way up, it might have been the worst I have ever had to pee since I was very young.
I tried to compose myself as I got off the elevator and started hurriedly walking toward our office. Then I saw it, a ladies room, directly across the hall from our office. I rushed right up to the door and… locked. I turn around and go into our office to find one of my coworkers, who I had a bit of a crush on at the time, working behind the receptionists desk. I try to maintain my composure as we exchange pleasantries.
While we’re talking I glance around the office, and it quickly becomes apparent that it’s to small to have its own bathroom. I’d seen offices with this exact set up, each individual office gets a key to the hallway bathroom that usually sits on the receptionists desk. I frantically scan for it as I continue to try and keep up with the conversation. My entire lower body is trembling I have to go so bad, and my panties feel damp, I don’t think I actually lost anything, I think I’m just sweating from the effort of holding it in. This is definitely the worst I have ever had to pee.
I can’t see the key, I’m going to have to ask him. At least he won’t see me blush as I ask because I’m sure my face is already beet red. I’m at least confident he will have an answer because he also had spent the previous day at this office.
I ask him where the bathroom key was and he gave me a strange look of confusion and says “There is no key…it’s locked?”
Fuck. It must be a one person bathroom.
“Oh, yeah, there must just be someone in there” I try to say casually as I start to put my stuff down.
“No I mean, it shouldn’t even have a lock, its not a one person bathroom” he responds.
His curiosity apparently peaked, he gets up and walks out of the office.
“This is weird” he says as he looks at the locked ladies room door “The mens room isn’t like this, look”
He walks around the corner and I follow, sure enough, there’s the means room, with a door with no handle or lock, it just pushes open. He pushes it open to demonstrate and inside I can see a sink, a urinal, and one private stall.
The sight of a toilet makes me lose control, just for a second, I slam my legs together and cringe as I feel a shot of pee come out. My desperation turns to anger, who the FUCK is responsible for this? This should be illegal, I should sue the building owners for this. I’m going to fucking piss myself in front of my cute coworker because some sexist asshole put a lock on the ladies room but left the mens wide open.
I snap back to reality, I need to find someone who can tell me how to get into a bathroom, I’m just going to have to go down the halls and ask everyone I see. Some other women must work here and they must know how to use the damn bathroom.
I’m about to take off down the hall when I remember that my coworker is still standing there awkwardly. He must have noticed my desperation now because he then said “Ummm, if you want to err, just use the mens room, I’ll keep an eye on the door, I doubt anyone will come by anyway, this floor seems pretty quiet”
I nearly refused, I couldn’t do that. I’m a grown woman, a college graduate, I can’t be peeing in mens rooms, he’ll think I’m a child.
I feel more start to come out.
Fuck it, I don’t have a choice. “Thanks” I mutter awkwardly and walk into the bathroom, maybe he’ll think I’m carefree or confident for doing this, maybe this will be some weird bonding experience.
He lets the door swing close behind me and as soon as I hear it shut my hand flies back to my crotch, I dash into the stall, leaking a little more as I take the time to close and lock the stall just in case. I frantically unbutton my skirt, rip it down with my panties in one motion and drop onto the toilet.
I’m peeing before I’m even full sitting, the relief is incredible. It goes on and on and on, as I catch my breath I realize he must be able to hear me, the door is so thin I can still hear the AC going outside of it. I peed for over a minute, it was one of those seemingly never ending pees. While I was peeing I did my best to dry up the wet patch in my panties. When I was done I quickly wiped, got up and went to the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror, I had sweat on my forehead, my hair was messed up, and I was red as a tomato, but at least I got to pee. I fixed myself up as best I could then went outside. My coworker was still standing there awkwardly.
“Thanks” I said “…Long drive” I blushed and smiled.
He smiled back “yeah… I feel ya”
Then we headed back to our office.
Edited July 21, 2017 by WiiGuy86
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Another Attack on Titan fic! A high school AU fanfiction I wrote a few months ago and decided to post here.
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Annie leaned back in her seat, letting her bangs fall in front of her eyes. She fiddled with her ear bud and leaned her head against the bus window, waiting for the bus to leave so she could get home and get away from the obnoxious teenagers she had to be surrounded with all day at school. Annie glanced over at the empty seat next to her, set her bag on it, and waited, scanning the crowd of students approaching.
It didn't take long to spot who she was looking for. His eyesore of a jacket was impossible to miss. How he could think that jacket was nice looking was beyond Annie. It was bright blue, patterned with slightly darker stripes on the torso of it and polka dots on the sleeves. To make it even worse, the cuffs, the hem, and the hood were orange. Road cone orange. As much as Annie messed with him over it though, he still loved it, claiming it was “fashionable and functional” because of it's many pockets and removable hood.
She watched him get closer, noticing that he was walking kind of funny. She furrowed her brow, wondering if he'd been beat up again. He climbed onto the bus, and Annie waved at him. She moved her bag as he approached, and he sat down next to her, taking a moment to get comfortable.
“Hey.” Armin smiled at her, then shifted slightly in his seat.
“Hi.” Annie turned her music down slightly. Armin fidgeted in his seat again, placing his bag on his lap. He unzipped his jacket, and Annie saw the weird shirt he was wearing underneath. Some black tee shirt with cats on it, with an outer space background. He was also wearing faded blue jeans and some old sneakers. Annie herself was dressed in dark jeans with holes in the knees, black boots, a tank top underneath a white hoodie, and a black leather jacket over it all.
Armin made a quiet sound suddenly, almost a moan, and fidgeted. He squeezed his thighs together and tapped his foot lightly, checking the time on his phone anxiously. Annie watched him, wondering what he was so anxious about. She didn't say anything though, just listened to her music as they pulled away from the high school.
Normally on the bus Armin would read or play with his gameboy or phone. But today he just stared at the back of the seat in front of them, fidgeting and squirming and looking generally uncomfortable.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah I'm fine.” Armin said quickly. He sat still for a moment, then tensed suddenly, moving his hands. He grabbed his thighs, seeming to be restraining himself, and squirmed.
“You don't look fine.” Annie said flatly. She watched him as he squirmed again, then crossed his legs. Then it hit her. “Oh...Do you have to pee?” Armin looked at her, blushing.
“Quiet, someone might hear...” He squirmed in his seat again.
“Why didn't you go before you got on the bus?” Annie asked, lowering her voice.
“Bathrooms were locked...” Armin mumbled. He tapped his foot and checked his phone again. Annie watched him for a moment, then stood up.
“What are you...?”
“Switch places with me.” she said.
“But...”
“Just do it.” Annie said harshly. She knew he was worried about anyone else noticing his predicament and making fun of him for it. Armin nodded and scooted himself up against the window. Annie moved around him and took the seat he had previously been sitting in, putting hers and Armin's bags in her lap so that Armin was shielded from the other kids on the bus. Armin squirmed and shoved his hands into his crotch, leaning forward slightly and resting his head against the back of the seat in front of him. He sighed and bit his lip, then started the foot tapping again. “Are you gonna be able to make it till you get home?” Annie asked. Armin squirmed anxiously.
“I don't know...” He gasped suddenly and tensed. “I've been holding it all day.”
“Huh?”
“I woke up late this morning and was in such a rush I didn't get a chance to go.” Annie stared. “I thought I'd be able to wait but it was getting kinda bad around lunch so I tried to go but I couldn't...” Armin tensed again. “So I had to wait. I waited till class when the bathrooms were emptier and tried to go again but I still couldn't...then the bathrooms were locked...” Armin sighed, looking completely miserable.
“You mean you got to a bathroom and actually couldn't go?” Armin nodded. Annie watched him, feeling sympathetic. She was aware of his aversion to the school bathrooms, or any public bathroom really, but hadn't realized how bad it was. She had assumed he was just being a priss. “Er...when did you last go?” she asked curiously.
“Last night...before I went to bed...” Armin said. Annie nodded, thinking. He'd been active on Facebook until 10pm, which was when he'd stopped replying to messages. Annie assumed he'd gone to bed then. She glanced at her phone, checking the time. If he'd last gone around 10, like she was assuming, then he'd been holding it for nearly seventeen hours. Annie felt a thrill of excitement at that thought, and felt a weird warmth spreading through her.
“Come over to my house.” She blurted out suddenly.
“Huh?”
“My house is closer.” Annie said, quickly thinking up an excuse. “And you look like you're not going to make it much longer.” She curled her toes inside her boots, imagining the many ways his predicament could possibly end. Maybe he'd wet himself right here on the bus. Or maybe while walking to her house. Or maybe right outside the front door while she was unlocking it.
“Your dad won't mind?” Armin asked.
“No, he won't even be home.” Annie said, struggling to keep any excitement out of her voice.
“How will I get home later?” Armin asked, squirming again.
“We'll worry about that later.” Annie said, watching him squirm. Armin gasped again, tensing up.
“Okay.” He said, his voice strained. Annie shifted in her seat, now more eager than ever to get home. Maybe he'd be able to hold it till they got there...Maybe she'd be able to mess with him a bit. See his no doubt bulging bladder. Watch him squirm and whimper and moan as his bladder throbbed and pulsed... “Annie?”
“Eh?” Annie felt a slight blush creep into her cheeks. She felt warm all over, especially in her womanhood. She was loving this, as sick as it seemed.
“Are...ooooh...are we almost there?” Armin asked, hunched over further.
“Yes.” Annie said. She wished he'd straighten up. She was dying to see his bulging bladder. “How much longer do you think you'd make it?” She asked, covering her excitement with concern.
“Not very long...” Armin cursed under his breath, twisting his legs together. Annie gripped his shoulder.
“You can make it.” She said. “You will make it.” Armin stared at her.
“Um....Annie?”
“Yes?”
“This is your stop, isn't it?” He asked. Annie looked around, alarmed.
“Oh! Yeah, come on.” Annie stood, throwing her bag over her shoulder and holding onto Armin's in her left hand. Armin took a moment to compose himself then stood slowly, slipping his hands into his pockets and squeezing his thighs together before exiting the bus with her. Annie waited for him while he walked down the steps slowly, then started off down the street, glancing back at Armin frequently. His steps were slow and careful, and his expression looked pained. When the bus finally turned the corner Armin stopped suddenly, moaning and kneeling down on the ground. “Armin?” Annie asked, concerned.
“Oh my God I leaked...” Armin murmured, blushing. Annie stared, feeling wetness flood her panties. “Haaah...” Annie saw the crotch of his jeans darkening just slightly.
“No!” She knelt down in front of him, grabbing his shoulders. “Stop, you can make it!” Armin froze, looking a bit scared. “Please...” Her heart was racing. It couldn't end now. He had to be able to hold it at least till they got to her house.
“Aah...” Armin grimaced. “I...I stopped it...” He gasped.
“Okay, we're almost there.” Annie was panting in excitement. “Can you stand?” Armin shoved his hands into his crotch again and stood slowly, trembling. “No leaking?” She asked.
“No.”
“Good.” Annie gripped his arm and led him to her house, walking slowly for his sake. They made it to the front door, and Annie fumbled in her bag for her house key, watching Armin out of the corner of her eye. He was squirming, tapping his feet, and trembling with the effort of holding back his pee. He looked like he couldn't hold it another minute. Panicking slightly, Annie got her door unlocked and pulled him inside, dropping their bags right as the entered.
“Okay, now...” Armin moaned, “Where's--??!” Annie threw her arms around him suddenly, unable to hold herself back any longer. Annie kissed him, pinning him against the wall. Armin was panicking, squirming and trying to get away. “Mmmfh!!” He pulled away. “Aah! Annie!” He was tearing up. “I can't...nngh...!”
“You can.” Annie growled, carefully lifting her thigh and pressing her knee into his crotch. Not to hurt him, but to help him hold it longer. Armin struggled at first, then squirmed and pressed himself down on her knee. Annie kissed his neck panting. “How bad?” She asked, tugging up the hem of his shirt.
“Bad...” Armin groaned. “I have to go so so so bad...”
“Mmmh...” Annie licked his neck sensually and caressed the enormous bulge of his bladder.
“You...aah!” Armin tensed and moaned. “You're...enjoying this??” Annie pressed down slightly on his bladder, feeling even hotter at how firm the bulge was.
“Oh my God...” Annie moaned. She threw off her jacket and leaned in again to kiss him. “How long?” She asked desperately.
“Few minutes, maybe...” Armin moaned. Annie nodded and dragged him into the bathroom, pushing him up against the door. “Annie...” He looked at the toilet desperately.
“Shush.” She removed his jacket and pulled his shirt up, admiring the huge bulge from his bladder. It stuck out from his thin frame, positioned perfectly between his hips. She leaned in, undoing his belt, and licked his skin. His bladder quivered, pulsating slightly.
“A-Annie!” He said, sounding shocked and panicked.
“Shhhh...” She leaned over and turned the faucet on, causing Armin to squirm and whimper.
“Annie! Please!” Armin begged, trying to push her off.
“Oh, alright...” Annie let him go and he rushed to the toilet, desperately undoing his pants. Annie moved and stood right behind him, wrapping her arms around his stomach. She heard a small trickle of urine, then Armin gasped and squirmed.
“I can't go with you in here!” Armin said, sounding panicked.
“Oh?” Annie kissed his neck. “Well you're going to have to.” She nipped his earlobe, another thrill going through her. He was finally going to get rid of the huge amount of urine in his bulging bladder, and she was going to witness it.
“I can't, I can't!” Another trickle of urine splashed into the toilet, then nothing. “I can't...” His voice cracked. Annie froze, feeling a stab of guilt. Maybe she should leave him alone...he'd suffered enough as it was. But no...she couldn't leave...
“You can...” Annie moved her hands lower, caressing his bladder, and hissed into his ear softly. “Ssssssssssssssss....” She pressed down, trying to force him to pee. Armin squirmed against her, moaning in desperation, then gasped.
Urine splashed into the bowl loudly, and Armin relaxed slowly, sighing. Annie smirked and licked his neck, listening as his stream wavered for a moment. Armin continued emptying his bladder, shivering and moaning softly in relief.
“How's it feel?” Annie murmured.
“Oohhhhhhhmygawd...” Armin sighed, his stream slowing. Annie shivered, rubbing her thighs together slightly. She rested her head against his upper back, continuing to hug him from behind. Her womanhood throbbed pleasantly, and she trembled. She listened as Armin pushed out the last few trickles of urine, then sighed again.
“Armiiiin...” She purred, tracing a finger down his spine.
“Wh-what?” His voice sounded slightly shaky and breathless, and for some reason it drove Annie crazy. Her womanhood throbbed again, and she pulled Armin out of the bathroom, toward her bedroom. “Hey...!” They were kissing again, falling back onto Annie's bed roughly. Annie made quick work of undoing her pants, then grabbed Armin's hand and shoved it down, letting him feel the wetness in her panties. He gasped in excitement, rolling on top of her...
Annie blinked, feeling sleepy and relaxed. She was still breathing heavily, and trembling occasionally. She glanced over at Armin, who seemed to be in a similar state of exhaustion. He seemed to be struggling to keep his eyes open. Armin looked over at her, grinning crazily, and scooted closer. Annie sighed contentedly and glanced at her clock, then scooted up to Armin, letting her eyes drift shut.
Armin was spooning her when she awoke. Well, not so much “spooning” as, “wrapped around her like a damn octopus.” His arms were wrapped around her tightly, his fingers woven into her hair, and his legs were wrapped around her hips. Annie yawned and glanced at the clock. Shit. Her dad would be home soon.
“Armin. Hey.” She pushed him off, then shook him.
“Nnnhhh...” He grabbed one of her pillows, cuddling it. “Five more minutes.” He murmured. Annie rolled her eyes and threw his pants at him.
“Get up, my dad'll kill you if he sees us like this.” Annie got up, gathering up her clothes and dressing quickly. She glanced in her bedroom mirror and, seeing how messy her hair was, grabbed her brush. She dragged it through her hair quickly, walking toward the front door to grab their backpacks. She grabbed them, gabbed Armin's jacket from the bathroom, then returned to her room to find Armin pulling on his shirt. His hair was a similar mess, making it obvious what they'd been up to.
“Here.” She tossed her brush at him and dropped their bags on the floor. She tossed her pillows and blankets back onto her bed, cleared out a space on her messy floor, and sat down, digging through her bag.
“What are you doing?” Armin asked, brushing through his hair.
“Just act natural.” Annie said, listening as her dad's car pulled up. “Pretend you're helping me with math or something.” Armin nodded, laid Annie's brush on her dresser, and sat down on the floor next to her, pulling out his math book. Annie pulled out her homework assignment for the evening, listening intently. The front door opened, then closed again. Heavy footsteps made their way down the hall, and Armin turned the pages of his book nervously.
“Annie?” Mr. Leonhardt poked his head into her room.
“Hi, dad.” Annie said. Mr. Leonhardt looked around, noticed Armin, and glared.
“Who is this?” He asked.
“My classmate, Armin. He's tutoring me in math.”
“Er, hello Mr. Leonhardt.” Armin said nervously. Me. Leonhardt looked at them suspiciously for a moment, then sighed.
“Ah, whatever. Just keep it down. The game's on tonight.” He left, his footsteps getting softer as he went to the living room. Annie heard him turn on the T.V. then sighed in relief.
“Oh crap...” Armin said suddenly, looking at his phone.
“What?”
“Grandpa's been trying to get a hold of me...” Armin looked anxious for a moment. “Oh. He wants to go out for pizza.” Armin tapped out a message, glancing at Annie. “I can't stay for much longer.”
“Oh...” Annie said, trying to keep her disappointment out of her voice.
“Um...Do you want to come with?” Armin asked.
“That'd be fun...” Annie said. Armin grinned and tapped out another message, then watched his phone, waiting. Annie tapped her pencil on her book, waiting.
“He's gonna come pick us up in a few minutes.” Armin smiled at her. Annie smiled back just slightly and pulled her wallet, keys, and cell phone out of her backpack, then stood and tucked them into the pocket of her hoodie. Armin put his things away and slung his bag over his shoulder, following Annie out of her room. Annie pulled on her jacket, stopping in the living room briefly.
“I'm going out for pizza with Armin and his grandpa.” She announced. Mr. Leonhardt waved her off.
“Yeah, yeah, just don't stay out too late.” He said, his focus on the T.V. Annie shrugged and went out onto the front porch, sitting down on the step. Armin sat down next to her, zipping his jacket.
“We should hang out again sometime.” Armin said after a few minutes of silence.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Armin smiled at her and took her hand. “I had a really good time.” He blushed slightly.
“Me too.” Annie kissed his cheek and twined her fingers with his. She looked up at the darkening sky, feeling unbelievably happy and content. |
{7} Slytherin bedroom
Draco hadn't been to class for the rest of the day. He felt worse than ever and he wished all of this had never happened. If he only used the bathroom before going to class...
It was too late now anyway. And Snape had even come to his room to ask if he was alright.
'I'm feeling sick.' Draco had told him.
It wasn't true though he was just feeling bad and humiliated but he wasn't going to tell Snape about this.
Draco had took a hot shower, trying to relax a little which surprisingly helped. That night he went to bed early but he just couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about his father. He was going to be so mad...
Thinking about this made Draco feel bad again and he just stayed in bed, curled up in a ball trying to comfort himself.
His father wasn't the only thing he was feeling bad about though. He also was thinking about Harry. It wasn't very nice what he said this morning. Maybe Harry was mad now? It weren't his intentions to hurt him. He was just feeling horrible and his feelings kinda took over causing him to act like this.
He wished he could talk to Harry... But he wasn't leaving his room. Even if he would: the Weasel was still in Harry's room and he was the last one he wanted to see right now.
Time passed slowly and he still couldn't fall asleep. Everyone in his bedroom was already sleeping and he was just laying there. Thinking.
He didn't know for how long, but suddenly he felt some pressure in his bladder, telling him he needed to pee soon. Draco ignored it.
He didn't want to get up now. By the way: he could hold it. He had to. This would be his punishment for wetting himself.
Time passed and Draco almost fell asleep when suddenly he heard the door open. He got scared at first but when he got out his wand and lit it he saw who was there.
'Harry?' He whispered, surprised.
Harry stood there in his striped pyjamas and smiled.
Draco looked at him.
'What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here. If Filch sees you...'
Harry knew this. But he didn't care. He wanted to see Draco. He missed him...
'It doesn't matter.' Harry answered, closing the door behind him.
'I just wanted to check on you. I haven't seen you the whole day.'
Draco put his wand aside and told Harry to sit on his bed.
'I wasn't feeling good...' He said then.
Harry looked at him. He knew why but he wasn't going to start talking about it again.
'I hope you're feeling a little better now...'
Draco sat straight. 'I'm fine...'
Harry was just looking at him. He felt the need to sit next to him but he didn't dare to do it since he didn't know how Draco would react.
'Maybe I need to go now...' Harry said then, totally against his will. 'You're right about Filch. I'll get a huge punishment if he finds out about this.'
Harry got up. 'By the way. You need some sleep, it'll make you feel better.'
Was he leaving already? He liked some company now...
'I can't sleep anyway.' Draco answered. 'You can stay if you want to.'
Harry was surprised and turned back around looking at Draco.
'Sure.' Harry smiled as he sat down on the side of his bed again.
Draco's bladder reminded him that he really needed to go now, but he kept ignoring the signals. This wasn't a good moment. And he didn't want to ruin it again.
He looked at Harry.
'Aren't you cold? Come under the blanket if you want...'
Draco pointed to the side on his bed next to him.
Harry didn't say anything. He just smiled and got up, getting under the blanket now sitting next to Draco. It was pretty awkward but nice at the same time. Draco would really have enjoyed this moment if he didn't have to pee. Maybe he would be more comfortable laying down?
'I'm gonna lay down, if you don't mind.'
'Of course not.'
Harry soon did the same. Now they were laying next each other, in Draco's bed- in the Slytherin bedroom and Harry wasn't supposed to be there...
It was silent for a while. Draco started getting tired but his bladder kept him awake. He really needed to go now. But he didn't want to spoil by getting out of bed.
He got a little closer to Harry and put his head on his shoulder.
'Harry?'
'Yes?'
'I eh...I'm sorry...'
Harry looked at him. This was the first time he heard Draco excuse himself. It was pretty confusing.
'Huh?'
'About this morning...' Malfoy answered. 'I didn't mean to...you know...I just wasn't thinking clear...'
Harry looked at him and smiled. 'It's alright. You couldn't help it.'
Yes, he could. But Draco didn't say anything about it. He started moving his legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his bladder.
Luckily Harry didn't notice.
'You know...I've been thinking about something...' Harry whispered suddenly.
'About what?'
Draco saw a smile on Harry's face and this caused him to smile a little himself.
'About us...'
'What do you mean?'
Harry came even more close to him.
'Just...we're pretty close now and I thought...'
'You thought what?' Draco interrupted him. Harry didn't know if this was the kind of annoying Draco or if he was just trying to tease him.
'Nothing...I just...nothing...'
Draco touched Harry's cheek.
'No, tell me.'
Harry took a deep breath. He was nervous.
'Neville asked me if we were a couple...' He said then.
It was silent.
'Ohh...'
Harry couldn't make up what Draco meant by that.
'Do you think...do you think we are?' He asked then. Scared for the answer.
Draco looked at him.
'If you want to...' He grinned.
So he meant it? Harry wasn't expecting this.
'Of course I want to...but I mean...'
Draco told him to be quiet and came closer to him. Touching Harry's chest and grinning.
So he was teasing him.
Harry smiled shyly. He started touching Draco as well and it didn't take long before Harry was laying on top of the blonde boy.
It was exiting. Definitely cause they could get caught.
Draco enjoyed it. The only problem was his bladder. He really needed to pee now and Harry laying on top of him was only making it worse. Just ignore it, Draco don't ruin it this time.
He tried to relax but it wasn't really working. Harry started kissing him and he let it happen.
'I love you, Draco...'
Harry stopped kissing and looked at him.
'I love you too, Potter...'
They both smiled. Harry started kissing him again and touching him. Draco's need to pee was getting worse every minute and he knew this was going to be a problem...
He really needed to go...
But Harry wasn't planning on stopping now...
Draco tried to enjoy it but his bladder kept annoying him. He felt a wave of desperation hitting him and he knew he had to go- like right now.
His bladder couldn't take this, it was still weak from what happened this morning.
'Ohhh Draco...' Harry moaned.
Oh no... Draco felt so embarrassed. He was going to ruin this!
'Harry...' He whispered but Potter ignored him.
'Harry...I...' Draco tried again.
Oh god he needed to get off him. This was making the pressure on his bladder way worse...
Harry finally stopped kissing him and looked at him.
'Harry...I need to...'
Draco didn't want to look at him.
Harry did.
'What's wrong baby?'
'I need to pee...' Draco whispered. 'Badly...'
Harry smiled. 'Just hold it baby, it's so fun now...'
He knew this would happen.
Draco forced a smile but Harry laying on top of him caused his bladder to feel like it was about to explode.
'Harry I'm serious...' Draco said with a desperate look on his face. 'I need to go...'
'Come on, Draco...' Harry moaned.
'Harry...I can't hold it!' Draco answered desperate.
Just get off me! Harry wasn't listening and kept kissing and touching him. Draco just couldn't take it anymore. He had to go so badly and it started to hurt him...
Harry was now touching his lower stomach and this caused Draco to almost lose it.
'Harry stop...please...'
Potter kept ignoring him and now kissed him again. His full weight was now laying on top of Draco and he just couldn't hold it any longer. He started peeing...
No please Draco not now...
The warm pee started gushing out now and Draco couldn't stop it. Oh my god...
He didn't dare to look at Harry but then Harry stopped kissing and looked at him.
He could feel the wetness of Draco's piss on his pyjama bottoms as well.
'Baby....'
Draco felt so embarrassed, his face got all red and he did not make eye contact with the brown haired boy at all.
'I'm so sorry...I couldn't hold it...' He whispered, very quietly.
The worst thing was that he still wasn't done peeing...
'It's okay baby...just pee it's okay...' Harry answered while petting Draco's blonde hair.
Draco closed his eyes and let go. It felt so good. But he was so embarrassed. He wished he could stop,but he couldn't. The warm pee was now soaking into the mattress and making Harry wet as well. Not only from the pee though...
When Draco finished peeing he opened his eyes.
Harry touched his hair again.
'Good boy...' He whispered.
They both smiled.
But it didn't take long when they suddenly heard footsteps on the hallway...
Fuck...
They both looked at each other, panicking. Someone was coming... Filch? He usually didn't come into their rooms during the night. Did someone get in there? Both of the boys were silent, breathing heavily. Draco wished he hadn't peed, it felt so uncomfortable but at least his bladder wasn't hurting anymore.
Footsteps came closer and suddenly the door opened.
Before they could even see who it was they were blinded by the light of the person's wand.
'For Merlin's sake....'
It was professor Snape! Harry hurried and got off Draco, realizing it was already too late. Draco felt more nervous than ever. This was so bad.
Snape looked at them. Confused and angry at the same time.
'Potter! What the hell are you doing there? Mr. Malfoy?'
Draco bit his lip. He didn't know what to say. Harry got out of the bed.
'It's my fault, professor. I came to check on him, if he was alright I heard he was feeling sick.' He looked at Draco hoping he would play along.
'Yeah he did, sir.' The blonde answered.
Snape raised his eyebrows.
'Didn't know you were so close? Anyway how are you feeling, Mr. Malfoy?'
Draco laid down quickly.
'Very sick, sir...I don't know what's wrong...'
Snape nodded his head.
'Of course...I think I'll have to call the nurse them.' He continued.
'When you're feeling that sick it's better to stay in the hospital bed for tonight.'
Oh no...
Draco wanted to tell it wasn't that bad but Snape already made the decision.
'Potter, you go back to your room immediately. I'll talk to professor Dumbledore about this tomorrow.'
This was even worse... Harry didn't say anything.
'Come on, go!'
He got out of the room, hoping that Draco would be okay. It was all his fault! Now they would both be punished...
Snape looked at the blonde boy who was laying in bed. He knew he wasn't really feeling sick but if he liked to act this way he would also be treated like that.
'Come on, Mr. Malfoy. I'll walk to the hospital wing with you.'
He meant it... Draco didn't know what to do. His bed was all wet, same for his pyjama pants. If Snape found out about this...
'It's alright sir...ill be fine...' He tried.
Snape looked at him. 'No. I don't want anything to happen to you, Mr. Malfoy. You'll be safe in the hospital bed for tonight. Come on, get up.'
Draco didn't want to. He seriously didn't know what to do now. Snape was wondering why he didn't get up of course...
'I'll help you then.' Snape said, trying to take the blanket off him.
Draco panicked. No, just no.
Somehow Snape managed to take the blanket and he just stared at Draco. He was looking at his pants now...
'Mr. Malfoy...'
Draco looked down. He felt tears burning in his eyes.
'Don't ask me about it please...' He said quietly.
He felt miserable again. He wished Harry was still with him.
'Fine. I'll need to talk to your father about this anyway. Seems like there's something wrong... Never Mind. Come here so I can get you cleaned up.'
... |
{8} Night in the hospital bed
Draco didn't have any choice. He had to walk to the hospital wing with Snape. The nurse who was called Madam Pomfrey had talked to Snape for a while and had given him a bed.
Draco felt so embarrassed cause Snape had to help him clean himself up using a spell. At least his pyjamas weren't wet anymore.
Draco was laying in the hospital bed staring at the ceiling when he heard Snape and the nurse talking.
'Mr. Malfoy is very sick...Make sure he's alright....'
'Of course I will, professor. He's in good hands....'
He heard Snape walk away and the nurse came in again, holding a big glass of water.
Draco wished he acted like he was asleep but it was already too late. She made eye contact.
'My boy, it's important that you drink a lot of water so you stay hydrated.' She said while handing him the glass.
Oh no... Could it be worse?
Draco forced a smile and took the glass. He sat straight and just sipped of it.
'Not like that! Drink it. The entire glass.' She said while looking at him. 'It will make you feel better.'
Malfoy was getting really annoyed. It was not going to make him fell better. He knew he didn't have any other choice. Madam Pomfrey was going to stay there until he had drank the entire glass of water. So he forced himself to drink it fast so she would finally leave.
He handed her the empty glass.
'Good boy. Now go to sleep. It's important to get a lot of sleep when you're feeling sick.'
It's important to shut up and leave me alone!
Draco gave her an annoyed look while he laid down again.
'Good night, my boy.' She said then before she left, turning off the light.
It didn't take long before Draco actually fell asleep. He really was feeling tired now, today had been a long day...
What he didn't know was that it was going to be a long night as well...
Draco woke up kinda confused. It took him a while before he realized he was laying in the hospital bed. What time was it? How long had he been sleeping?
Not that long, judging it was still very dark in the hospital wing.
He now noticed the pressure in his bladder. Ahh... He needed to pee. Not again. Please not again.
He knew there was a bathroom right behind the door of the hospital wing but he had heard the nurse lock the door before she left.
Draco signed and stared at the ceiling. What did he have to do? Ask the nurse? No that was ridiculous! He just had to hold it. It was night and he was tired, he just needed to sleep.
Draco turned around on his side and closed his eyes but he couldn't fall asleep again.
His bladder was constantly giving him signals that he needed to use the bathroom soon...
It was all the nurse's fault, she made him drink an entire glass of water and this caused his bladder to to annoy him again.
He wished he was just in his room, and he had his wand with him. If he had an accident he could at least clean it up. But he wasn't in his room and he didn't have his wand...
And he would probably have an accident if he had to wait for long...
His bladder was already very full and he felt a lot of pressure.
How was he supposed to sleep like this?
Jeez, Draco! Just focus on something else! This was easier said than done. Draco tried to fall asleep again but it just wouldn't work. His need to pee only got worse and he realized he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer...
He just had to okay! He was not going to pee in his bed.
Draco tried to think about something else and soon he started thinking about Harry. He wished he was with him. How much he hated him before, it was hard to admit but he actually missed him right now...
A wave of desperation hit him and Draco squeezed his legs tightly. He really had to go...
He felt bad. He knew Snape had sent him here cause he lied about feeling sick. And this was all Snape's fault! Suddenly he thought about what Snape said earlier. He was going to tell his father about everything. About his accident in class, but the worst of all about him and Potter sharing his bed...Ohh this was so horrible!
Draco just felt miserable again. He hid his face in the pillow and started crying softly. He had to pee so bad. The pressure was really unbearable now and he felt some pee escaping. No....
Draco held his crotch, trying to stop himself from leaking. It worked, luckily.
Tears were now running down his face. He honesty didn't know if it was because he was just sad or cause he was so desperate. Probably both.
His bladder was throbbing. Of course it was, he had been holding it so much today and he actually was afraid he had damaged it...
Could that be possible?
He didn't know. And he was way too embarrassed to ask Madam Pomfrey about this.
Laying on his side wasn't making him feel better since there was more pressure on his lower stomach which made it only worse. He had to turn around and lay on his back again.
He did, but when he moved he felt he was peeing a little more.
No! Draco grabbed his crotch again and squeezed. He was so uncomfortable...
It really hurt now. He couldn't help it but started crying again. He was pressing his legs together, just to prevent himself from peeing but it wasn't really working. He started leaking again. And again. He knew if it would happen once more he would just completely lose it.
He felt really bad now. He needed Harry. At least he made him feel safe.
Draco closed his eyes and tried to relax. He thought about him and Harry laying in bed together, like they did tonight. He was laying in Harry's arms, his head on his shoulder. It felt good...
Draco almost managed to fall asleep thinking about this but he suddenly woke up when he felt warm wetness running down his legs. He was peeing...he really was peeing oh for Merlin's sake no!
Draco panicked and tried his best to stop the flow by grabbing his crotch again but it didn't help. He peed all on his hand and he couldn't stop.
Draco was all nervous and shaking but letting go kinda made him relax again. It felt so good...
The warm pee was now soaking the mattress of the bed but he didn't really care at this point. He just couldn't hold it any longer. After he was done he felt so relieved. He even cried again, somehow it made him emotional. This was ridiculous! If his father saw this...
Suddenly Draco realized that he wasn't laying in his own bed but in his bed at the hospital wing...
The nurse...He didn't think about that.
If she came back and saw what happened...ohh please no...
It felt all warm and sticky, it wasn't comfortable but at least the throbbing had stopped.
Draco was still worried but somehow his tiredness won and he fell asleep.
He dreamt about him and Harry. They were sitting on the sofa together, sharing a blanket. It was so cozy and warm...
He didn't wake up until the morning when Madam Pomfrey walked in and opened the curtains.
Draco slowly opened his eyes.
The nurse walked up to him and stood next to his bed.
'Good morning Mr. Malfoy. How are you feeling?'
His bed was still wet, it wasn't warm anymore though but cold and even more uncomfortable. Plus he really needed to pee again. This always happened in the morning.
'I'm fine...' He answered, same annoyed tone as usual.
The nurse looked at him.
'Are you sure you're feeling better?'
Draco nodded his head.
'Yes. Truly I'm fine.'
He wished she would leave but she stayed and looked at him again.
'You think you can go back to class?'
'Sure...'
'Do I need to help you with your clothes?'
Oh hell no.
'No.' Draco answered quickly.
'I'll be able to do it myself. Thanks.'
He waited till Madam Pomfrey walked away and then got out of bed, making sure his mattress was all covered. He had to leave as quickly as possible so she wouldn't find out.... |
{9} His father heard about it
After he quickly left the hospital wing Draco just went to class like nothing had happened. He had told Harry about it, only not about the pee part. He was pretty embarrassed about it. The last class before lunch was Transfiguration and it only was ten more minutes before class was finished. Draco really started to need to pee by now, he was glad class was almost over so he could go to the bathroom before lunch. He wasn't really paying attention anymore and he was squirming nervously in his seat. Harry noticed and looked at him.
'Are you alright?' He whispered.
Draco looked at him kinda shy.
'Yes. I need to pee...'
Harry saw that Draco blushed and he couldn't help but think that was really cute.
Even though Draco had told him what was wrong, Harry felt like this wasn't the only thing that was worrying Malfoy. He looked very nervous, and he usually wasn't.
Harry decided not to ask him anything about cause he knew it would only annoy him.
When class was finished Draco quickly put all his stuff in his bag and got up. Harry wanted to stay with him but Draco looked at him.
'I'm going to the bathroom first. I'll see you after lunch okay?' He said while shifting his weight from his one leg to his other.
Harry actually wanted to come with him but he knew Draco wouldn't like it so he didn't say anything.
'Okay.' He said instead.
Draco just forced a smile and got his bag, walking down the hallway towards the bathroom. Oh god he really had to go! He was almost there when suddenly a tall man with long blonde hair, wearing a long black coat walked up to him.
His father!
What was he doing here?
Draco panicked and stopped.
'Draco.' Lucius said while looking at his son. 'I was looking for you. I'd like to talk to you about a couple things. I hope you don't mind.' He didn't even ask him and turned around.
'If you want to follow me to professor Snape's office.'
Draco looked at the boys bathroom a couple steps away. His bladder was begging him to go but he just couldn't do it now.
'Yes father.' He said instead and he followed him to Snape's office.
He didn't have any choice...
They arrived in Snape's office and Lucius sat down behind the desk.
'Take a seat.'
Draco made sure he closed the door behind him and did what his father asked him. He sat down on the chair in front of him, there was so much pressure on his bladder and it was hard to ignore.
He just had to, okay? He wasn't going to embarrass himself even more in front of his father.
Lucius looked at him.
'I think you know why I came?'
Draco looked down at his feet. The pressure in his bladder only got worse and he couldn't help it and moved his legs a little.
'Look at me when I talk to you!' His father then yelled.
Draco wasn't expecting this and he quickly looked at him. He looked angry...
'Aren't you going to excuse yourself.' Mr. Malfoy said, not even trying to make it a question.
'I'm sorry, father.' Draco answered softly. He felt bad, his bladder wasn't making him feel better. He had to go really badly and he knew this wasn't the right moment.
Lucius grinned.
'Good. Anyways why I am here. Professor Snape talked to me yesterday about your behaviour and it's least to say pretty disappointing...'
Draco felt his bladder contract and squirmed.
His father noticed and gave him an annoyed look.
'Sit still!'
Draco looked down again.
'What I mean is: what did that Potter do in your room last night? Or should I say in your bed?'
Draco didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. He felt bad and his bladder was about to explode. He tried his best to sit still cause he knew his father would get even more angry but it was so hard.
'It's not my fault, father.' He answered quietly.
'Oh no?'
'It was Potter...' Draco continued. 'He just came to my room and got in my bed....'
'Come on Draco! That's ridiculous!' Lucius interrupted him.
'It's true, father.' Draco answered. 'I didn't want it...but he didn't listen and I yelled so that's why Snape came...'
Lucius raised his eyebrows and looked at his son. He looked very uncomfortable, proof that he was lying.
'Is it true that you were feeling sick?' He said then.
Draco nodded his head.
'Yes...'
It was silent for a while.
Draco felt his bladder filling and he squirmed again, he couldn't take this anymore.
'Draco can you please sit still?' Lucius said annoyed.
'Father...can I please be excused...?' Draco asked with a desperate look on his face. He was now squeezing his thighs to prevent himself from peeing.
'And why would you want to be excused, Draco?' He answered dry.
'This is a very serious conversation.'
Come on, I have to go!
Draco now couldn't stop squirming, it looked ridiculous but it was the only way to hold it.
'I need to use the bathroom, father.' He answered desperate.
'Right. I'm sure you can wait till we're finished.' Lucius answered while looking at him.
Draco was literally bursting.
'I really can't...I'm going to pee myself...'
Draco admitted, he felt so embarrassed and he felt his pale face going red.
Lucius looked at him very serious.
'That brings me to the next subject. Professor Snape told me you wet yourself during his class?' He comminuted, totally ignoring his sons desperation.
Draco felt miserable. He couldn't sit still and tried the hardest he could to hold it.
'I didn't mean to, father. I was an accident...'
'An accident! How old are you, Draco? 15?....'
Draco sighed.
'Yes...'
'Then behave like you are!' His father yelled.
Draco was about to cry. His bladder couldn't take it anymore and it started throbbing. He crossed his legs tightly when he felt some pee coming out. He couldn't hold it anymore...
'I'm sorry, father...' Draco said while looking down. 'Can I now please...'
'No! How am I supposed to have a conversation with you when you're squirming on your seat like a child always asking me to leave?' Lucius yelled.
Draco didn't say anything.
He had to go so badly it was really hurting him. Why couldn't he just let him go? He couldn't concentrate like this!
'Now the real reason. Do you think your interesting when you wet yourself in front of the class? Attention, is that what you want?'
Draco shook his head.
'No...it really was an accident! It's all Snape's fault, he wouldn't let me go.'
Lucius nodded his head.
'I can't imagine professor Snape acting like that. He's a very nice man, Draco. Your should have a bit more respect for him.'
Draco was really losing it right now. He was about to pee himself, his father wouldn't listen to him and now he said he didn't have enough respect for Snape?
'I can't have respect for someone who enjoys torturing his students!' Draco yelled.
Lucius looked at him, shocked.
'First of all you do not talk to me like this and second Snape would never torture his students. I know him well enough to know that...'
'Oh shut up!' Draco yelled ' you're just as horrible as Snape. I'm done with this!'
He was so mad now he didn't even care anymore. Draco got up and walked to the door but his father got out his wand and cast a spell to lock the door.
Draco freaked out.
'Let me out!! You don't have the right to lock me here! I need to use the bathroom, now!'
He crossed his legs tightly and bended over.
His bladder was cramping again, it hurt so much.
Lucius got up and walked up to him.
'Stand up!'
'I can't...it hurts...' Draco cried.
'Stop acting like a loser!' Lucius yelled while grabbing Draco's arm.
He now pushed him against the locked door and he stood right in front of him.
Draco was crying now, he was shifting his weight from his one leg to his other trying to hold it. He had to but he knew he couldn't do it for long anymore.
'Stop crying! You don't even deserve to be part of the Malfoys!' His father yelled then, followed by his hand, which slapped Draco right across his face.
'No....stop...' Draco begged, knowing what would happen next if his father kept hitting him.
Lucius was holding Draco's face with both hands, forcing him to make eye contact. The blonde boy was squirming like crazy, shifting from his one leg to his other trying not to lose it.
'Listen to me Draco!' He yelled.
Tears were running down Draco's face, just at that moment he also felt wetness at his crotch area. Oh god...he was peeing...no no no!
'You're going to behave because otherwise I will have to punish you...and you know my punishments are...'
Draco didn't listen anymore. The only thing he tried was to get away but his father's grip was too tight.
'Father...let me go please...I can't hold it anymore...' He cried.
The pee was now dripping in his underwear, he couldn't stop he was going to completely wet himself if his father didn't let him go now.
'Stop acting like this!' Lucius yelled. 'You're just over reacting!'
'I'm not...' Draco cried 'I have to go....really I can't...'
He didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence or the pee started gushing out. He couldn't help it. He was peeing forcefully, the warm pee was now running down his legs, soaking his trousers and robe. You could hear the urine hitting the floor and forming a puddle at his feet. Draco only looked at it and kept peeing till he was done. His bladder was sore from the holding and his trousers were drenched with pee, it even got in his shoes but he felt so relieved. So relieved that he even forgot his father who was standing right in front of him.
He didn't dare to look....
When he did he saw the furious look on his father's face.
He took his hand and slapped him again, harder this time.
Draco started crying again.
'No please father...I'm sorry...' He cried.
'Stop making excuses! I told you not to wet yourself!' Lucius yelled.
'But I couldn't hold it...you wouldn't let me go and...'
Another slap in his face. It hurt, it really hurt.
'You'll learn your lesson, Mr. Malfoy!' Lucius yelled before walking away.
Draco was crying hysterically. He didn't even care anymore. He leaned against the closed door and sat on the ground, right into the puddle he just made. He just sat there with his drenched trousers and robe, full of pee. With a red face from crying and from his father's hand...
He felt worse than ever. He wished he could just die... |
{10} The truth can be painful
Harry was walking down the hallway to his next class. He was thinking about Draco. He told him they would meet after lunch right? He hadn't seen him in the great hall, neither in the bathroom.
Harry couldn't help it but he was worried. Maybe something had happened? He wasn't feeling that good so it could be possible...
'Harry!'
Harry turned around and saw Hermione walking up to him.
'I've been looking for you everywhere.' She said out of breath.
Harry looked at her.
'Why? What's wrong?'
'It's Ron.' Hermione answered.
Ron?
'He wants to talk to you. I think he wants to excuse himself for what he did...you know about you and Malfoy...By the way, where is Malfoy? He wasn't there for lunch, was he?'
Harry nodded his head.
'No he wasn't. I don't know what's wrong. But eh...I need to go now. I'm already late for class and...'
Hermione looked at her watch.
'Late? It's ten more minutes before the next class.'
Come on Hermione, don't ruin it.
'I know.' Harry answered. 'I needed to talk to professor Lupin about something, so if you don't mind...'
Hermione smiled but she knew he was lying.
'Fine. See you during class.'
She turned back around and Harry continued walking down the hallway and took the stairs.
The hallway on the second floor was totally empty and Harry decided to go to the bathroom real quick before class started. He kinda had to go and they had professor Snape so he didn't want to embarrass himself.
Just when he passed Snape's office and wanted to keep walking towards the end of the hallway he noticed a noise. Harry stopped and listened closely.
Someone was crying...
And it was definitely not Moaning Myrtle...
It was a boy...
And it clearly came from Snape's office. Harry turned around and came closer. He now stood right in front of the door.
The crying got louder and it sounded heartbreaking. Harry didn't know what to do. Maybe he just had to walk away, this was none of his business. Somehow his curiously won and he knocked on the door.
Draco was still sitting in his own puddle of pee, feeling miserable and crying when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He panicked. Who could that be? Snape? Or even worse, his father?!
He started breathing faster and listened closely. Tears were still running down his cheeks.
A knock again.
Please just go away!
'Hello?'
Someone just started talking and even though he couldn't hear it that well the voice sounded familiar.
Suddenly the door opened.
Draco was scared and he quickly moved into the corner of the room.
Someone came in...
Harry's mouth fell open when he saw who was sitting in the corner of Snape's office, scared, sad and alone like a little kid.
'Draco?...' Harry said surprised and worried at the same time.
The blonde boy looked at him shyly, his face was red from crying.
'Harry...' He whispered.
Harry quickly closed the door behind him and walked up to Malfoy. He suddenly almost slipped when he stepped into a puddle of wetness.
'Be careful not to....' Draco warned him just in time.
Harry stepped aside and looked at Draco who's grey trousers were all wet and then he realized how the puddle came there.
He just stepped in Draco's pee...
Harry didn't say anything and walked up to the blonde boy, kneeling and then sitting down next to him.
'Are you alright?' He asked worried.
This was a stupid question cause Malfoy seemed far from alright.
'Do I look like I am?'
'No...sorry...' Harry answered while looking down.
It was silent for a while. Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't want to hurt him.
'What happened...?' He asked then.
Draco looked at him, it looked like he would start crying again.
'Snape...' Draco whispered.
'Snape? What did Snape do?' Harry answered.
'He...didn't do anything. He told my...my father...'
Draco started crying again. Harry felt so bad for him. He sat closer next to him and put his hand on the blonde boy's shoulder.
'Hey it's okay...'
'It's not...' Draco cried. 'He knows everything...and...'
Harry looked at him worried. Poor boy.
'Shhhh. It's alright Draco. I'm here. You can tell me.'
Draco looked at him. Shy. Harry had never seen him like this before.
'My father...he...got really mad...and I had to....'
Harry sighed.
'You needed to pee, didn't you?' He remembered Draco already had to go badly at the end of class.
Draco nodded his head.
'Yes...and my father...he didn't let me go...and...'
Tears were running down his face.
'It's okay, Draco. You couldn't help it...' Harry tried to comfort him.
'But it's not okay, Harry.' Draco answered, a little annoyed. Harry now recognized Malfoy more.
'That isn't the only that happened...' He continued.
Harry didn't get it. What else had happened?
'What do you mean?'
Draco looked at him.
'Have you seen my face?'
'Eh yes...'
'It's red, Potter.'
'Of course it's red, you have been crying...'
Harry didn't get it.
'What if I tell you this isn't only from crying?'
Harry looked at him with big eyes.
'Your father...did he...did he do this...?'
He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it.
Draco looked down.
'Don't worry, I'm used to it.'
'How can I not worry, Draco!' Harry answered. 'Your father hit you! And clearly it isn't the first time this happened?'
The blonde boy didn't say anything and just looked down at his shoes.
'I should go.' He said then. 'I shouldn't be talking to you about this.'
Draco wanted to get up but Harry stopped him.
'No, wait. Draco this is important. You need to tell someone. Your father can't keep hurting you like this!'
'It doesn't hurt that bad anyway...'
'Bullshit!' Harry yelled.
'This isn't okay, Draco. You need to get help.'
The blonde boy gave him an annoyed look.
'I don't need help, okay? By the way, I need to go. I need to pee.'
Harry looked at him.
He was probably just saying this to leave. It was impossible that he needed to go again judging by the puddle he had just made.
'Seriously, Draco...'
'No....'
Malfoy got up. He felt horrible but somehow the arrogant attitude made him feel stronger. He already told Potter way too much. He had to go now.
He walked to the door but Harry got up as well and grabbed his arm.
'Draco please...I won't tell anyone. I just want to help you. I'm worried about you.' Harry told him.
Draco looked at him.
He was hesitating. But no, this wasn't Potter's business.
He tried to get away but Harry didn't let him go.
'Let me go....'
'Draco I just....' Harry kept trying.
'Let me go, Potter! I need to piss!' Draco yelled and he managed to get out of Harry's grip.
'Sorry...I didn't know you...'
Malfoy gave him an annoyed look.
'Not a word about this, Potter! Have you understood me?'
Harry nodded his head.
'Yes...make sure you tell someone. To help...'
'Stop saying that. No one can help anyway.' He wanted to turn around.
'Not if they don't know...your father can't treat you like that Draco.' Harry kept on trying. 'Does your mom know about this? You could tell her....'
Draco turned around and this time he gave Potter a furious look.
'My mom's dead. I'll get a lot of help from her.' He said with a shaky voice before turning around and leaving Snape's office.
Harry just stood there. Shocked. So much had happened and he just didn't really realize it.
He got out of Snape's office as well and looked down the hallway and he saw Malfoy running to the bathroom, crying again.
Harry felt bad. He ruined it again...
Harry was really mad at himself. He didn't even realize he was standing in the doorstep of Snape's office when suddenly someone wearing a long black robe walked up to him.
'Mr. Potter! What are you doing in my office?'.... |
It has been a questionable few months, And when I say questionable I really mean "Jesus fucking christ what has this year become!?" But while things occurred, I began trying to write omorashi again...and proceeded to suck total dick at it. So I'm back to the practice phase of trying to write desperation and peeing. I always like to try and put my own characters through their omo-paces, putting them in lewd situations and see how it plays out. Anybody who read my interactive will know Margo, but she is the one character I never properly put in a desperation situation.
So enjoy. And feedback is always appreciated. ^^
Now begins the fun of rereading it a million times for errors.
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The contract hung from a board in the tavern, sticking out among the usual clutter of store owners advertising their wares. Margo had taken great interest in it when she saw it. Not for the pay, which would be welcoming for supplies, but rather because this small bout of plague that infected the town was keeping the pathway through the mountains closed. It was simple enough for the young engineer, the alchemists working to cure the afflicted had called for anybody who would be willing to visit a wizard out in the depths of the forest in the hopes he could formulate a cure and get the pathway open once again.
Margo was a short girl with a gnomish figure, pale skin and dark eyes. She always wore an old witches hat over her long jet black hair. A reminder of her sister and something to accommodate for her lack of height. She was an easy girl to miss. Although she was young, she looked far older for her age, wearing a pair of thick circular glasses that sat atop her red, stubby nose and an expressionless glare . She never ventured anywhere alone, often travelling with her companion: a mechanical girl she had restored a few ago. The mechanical girl, who always referred to herself as A267, followed Margo like she was the girls shadow. Although an amalgamation of metal and fabricated parts, A267 could not be distinguished from a normal girl. She had the looks of an older sister, even if she looked nothing like her companion. She was a cute looking girl with long brown hair, often died up in a messy ponytail.
It was a chilly autumn morning over the mountains. Margo sat atop her companions shoulders, like she always would, as they walked through the forest.
“Mother? Why are we going instead of the alchemists?”
“Because they already have their hands full taking care of the ill.”
“So it’s not because this wizard likes to capture children and steal cats so he can boil them?”
“You’ve been listening to the miners in town again, haven’t you?” Margo sighed. “When were you listening to their obscure rumours?”
“They were talking after breakfast."
“I left you for five minutes...” Margo shook her head. It was not uncommon for commoners to mistake anybody with even a slither of magical talent for some kind of shadow stalking bogeyman. It added even more fire to their fears when the wizard in question was the former Martial Wizard of the Magick Arcanum. They were an unwelcome faction in this land, prying around the ruins of the first kingdom just beyond the great mountain. But the towns alchemists had spoken highly of the former Martial Wizard, and it was the word of highly trained mages over the word of half drunken sceptics afraid of anything that could be shot from somebody’s fingertips.
The girls followed the river. After a little while, they reached the wizards residence, a cozy little cottage nestled between the trees. A small plume of smoke rose from the chimney and a small robin landed on the windowsill, surveying the wizards guests. As they walked through the yard, Margo caught the smell of lavender and mint in the air. A few small gardens were responsible for the pleasant smell, housing bounties of alchemy ingredients, more than one man could ever need. It was becoming quite queer for Margo to see such a calming little land on this side of the world. The girls walked through the garden up to the front door.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Her knock echoed through the trees.
A pair of withered grey eyes responded to the banging, meeting the tip of Margo’s pointed hat when they peered through a small slot at the top of the door. They gazed down to see the wearer staring back up at them. “You’re the former Martial Wizard?”
“I am.” A charming, yet aged voice responded.
“My name is Margo. I’m here on behalf of the alchemists guild in the town a few miles east. They asked me to come see you.”
“Is that so?” The man behind the door muttered.
Margo nodded.
The man grumbled. “Alright, come on in. Must be important if they’re sending little girls in their place.” The small eye hole slammed shut. From behind the door, the sounds of locks could be heard shuffling and sliding. “My history doesn’t permit to live as comfortably as I had once imagined.” The man emerged, wrapped in a robe stained with various coloured liquids. He had a rather, fatherly figure about him, with polite a smile and a balding head, complete with a shaggy yet short beard. “I’m the former Martial Wizard of the Scholar Arcanum. An unwelcomed kind on this side of the mountain. Other than the alchemists, most people go about believing everybody wearing that sigil is here to rape them and dissect their corpses.” The wizard opened the door wide, beckoning the girls to enter. “I prefer my alchemical pursuits over sodomy and dissection.”
The inside of the cottage was larger than the outside had led Margo to believe. It was a single floored cottage, all one large room, filled to the rafters with alchemy tools: Vials, beakers and containers of all shapes and sizes sat atop the shelves and some even lay scattered around the floor. Colourful mixtures of all kinds sat atop roaring fires, bubbling and steaming. Small gardens, lit by small orbs of arcane light sat perched on the tables. But the centre piece of the wizards arcane paraphernalia was a large channel teleporter sitting in the centre of the room, A large golden arch-shaped device with a small panel and glowing tubes running around it. A blue aura emanated from it, brightening up the whole cottage with a blue tinge. Behind the teleporter stood an old pole bearing two sickles and an occult symbol, the banner of the Magick Arcanum.
“Can I interest you and...your companion...in some tea?” The wizard stuttered as he was met with the mechanical girls fearful stare.
“You’re not going to eat us, are you?” She asked.
“A267!” Margo nudged her companion. “Don’t ask such absurd questions.” She looked back to the wizard. “I apologize for my companion. We would love some tea, if we are not impeding on any of your work.”
The wizard chuckled. “You girls impeded any work I had planned when you knocked on my door. Come this way please. You can explain your needs at the table.” He led Margo through the large room, past all the beakers to a small, finely prepared table in the west of the room. It was much less spacious, but far more cosy than the rest of the cottage. “Please, do take a seat. I shall fetch the tea.”
Margo nodded and as soon as the wizard vanished back into the main room, she snapped her fingers, ordering the android to pull out a chair and lift her onto it. Something felt strange about the peace of the nook, it wasn’t much to Margo’s liking.
“Mother? What if he turns us into frogs?” The android whispered.
“He’s not going to.” Margo sighed. “Just sit down and be polite. And no stupid questions.” A267 obeyed and took a seat beside Margo.
The wizard reappeared, holding a fair-sized teapot filled with hot tea. He placed it down on the table and offered Margo a cup, which she took gleefully, unlike her companion who just stared with the fear of a lamb to slaughter.
“Again, I apologize for my companion. She is not a tea drinker.”
“I see.” The wizard ignored her and poured himself a cup. “So, why have these alchemists sent you out to me? Word does not travel to me often."
“Many of the people have complained of stomach aches, flu, sickness,” Margo begun. She took a sip of the tea. It was delicious, strong and sweet, much better than the regurgitated bog water that passed for tea on this side of the mountains. Margo didn’t even finish at her sip, abandoning the rest of her explanation to finish the whole mug. “This tea is amazing.” She said, wiping the rest tea from her lips with her sleeve.
“By all means, have another mug. Tea is the one commodity that rarely falls victim to scarcity.” The mage poured Margo another mug. On the condition she explain the situation before drinking. The young engineer obliged, explaining how the town had fallen victim to plague. The alchemists of the town had traced it’s origins to rats polluting the nearby mines, but the twist of the story was how the plague was not easily defeated with common plague remedies. The wizard sat, carefully nursing his tea and hanging onto every word.
“I see.” He finally said after Margo finished telling the story. The wizard sat back in his seat, took a sip from his tea and thought for a moment. “You’re not afflicted yourself, are you? Either of you? Any symptoms like the townsfolk?”
“Ah!” The android looked at her companion with a worrisome look. “What about the other night, mother!? The tummy upset that had you on-”
“Not relevant! A267!” Margo cut her off before she could continue. “That...” her cheeks ran red, “that was an unrelated matter.” Not the most pleasant night. Margo composed herself. “Neither of us have grown ill. The alchemists quarantined the afflicted to a small row of houses.”
The mage leant forward again. “Well, I make no guarantees, but I might be able to make something to help with such a matter. Such an elixir will require something from my...exotic reserves.” The Wizard got up from the table and made his way toward the teleporter in the centre of his study. “Make yourselves at home. I shall return shortly.” With the pull of a lever, the teleporter came to life, humming vigorously. The blue aura grew stronger and just like that the wizard vanished in the light.
“A267, hand me the teapot.” Margo ordered the android. The pot still had plenty of tea sloshing around in it. She poured herself another cup, sipping from it before downing the whole mug. “If only we made tea like this in the tunnels.” It was indescribable. So sweet. She finished the whole pot herself. It felt like a crime to let such good tea go to waste. Margo sighed happily and sat back in her chair, enjoying the sounds of science at work, the boiling beakers, the whistles and chimes of the channel teleporter. After a short while though, the urge to expel herself of the tea she had greedily drank came knocking. “I shall be back in a moment, A267. I have to use the facilities.” She hopped down from her chair and briskly made her way to the front door. It was only on her feet when Margo noticed just bad it was.
“But mother...you can’t...” A267 called out.
“What you mean I can’t?” Margo undid the array of locks on the front door, realizing for herself the issue when she reached the small keyhole at the bottom. It was enough to make her bladder wince.
“He locked the door after inviting us in.” A267 reminded her.
“...And he left through the teleporter...” Margo finished “...with the key...” She struck the door and sighed. There were a few small drawers by the door which Margo rooted through, hoping to find a spare, but the best she could turn up were some tattered papers. “I guess I can wait. Hopefully this should not take too long.”
A half hour passed. Margo only knew because she had taken to listening to the sounds of the mechanism of the channel teleporter, which ticked with each passing second, not unlike a clock. And she had only taken to listening to that to distract herself from the sounds of a dripping beaker, which while soothing at first, only grew more grating on her ears as her need to use the lavatory grew more urgent. She had taking to pacing impatiently back and forth. It didn’t feel as bad when she was moving around.
“How long does this damned wizard intend on taking!?” Margo yelled impatiently.
“Were we foolish to trust him mother? The townspeople didn’t speak highly of him. What if this is some trick? What if he’s going to re-emerge with an army of undead?”
“Be quiet, A267. Stop letting those ignorant stories and tales get in your head.” Besides, at the moment, the only thing I’m susceptible to is wetting myself. Margo thought. “Come,” She beckoned the android over, “let’s take a look around.” She had been curious to take a gander at the wizards lab, and perhaps examining the curiosities of the former Martial wizard would help take her mind off things.
Books, lab research, work stations, filling every nook and cranny of the room. The wizard was clearly big on his studies, as to be expected of even a former Martial Wizard. Magical and alchemical pursuits were his calling and a one he was highly gifted in. At first, Margo examined several books along the shelves, recognizing a few of them from her days in the tunnels. There were numerous alchemy tones that her sister had once possessed, mostly writings and studies about the potency and practical applications of plants that grew north of the great mountains. Nothing interesting to her. Nothing in the beakers interested her either. She had no idea what half of the concoctions were. Was the wizard making potions? Poisons? Elixirs? As she stared at one container, which was dripping a greyish liquid into a vat of water, Margo couldn’t distract herself from the sound. Each drip made her bladder wince. Suddenly, she found herself thinking about the containers more than their contents. All she could think about was herself huddled over one of the empty beakers. The sound of tinkling and hissing as she did her business. The relief as her bladder emptied. For a short time, she felt like she was in her own little sanctuary.
“Mother?” A267s voice snapped Margo out her daydream. “Mother, are you okay?”
The fantasy was gone as quickly as it came. the thought of sitting with a beaker and relieving herself of the tea, gone from her mind. It felt so good, which just made her feel worse when she was forced back with her full bladder. “I-I’m going to sit back d-down.” She hastily made her way back to the table.
Another twenty minutes passed. Margo’s situation grew no better, and it felt like she on the precipice of an accident. She sat at the table, cross-legged and tightly clutching between her legs to prevent her bladder from spilling out. The pain was near unbearable, her muscles were getting tired and the burning feeling in her...area...was horrible, it was like holding back a giant dam between her legs. “He won’t be much longer.” She kept quietly telling herself. “Next time I visit a wizard...I’m making sure he unlocks the fucking door...” She lay her head on the table, grabbing herself tighter. “What I wouldn’t give just to do it...”
Suddenly, almost as if some other-worldly being heard her plea, something gleamed in the corner of Margo’s eye. The tin pot the wizard had served tea in. Completely empty. Margo stared at the teapot, glaring as if it was the last hope she had. A crooked smile formed as the teapot glistening in the light.
“Mother you’re not thinking about...in…there?”
She was. “Of course not!” The engineer replied almost immediately. “I’m not going to stoop so low as to do my business in a teapot!” She turned her gaze away from the teapot. She wanted to keep some semblance of decency in her companions presence, but with each second that passed it felt more and more like an impossibility.
She held out five more minutes before, finally, Margo could contain herself no longer. She submitted to the desperate desires of her bladder. If she couldn’t use the lavatory...then the teapot, against her better judgement, would suffice. She couldn't hold it in any longer. “A267,” Margo squeaked, “Would you mind waiting over there...?”
The girl tilted her head. “Mother? Are yo-”
“Wait over there please.” The android obeyed, turning her back to her young companion. Margo reached out and grabbed the teapot from the centre of the table, still keeping one hand firmly pressed between her legs. She took a deep breath. She was really about to do this. Pissing in a teapot.
Margo inched herself towards the edge of the chair, giving herself just enough room to...angle the teapot correctly. She undid her belt, pulled up the bottom of her long shirt and started shuffling to undo her trousers, pulling them down to her knees. There was a slight draught beneath the table, cold enough to make Margo shiver as the cold air caught her...somewhere. The cold tin wasn’t exactly flattering on her bare thighs either. She took a deep breath and leant forward.
Before she could go, a flash of light burst into the room, catching the girls off-guard. Margo flinched, almost dropping the teapot. The wizard had returned at the most inopportune time. Margo felt her heart sink and her cheeks burn with crimson. Shame. Shame, embarrassment and humiliation unlike anything she had ever felt struck when she saw the silhouette emerging from the flash of light. There she was sat, with her trousers down and a teapot wedged between her inner-thighs. Before the blinding light faded, Margo quickly threw the teapot back onto the table and yanked her trousers back up, feeling a small dribble escape as her quick movement allowed her bladder a small respite to relieve the pressure. It took all of her energy, but Margo stopped it at a single spurt. Her crotch stung as she halted herself.
“I apologize for the long wait.” The wizard emerged from the teleport clutching a small leather sack. “Unfortunately there are some ingredients I cannot keep under these conditions.”
The wizard was back. Thank heavens! He was back! While he muttering to himself, Margo, overwhelmed with desperation, pounded down on the table. “If you could unlock your door please.” Margo did not ask. She demanded.
“Is something the matter?” The wizard asked with concern.
“Just...the door...please...”
Without haste, the wizard took a small silver key from his pocket and unlocked the door. The small click of the door unlocked was the best thing poor Margo had heard all day. She could go outside. She was free to, at long last, relieve herself.
“A267!” Margo snapped her fingers repeatedly. “Some assistance!” Her legs felt weak, she was unable to walk, let alone get off the chair with two hands indignantly forced between her legs. If she moved them even an inch away from her crotch, she’d wet herself. The android lifted her companion onto her shoulder. Just another minute. She just had to hold out another minute. She bit her lower lip. It was so close, but just as they approached the door...too late. Margo gave out, her muscles unable to hold back any longer. Her bladder sprayed out, soaking through her undergarments and trousers. Margo couldn't stop herself and at this point, as her urine washed down her thighs and began filling her boots, she just accepted it. The relief was enough to make her shudder. She bit her tongue to stifle her urge to sigh or make any sound.
“Heh...my shoulder feels...warm...” A267 looked down where her companion was sitting. The pool of warm urine was Soaking into her shoulder. Margo pulled the brim of her hat down as far as she could, hiding her shame in the darkness of her hat as she could not halt herself. When it was over, Margo sat completely still. It was almost like instinct, the old childish notion of “They can’t see me if I can’t see them.” She was soaked, A267 was soaked, the floor was soaked. A whole pot of teas worth of urine now covered the poor girls.
“Mother...” The android looked up. “Are you finished? Do you fee-”
“Don’t say another word...” A voice squeaked, muffled beneath the hat.
“I apologize...” The Wizard said, speaking in a tone that made it seem like he harboured the blame. "I didn't anticipate such a incident happening." The wizards cheeks also ran crimson as he stared at the growing puddle. "Allow me to warm some water for you both. Please.
A large basin was brought from outside. The wizard filled it and left the water to heat up over the fire. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look at her. A267 cleaned up where Margo’s accident had pooled around her feet and once she was done there, took their clothes to be washed. Of course, the wizard left them to their privacy behind a divider so the girls could bath without intrusion and so he could get to work formulating a plague cure. Margo stripped off her soggy trousers and sat in the bath with the shame still fresh. It felt nice, at least, a hot bath to wash away the dampness.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, mother.” The android slid Margo forward and sat in the bath behind her. She picked Margo up and sat her on her lap, comforting her like an older sister. “We all have our mishaps.” She squeezed her tightly. “I don’t think any less of you.”
Margo’s cheek ran red again. “I k-know...” She spluttered. “M-my hair...if you will.”
After their bath, the girls didn’t wish to overstay their welcome. Especially after what had happened. The wizard handed Margo a large bottle of black liquid with a faint scent of liquorice and sent the girls on their way.
It was a quiet walk back to town. Margo didn't feel like speaking much. She just sat on A267s shoulder with the brim of her hat covering her eyes.
“Once we’re back in Reddington, next stop: The great mountain! Right, mother?” The android finally spoke.
The androids cheerful tone caught Margo off-guard, like it had many times before. She wrapped her arm around her companion and rested her head by her ear. “Indeed it is.” She smiled.
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It is time right before Christmas holidays. We do not have any lessons last days before Christmas and this day we are going to the castle. Trip starts in front of our school when we take a bus and ride to the castle. We are in year 8 and between 14-15 years old. I am Martin little shy boy but not bullied. It takes little over one hour to get to our place. On the bus I can feel that I need to go but little and I know that we do not use so much time to the castle and rush traffic is now into city and we are riding from city. I am calm at this point.
We are going from the bus and teacher (female, 29 year) is telling us that last 500 meters we must go up the hill. Bus cannot go there due to too narrow road. I am going right in front because I want to be first there and find bathroom before we get innside the castle. But bathrooms are in front of courtyard and I am missing them. Some of my classmates use them but not me.
Our teacher is coming to courtyard and she is meeting our guide (female, 31 year). And we are going innside. I am little bit nervous because there was no time to go to the bathrooms but nobody ask for it. It is strange, do not tell me that nobody did not want to pee... but I do not know that they, which needed to pee, was already in the bathroom.
After 20 min. I need much more. Sometimes I help myself with grabbing to my crotch but I try to be secret. Nobody needs to know that I am in troubles. It is not take a long time when my need is getting to be worse and worse and I am starting with little pee dance, trembling, grabbing in my private area. When we are going it is good but when we stop it is problem.
Lea (female classmate) notices that something is wrong with me and ask me:
Lea: what is wrong with you, are you cold?
Me: yes
Lea is noticing that I must take one hand to my crotch.
Lea: do you need to pee?
Me: yes, I hope that we finish soon
But she does not ask more and I am thankful for it. She does not tell to another classmates or to the teacher and I am thankfull for it too.
After another room I am in panic because I am feeling one spurt but too short. So nothing is visible in my jeans but I am feeling that I must go soon. Another classmate Vladana notices that I am in troubles.
Vladana: do you need pee so badly?
Me: yes, I need to go now, I am surprised that nobody needs.
Vladana: we was in front of courtyard in public bathrooms, you did not use it?
Me: fuck me, I missed bathrooms there.
Vladana: but we will be innside maybe 30 min. so I am not sure that you make it
and when we are moving to the another room she is taking contact with out teacher
Vladana: miss teacher, Martin needs to pee
some of our classmates heard it and now they know that I am in pee troubles.
Teacher: Martin, there was public bathrooms in front of courtyard why did not you use them?
Me: I missed them, thought that I could use bathroom in courtyard but there was no bathrooms so...
Teacher: you could ask. What can I do now... we cannot let you go alone through castle. You do not have keys and our guide needs keys for herself. So tell me what can I do now?
Me: I do not know...
Teacher: you must hold it it takes not so long time now. Sorry.
Now all of my classmates know that I need to go and I am sure that they watch me, watch my battle with my body. Maybe some of them want my pee in my jeans.
Simon: I think that I have never seen some boy pee himself, it is only girls which sometimes do it
Larry: yes, definitely girls thing
Isak: no, one boy which moved in year 2 peed himself in the classroom
Simon: it was in year 1 so it can happen, now we are older
Isak: but Martin can hold it, I think
Simon: I am not sure, he looks like nervous, he is trembling, he does not have a much time
Larry: do you want to see him wet?
Simon: maybe. I feel sorry for him but I want to know how girls will react
Now we are going up to the tower. It is much stairs and I am thanking Gud that I am last. I cannot go quickly and sometimes I must stop. I suddenly feel a squirt to my briefs, strong, 2 sec. enough to wet my jeans a little. I am stoping and taking control. But after 2 sec. I feel that my pee squirts to my briefs without any control. I am not brave enough to watch my jeans but I am feeling how my own pee runs into my crotch and thighs to my knees and down to the stairs. Now it is reality. I just used my jeans as a bathroom. I do not know if I should laugh or cry. It is visible, when I reach tower all of classmates and teacher get know what happen. I am stupid that I missed bathrooms.
In the tower teacher says:
Teacher: Martin, this is the last room so hold it 5 min...
but at the same time notices that I already wet myself
Teacher: ok, it can happen, do not be sad, it is not problem. Accidents happen so do not cry.
Some of classmates laugh at me and tell me about diapers but I am in shock so I do not hear them. On the way back to the bus we are stoping in front of bathrooms and teacher tells that we should use them. I am going too.
Vladana: Martin, why are you in line? Your pee is in your jeans
I start to cry and go slowly to the bus. I must sit in my wet jeans all way to the school, rest of school day I could change to my gym clothes. |
{11} Harry's detention
Harry turned around and saw professor Snape standing in front of him.'Nothing, sir...' Harry answered quickly. 'I'm already late for class...I should go...'Harry wanted to leave but Snape grabbed him.'Not so fast, Potter! Do you really think you can just sneak into my office without getting caught?'Harry looked down.'I don't think so!' Snape answered his own question.'Follow me.'He opened the door of his office and pushed Potter inside.'Sit down.'Harry didn't say anything and sat down on the chair, Snape sat down behind the desk in front of him.'I give you one more chance.' He said then.'If you tell me what you were doing here, I'll leave it like this.'Harry looked down at his feet, then at Snape.'It was Draco...' Harry answered quietly.Snape raised his eyebrows.'Mr. Malfoy? Can't imagine what he was doing here...''It's true sir. He was...crying...' Harry answered. He knew he shouldn't tell Snape about this but he wanted to help Draco. This was the only thing he could do.'Crying.' Snape answered.Harry looked at him.'Yes he was crying. Because of his father...I don't know exactly what had been going on but sure Draco was upset.'Harry didn't tell about Draco's father hitting him. He had to keep it safe.Snape looked at him and it took a while before he said anything.'Curious. I must say you have a great imagination, Potter. But it's a no from me. You can stay for detention after class.'Snape got up and wanted to walk away.Harry turned around in his chair and looked at him.Was he being serious? He just told him the truth!'But sir...I...''No sir, Potter. Detention!'Harry sighed. Great.
Harry was sitting in Snape's class next to Hermione and surprisingly Ron came to sit next to him.He wasn't feeling very comfortable around him since what happened with Malfoy earlier that week.Harry tried his best to pay attention but he kept thinking about Draco. He wasn't in class. He was probably laying in bed again, crying. Harry felt bad cause he felt like he caused this. He shouldn't have started talking about his mom. How could he know that she passed away?Thinking about this made him wonder how though...'You're going to work in pairs and make this potion.' He heard Snape say. 'Make sure it's decent and it's done before the end of class.' He continued. Then he started pairing the students and he looked at Harry.'Potter and Weasley. And lastly Hermione and Pansy. Good luck.'Hermione turned her eyes. She didn't like the Slytherin girl at all.Harry sat there, uncomfortable and looked at Ron. They hadn't talked since the incident at The Three Broomsticks.Ron looked in his book.'I guess we should start...' He looked at Harry.'Yeah...ill get the ingredients.' Harry said while getting up.It was really awkward since they both didn't know how to act. Harry wanted to be nice to him again but he was still waiting for Ron's apologies... They were halfway into the Potion lesson and Harry and Ron were working together pretty well.Harry was cutting a unicorn hair when Ron suddenly started talking to him.'Did you hear anything about Malfoy lately?'Harry was surprised. He stopped cutting and looked at Ron.'I mean...he's been absent quite a lot.' Ron continued to make sure it didn't seem like he actually worried about him.'He's not feeling that good.' Harry answered simply.'Oh. So he's sick?''Kinda.'Ron looked at him.'Since you're with him a quite a lot, next time you see him, tell him I'm sorry.'Harry looked at him confused.'About that you know..fight.' Ron answered.'Ohh. Yeah. I will.' Harry answered.Somehow he wasn't mad at Ron anymore. He kinda missed hanging out with him.Ron smiled at him.Suddenly Snape passed and looked at them.'Don't forget to have too much fun.' He said annoyed.Ron gave him an annoyed look and he smiled at Harry again.Harry smiled back kinda shy.He now noticed the pressure in his bladder. He needed to use the bathroom soon...Not the right moment. Definitely not since he still had detention after this class...
Harry tried his best to ignore his bladder's signals and concentrated on making the potion.When they were done, Snape came to check everyone's potion. It was 10 more minutes of class left. Harry sat down next to Ron and started squirming a little. He really had to go...Snape now walked up to Hermione and Pansy to take a look at their potion, which was because Hermione of course very good. Harry only got more nervous when Snape walked up to him and Ron.'Potter and Weasley.' He said while looking at them.'Let me see your potion.' He took a look at the purple liquid and didn't say anything. Ron looked at Harry kinda scared. Harry didn't say anything and crossed his legs when he felt a wave of desperation hit him. Not now please...Not when Snape's standing right in front of me...'I must say this looks pretty good.' Snape said then, surprised by it. Ron smiled and looked at Harry who forced a smile just to please Ron. In fact he didn't feel like smiling at all, his bladder was filling pretty fast and he really began to worry.'Well done, boys.' He said before walking to the next table.Ron looked at Harry with big eyes.'Wow. Is he sick or something? How can he suddenly be this nice?''Maybe he's in a good mood.' Neville, who sat behind them joined the conversation.'Looks like it.' Ron said turning around at him.He was clearly happy. Harry wished he could be but his bladder was making it very hard for him. Ron kept talking to Neville and when he noticed that Harry wasn't participating he looked at him.'What's wrong, Harry. Why are you so quiet?'Harry looked down and tried his best not to squirm.'Nothing....''Maybe Malfoy made you sick as well.' Ron said then. 'You shouldn't kiss him anymore for now...' He started laughing at his own joke and Harry didn't think it was funny at all but he forced a smile.'Just kidding, Harry. Anyways, what's wrong?'Harry couldn't help it and moved his legs nervously.'I need to use the bathroom...' He whispered, embarrassed to admit it.Ron looked at him.'It's only five more minutes before class is over so....'Harry looked down.'I wish.''Huh?' Ron didn't get it.'Snape gave me detention.' Harry answered sad.'Why? You didn't do anything wrong, did you?'Harry didn't want to tell about Malfoy who was crying in Snape's office so he had to find out something else...'I eh..forgot to make my homework.' He answered.'What homework? I didn't even know we had homework.' Ron answered giving him a confused look.Oh no...'No but eh...he gave me some extra work...since I'm not that good at potions...' Harry lied. He felt himself getting more and more nervous. He didn't like lying.'Ohhh now I get it.' Ron answered, totally not aware that Harry wasn't telling him the truth.Harry did his best to smile at him.
After five minutes all of the students got out of the classroom as fast as possible.'Good luck with your detention.' Ron said to Harry before he left.Harry looked at him.'Thank you.'It didn't take long before the classroom was completely empty. Except for Harry and Snape who had now closed the door and walked up to Harry. He sat down right in front of Potter's desk.'So...lets see what we can do for you...sadly the classroom has already been cleaned by house elves this morning so can't let you do that....' Snape looked around.Harry closed his eyes and tried to not think about how bad he needed to pee, by now but he just couldn't ignore it. There was so much pressure on his bladder, he really didn't know what to do...Snape suddenly looked at him.'Open your eyes! What do you think you are doing? Sleeping during detention? Just as arrogant as your father!' Snape yelled while he got up.Harry felt himself getting angry.He couldn't help it.'My father wasn't arrogant. Neither am I.' He answered calm.Snape raised his eyebrows.'Well well well. Not shy either, aren't we Potter?'Harry didn't say anything. He felt how he started peeing a little. Oh no please...'Maybe you can...'Harry knew he was about to have an accident if he didn't hurry now.He crossed his legs tightly and squirmed nervously in his seat.'Eh sir...''Don't interrupt me, Potter!' His teacher yelled.'But sir...I need to...'
Just at that moment someone knocked on the door.Snape gave Harry an angry look and then looked at the door and said: 'Come in.'The door opened and Harry turned around to see who it was. A tall man with long white hair came in.'Lucius.' Snape said then while getting up. 'Good to see you. Didn't expect you this early.'Lucius just smiled at him. Then he looked at Harry. He looked at him like he was something really disgusting. It only made Harry more mad. Not to talk about how bad he needed to pee. It really hurt.'So...you're not alone I see. Mr. Potter is your company for this evening?'Harry tried his best to sit still, which was really difficult since his bladder was about to explode.'Actually Mr. Potter had detention.' Snape said then.'Ohh. How sad.' Lucius said sarcastically while giving Harry another look of disgust.'He definitely needs to be punished for what he did to my son.' He continued. 'But maybe not now, Severus? You know, I have a lot to tell you.'
Snape looked at Lucius, then at Harry.'Right. Potter, it's good for now. You can leave since I have other things to do right now. More important things...but eh don't forget: you will get your punishment...later.'Harry didn't believe it. They just let him go?Thank God! Even though he was mad for what Lucius just said but he was just happy that he could leave. 'Come on, get out!' Lucius said then when Harry didn't get up immediately.'Yes...eh sorry...' Harry got up and hurried out of the classroom. He had to run to the bathroom cause he seriously was about to wet himself. Luckily he got there in time and got into the closest stall to relieve himself.It felt so good....Harry washed his hands afterwards and looked in the mirror. He felt good that he could leave but at the same time he was very worried about Draco. Maybe he could go to his room now Snape was busy with Draco's father?....
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{13} Finally breaking
Draco was walking down the hallway of the second floor when he suddenly heard noises coming out of Snape's office.What was that?It wasn't just talking, it more sounded like moaning....'Ohhh....''Ahhh no no Severus....''Just stay here okay. Don't move...''Ahhh....stop...'Draco got closer to the door and then realized he definitely knew both of the voices. One was clearly Snape and the other sounded like...Draco couldn't help his curiousness and looked through the keyhole of Snape's office.What he then saw made him literally nauseous. It was his father. With Snape. And they were laying on Snape's desk.... This was probably the grossest thing he had ever seen! How in the world...Draco just looked at it for a while with big eyes, even though he was grossed out by it he couldn't stop looking. He was concentrated on watching and he suddenly felt a tickle in his nose and he wished he didn't but he then sneezed pretty loud. Shit they obviously heard it and now he needed to get away before they found out he had been looking.
Somehow he wasn't quick enough and he heard them talking again.'No Severus I'm leaving now!'The door of the office opened and Mr. Malfoy came out of it. His hair kinda messy. He quickly fixed his tie and looked at his son very surprised. Had he seen what happened? No, probably not. He didn't have to worry about it. Only about getting to the closest bathroom...'Father?' Said Draco then, surprised and annoyed at the same time.'Draco. I think professor Snape just wants to talk to you. I have some more important things to do so I should go now.' Lucius said before walking away.'Fine.' Draco answered annoyed and just at that moment Snape walked up to him.'Mr. Malfoy. You're just on time. I just talked about you with your father about...''About what?' Draco interrupted him.'Sure you two weren't just talking. I could hear the moaning from the end of the hallway. Did you two have fun?' He added sarcastically.Snape just looked at him and didn't say anything. He clearly wasn't expecting this.'What are you talking about, Draco! Me and your father were just talking about you. We were worried about you.'Draco started laughing.'Sure. Of course no one's worried about me. I wish you got to know my real father.' He said before turning around.Snape didn't get it.'What are you talking about?'The blonde boy turned back at Snape. With tears in his eyes.'You don't even know him. You just don't understand.''I don't know what you're talking about Draco...''Stop being so stupid and leave me alone!' Malfoy yelled then.Snape grabbed him.'Listen Mr. Malfoy! I know you're going through a difficult period but that doesn't mean you have to talk to me like this. I would like to talk to you about what is going on between you and your father but only if you are polite.'Draco gave him a furious look.'You don't know anything. And I'm not going to tell you either. Why would you even care that my father hits me?'He wanted to walk away again, cause he realized he actually told Snape something that he didn't want him to know.'Wait...he hits you...'Snape was seriously not expecting this. He saw the blonde boy walking away and ran after him.'Draco wait! You need to tell me. I'll try to help.'The blonde boy now turned around for the last time and yelled: 'Don't waste your time on helping me, just enjoy fucking my father some more!'He now ran down the hallway and then down the stairs very quickly. He had started crying and Snape just stood there not knowing what to do.He had really seen them....And was it true about Lucius? He just couldn't imagine him doing that he always seemed so nice and caring for his son...
Draco ran down the hallway, crying. He shouldn't have told Snape! He was just done with everything at the moment. He felt horrible and he hated his life. He started crying even harder and just ran outside even though it was cold, he didn't care. He wanted to be alone. Draco kept running until he kinda got out of breath. He stopped and just kept on walking. He didn't even care where he was going. Just somewhere were no one could find him. The only thing he could think of was the Forbidden Forest. He knew he wasn't allowed to go there but honestly everything already went wrong so it couldn't get worse right?Everyone was so scared of that forest but probably it was just a normal forest, nothing wrong with it. He wasn't stupid! And he wasn't scared either.Now more mad than sad he started walking to the forest.At least they would leave him alone there...That's what he thought...
Draco had been walking around in the forest for a while and he managed to calm down. He was actually really getting cold now and he wanted to go back. The only problem was that it had gotten really dark and he couldn't really remember the way out....Everything looked the same and it seemed like he was only going further into the forest...Draco had no idea for how long he had been walking but it was late and even though he didn't want to admit it he was cold. And tired. And worst of all: he needed to pee.Just not now, okay!The pressure in his bladder caused him to get irritated again.He just had to ignore it. It couldn't be that hard to find the way back...Draco got out his wand and lit it, at least now he could see where he was walking. He tried to comfort himself by thinking he knew the way back. But actually he had no idea in which direction he was walking...Snape finally found Lucius in the hallway and walked up to him.'Lucius, we need to talk.''Again? Didn't I tell you I have other things to do?'Snape gave him an annoyed look.'Like what? You don't have a wife anymore so why would you have to go home early?'Lucius just looked at him and didn't say anything.'Fine. What do you wanted to talk about?''Draco.' Snape answered shortly.'About this evening? Don't worry about it, Severus. He can't have seen what happened. Besides, where is he even?''That's why I came.' Snape answered annoyed.'He was all upset when I talked to him and he ran away. I don't know where he is but I'm concerned he could do stupid things...'Lucius gave him a confused look, annoyed at the same time. Severus was just exaggerating.'What are you talking about? It's not the first time he runs away. Think that's his way of dealing with not wanting to hear the truth.' Lucius answered calm.Snape didn't want to believe him.'I don't know, Lucius.'Mr. Malfoy looked Snape in the eyes and smiled. He knew he could win Snape like this.'Believe me, Severus. I know him well enough. He'll just be out for a walk but he'll come back soon. I promise.'Snape sighed and looked at him.'If you say so...'
Draco was slowly starting to panic.He now realized he really didn't know the way back and he was just walking around in circles, which was pretty ridiculous.He was getting mad at himself for going into the forest. Anyways, he had got in there himself so he also had to get out himself.The pressure in his bladder was getting worse. Oh god he really had to go...Draco squirmed a little trying to relieve some of the pressure but it didn't really work. The cold wasn't making him feel better.Suddenly he thought about Harry. He hadn't seen him anymore since the incident in Snape's office. Maybe Harry didn't want to talk to him? He had reacted mad again even though he didn't want to. Somehow he was really bad at expressing his feelings. He found it hard to open up to someone.Thinking about him made him miss Harry and it only made him more sad.Draco was getting really tired from walking around all the time and he decided just to sit down against a tree. He did and the ground was cold which caused his bladder to cramp a bit. Draco bit his lip and squeezed his legs together. He had to go... He looked down at his shoes. He was still holding his wand, it was the only light he had. Maybe he had to pee behind a tree. He probably was all alone there... He didn't really feel like doing it though. Somehow he thought it was gross. His father never let him pee outside even when he was a kid. Draco had gotten used to it so it felt kinda weird to just go now. But had to go really bad...How long would it take till he found the way back?Thinking about it made him very nervous...
Snape was still sitting in his office. It was now past midnight and he usually went to bed earlier but he couldn't stop thinking about Draco Malfoy. Somehow he felt bad for the boy. He had tried to talk to him but it clearly hadn't been successful. What worried him the most was the way Lucius reacted. He didn't think it was such a big deal that Draco ran away. He said it used to happen quite often and he totally didn't worry about it. But what if this time it wasn't like the others and Draco was going to do stupid things? Snape couldn't stop thinking about it. He sighed and got up. He was gonna go and visit Filch, he had the Marauders Map. That would probably help him to get an idea of where Draco hung out...
The blonde boy somehow managed to fall asleep, sitting on the cold ground all alone in the Forbidden Forest full of dangerous creatures he didn't know about...He suddenly woke up when he heard a noise. Draco opened his eyes and it took a while before they adjusted to the dark. He then realized he still was holding his wand and said: 'Lumos!' which caused the wand to light up.Draco looked around panicky, but everything still looked the same. He was still alone. At least that's what it looked like...The pressure in his bladder became almost unbearable right now. He had to go so bad, he wanted to get up but he didn't know how. It felt like if he would move he would start peeing.Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He managed to get up but his caused his bladder to cramp badly and he crossed his legs really tight. Ohh he couldn't hold it...
He felt miserable again. He wished he never got into this stupid forest! He clearly didn't know the way out and he honesty didn't know what to do anymore.His painfully full bladder only made everything worse.Another wave of desperation hit him. Draco couldn't take it anymore. He was going to pee behind a tree. He didn't have any other choice. It was that or wetting himself... Even though he felt horrible he was still too proud to just give in.With small steps Draco walked a little further to a big tree. He was now shaking and he turned around at least three times to make sure no one was watching him.'Come on, Draco. You can do this.' He whispered to himself.He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He suddenly heard a noise. It sounded like footsteps... It couldn't be...Right?Scared Draco turned around but no one was there.He sighed. He was glad he was alone here, if any of the students would see him like this they'd probably make fun of him for being so scared.He laughed at himself and turned back around, focusing on his business.He had to pee so badly but now he was standing there, ready to let go he just couldn't. It didn't feel right. He shouldn't be doing this...If his father heard about this!'Just don't think about that okay! Just go now.' Draco tried to tell himself. He tried to relax and he managed to start peeing, only a small flow. He was just way too nervous. When he finally started peeing more forcefully he heard a noise again. Louder this time. It were clearly footsteps. Draco froze. He quickly zipped up his trousers again and turned around. There was a dog standing right in front of him. A big black dog, with yellow eyes staring at him.Draco wanted to run away but he couldn't. He felt some warm pee run down his left leg and got so mad at himself. He blinked and suddenly the dog was gone. Right in front of him stood now a person. A man... |
{14} Kidnapped
'Argus!' Snape said when he got into Filch' office. 'I was looking for the Marauders Map...sure you have it with you?'Filch who sat in a big chair with his cat Mrs. Norris looked at him.'I'm afraid I don't, professor. It has been stolen a while ago. I told professor Dumbledore about this and he promised me he would let me know everything when it comes to finding it back.'Snape looked at him with big eyes.'Stolen? By a student?''Probably not. There's a spell cast that you need to use to enter my office and I don't think a student would be able to perform it...We were thinking someone out the castle...'Snape nodded his head.'Fine. I'll have to do it without it then...' He wanted to turn around and walk away but Filch called him back.'Professor?''Yes?''Not to be curious, but why do you need the map? Maybe I can help you out?'Snape nodded his head again.'Nothing special. Don't worry about it. Thanks anyway.'He turned around and wanted to walk away again but Filch started talking.'Good night, professor.''Good night, Mr. Filch.'Snape closed the door of Filch' office behind him and sighed.How in the world was he going to find Draco without the map?He knew he didn't have any other choice. Snape went back to his office and grabbed his coat and his wand.
Draco just stood there. He didn't dare to move. His bladder was throbbing and it was so hard to hold it right now but he had to.The man had his wand out and was still staring at him.Draco was holding his wand as well. Underneath his robes. He grabbed it tightly but his hands were all sweaty.The man now walked up to him.'Draco Malfoy...I've been looking everywhere for you...'He grinned. His yellow teeth were now very visible. His hair looked very messy, like it hadn't been combed for days. He was wearing a brown suit, it looked pretty dirty as well.Draco was shaking. He had to calm down! He looked ridiculous like this. He wished no one would see him like this.'What...what do you want from me?' He asked with a shaky voice, grabbing his wand even tighter. He could feel the pressure in his bladder building up even more and he had to do his best to stand still.'Nothin...I only want you...' The man answered calm.'What do you mean? Leave me alone!' Draco yelled.'Shhh. Draco. Don't be so mad. I just need you to come with me for a while. I'm sure you'll be good....'Draco looked at him confused.'Good at what?''Don't rush it, Draco. You'll see. Just come with me now.'
Draco nodded his head. He couldn't help it but squirmed. He had to pee so bad! His bladder was about to explode.'No...' He answered, almost crying.'I wanted to be nice with you, Draco. But if you're gonna be difficult you'll have to deal with this...''What do you mean? I....''Grab him!'Suddenly it all went so fast. Draco felt someone grab him from behind and screamed. He tried to get away but the grip was way too tight. The person took him to an old car, even further in the forest. 'Sit down!' The other man yelled.When the tall man got into the car and locked the doors the other one disappeared. Draco didn't see which direction he went in. He nervously tried to open the door even though he knew it was locked. He started banging on the door. 'Let me out!' Draco yelled in panic.The man in the driver seat turned around at Draco.'Calm down! I won't do anything harmful just do what I say and everything will be fine.''But what are you gonna do to me?' Draco totally ignored him.'It will become clear soon, Draco. Patience.'
Draco didn't say anything anymore and just looked out of the window feeling the horrible pressure in his bladder. He really couldn't hold it anymore...He decided to not say anything about that because he would only embarrass himself even more.Suddenly the man pushed a button and slowly the car started moving.Draco then realized this wasn't a Muggle car like the one Harry had talked about but a normal wizard car. Which meant it was a flying one.It didn't take long before the car was flying high and they were flying above the forest.'Where are we going?' Draco asked nervous while he squirmed in his seat.'You'll see.'Why did he have to be so mysterious? Jeez!Draco just looked at him and then realized he didn't even know who he was.'By the way, who are you even?' He asked then, pretty annoyed and not very polite.'Oh sorry. I'm Sirius. Sirius Black.'....
Professor Snape was walking around the Quidditch field when he realized Draco wasn't there either. He became even more worried and decided to go to the Forbidden Forest, since that was the only place where he hadn't searched yet.He hoped Draco wasn't there, since students were not allowed there. Even if he was and he wasn't harmed, he would get a sanction for this....
The ride with the flying car seemed to take ages and Draco's bladder really couldn't take it anymore. He had to go so badly it really was hurting him.He couldn't stop squirming in his seat.'Are we almost there?' He asked then.'Not yet. No hurry...'Draco sighed and closed his eyes.'How much longer?''I don't know...half an hour maybe...'Draco moaned.'What's wrong with you? You don't have a fear of heights do you?' Sirius said laughing.Draco gave him an annoyed look.'No I don't. I need to use the bathroom.' He admitted kinda embarrassed.He was wiggling in his seat and had a desperate look on his face.'Right. You know I don't believe that right? I thought you had some more inspiration...'Draco felt himself getting mad.'Don't act like that. I seriously need to go. Badly.' He answered annoyed.Sirius sighed.'Will you stop talking about this now? I need to focus on the road!'Draco gave him a confused look.'Focus on the road? We're flying in god damn car! How in the world would you need to focus on the road?!'Sirius started laughing.'You don't have much sense of humour, do you?'
Draco didn't think it was funny at all. He was squeezing his thighs together to prevent himself from peeing when another wave of desperation hit him.He really couldn't hold it anymore.'I'm serious!' Draco said then.'I'm Sirius!' Black answered.He found himself clearly very funny. Draco got very irritated. He felt his bladder cramp and afterwards a warm stream of pee ran down his leg.'No no no....' Draco whispered.'What's wrong, Malfoy?''Nothing...' Draco answered annoyed while he looked down at his grey pants.He was peeing... He couldn't hold it any longer. The pee started running down his legs, making a puddle on the floor. Draco tried his best to stop it but he just couldn't. He was now peeing forcefully and he couldn't do anything about it. He desperately hoped Sirius wouldn't notice the hissing sound, which only made it worse. The warm pee drenched his grey trousers and his robe. Draco was shaking and he felt a tear run down his cheek. Don't cry! He felt so stupid!He didn't care anymore and closed his eyes while he finished peeing in his pants. His bladder was sore from holding it so long and he felt gross with his with pee drenched clothes.He first panicked cause he just had wet himself in Sirius' car when he suddenly realized he had his wand with him and could use a cleaning spell so maybe Sirius wouldn't notice about his accident...Draco reached inside his robe and panicked instantly.His wand was gone...Professor Snape was now walking in the Forbidden Forest, using his wand for light. He got more worried every second and was really started to get mad at Lucius. Also at himself. He felt like he caused Draco to get this upset...Snape suddenly almost fell when he slipped on something laying on the ground.Stupid twig!When Snape bended over and looked down he noticed it wasn't a twig but a wand.Draco's wand.... |
{15} Lost
Draco was now sitting on a chair, his hands tied behind his back and bound to the chair as well so he couldn't move.
He didn't know for how long he had been sitting there but he was uncomfortable for sure. It was all cold and dusty in the dark room which was probably a cellar. He hadn't seen Sirius anymore. Only the other man, he didn't know who he was but Sirius had been yelling at him and called him 'Wormtail'. Whatever it meant.
Draco was tired but he just couldn't fall asleep. He was cold and he felt dirty wearing his grey pants where he peed in earlier. They were all dry now but he still thought it was gross. The worst part was that he needed to use the bathroom again. Why now? It always seemed like he had to go at really unusual moments. It was weird since he hadn't drank anything for the whole evening.He just had to hold it, okay? He wasn't wetting himself again.Even though he already had to go pretty bad...
Draco suddenly panicked when he noticed the fullness of his -still sore from having to hold it so long earlier- bladder. He nervously squirmed on the wooden chair, trying to relieve some of the pressure he was feeling.
He closed his eyes and sighed. He had to stay calm. Panicking wasn't going to help. It would only make him have to go worse. That's how he tried to calm himself down.He could ask Sirius to use the bathroom when he came back. Even though he was extremely embarrassed to admit his desperate need...
Snape walked back to the castle with big steps, holding his wand and Draco's that he found in the Forbidden Forest. Now he knew where he had been. But where was he now? Something must have happened...Severus only got more worried and when he got back inside and went to his office he decided that he had to find Lucius. He needed to know about this...
Draco tried to untie his hands but it didn't work. The rope was way too tied and cutting into his flesh as he tried to pull at it.
He started getting annoyed and he honestly didn't really care about the pain anymore. He just wanted to get out. He didn't know for how long he had already been sitting there but it seemed like ages.
He took a deep breath and then pulled really hard, hoping the rope would break but sadly nothing happened.
'Oh come on!' Draco yelled, his usually pale face turning red from anger.
He decided to stop since he knew it wouldn't work.
Now he was sitting still and all his attention went back to his bladder- which was filling up very quickly...He was getting more and more nervous while the pressure in his bladder was building up. Oh god he had to go...Draco closed his eyes and sighed. His bladder was still weak from holding it this long earlier and he knew he wouldn't be able to wait that long again...Draco squirmed in his seat trying to relieve some of the pressure. He couldn't help it, when another wave of desperation hit him he started peeing a little. No just no.... The feeling of the warm pee that was running down his leg just was too much for him to handle now. The embarrassment, even though he hadn't completely lost control he felt extremely humiliated. He knew he couldn't hold on forever but he forced himself to go over his limit. He wasn't going to be a loser!
Draco squeezed his thighs together as he felt some more pee escaping and he looked down at his grey trousers as he tried to stop himself.
Tears were now running down the blonde boy's face. He was wetting himself and crying, how ridiculous! If his father knew about this he would probably hit him even harder then usually.Thinking about this made Draco even more sad. He just felt miserable. He had to get away here...
Suddenly he heard a noise. Footsteps were coming closer and suddenly the lock turned around.The door opened and Sirius came in. Draco panicked and instead of completely letting go of his bladder his muscles clenched together and he stopped peeing. He quickly looked at his pants again and to his relief there was no wet spot visible. Maybe he couldn't see it clear, since it was pretty dark in the cellar.
When Sirius entered, Draco just looked up but didn't say anything.'Draco...' Sirius said while walking up to him.'We need to talk.' He continued while he took another chair and sat next to him.Draco just looked down at his shoes and kept silent.'You need to help me Draco...' Sirius said then.Malfoy looked at him, with tears in his eyes.'How did you even find me?' He said, his voice sounded scared and insecure.Sirius laughed and got something out of his pocket.'This...'He opened an old folded map.'The Marauders Map...' Draco whispered, totally surprised.'How...how did you get this?''It doesn't matter Draco. I hope Filch doesn't miss it too much. Anyway, what I wanted to talk about. You need to help us, Draco.'
Draco didn't get it.'Help you? With what? And who's "us"?' He said, starting to get annoyed. His bladder was sending him signals again. Not now please!Draco squirmed and tried his best to hold it. Even though his bladder was hurting now, he didn't want to pay attention to it. He felt like what Sirius was talking about now was way more important than his always annoying bladder. Sirius looked at him kinda confused but didn't say anything about it.'Oh Draco. Me of course. And Wormtail. And not to forget.... The Dark Lord...'Draco looked at him with big eyes.'The Dark Lord?....You want me to help you and...Voldemort?....'Sirius smiled.'You're such a smart boy, Draco. I knew you'd be good for this.'It was silent for a while.'What...what do you want me to...actually do?' Draco asked then, scared.Sirius looked at him, it more looked like starring and Draco shivered.'Kill Harry Potter.....'Draco felt himself getting dizzy and nauseous at the same time. He almost forgot how bad he needed to pee.'What? I'm not going to...are you being serious?''Of course. I am Sirius. Sirius Black.' The man laughed.Draco nodded his head. This must be a joke right?'It's not as bad as it sounds like Draco.' Sirius continued then.'You don't have to kill Potter yourself. That's the Dark Lord's task. All you need to do is bring Potter to the castle. With me and Wormtail's help....'
Draco didn't say anything. He felt bad and he probably looked even more pale than he usually did.'Just think about it, okay?' Sirius said then to break the silence.Draco just didn't feel good. His bladder was throbbing and he was getting seriously nauseous.'Sir....can I eh...go to the bathroom...' He said then. 'I'm feeling kinda sick....'He wasn't lying.Sirius looked at him.'Fine. But you're not trying to get away okay?''No...I just need to use the bathroom...' Draco now almost begged.'Okay... I'll get Wormtail, I'll be right back.'
'Lucius?'Snape knocked on the door of Lucius' room and got in without waiting for an answer.The room was all dark and he noticed Lucius already laying in bed. It was probably in the middle of the night by now, but Snape didn't really care.'Lucius!' He yelled.Malfoy's father turned on the light by his bed and got up.'Severus? What the hell are you doing here? I'm trying to sleep!' He said annoyed.'I don't care.' Snape answered calm.'It's about Draco. Something has happened to him. I found his wand in the Forbidden Forest....' |
{16} Escaping
Draco waited and waited but Sirius didn't come back, neither did Wormtail.
He didn't know how much time had passed but his bladder was about to explode right now. He wasn't feeling that nauseous anymore but he still felt bad. They wanted him to help to kill Harry...
He just couldn't think about it. He didn't know what to do. He knew Sirius would get very mad if he didn't do it....He told him to think about it... What did he mean by that? What would happen if he said no?
Draco just didn't know it anymore. He was so tired but he couldn't fall asleep, the pressure in his bladder was way too bad. It really was hurting him now. He couldn't hold it anymore....Draco squirmed but it didn't help, his bladder was throbbing and he felt some warm pee drip in his underwear. Oh no... He was going to have an accident... Not again!
He panicked as he felt his boxers getting damp. 'Ohhh...' He couldn't help it and moaned.
In a wave of panic he pulled hard at the rope that held his hands together but again it didn't move. He wanted to be able to use his hands. Only to hold himself... So he could make it...
Draco was getting mad. Why didn't Sirius come back? He told him he would...The blonde boy felt worse than ever and he just wanted to cry. And pee. He just wanted to pee. He had to go so so bad.He tried and crossed his legs, maybe that would help a little...Five more minutes passed. Draco's bladder was literally bursting. Holding it caused him so much pain, he just couldn't take it anymore. Just when he wanted to let go, to be finally relieved, the door opened.
Sirius came in.'Draco...sorry it took so long. Me and Wormtail...had an argument...anyways that's none of your business. You still feeling sick?'Draco nodded his head.'I still need to use the bathroom. Badly. I thought you'd come back earlier.'Sirius ignored Draco's comment and just looked at him.'You're all dirty. You should take a shower...'Draco gave him an annoyed look.'I'd love to. Sadly I can't.''Who says you can't? I'll let you if you come with me.'Draco just looked at him.Sirius walked up to him and started to untie Draco's hands.
Draco felt excitement go through his body as he did, the fact that he was already one step closer to a bathroom made his heart beat faster, and made his bladder cramp even worse.
He had to squeeze his legs together to prevent himself from having an accident.
'Listen to me, Draco. I do this once. If you don't behave it will be the first and last time. Understand?'Draco just nodded his head. He just wanted Sirius to hurry now!'Fine.'When Draco was fully untied from the chair Sirius walked to the door. 'Are you going to get up or what?'Draco gave him a desperate look. He knew his bladder wouldn't take it when he got up. Oh come on! He had to try. Draco took a deep breath and got up. His bladder cramped badly and he peed a little but he managed to hold it. Thank god.
He could finally go to the bathroom...and take a shower. It would feel good cause he really felt gross wearing his pants where he pissed in earlier.
'Follow me.' Sirius said when he opened the door.Draco didn't say anything and followed Sirius with small steps. He couldn't walk faster cause he knew his bladder would totally lose it then. It was hurting so bad, Draco had to try hard not to cry.Then they finally arrived at a door.Sirius looked at him.'You have twenty minutes okay? I'll come back and unlock the door then.'
Draco was shaking and he wasn't really listening but he just nodded his head which made it look like he was. He really was about to pee his pants right now....The pee was gonna flow... He could feel he was at his total limit now and he panicked.Come on, Draco. Hold on! He tried to tell himself. It won't take long anymore now...'Good.Go.' Sirius commanded him.Draco got into the bathroom and before he could even look around Sirius locked the door behind him.'Remember to hurry!' He said before walking away.
Draco didn't answer and turned around.The bathroom looked very dirty and old, damaged as well. There was a sink and a mirror against the wall, a shower with an old shower curtain and a window. An old chair.Draco panicked when he realized there was no toilet in the room. Come on....Was Sirius being serious?!Draco bit his lip and squirmed. He had to keep holding it then...even though it was killing him. Wasn't it dangerous to hold your pee for so long? He didn't want to think about it and started to undress. He did it slowly because he felt exhausted, like he had to use all the energy he had left just to hold in his pee.
After he took of his shoes and his robe he unbuttoned his grey trousers and took them off as well. He squeezed his thighs together when another -very horrible- wave of desperation hit him. Oh god... He couldn't remember when he ever had to pee this bad.
Draco now took off his shirt and lastly his boxers. He was cold and shaking. The last thing probably because he was so desperate.The blonde boy slowly got in the shower and closed the curtain behind him.
He tried to relax but he couldn't since he knew the running water would cause his bladder to completely let go.He took a deep breath and turned on the water. It was cold and Draco shivered.
He tried his best to not listen to the sound of the running water but he just couldn't take it.
He didn't want it to happen but he couldn't hold it back. Even though he found it extremely gross to do right now, he grabbed himself down there - that was the last thing he could possible do to keep himself from peeing but it didn't help.
Draco squeezed his penis so hard it hurt him but he couldn't hold it back. The pee started running down his legs....it felt warm and Draco started shaking even more. Ohhhh. Letting go after so long felt so good!He closed his eyes again and just let go. He knew he couldn't do anything else, it was too late to try and stop himself. Even if he would, it wouldn't work because his bladder was so sore.
He had to go so badly. It felt like he kept peeing forever. The warm pee ran down his legs, down the shower drain. When he finally was done Draco opened his eyes again and looked down.
He felt like he was about to cry. He just peed in the shower...he had never done that before.
He used to think it was very gross, he still did but it really was an accident. He didn't mean to do it, it just happened. He couldn't keep holding it forever...
Draco quickly rinsed himself - especially his crotch area and legs, wet his hair when he suddenly realized he needed to use his time properly.
He could get away...
Draco turned off the water and got out of the shower. He was all wet and even more cold but at least his bladder was empty. He could think clearer now. He grabbed a towel that was laying by the sink. Malfoy did his best to not think about who had used this towel before because it would make him nauseous again.When he was all dry he quickly put on his clothes again and looked around. The window. It was pretty high and he wasn't that tall but there was an old chair...
Draco didn't know if it was a good idea to stand on the chair since it looked like it was about to break. He decided that this was the only way to possibly get out. He just had to do it. Before he did, Draco looked at the door again. How long till Sirius came back? Ten minutes? Or less? He didn't know. He had to hurry and it made him nervous.
He got his wet hair out of his face and walked to the chair, picked in up and placed it right under the window. He looked up at the window and realized it was pretty small as well...He was skinny enough though...Just do it okay?He had to do his best to not think about anything and just focus on escaping. Maybe this was his only chance....Draco stood on the chair, it was all wonky and he didn't know for how long he could do this. Just calm down okay!He reached to the window and tried to open it, but the handle didn't move. It was stuck. Seriously? Of course it was! This would be way too easy! Draco tried again but the handle still didn't move.He sighed. How he wished he had his wand with him now. He wondered where it was. He had probably lost it in the Forbidden Forest when Wormtail grabbed him.Draco felt weak without his wand, only now he realized how much it meant to him.He looked at the window again. Then at the door. Did he heard footsteps? He had to hurry!
Suddenly he looked down at his shoes. His shoe...he got off the chair and untied his shoe and took it off. Draco got on the chair again and it now was even more wonky than before, ready to break. He held his shoe and bashed it hard into the window.
Again.
The window broke.
Glass fell everywhere and a piece of glass cut his hand which caused it to bleed but Draco ignored it.He put on his shoe again and stood on the chair for the last time looking at the window when he suddenly did heard voices.
'Don't worry, Wormtail. I'll get him this far. When he comes back I'll give him a glass of water and I'll put a sleeping pill in it. He won't be able to remember what happened and we will be able to brainwash him!' They both started laughing. Draco shivered. He had to get away. Now!And he didn't have much time.
Standing on the wonky chair, Draco grabbed the window tablet and jumped. This caused the chair to fall and make a lot of noise. Shit...Draco panicked and tried to get on the window tablet but he was weak and tired. This wasn't working.... Come on!He could hear the voices getting closer and he got even more nervous, causing his hands to sweat. Come on, Draco hurry!With all the force he had left he managed to get on the window tablet and he wanted to get out of the window when he suddenly realized it was pretty high...He was not on the ground floor but probably the second floor of the house.
He could hear them talking clearly and he knew he had to hurry before it was too late.
Draco looked down. He was scared. Should he do it?... It was his only chance...'Of course, Wormtail. Trust me.'Sirius was now standing right behind the door.
Draco knew he didn't have any other choice. He looked down once again and then let go of the window and jumped...
... |
{17} Fix me when I'm broken
Right after Snape had left Lucius got dressed and left his room. He needed to go and look for Draco. He realized he made a huge mistake...
What if something really bad had happened to him? He already lost his wife, he didn't want to lose his son as well....Draco was laying on the grass right beneath the window he just had jumped out. He landed badly and he hurt his foot. He didn't even know if he could get up. He was in so much pain...But he had to hurry, he knew Sirius and Wormtail would come and look for him soon. If they opened the door and noticed that he was gone..
Draco started panicking.He started breathing faster and moaned when he tried to get up. His foot hurt so bad... It was probably broken. What if he couldn't stand on it? Oh no...Draco was about to cry. He felt so miserable. He was so tired and in pain he didn't know if he had any strength left to ran away. He had to. He got this far now he had to hold on. It wouldn't take long anymore...
Draco bit his lip and closed his eyes. When he tried getting up again he noticed the blood running down his arm... The glass had cut him even more. He looked at it with disgust but didn't do anything. He managed to get up and he felt extremely dizzy. He hadn't eaten anything since....he didn't even know. The last time he ate was during lunch at Hogwarts but he didn't know for how long he had been gone now.
Suddenly he was thinking about Harry."Kill Harry Potter...."No...Tears ran down Draco's face and he suddenly heard voices.
'Where the hell is he, Wormtail?''Look...look at the window sir...''For Merlin's sake!'Shit...
Draco didn't have any time left now. He had to run. The adrenaline was taking over and he totally ignored the pain in his foot.Draco ran as fast as he could, he didn't even know where he was going. Without looking behind he ran and ran till he got out of breath.Draco slowed down but tried to keep going.He then looked behind but he couldn't see anything. He was all alone. On a road...close to a forest that probably wasn't the Forbidden Forest at all. Where did he have to go?
Draco felt a wave of panic and he started getting nauseous from the throbbing pain in his foot.Come on! He had to keep going!With all the power he had left Draco kept going, he walked into the forest just so he could make sure Sirius and Wormtail wouldn't find him but he knew he was making it even more difficult for himself. He had no idea where he was. He just felt horrible and he couldn't hold on anymore.
After five more very long minutes Draco gave up and sat down on the cold ground of the forest. He just couldn't do it anymore. His foot was hurting so badly. Draco took off his shoe and freaked out when he looked at his swollen foot.He probably wouldn't be able to put his shoe back on like this... It was so cold outside as well...Draco shivered and leaned against the tree. The cut from the glass in his arm was still bleeding and he tried to stop it by pressing his sock against it. How horrible. If his father saw him like this....
Suddenly he started thinking about his mom. It had been a long time but he now really missed her. She always used to be so caring. Making sure he was okay...She put him in bed every evening, kissing him on his forehead and telling him goodnight. Draco started crying again and closed his eyes.He just couldn't take it anymore. It didn't take long before he fell asleep and he started dreaming about his mom and Harry...and Voldemort...Lucius Malfoy was walking through the Forbidden Forest, looking for his son and got more worried every minute. He was holding his own wand and Draco's that Snape gave him. Desperately he looked at his son's wand.'Please Draco...please be okay...'After two long hours of walking, Lucius suddenly arrived at a road. It was all empty, there were no cars, no people. He was seriously getting more worried, cause he still hadn't found a sign of Draco. He began to think very bad things...
He felt bad himself as well. He shouldn't have been so hard on Draco. That poor boy....Lucius had to do his best not to cry. He suddenly saw a forest and walked in there. He almost had lost all hope when he then saw someone laying on the ground. Someone was hurt?Lucius walked closer and then realized who it was.'Draco....' He said with tears in his eyes.He looked at his son who was laying on the cold ground of the forest, curled up in a ball only wearing one shoe. A big cut in his arm.
'Oh my god... Draco!'Lucius kneeled and bended over to take a better look.Tears were running down his face. Draco was just laying there and didn't move at all.He wasn't....dead right?....Lucius felt horrible and grabbed Draco in panic and started shaking him.
'Draco....Draco!'When the boy didn't answer he got even more panicky and he started yelling.'Draco! Please Draco wake up!!'Just when he thought it was too late, the blonde boy slowly opened his eyes.'Draco...' Lucius yelled again.Draco looked at him.
It took him a while before he realized who it was. He first was scared cause he thought Sirius and Wormtail had found him. Then he remembered it was just a dream. He felt so weak. His body hurt everywhere.'Father....' Draco whispered.'Draco. Oh Draco.' His father started crying and helped Draco to sit against the tree.'Draco I thought you died... Are you okay? Are you hurt?'
Draco just looked at him. It took him a while before he could actually speak. He was in shock. He had been laying there in the cold, and in pain for more than two hours.He felt an enormous pressure in his bladder. Oh...'Father...my foot....it hurts so bad...''Oh god, Draco. I'm so glad I found you!' His father grabbed him tightly and hugged him. He was still crying and tears were running on Draco's shoulder.
This felt so weird....His father was hugging him. He couldn't remember the last time he hugged him. The only thing he used to do was get mad at him and hit him...Draco couldn't help it and started crying as well.'I'm sorry father...I didn't mean to...''Don't be sorry Draco.'Lucius looked at him.'You're alive. That's the most important. Please don't be sorry. I should be sorry, Draco. For everything I've done....I treated you so bad...please forgive me...'Draco looked at his father.'I forgive you....can you help me please...it hurts so bad...and I need to pee....badly...'Lucius looked at him quickly.'Oh Draco. What happened to you? How did you get here?' He asked worried.Draco looked down.
'I was upset....I ran away and I got lost...in the Forbidden Forest...' He started crying again.Lucius put his hand on Draco's shoulder.'It's alright, Draco. You're safe now.' He said calming.Draco was shaking. His bladder started throbbing again.'My wand...' He said then.'I lost my wand and....'His father opened Draco's hand and put his hand in his.Draco felt him put something in his hand. Wood... He looked down and saw his wand.'How...''Professor Snape, Draco.' His father answered. 'He was worried about you and he started looking for you when he found this.'Draco closed his eyes.'It's alright, Draco.'
His bladder cramped badly.'Father... I need to pee....' Draco whined.'Oh Draco. Don't worry about it, okay?'Draco nodded his head, which made him dizzy again.'I can't hold it...' He said softly with a desperate look on his face.Just when he said that the warm pee started running down his legs. He didn't say anything but just looked down and felt the wetness spread in his pants and robes.His father looked at him.'Oh Draco....''Sorry father....' Draco cried.'It doesn't matter.' His father answered while touching his hand.'You're safe now Draco. I'm gonna take you back to Hogwarts. You need to go to the hospital wing.'Draco just nodded his head.'Okay...' |
(An addition to Livinginfinite's world DGSilver already wrote about, and hopefully Linkx will finish something related sometime as well. Check out Infi's stuff on the site and on Tumblr. Optimally more of these are forthcoming, but we'll see what my free time dictates.)
A Ghost, But Not Quite A Phantom PT 1
Taylor split her double sword into two weapons as she spun, narrowly avoiding the leaping pounce of a wolf the size of a bear. She felt a short spurt leak into her garments, and she could feel the guardian start to fill from repeated leaks. This was ridiculous! How could she be expected to hold through this?! These things were insane! Her thoughts were cut off by the deafening roar of an elephant sized bear, and she let out a whimper as she began to flood herself. Her soggy guardian was no match for the flood and her skintight black pants showed a barely noticeable expanding wet patch as she leaked through her diaper. She should be better than this! Still peeing, she launched herself towards the charging bear, leaping into the air and driving her twin blades into its eyes. The beast reared back, howling in pain, and she let go with one hand, a spell projector dropping from the metal ornamentation on her arm. She fired, and the bear fell backwards, writhing in intense pain. She ripped her swords free from its eyes, easily merging them back together and driving one end of the double sword through the incapacitated bear’s skull. She had to be quick. Pulling the sword out, she spun, barely getting it up in time to block the closing jaws of the massive wolf monster. Staring into its maw was terrifying, she had to admit, and she shamefully realized she had already dropped a mass of firm poo into her guardian as she narrowly avoided death by its jaws. Angrily, she spun the sword in a violent motion, the blades lashing out and ripping the monsters head apart. The two monsters dealt with, she turned around only to fall to her knees, trembling. Rising up out of the water nearby was a colossal kraken, larger than any ship she had ever seen. Her sword clattered to the ground, and she felt another wave of pee assault her overwhelmed padding, soaking her tight black suit even further. Even worse, she could feel warm mush exiting her at a rapid pace, overwhelming the phantom in the space of a few moments and forced to spread around in her tight black pants, spreading up her back and down her legs. It was soft and sticky, and she knew cleanup would be a bitch. Suddenly, everything faded.
Taylor opened her eyes, looking around the small, dark room. Taylor herself was a well muscled, lithe woman, with short red hair and brilliant blue eyes. She wore a tight fitting black leather suit, which at the moment was weighed down significantly by her own waste. Joining her in the room was a pair of redheads. One, wearing heavy armor with a massive hammer leaning against the wall next to wear she sat, had similar short red hair and piercing blue eyes. Unlike Taylor, she was a giant of a woman, though more in width than height. Standing at around six feet and in every aspect impressive, most of the woman was concealed beneath her heavy combat armor. Lastly, a technomancer stood facing her, a third woman with red hair and bright blue eyes, though this one’s hair was significantly longer. She wore tight white clothes, the symbol of an imperial technomancer inscribed on the breast of the uniform. She was curvy and attractive, fitting in between the lithe tone and hulking muscle of the other two.
“Over already?” Taylor asked jokingly, carefully standing and checking the extent of her accident. “Man that spell is brutal, Chrys. I do way worse in that than any of the other FRMTs.
“It is the final test, after all. It’s bound to be difficult.” Chrysalis, the technomancer, replied.
“She just wanted to get it over with quickly.” The third figure chimed in from the wall. “She’s about to make as bad a mess of her Sentinel as you did of your joke of a diaper.”
Taylor turned to look, and indeed, Chrysalis was squirming, the sagging front of her Sentinel training garment clearly visible through her tight white pants. “Go ahead and go before I get cleaned up then.” Taylor told her, moving over to the changing area to begin the arduous process of cleanup.
Chrysalis turned to leave, but suddenly a loud slam echoed through the room, followed by a shout of “Anybody home!?”. It seemed they had an interested buyer.
Unfortunately for Chrysalis, the loud noise was too much. With a whimper, the technomancer could do nothing as she released a noisy mess into her Sentinel. The ppblllrrtt was audible as she loudly voided herself, the back of her white pants expanding as she pressed the training underwear to its capacity. Even worse, she flooded the front of her white pants with pee, the overwhelmed diaper unable to keep her fearful reaction entirely contained. Chrysalis gingerly felt her bottom, grimacing as she felt the extent of the damage. “Anna, go deal with our visitor. I need to cleanup.”
“Of course. Give the oh-so continent FMRT rank 4 and 5 time to clean up. Right on it.” Anna replied. Despite her jab, the heavily armored woman rose, slinging her hammer over her shoulder, and left the room to deal with their visitor.
Both girls began to strip out of their messy garments, cleaning up. “So, getting any better?” Chrysalis asked.
“Not really.” Taylor replied, managing to keep any hint of disappointment out of her voice. “I can never make it past the big one. The spell is just too much.”
Chrysalis nodded. “Consider yourself lucky you could make it past the dragon to get rank five. That thing still gives me nightmares.”
“Well…I wouldn’t say my dreams are dragon free either. Thank god there’s no such thing.” Taylor replied. “Here, let me-“ the assassin reached over and helped Chrys with a particularly determined chunk of poo. Working together, the pair managed to get themselves cleaned up in time for Anna to return.
A short while later, Anna returned. “We’ve got three jobs. Two of them are Taylor’s style, one will need all three of us. And we got a message from Tribe Leader Ashaya. She needs more supplies, and is willing to pay well for them. It seems concealing her…feminine problems have required more garments than she expected.” Anna grinned at the last comment, tossing the short letter from Ashaya onto the table.
Chrysalis shot it a quick glance, then looked over the small magical tablet Anna handed her. A few moments later, she nodded. “Alright, this shouldn’t take more than a few days. Anna, you will deal with Windhowl, then Gravemounte. Anna and I will retrieve some vanguards for Ashaya. After that, we’ll meet up with the Promise of Storm and have Travis drop us off for the final job.”
The other two women nodded, and Chrysalis passed off the datapad to Taylor. Looking over it, the woman broke out into a grin. “So, some vengeance for those stupid FRMT’s, then an illicit liason? This will be fun. I even get to go protection-less for the second one.”
“Lucky.” Anna replied, a hint of jealousy in her voice.
“It’s not as if we can send the Titan wearer on a mission unprotected.” Taylor retorted, grinning.
“Shut up, you know it’s only because my releases are so large. I qualify for the same pretty little garment you wear otherwise. And…try not to wear nice pants when you go out for the second one.”
Both other women giggled slightly at her reaction, and Taylor nodded. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m getting into. Don’t be too jealous, you two.”
Chrysalis blushed slightly at that, but shook her head. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy charming the general plenty, but we don’t need to hear about it. Let’s all get ready to, shall we? Unless Anna needs a change first, of course.”
The large redhead shook her head, and with that the three dispersed to gather gear and then head out.
Taylor set off first. Dressed in the same tight black uniform and a fresh guardian, she fingered a small spell projector as she left the compound. Created by Chrysalis, it would allow her to appear as a guardswoman so as not to draw suspicion. It was an hour or so walk to the nearest rail station. Entering the women’s entrance, she sighed as she made her way over to a changing table. The journey to the center of the city would take hours, and women were required to wear significant protection for the journey. She could already feel a need nagging at her after the walk anyway. A friendly looking young woman with light brown hair approached, dressed in the uniform of the rail service. Her own diaper was slightly visible beneath her uniform.
“Where might you be headed today?” she asked in a cheerful voice.
“Center City, upper layer.” Taylor replied. The woman nodded, and retrieved a thick civilian diaper. It wasn’t quite like the titans or vanguards the military used, but it was equally unpleasant. Taylor reluctantly allowed the woman to change her into the larger garment, taking small satisfaction in the woman’s frown at Taylor’s pristine guardian. Packing away the guardian for later, Taylor exited the room, calling a curt “Thanks.” to the girl who had changed her. Awkwardly walking with her newfound padding, Taylor took her seat, shifting to try and get comfortable. The woman beside her was obviously wearing a similar garment beneath her clothes, and it smelled as if she had already made use of it. Once Taylor settled in, she began to review the plan in her head, scoping the layout of the building over and over in her mind.
Unconsciously lost in thought, the assassin crossed her legs tightly, her needs growing worse. Taylor may have qualified for a guardian, but none of those tests helped her as she unknowingly began to soak her provided garment. The padding was already obvious through her skintight suit, and it expanded as she emptied her bladder, unaware. The padding eagerly ate up the accident, the warmth pooling around her thighs familiar enough to Taylor it didn’t even stir her from her thoughts.
A few minutes later, Taylor was shaken out of her thoughts by a loud, “Hey!” The assassin managed to muffle a shriek of surprise, and did not manage to hide the blush that formed on her face as she fearfully and rapidly pushed a solid mass of poo into her diaper. Coming to the realization she had wet herself as well, she internally cursed. She should be better than this, she was Guardian qualified! “What?” she asked the source of the shout, managing to speak calmly despite her internal annoyance. Looking over, she saw the woman beside her was the source, clearly desperate.
“I’m sorry, I need you to move and you weren’t responding.” She replied to Taylor, apologizing sheepishly. “My…protection won’t hold another accident, I need to go to the bathroom…”
“You can’t even take these off by yourself. There’s no point.”
“But…” the woman looked horrified. “You could help me, right?” she asked, suddenly hopeful.
“I’m not changing the diaper of a stranger I just met.” Taylor replied coldly.
Before the other woman could reply, another voice spoke up. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Taylor turned to see a tall blonde woman, dressed very businesslike, speaking. She looked very serious, and was doing her very best to hide the slight trembling in her legs as she clearly needed to go badly. “We can’t take these off ourselves?”
“No, you just have to use them. Have you not been on one of these before?” Taylor grumbled. She didn’t want attention drawn to her as she was about too poop her diaper, and had already started thanks to the woman beside her.
“That’s ridiculous! I’m a grown woman, they can’t trap me in this…this…toddler’s garment.” The businesswoman huffed. She turned to move again, but paused to keep control of herself. “I will speak to the captain. There must be some accommodation.”
Taylor rolled her eyes. It didn’t occur to her much, but she supposed civilians weren’t used to wearing protection all the time, and certainly weren’t used to being in frightening situations that would make them need it. “No sense in letting her cause trouble…” Taylor muttered under her breath. Loosening the strap on one of her metal armguards, she let it fall to the metal floor with a resounding clatter. All eyes turned to the sound, and both women reacted with surprise.
The already soiled woman reacted fairly gracefully compared to the blonde. She let out a small shriek and began to soil her diaper once again. Hot pee flooded her diaper, and it could no longer contain it, yellow liquid running down the woman’s legs beneath her skirt and puddling on the train floor. Her bowels emptied as well, semisolid mush pushing into her diaper and expanding beyond its capacity, staining her thighs and bottom around the protective garment.
The blonde cried out at the sound, and she clamped her hands on her bottom. Bending over, she presented a view of her diapered bottom from beneath her tight skirt. “Nonono this can’t be happening I can’t soil myself aaaaaa.” Tears filled her eyes, and it started with a loud hissing sound, followed moments later by a series of loud and rude farts. The visible bottom of her diaper rapidly browned and expanded as she noisily and messily shit her diaper.
Taylor took the opportunity to finish her business while eyes were on the woman. Standing slightly out of her seat to pick up her armguard, she relaxed her bowels, pushing a few solid logs into her diaper. Reattaching the guard, she reluctantly sat back down, grimacing slightly as the mess squished around. An attendant arrived soon enough, leading the sobbing blonde back to her seat, and Taylor settled in for the rest of the journey, not exactly a stranger to being in a messy diaper.
Taylor exited the train, walking awkwardly in her messy diaper. Sitting there like that was awful, but it had to be done. Pausing as she entered the changing area, she released her bladder, a fresh wave of pee soaking her diaper. No sense in holding it. She blushed a bit as a changing assist tittered at her expanding diaper and moved over to help her, and she tuned out for the duration of changing, doing her best to ignore the other women changing around her. She was sure the woman from beside her and the blonde were both being cleaned up.
Changed back into her guardian, Taylor left the station. It was a short walk to the military complex, and after stepping into an alley and activating her soldier disguise, Taylor entered the complex.
Walking around as a guard was simple. No one stopped to question her, no one seemed suspicious she wasn’t a face they recognized. Moving into the medical area, she passed by several areas where women were being changed out of the larger diapers, and could see a few soiled women moving towards those areas from the FRMT rooms. All kinds of women were moving around or being changed, but they all shared the constant presence of a diaper, most of them dripping with urine and sagging with feces. She even saw one heavily muscled woman crouched beside the changing table, grunting as she filled her diaper with poo. Must be making sure everything was out. Moving towards the operations desk for the FRMT area, she wrote down a false name on the sheet. The woman gave it a once over, accepted Taylor’s payment, and nodded. “You’re good to go, just choose a room.”
Taylor was glad her disguise showed signs of a larger diaper, since it meant no questions were asked when she headed to the FRMT room without changing into a heavier diaper first. She had to go a bit again, but it wasn’t urgent. And she needed to be ready for Windhowl to arrive. The general would be using this specific room, and so far, everything was going as planned.
Shutting the door behind her, Taylor took a moment to be thankful these rooms were soundproofed. It was to prevent the scared women’s screams from disturbing others, of course, but it was certainly convenient.
“If you’ll just take a seat in the chair and tell me what rank you are testing for, we can begin.” Said the woman sitting at the desk in the room.
“Well…” Taylor changed from walking pace to lightning fast speed, shooting across the room and letting her disguise fall as she drew her blade, ending with the weapon extended, point just touching the woman’s neck. “Hands in the air, stand up.” She commanded.
The FRMT giver gulped and quickly stood, raising her hands. Her entire body was shaking, and as she rose Taylor could see a rapidly expanding stain appear on her pants. A few farts and a wet crackling sound indicated she was not doing much better to the rear of her pants. It seemed she hadn’t worn protection to work today. A poor plan.
As the woman stood, Taylor vaulted onto the desk and drove her knee right into the woman’s stomach, then struck her with a powerful blow to the head. The attendant crumpled, and Taylor stuffed her under the desk, reapplying her disguise to look like the now unconscious attendant. Moving over to the door, she opened it a bit to give the indication the room was free, then moved back to the desk.
Soon enough, she heard the commotion outside that signaled Windhowl’s arrival. “I’ve never had an accident in one of these tests in my life, I don’t need that stupid thing. Damn it!” Despite her protests, soon enough one of the most famous warriors in the Empire, both for her continence and her prowess, was wearing a Titan. Fuming, she made her way into the pre-arranged room, Taking a seat in the chair with a huff.
“Welcome general. I’m sorry about the garment, its simply standard protocol.” Taylor spoke as she moved over to the door and shut it tightly, then approached Windhowl from behind.
“It’s assault is what it is! They know very well I don’t need this!” Taylor smirked, letting the general rant. She activated the chair, magical bindings reaching out and securing the general in place. A precaution for panicked reactions by women lost in the throes of the illusionary terrors. Taylor took the necklace that filled women’s bladder and bowels, designed to make the test indicative of situations where they had no chance to relieve themselves, and slipped it over Windhowl’s neck, securing it.
“What are you doing? Did you forget who you’re testing!?” Windhowl protested, trying to twist around in her chair to glare angrily. Taylor simply grinned. Part of their information had revealed Windhowl’s deal, and why she would come to this room. She relieved herself before the test, and the tester simply didn’t apply the necklace. “Today is a little different.” Taylor replied.
“What!? I’ll have your head for this, you ungrateful-“ Windhowl’s words stopped short as Taylor held the cold blade of her sword to Windhowl’s neck.
“You will be a good little girl and do as you are told.” Taylor told her coldly. Windhowl whimpered, and to her credit she managed to keep her diaper dry. Her bowels were a different story, however, and a loud pppbblllrrrttt was audible as she noisily pushed a wave of soft mess into her diaper. “Looks like your record is already broken, general.” Taylor commented, walking back around to the desk. She returned Windhowl’s death glare with a calm smile, and picked up the attendant’s spell projector. “Let’s begin the test, shall we? Six is appropriate for your rank, I believe?”
Windhowl, bladder and bowels rapidly filling, gulped at the prospect, but reluctantly nodded. “Excellent.” Taylor stated, then pointed the projector and began firing it. One, two, three, and Windhowl was lost in the illusion. But Taylor kept firing. Four, five, six. The max amount used in FRMTs. Seven, Eight, Nine. The maximum safe limit. Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen. Taylor set the wand down, and simply watched.
For the first few minutes, only a small wet patch appeared on Windhowl’s diaper, and she seemed to be doing fine. Then the next wave kicked in, and she soaked it. When the next one kicked in, she filled it to capacity, pushing out hard and soft mess along with a torrent of pee. When the last wave hit, the massive diaper was overwhelmed. Pee streamed down the chair and puddled on the ground around her, and her already sagging bottom overloaded, mess spreading around inside her pants and slowly soiling them in their entirety. Taylor smiled as she listened to Windhowl’s terrified cries. The woman’s muscles were working overtime as they desperately stopped her refilling bladder and bowels, just before she was frightened again and once again filler her overloaded garment with warm liquid and mush. It was simply too much for them, and soon enough her muscles simply stopped working, no longer able to stem the tide of accidents. Permanent damage, likely.
Taylor watched for a long while, waiting until Windhowl’s cries were finally dying down. She could see the damage was done, the general no longer putting up any sort of fight against the fear. Satisfied she had completed her mission, she picked up the magical recording device she had set on the table and let it take one last shot of the enormously soiled general before ending the recording and slipping it back into her suit. Setting up the unconscious FRMT attendant back in her seat, she pulled another magical device from inside her uniform. A moment later, she vanished from sight, and quietly slipped out of the room.
From Windhowl’s perspective, things went horribly wrong. She was on a battlefield, and her side was clearly losing. The general was fine for the first few minutes, cutting down enemy soldiers and managing to ignore her rapidly growing need. An arrow narrowly missed her, and she gasped, feeling warmth suffuse her crotch. Still, the leakage was minor, and most women lost complete control at that simple test. Suddenly, spells began to fly, and Windhowl sped up her movement, avoiding the areas being most assaulted and charging for mages when she could. It seemed someone caught on, however, and she dived forward as a massive fireball exploded behind her. The magical detonation sent a wave of fear through her body, and as she landed with the clattering of armor her bladder failed her. Warm liquid rapidly pooled inside her large diaper, and the general hung her head in shame as she fearfully pissed herself.
She tried to rise, but a powerful kick sent her sprawling backwards. Looking up, she stared trembling into the eyes of a massive earth elemental, summoned by the enemy mages. Her hands went for her dropped swords, but the creature stamped down and the ground shook with power, her blades shattering. Windhowl looked between the elemental, then back at her broken swords, and let out a mewling whimper. She involuntarily began to push a series of solid logs into her diaper, each one spreading further as they pushed against the limits of her armor. Just as she finished her fearful release, the giant elemental snatched her up in its powerful grasp. She barely had time to scream before it squeezed, and the sound was suddenly a gasp as she struggled for air. She had no control as it squeezed her, a loud hissing sound making it clear she was once again pissing herself. A loud wet ppbbllrrt was not far behind as the creature’s crushing grip and terrifying appearance forced her to shit herself once again, this time liquid mess exploding into her diaper, filling up the remaining space in the garment with hot liquid diarrhea. Luckily, the Titan could manage to contain it. She couldn’t breathe, and soon enough everything faded to black.
When she came too, she was sitting at her desk, wearing normal attire. Her panties were completely unsoiled, and it seemed as usual she had forgone any sort of protection. She didn’t need such a thing. When she heard the sounds of gunfire outside her door, however, she wasted no time in soaking her panties and pants. The white uniform pants did little to hide her accident, and she cursed her sudden weakness as she looked down at her see through, warm, and piss soaked trousers. Suddenly, there was a banging at the door, as if someone was trying to break it down. “The general is in here. Make sure she doesn’t escape alive!” she heard a man say. Gulping, Windhowl moved quickly, curling up and hiding under her desk. A moment later, the crack of the door breaking down was audible, and a pair of hammer wielding men entered the room. “Where is she? She couldn’t have gone out some other way!”
Windhowl quivered nervously beneath the desk. The men were in the room now…she felt helpless as her quivering bowel muscles pushed soft mess into her panties, the practical white garments sagging heavily but managing to contain the accident. Windhowl couldn’t believe herself. She was curled up under the desk, soiling herself like a frightened child. She was one of the strongest warriors in the empire! Suddenly, one of the men’s hammers slammed into the desk above her, and it took all of her control to not let out a shriek of fear. She was sobbing in terror now, and a fresh wave of pee soaked her pants, thoroughly covering her legs in piss and a large puddle growing beneath her. She would have to grovel, to beg them too…
Suddenly, two shots of a spell projector ran out, and the men fell dead. She could see both their bodies hit the floor beside the desk from her position hiding beneath it. At the shots, she pushed another wave of soft mush into her panties, this time overwhelming them and staining her bottom and thighs with warm, sticky mess. She was softly crying now, completely distraught. She had no control left, her iron bladder was gone. “Hey, who’s under there?” a voice called, and a projector poked around the corner of the desk. The mewling general couldn’t even manage a response, simply voiding her bladder and bowels once again. The puddle beneath her expanded considerably, her entire top now soaked, even her silvery hair clearing wet with pee. A third wave of soft mush filled her panties, forcing mess to spread everywhere down her legs. She could feel warm mush caking her entire lower body, and sticky warm urine coating everything from head to toe. All she could do was sob. “General?” the voice asked, and a male guard walked around the desk. Looking down at the general, he burst into laughter. “So this is how the mighty windhowl reacts to combat? Of course your record was a lie. They all seem to be. Come on, I’ll get you changed.” He shook his head in disgust.
Windhowl wanted to protest, to say that this normally didn’t happen, but all she could do was sob and wish she was dead. This embarrassment was too much… How could she face any of her subordinates like this? Everything faded to black again.
This time she was in a diaper again. A titan, unsoiled. It was dark, and it took her a few moments to realize she was in the woods. She started to rise, but suddenly, spiders descended from the trees. Looking around, she realized she was surrounded by webs. The spiders that surrounded her were gigantic, fangs large enough they could bite her head off and hundreds of massive red eyes, all staring at her. She broke. Spiders were terrifying, and while she usually had a good enough hold on herself to limit the sight of a spider to a slightly damp phantom, this time it was too much. The spiders approached, and her bladder and bowels fully released, and didn’t stop. Pee soaked her Titan, filling the massive garment up to capacity over the course of several minutes and then forming a rapidly expanding puddle as it overloaded the diaper, thoroughly soaked the inside of her armor, and still didn’t stop coming. It was as if her bladder muscles simply stopped working. Her bowels followed suit, pushing wave after wave of soft mush into her Titan. As it reached its limit, she let out a wet explosion of farts and diarrhea, overloading the diaper and coating her legs in liquid mess. More waves followed, interspersed with liquid feces, and soon enough the entire inside of her armor was filled with warm mess, more of it collecting on the ground beneath her. The spiders bit at her and wrapped her in their weapon, but she wasn’t even coherent enough to notice at this point. All she did was cry and scream with fear, reduced to a mewling incontinent child.
Taylor carefully made her way through the complex, avoiding people as much as possible. She was detectible while invisible, it was just hard. The whole time, her bladder and bowels were nagging her. She needed to go. But she couldn’t exactly stop at a bathroom here. Rounding a corner, she came face to face with a closed door, two female guards flanking it. She paused…how was she going to deal with this? She would have to make due. Slipping a projector out of her armguard, she fired it at each of the women. One guard took off immediately, although the hissing and crackling of the beginnings of her accident were clearly audible. The other guard crouched, grimacing, and she closed her eyes, both hands holding her bottom. The sound of her forcefully peeing in her diaper was audible, but she was holding the rest back. Taylor took the opportunity to slip over to the door and quietly open it. As she took once last look back she heard the woman beside her grown and with a loud bllrrppttt push wet mess into her diaper, despite her best efforts. Taylor slipped through the door, closing it silently behind her. Turning forward, she froze, using all her willpower not to let out a sound. Walking down the hall towards her was a large woman wearing the distinctive goggles of a mage killer. Such goggles allowed them to detect magic, and they normally carried ways to nullify magical attack. The goggled woman’s eyes settled on Taylor, and the assassin felt her crotch rapidly grow warm. The goggled woman approached, but Taylor was frozen in fear, the hissing sound of her soaking her diaper likely audible. The large woman grabbed at the spot she detected the concealing spell, snatching Taylor up by the neck. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” she growled at the invisible woman before her.
Taylor whimpered, mind racing to try and find a plan. It was hard, however, with fear coursing through her, and instead of coming up with a plan she continued to whimper and began to push warm mush into her diaper. The small garment wasn’t really designed to contain a full accident, and some of it escaped, coating her thighs and bottom. As she lost control, Taylor managed to slide her sword out of her armguard, jabbing out at the woman grabbing her with a trio of well-aimed blows. Not to kill, simply to wound and terrify. And indeed, the woman let go of her, crying out in pain. Taylor fell to her feet, taking a moment to steady herself before she lashed out with the hilt of her sword, slamming the woman in the stomach and then the head, repeatedly. The goggled woman fell back against the wall, unconscious, her diaper rapidly expanding with pee and poo. Putting her sword away, Taylor continued on her escape, grimacing each time the mess spread further as she was forced to move quickly in her messy state.
Fortunately, it wasn’t too long before she reached the rooftop airship docking area. Just before she entered it, she let her invisibility fall off, replacing it with an illusion of a relatively ranking officer. Opening the door, she walked outside, waving off the question of one of the few attendants, and walked towards one of the ships. It looked like a regular imperial airship, but she knew that was simply a façade. When she reached it, an imperial solider on deck offered a hand, and she took it, pulling herself onboard. Suddenly, she could see everything as it was. The ship itself was a sleek vessel, engraved with lightning bolts and mounting a large fore and aft magical projector. It had no broadside but was decently large, being a smuggling ship designed to carry cargo. The Imperial helping her aboard and the other three imperials on the ship also had their disguise revealed to her. Two of them were powerfully built half dragon women, standing tall broad shouldered. One carried an icy sword at her hip, the other a vicious two headed flail. The short and stocky man standing at the helm had short dark hair, a poorly groomed moustache, shining blue eyes, and wore a vicious looking hammer at his belt. Lastly, the woman helping her aboard. She wore tight teal coat and pants with gold trim, the coat open a bit to expose her considerable breasts, covered in a tight fitting black undershirt. She wore a light blue scarf around her neck and her bright red hair was held in a ponytail. “Welcome back, Taylor.” She greeted the assassin, hugging the other woman in greeting. “Was the mission a success?”
Taylor nodded, smirking a bit. “Windhowl will never pass another FRMT.” She replied with confidence, hugging the other redhead back.
The redhead laughed. “You soldier’s and your tests. I almost feel sorry for her.” The ship began to lift off as they spoke, breaking away from the tower towards their next destination.
“Katarina, get the poor thing cleaned up! I don’t need her stinking up my ship!” the short man at the helm called down at them.
Katarina rolled her eyes, but nodded. “Yes captain.” She called back in a droll tone. Releasing Taylor, she smiled. “He’s right, I suppose. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. We still don’t carry any of your type, but I’m sure you’ll manage.” The other redhead led the way towards the inside of the ship, Taylor meekly following behind, blushing at the captain’s comment. She always felt a bit inferior in this company. She had seen how fiercely protective Travis was of women who were in danger, and it was terrifying. And Katarina was confident walking around in no protection. She felt nervous, like a potty trained little kid who had an accident, and her parents were being nice about it. Still, they were powerful allies, and she knew despite what most would say all the soldier women appreciated someone as protective as Travis. Not that she would ever admit it.
Windhowl was awoken on top of a changing table. She looked down and realized with a surprise that she was clean, and wearing a fresh titan. Sitting up, she looked to the doctor beside her who was busy writing at his desk. “What is the meaning of this? Why am I in a Titan?” she demanded.
The man turned, looking at her nervously. “Well…you see…ah…we had you in your normal wear but while you were unconscious you just kept overflowing it and we thought we should…I’m sorry general.”
She grinned slightly. At least she could still bring obedience and fear out of people, even in a giant puffy diaper with unicorns on it. Damn these Titan’s design patterns. Carefully rising, she neglected to say anything more to the man, dressing herself and looking down at the Titan showing beneath her pants with a grimace. She would have to do something about that. Stepping out of the room, she began to walk back to her room. About halfway there, she felt sudden warmth fill her diaper. She was peeing, and hadn’t even noticed she had to go….damn that FRMT attendant, she would pay for this. She walked faster, hoping to reach her room before she had an even worse accident.
And reach it she did. Swiping her card, she entered her room, the door sliding shut behind her. As she headed for the bathroom, however, her communication device began ringing loudly. She bit back a shriek of surprise, but the sound was too much for her bowels, and she involuntarily pushed a large log of poo into her diaper. She still couldn’t even feel the need to go. She walked over to the device but by then the ringing stopped. A simple message was left: report to the director’s office. She grimaced. Turning back to the bathroom, she entered it before pausing in horror. She was in a Titan, she couldn’t take it off by herself!” She felt her body give up at the thought, and a barrage of solid logs filled her large diaper. Now thoroughly wet and soiled, Windhowl reluctantly began to make her way to the changing area, wondering how she would ever explain this.
(If you check out Livinginfinite’s art thread and tumblr and such you’ll see a picture of Katarina I commissioned. And also a lot of cool art if you like this sort of thing.)
Edited July 26, 2017 by blooper
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I'm creating this bird because I wrote a omo scene that doesn't fit in the main story, that I really like. I love how it turned out too much not to post it, and I feel i may wind up writing more stuff like that. I won't be updating this board with much regularity, just when I'm inspired to write a scene that I can't add to the main story. My other story, Alice in Wetting-Land is a separate board. I suggest reading the main story first, but I'll try to specify when it's happening in relation to the main plot. I really like writing the main story, and I really liked writing this, so I hope all of you really like reading it. I'll read requests and constructive criticism (I wrote a bit more about that in the intros for the main story), but I reserve the right to choose what I do with it.
This vignette takes place a few days after the male urinal scene in ch.24. Character's refer to those events occasionally. Main story in Alice in Wetting Land. The setting is a train heading to the Palace of Hearts for the annual Water-Sports Regatta
Pearl was pacing around outside Water Lily’s sleeping compartment. When he had bumped into Water Lily on the train, he was so shocked he spilled his orange juice on the other boys crotch. The other boy said it was fine, but Pearl was too embarrassed to continue the conversation. He was outside the sleeping area Water Lily mentioned, trying to think of an excuse to knock. The door slid open, and out stepped the other man.
He smiled when he saw Pearl “Hey cutie. I was just on my way to the lavatory if, if your interested…” he winked suggestively. After the earlier incident Pearl had replaced the spilled half-bottle of oj with 3 more, and he had already finished one before that. He was holding back 4 ½ bottles of juice, totaling 36 ounces on the swaying train. He had been so focused on finding a way to talk to Water Lily, that he was only noticing the crushing urgency now. He hadn’t peed since he got on the train and ordered his first juice. It had been.Six.Hours. His eyed watered and his throat tightened. He couldn't speak his feelings, but he was very, very interested. He nodded rapidly and let the other man lead him down the long hallway with a bathroom at the end.
The huge amounts of juice he had stupidly drank, the lurching of the floor, and the invitation to get a better vantage point as Water Lily relieved himself; Had Pearls hands slamming down between his thighs. He seized his penis through his pants and practically strangled it through the grey fabric. The pressure at the base of his shaft felt like a fist pounding his bladder. He actually considered taking his dick out in the hall, as it was the one way to guarantee he made it to the bathroom, but decided against it out of modesty.
Water Lily was gawking at the hottie waddling beside him. Was Pearl putting on a show for him? There was no way he could hold enough to make him genuinely grimace like that, right? He was getting an erection, which was going to make peeing difficult, but he had already decided to postpone his turn at the toilet, until he watched Pearl take the massive piss that put that pained expression of his face. He was almost drooling at the thought of the fish-boy’s hisses echoing through the tiny room. He would get to see it up close and personal.
They had about 4 steps left till they reached the bathroom. “Seems like your bursting! How much have you drank?” Water Lily inquired “For me it's about 16 oz. of coffee. The caffeine always has me really craving a long, hard piss. And I haven’t pissed in 4 hours, since before I got the coffee” He turned to Pearl as he reached for the doorknob to the single-occupant bathroom. “I had almost 5 juices, so about 35 oz of orange juice. No pit stops in 6 hours” he murmured, lustfully watching as the knob turned and the door slid open. He scrambled in as Water Lily’s jaw dropped.
DEAR GOD, Pearl was so hot. His 35 oz.s of urine probably were pretty warm too. He stepped inside and locked the door.
The lavatory was very small, Pearl could feel the tip of Water Lily’s stiffy prodding him in the bladder. If he weren’t freakishly full of piss at the moment, it would probably have turned him on.
Water Lily cleared his throat “Please, after you!” he shifted to the flush chain “May I have the honor?” he requested. He was hoping to manage the pooling, and making sure Pearl didn’t flood the bowl. Though he hoped to see that in his own bathroom, someday.
Pearl nodded nervously, as he fumbled with his zipper. Water Lily was salivating by the time he had his dick out and pointing at the bowl. He was determined to let Water Lily watch him pee. He had been very positive about Pearl willingly wetting his pants at the next urinal.
Pearl tried to remember that Water Lily wouldn't judge the amount he produced, or his stance at the toilet, or his hand positioning, or the noises in the bowl, or the hue of his urine, or..what..he.... ”Ahhhh...Oooo...Umm” Pearl let out a chorus of soft moans and sighs as he initiated the release of every drop of pee he had on him. The walls of his bladder quivered in pleasure -Water Lily flushed to make room for more- as he leaned his forearm against the wall to help him stand.
The sensation of his pee tickling through the opening made his dick swell slightly. He glanced at Water Lily, who was panting as his eyes moved between Pearl’s dick and the bowl. Pearl trembled a bit “Oh. Mmm. Yes. So good...” the fish-boy sighed under his breath.
Water Lily was turned on and ready to piss himself, his throbbing erection sending jolts to his stretching bladder. He couldn't wait any more. He pulled his pants to his knees, knowing the stiffy would make peeing nearly impossible, and tried to line up with the toilet.
He missed and shot onto the opposite wall, and repositioned so he was at least shooting in the general direction of the toilet. Pearl was enraptured. Water Lily had a HUGE cock, even larger than he hypothesized. Pearl’s unending stream was crossed by the other boy’s pressurized jet of piss -Water Lily Flushed again- as Water Lily’s pee pounded into the toilet, onto the floor, on the rim, everywhere. Water Lily tried to control it, but his cock kept twitching, spraying his pee around. The sound of his surging stream smacking the pee-filled toilet water overwhelmed Pearl’s fading hiss, as Pearl’s face relaxed into a serene smile.
Pearl finally started to wind down -Water Lily flushed- and he sighed with contentment as his dick gushed out the last ounce of his 36oz Piss. He sank to the floor as Water Lily emptied himself of the last 2oz of coffee and gave one last flush for this trip to the toilet. Water Lily stroked his hard cock, while staring at Pearl’s crotch. Pearl followed his eyes and realized his dick was still hanging out his fly, still slightly damp. He slowly stood back up, and shook off the droplets. Water Lily moaned, and shot cum into a piece of toilet paper. They washed their hands and parted ways, but not before making dinner plans. |
I got a request for more about the urinal lessons, so I decided to write about Bella and Alice teaching their other sisters. I may have put a different number of sisters in the chapter this was introduced in, but I plan on this version being consistent. It gives more insight into Alice's family life, and why she isn't considering staying in Wonderland. I plan on her way to go home letting her travel between the realms, so she can still visit. One note that no one else probably cares about, Alice's family isn't rich, but they are comftorable. They live in an area with low housing taxes, and the older sisters babysit while the parents work to save up for college. This story takes place 11 years before the main story, and 2 years after Alice had her lessons.-SomeGirl
Lessons for Every Sister:
The Carroll family had 7 children all daughters. The parents where both pharmacists, and happily married for 26 years. The daughters were as follows: Lisa (age 22); ; Eva (Age 19); Bella (age:17); Alice (Age:11); Donna (Age: 9);And twins Rachel and Tessa (Age: 6). The two older girls were soon to return from college for the summer. Bella was preparing to depart with them next semester.
The lessons started when Alice found Lisa trying to sneak up the stairs. “Hey! Are you trying to avoid me?” she asked petulantly “Your gonna have to talk to us eventually, so-” the scolding came to a full halt, as Lisa turned around to shush her. Alice’s eyes widened at the large dark stain on Lisa’s pale-blue jeans. Lisa sighed, as she pulled Alice into the hallway powder room. Closing the door, she explained “I was driving home, and had to pee super bad. I tried to pull over at a rest stop, but it was so gross. I just couldn't bring myself to…” she gestured to her drenched jeans.
Alice remembered why she left the living room, and sat down on the toilet with her underwear and pants around her ankles. Lisa rolled her eyes as Alice spoke over the tinkling in the bowl. “Why couldn’t you pee standing up? It's less gross” she assumed Bella had taught the eldest sister first. That was just the way things went.
“What are you talking about? Thats-” she was cut off by their youngest sister's josling through the door. “Going to the bathroom was my idea, so I’m going first!” declared Tessa. Her fraternal twin sister glowered at her ”You didn’t invent the idea of going to the bathroom! And I was thinking it too, you just said it first!” she retorted. Both girls froze when they saw Alice, still mid-stream, and Lisa, in her clearly peed in jeans.
They both turned to Alice, bobbing up and down in a mutual potty dance. ”Which one of us gets the potty when you finish? It’s me, right?” bagerded Rachal. “No, it’s me! Right Alice” Tessa argued. Alice had already decided to stretch this pee out until they both wet their pants, if only to prevent one twin from gaining something to wield over the other. She slowed her flow, calculating the amount of time it would take by the stomps and kick of their legs. Definitely less than a minute.
They both had one hand holding back the flood, and one hand swatting at each other, when their gaze shot to Alice, eyes widening and tearing up at the realization that they likely wouldn’t be able to wait. “...A-Alice…” whimpered Tessa, “...I can’t hold it anymore..”.
Rachel looked at her feet “...I’m gonna have an accident...Uhmm…” Rachel sniffled, growling as she made one final effort to stay dry. Both girls let out noises between a sigh of relief and a sob of shame as their ribbon-adorned shorts filled and overflowed with pee-pee. Alice decided to keep going a little longer, so they wouldn’t feel like they could have made it if they tried harder. She finally ran out of juice, just as the fluid all over and around her sister's feet finished cooling.
Alice suggested they go change into fresh clothes, when Donna knocked loudly. “Hey, you guys have to come back to the living room. Alice said I was in charge while she peed, so you have to do what I say.” Donna ordered.
“No I didn’t!” Alice cracked the door to address at Donna.
“Yeh, well Bella said you were in charge while she got lunch, cause you're the oldest after her. I’m the oldest after you, so if you're not there I’m in charge.” she tried to justify her behavior to her sister. “I can report how responsible I was when you were peeing!” she offered in excitement, shoving through the door before Alice could respond. “I made Tessa and Rachal pick up their toys and-” she took in the wet pants of the twins, eyes widening when she saw Lisa’s similar issue.
“...Ah Ha Ha! The two babies peed themselves!” she cheered, feeling that her maturity had been validated.
“Shut up! So did Lisa, and she's the oldest! And so did you after your soccer game last month!” Tessa was beet red with embarrassment and rage.
“That’s different. Even mature adults have an occasional accident when they fall on the soccer field, or go on a long car trip. It’s completely different. And besides, that was a whole month ago. I’ve grown up a lot since then” Donna squealed defensively, trying and failing to sound condescending.
“Not at night!” Rachel taunted “We haven’t wet the bed in almost 9 months, so were more grown up than you! You have to use plastic sheets cuz’ your a big baby!” apparently, she and Tessa were on the same side again, ready to put their differences aside to gang up on Donna. Blushing in shame, Donna tried to deny the secret know throughout the family.
“STOP IT!” ordered Lisa, fixing all the girls with a glare. “ Donna. Don’t tease the twins for having an accident. You never know when you may wind up in that position yourself.” she turned to the twins “And you two. You know better than to tease Donna about her issue. You're old enough to understand how hurtful that is.”.
All three girls hung their head in shame, and the twins joined Lisa in changing clothes upstairs. Donna sat down in the kitchen as Bella returned. Alice realized she hadn’t gotten an answer as to the reason Lisa had been unable to urinate upright. Eva was dropped off by her friends just as Bell finished making fancy grilled cheese sandwiches, apple-carrot salad, and iced passionflower tea. She was accepted to a top culinary school, starting in the fall. Eva dashed to the nearest restroom the minute she came in, and her moans of mollification could be heard by the others as they sat down to eat.
Eva soon joined the other girls at the table. “Well. That drive took an eternity. Every line for every ladies room was huge.” she took a sandwich, and a helping of iced tea. Alice remembered her question from before. “Why didn’t you or Lisa pee standing up? You had to go really bad, and Lisa had to wet her pants.” Alice shrugged in apology when she caught Lisa’s scowle.
Bella cleared her throat. “I didn’t actually teach them yet, Alice.” she continued inspired “But I should definitely make sure all my sisters are taken care of before I leave for college. You can help me teach!” she beamed at Alice. Bella explained the skill to her sisters, and deputised Alice to help teach the younger girls. Alice agreed, and they looked around at the sisters reactions.
“Sure, that sounds like it'll come in handy.” said Lisa, who had had all shyness about bathroom actitis washed away by bearing witness to 6 round of potty training. She was immunized by the constant demands to be escorted to the bathroom at the dinner table.
“I’m only gonna pee standing from now on.” Eva joked. Her sense of humor and brashness had been missed greatly during the school year, and her boldness would make lessons easier.
“I want the first lesson! Dibbs!” Donna waveed her hands franticly.
“No!” yelled the twins in tandem.
“I’m calling double dibs!” declared Rachal
“And I’m calling dibs infinity! So take that!” Tessa grinned smugly. Apparently the twins were still united against a common enemy. They seemed to have agreed in their occasionally-used hive mind that they would do their lessons together.
Signing, Lisa walked over to the counter, and brought back dice, paper, and a pen. She assigned each eligible sister a number, declaring 6 to be a re-roll, and quickly worked out a schedule. Her studies were preparing her well for her goal of managing the family pharmacy. Finishing her chart, she pinned it to the fridge, and turned with a this-is-nonnegotiable-on-a-fundamental-level look, and sat back down. The lessons would begin a few hours after lunch. The intro courses would be given in the following order: Rachal, Eva, Donna, Lisa, Tessa; and be done by bedtime. Alice handed Rachal 2 tall glasses of purpley-red iced tea.
Rachal (and Tessa):Lesson 1
6-year-old’s aren’t known for their fluid retention skills, so it only took a single 30 minute tv program for her to be pounding on Bella’s door, Alice and Tessa standing behind her. The twins had pinky-sworn to do each lesson together, and master the stance befor Donna did. Tessa had only drank ¼ of the volume that Rachel was holding, but her bladder was giveing regular sympathy throbs. She had room to hold what she had at least 2 more hours, but her twin’s discomfort had her bursting with empathy. Bella opened the door, and immediately grasped the situation. She grabbed Rachel's hand, and the 4 sisters walked briskly to the bathroom 3 doors down.
Their house had 3 full-bathrooms, 2 on the second floor and 1 on the first. There were 3 powder rooms, 1 on the first floor, 1 in the basement, and 1 on the second floor. The girls were lucky enough to each have their own room, though the twins had converted one into a playroom and one into a double.
Bella was giving instructions as they approached the full-bathroom, Rachel was gripping her bladder, and wriggling her lowed body with every wobbly step. They finally got to the bathroom. Rachel bounded to the toilet, and shuffled down her legging-pants and panties. She almost cried with gratitude that someone had left the lid open, as she stood on the stepping-stool that each bathroom had for easy access.
Their parents were ready to be done mopping up their daughter’s puddles, and the twins were finally using the toilet on their own, so they were sure to provide the supplies needed to mount the bowl fast enough. Lisa had helped the twins sop up their earlier incident, and led them through the process of washing their pants, towels, and underwear. That was the main reason that the girls left the schedule on the fridge. The parents would be fully on board if the twins learned a method to avoid accidents following fights like the one before lunch. And their parents weren’t particularly rigorous about traditional vs. nontraditional gender roles. They joked that working full time and raising 7 daughters left them too busy to bother.
Rachel chanted Bella’s instructions in her head, Alice helped her adjust her hips and reminded her to pee as hard as she could. Nodding, Rachel flexed her lower body to push the pee out farther, and opened up for relief. The intensity of her need let her shoot her stream into the bowl on her first try. Her struggle was in staying steady, splashing across the toilet seat she hadn’t thought to lift, but thankfully missing her panties.
Tessa had a similarly sized bladder, so she couldn't wait any longer 2 seconds in. Luckily, Alice had the foresight to guide her into the shower stall, and tell her to drop her pants and underwear. Her sister demonstrated the technique from under her skirt, into the shower drain, and talked through copying her stance. She got into position just as her body let go. Her pee shot out before she could process what was about to happen, probably because her urinary tract was compressed and angled towards the drain. The first bit landed in her lowered pants, but she quickly switched to peeing for distance. Her pee puddled in front of the drain, not reaching as far as Alice had. Tessa was surprised how little she let out, even considering her need was mostly a sympathy urge for her twin.
Both girls had finished, and wiped. Rachel wiped down the toilet seat, and Tessa stepped out and ran the shower to wash the pee down the drain. The splash of wee in her panties wasn’t enough to change, so both girls went back to their play room with a freshly washed highfive.
This is just a different POV of part of Alice's lessons.
Counter Guy’s Lament (takes place during Alice's flashback of Bella teaching her to use a urinal)
The counter guy was glad he wouldn't be mopping up after the poor kid. Irresponsible ass of a sister making the girl hold it till she was doing a pee-pee dance like that. 7 large sodas. He had been obligated to pour 7 large sodas for that tiny girl, watching her get more and more uncomfortable. The 1st soda was right before the lunch rush, and the 2nd was just as it started. He had been too busy scooping and pouring to notice that the little girl hadn't peed yet, as she ordered her 3rd mid rush. When she walked back to the counter for the while the lunch rush wound down, ready for the 4rth soda of the day, he noticed her twisting back and forth on the counter stool. He assumed that she would either go to the bathroom on her own when the need got too bad, for her older sister(?) would make her the minute she saw that she needed to. He kept glancing back, getting more irritated at the older girl every glance. The girl was bouncing up and down at the counter as he poured her 5th refill. When he gave it to her, he quietly asked “Do you have to go potty, hun? The bathrooms right there” The little girl looked at the door he pointed to.
He was horrified to she the expression on her young face. It was the look of being tempted to take something you need, but either don’t want t\or aren't allowed to have. That bitch of a sister had her that afraid to ask for a bathroom break? He begrudgingly handed the kid another soda. When her sister got up and walked over for her 2nd glass and the girls 6th, he gave her one last shot at redemption.
“Hey, Miss. Sorry to pry, but it seems your sister could really use a swing by the restroom.” he said like it wasn’t the most excruciatingly obvious thing in the world. Like the girl wasn’t sitting on her ankle, hands firmly in the universal ‘ holding it’ position over her skirt. Like he hadn’t just watched the kid drink 5 sodas without a single trip to the bathroom.
He and his younger brother once had a babysitter that got mad when they asked for the bathroom, and even madder when they failed to. He still hated her for snapping at his brother for a public wetting that was her fault. It’s not like a kids gonna have the foresight to not drink soda when their with that babysitter.
The sister’s response made him furious. “She’s fine” the bitch said dismissively, walking back to her sister and handing her a glass of pure agony. That was 6 goddamn drinks. Her sister was going to explode! She had bought them large sodas, every serving was 8oz! Her sister didn’t seem to have gone to the bathroom since a pit stop when they first arrive an hour before lunch rush. It was early evening know. That girl hasn’t seen a toilet in 6 hours! No wonder she was doing a little jig in her chair. So to recap one 9-year-old bladder was holding 48 oz of caffeinated beverages, and had been getting to that point for 6 hours straight. He almost cried when she got her 7th refill.
It was a miracle her she hadn’t flooded her skirt already, wasn’t letting out a waterfall on the floor as he poured the drink. Her eyes were staring at the soda running down into the glass. This was definitely the last glass for the girl. He sighed as she lurched away dreading the thought of bearing witness to her impending humiliation. It was late, but older children still came in with their parents. Some were probably the girl's classmates. When her bladder gave in, and her pee came gushing onto the floor, there would be at least a few witnesses.
The poor thing was doomed, he wondered how bad it would be for her. She might take that first/last sip of drink #7, when the few drops filled her past maximum capacity, and she wet herself in her chair. She might have an accident before she even reached the table, wetting onto the floor, where everyone would notice. Mabey she could hold it through the drink, but when she tried to stand, everything would just let go. He shuddered at the thought of her too desperate to move, helplessly waiting for the inevitable.
To his shock, the girl finished the last drink, and stood without having her accident. He was at the edge of his seat as she and her bitchy sister made the pilgrimage to the enclave with the bathrooms. He couldn’t see the door, so he listened for splatting and sobbing. All he heard was the opening and closing of a bathroom door . Little girl must have be busting for the week of her little life about now. He silently rooted for her. He had heard of kids who get to a bathroom and start weeping as soon as the toilets in sight. He was ecstatic when she returned completely dry, with an expression of pride and relief on her face. He even checked the bathrooms before he left, but there was no piddle spilled anywhere in the shop. Except the accidents of a few other children, of course. This was an ice cream shop. But she had held it in like a champion, despite her horrible older sister. He was so proud. |
"Bones! Get over here."
Jimmy waved, and turned toward the knot of other children. "What's up, Guys?
"You know how old Crome Dome won't let anybody use the restroom during class," stated Andy, acknowledged, though unofficial leader of the group. "Well, we've got a prank that'll fix him for good. You in?"
"Guess so; what's the prank?" Bones responded, trying to conceal his excitement. He knew all guys in the group -- real in-crowd guys; but he'd never quite been one of them. They didn't exclude him, but they didn't include him either. He was just, well, tolerated. Were the guys really warming up to him now? The thought excited him. He was ready to do anything they asked him to do.
"You know that Friday is the state competency test, and we'll be in class for over an hour and a half, with no bathroom break."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that. I remember waddling to the restroom after last year's test and praying I'd get there, before losing it."
"I think we've all had damp undies once or twice after Crome Dome's class," offered Roger, provoking some chuckling.
"Here's the plan," broke in Andy, reasserting control. "We're all going to get a good drink before the test. Then, during the test, each of us is going to asked to be excused."
"Crome Dome won't let you," broke in Bones.
"That's right, Bones. Crome Dome won't let us go to the restroom, so we're all going to go in our pants."
"Pee in your pants?" exclaimed Bones, incredulous.
"Keep it down, Bones!" cautioned Andy. "That's right, we're going to pee our pants. When the school board finds out that we all had accidents because old Crome Dome wouldn't let us go to the restroom, they'll fire his sorry ass."
"Bye, bye, Crome Dome," said Billy, grinning, and waving his hand.
"There's girls in the class; what about them?" queried Bones.
"They're in on it, too. They're going to pee, just as we do.
"Really?" returned Bones, tingling at the prospect of seeing all those girls, especially Norma Jean, pee their pants.
"Really. Now, Bones, you can't talk about this to anyone," cautioned Andy.
"Loose lips sink ships," piped up Roger.
"Loose lips get our asses in trouble," asserted Andy. "Now, pay attention. Sarah Barnes is going to ask first, then Roger, then me...." explained Andy.
Anxiously Bones listened for his name. "And, Bones," concluded Andy, you go last, about ten minutes before the end of the period. When old Crome Dome won't let you go to the restroom, then we're all going to pee ourselves. Got it?
"Got it!" declared Bones, tingling all over. He was not only going to be part of the prank, he was going to be the key person, the one to give the signal. Now he was in with the in crowd.
But Bones began to worry. He knew it wasn't easy to pee in your pants. He'd tried it several times, just for fun, to see what it felt like, but he always had to strain just to get a little dribble out. Could he actually pee his pants, and in class, in front of everybody else? He wasn't sure. He would have to practice; and this was Wednesday. He only had two days to practice.
That evening and the next day, Bones practiced peeing his pants. He discovered that Cola made him have to go worse than water did. He also found out that if he got hard with a full bladder, then rubbed himself off, in a few minutes, he could actually start his pee in his pants with little or no straining.
Friday morning, Bones hid two Colas in his back pack. He'd drink them on the school bus. By the time he got to school, he had to go pretty bad, but he held it in. Not yet, he thought, not yet.
He passed Roger in the hall, who gave him a half hidden thumbs up. Bones returned the gesture. Even Norma gave him a knowing wink. Getting hard would be no problem now.
As they filed into Crome Domes classroom, nobody looked at anybody else. Everybody just sat down, and got ready for Crome Dome the start the class. Surrepticiously, Bones slipped his hand into his pocket, and began playing with himself. Not yet, he decided, but I'll be ready.
Right on schedule, Sarah's hand went up. "Mr. Robb, Can I go...?"
"No, Sarah;" Crome Dome interrupted; "You know the rules. Wait until after class."
Every few minutes, up when another hand, and "No!" echoed around the room.
Bones was ready. He had cummed in his under pants about ten minutes ago. He was soft now, and the pee felt like it was right at the tip of his peepee. His clammy undies begged for more wetness.
Tick went the clock. The class had only ten minutes to go. Bones raised his hand, then pulled it down in response to Crome Dome's scowl. He relaxed and waited. He glanced around and saw Andy straining a little. Norma was biting her lip and straining, too. Everything was working perfectly.
Bones gasped a little, as the first drops came out in his underpants. Instinctively, he shut it off. Come on, come on, he urged his bladder. A slow stream began warming his crotch. It stopped, then started again, stronger this time. Bones held his breath, feeling the warm, cozy sensation between his legs and under his bottom. He glanced down, and saw the growing dark stain on his khaki trousers. Wow, Bones thought; I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it.
As his bladder emptied, Bones glanced around. Norma looked about to cry. Andy was holding back a grin, as were several others. In silence, everyone waited.
The bell set everybody to moving at once. Everybody was standing up. Bones stood up too, grinning. Then he noticed that everybody was staring at him, and nobody else had wet pants -- not Norma, not Andy -- nobody.
"Look, Bones peed his pants." This from Patty Timms. Everybody began laughing and pointing and exclaiming the news. Crome Dome's mouth was open wide enough to swallow a softball.
Bones was stunned. What the hell. Then he realized: He was the prank, and everybody was in on it. Bones felt the blood rush to his face. He grabbed himself, only then feeling a warm trickle down his left thigh, as he peed a little more.
"Bones! Get to the nurse right now," shouted Crome Dome angrily, "And wipe up that pee on the floor!"
Bones ran from the classroom, drawing giggles and hoots as he went. He started to cry. How could he ever come to school again? |
Going on holiday to Cyprus was supposed to be so much fun! My friends, Alice and Barbara had talked me into the idea, but I had my doubts from the start.
"Come on Janice, why don't you join us on holiday before we all go off to university! It will be great - promise you!"
The first day was quite nice, exploring the coast, and lazing in the warm sun, but I found the evening hell! To be honest, I guess I was just not very good at mixing with people, and I really couldn't bear the idea of getting disgustingly drunk!
That first night we all three went into Paphos town and ended up at a big, noisy disco-bar. We all had a drink, and stood around looking at the other people - well the boys for the most part. Barbara was blond and incredibly good looking. She had come in a skimpy skirt, and was being invited out to dance by a local lad almost immediately. Alice just laughed,
"Come on Janice, have another drink, we won't see Barb again for a bit!"
"No, I don't really want another drink so soon - you know I don't drink much."
Alice went off to get another drink for herself, and my heart began to sink. I'd not really brought any clothes for a place like this - and anyway, I was overweight and plain, and I knew fancy clothes would not fix that. I had just come out in a thin jumper and jeans.
Alice wasn't as pretty as Barbara. She wasn't naturally blond, but even so, I had no doubt she would be out there dancing before too long. I went and got myself an orange juice, just really to have something to do - I felt incredibly out of place in that bar. I was only away for a moment.
"Jan - I have just met a rather nice boy, and I'm just going to have a couple of dances with him - I'll be back in a few minutes!"
With that, I was left standing drinking my orange juice, trying to stop tears welling up in my eyes. A few minutes later, I sneaked out and walked along the beach front. Some people were already drunk even though it was only about nine in the evening. I kept walking until I reached a little headland. I had the sand completely to myself, and it was still warm enough to sit and listen to the waves breaking on the shore. The moon had come up, and I felt quite romantic, in a very melancholy sort of way.
I didn't want to get really maudlin, so I tried to cheer myself up with a rather naughty thought. Although nobody back at the bar had got really drunk by the time I left, I knew that things would get pretty wild later, and some of the girls would end up wetting themselves and throwing up.
I could not bear the thought of people throwing up, but secretly, the idea of wetting myself had always seemed kind of fun. I used to do it secretly at home if I had the house to myself for long enough, but I was beginning to wonder if I could get away with wetting myself in public out here - just walking back afterwards, pretending to be drunk.
I looked around to make sure nobody was coming. I'd have to get off the sand and sit on a rock - otherwise I'd end up covered in wet sand!
Was this really such a good idea - suppose Barbara or Alice found my wet jeans - they knew I wouldn't be drunk! I'd just decided not to be so silly, when a sudden wave of determination swept over me. I wasn't going to meet a man, and there was only one bit of fun available for me!
I stood up, took a furtive look round, and did a huge gusher in my jeans! God it naughty to do that, but I enjoyed every warm dirty moment of it. Walking back was not going to be easy, so I decided to sit on the rock a bit longer, listening to the waves, and the distant sounds from the town.
Suddenly, I heard voices! A couple were walking round the headland. The man took a quick look at me,
"Hi love - had a bit too much to drink, I see!"
I cringed as he laughed, and said nothing. I just wanted to get away, but I decided to wait a moment to let them move on a bit. My heart was pounding, and I felt really awful now.
Before I could move, another man on his own came round the same headland. I cringed inwardly, and waited for the inevitable sarcasm.
"Oh hi - its beautiful out here on the beach with nobody else around, isn't it!"
He was quite tall, with black hair and a shirt open at the neck, and he was walking over towards me. For a moment, I thought of running away.
"Yes - my friends took me to the bar over there, but it was a bit too loud and brash for me."
"Me too - I prefer to be alone out here and look at the stars - not that I can see many with that big bright moon!"
I was incredibly self conscious about the state of my jeans, and I nearly turned and ran, but he was so polite!
"By the way, I'm Gavin. Look, tell me if I'm intruding - maybe you just want to be alone."
"Er, its not that, but I really need to get back and change!"
Gavin chuckled slightly, but he was smiling in a nice sort of way, so I didn't run.
"I'm Janice, and its been great meeting you, but I really need to go!"
As I turned to leave, I heard Gavin say,
"I'll be here at around 6 tomorrow evening - so if you find yourself with nothing to do, just come and say hello!"
As I walked back, I couldn't remember if I had even replied to Gavin - it had been so sudden! I couldn't imagine what he wanted with me, and the whole thing was probably just an elaborate joke.
I rinsed out my jeans, had a shower, and got into bed. I was half excited, and also upset. It took ages to get to sleep, and I woke up when Alice turned up. I pretended to be still asleep, as she fell about the room rather noisily. At one point she looked over at me,
"I don't know what to do with you, Janice!"
I shrank inwardly - very glad I was 'officially' asleep!
By next day, I was certain that I'd somehow not understood Gavin properly - maybe he was gay, or trying to lure me into a time-share agreement, or even prostitution! On second thoughts, I decided it couldn't be that last possibility!
Even so, I peeled off from the other two towards the end of the afternoon, and raced back to the room to change. I couldn't live the rest of my life thinking what if.
What did I have to change into? I had only really brought jeans to wear, and all my knickers were the the thick sensible cotton variety. I'd never felt like buying the sexy type when only I would see them, and anyway, cotton knickers were nice to wet in - they went beautifully squishy, and clung to me in a kind of sexy way. For a moment, I thought about 'borrowing' something from Alice, but I'd feel so embarrassed explaining to her why I had needed them! Anyway, even if Gavin did turn up, he would be too busy selling me time-share, or whatever, to even see my knickers.
I got back to the headland slightly early. There were still people there, but they were starting to pack up ready for the evening entertainment. Whatever happened, at least I would not have to visit that horrible disco place again. I had put on some quite sturdy shoes, so that when Gavin failed to turn up, I could go for a long walk on my own.
Gavin was already there - sitting on a rock! This didn't seem real - he was taller and more powerful looking than most of the men there! He couldn't possibly want to meet up with me!
"Oh hi, Janice, its wonderful to see you again!"
We started to walk round the headland away from the crowd. I was tongue-tied and stuck for something to say.
"How about if we walk along the shore for a bit, and then go and get something to eat. I don't really like those loud places in the middle of town, but I know a quiet restaurant a few minutes further inland."
That sounded fine to me. I had been such a bag of nerves, that eating was the last thing on my mind, but somehow Gavin was relaxing me, and I realised that being out all day, had left me quite hungry. After a few minutes Gavin cut inland and found a small Italian pizza place.
"No Gavin, don't get a whole bottle of wine, I don't drink much, I'd just like one glass of wine, please!"
We ordered a veggie pizza and two glasses of wine.
Gavin let his hand accidentally touch mine, and I went all tingly.
"Hmm - just as I thought - you weren't really drunk last night, were you!"
My face flushed red hot, and I was almost stammering.
"I'm sorry, I thought perhaps you hadn't noticed - especially when you asked me out!"
Gavin moved his huge paw over my hand and chuckled in his special way.
"Of course, I noticed - you looked absolutely charming!"
For a moment Gavin actually looked uncertain about what to say next. When he spoke, it was just a whisper.
"I guessed you must have wet yourself deliberately which was awfully sweet, you know!"
Gavin was actually blushing, and I can't even imagine what I looked like. I took another bite of my pizza while I thought what to say, then I picked up my glass - somehow I had drained the whole lot without thinking!
"Um, maybe just this once I need a second glass - but let me pay!"
Gavin called the waiter over and ordered two more glasses of wine, and also some mineral water.
"We don't want to get too dehydrated, do we?"
We got out of the restaurant, nicely full of pizza, and fairly, well, relaxed. At least, I was certainly relaxed! I was not really up to any more serious walking, but Gavin steered us back towards the rocks. I felt incredibly gauche at this kind of game, but somehow, I felt that even if the night went wrong, I'd treasure the memory for ever. I was also pretty sure that after I had said goodnight to Gavin, I'd have another wetting on my way back to the room, I really needed a pee .... but it didn't quite turn out like that!
Gavin put his powerful arm round me as we walked.
"If I'm right about what happened last night, maybe you would like to do it again, just for me!"
"You mean, in my jeans with you watching!"
Gavin said nothing, but just picked me up and sat me on his knee! God, he was strong - to him I was as light as a feather!
"I thought maybe like this - if I don't scare you, of course!"
I couldn't really think clearly, and I just started giggling hysterically.
"Of course I am scared of you, but if I ... well, wet myself .... right here, I might do too much and really soak you!"
Gavin chuckled again.
"And if you really soak me like that, there is a real danger I shall start kissing you!"
I giggled again, but somehow snuggled further into his lap. I still only meant to do a little drop - just enough for Gavin to see on my jeans, but I was a bit drunk, and somehow Gavin squeezed me just at the wrong moment! I just seemed to turn liquid below the waist!
I'd often imagined what my first real kiss would be like. Nothing prepared me for this. One moment we were two polite people sitting talking to each other rather shyly, the next, absolutely everything was wet and intimate! Our mouths were wet, we were wet lower down, and Gavin's hands seemed to be working hard to spread my wetness everywhere in between.
Somehow we made it back without too many comments from the crowds of people in the street. I guessed that Gavin's obvious strength might have something to do with that. We stopped at my place briefly so I could collect a few things for the night and scribble a quick note to Alice and Barbara - then we were off to Gavin's place.
We seemed to get down to our underclothes almost as we got through the door. I was still a bit scared that Gavin wouldn't like me in the full glare of electric light, but he left the light off - just letting the moonlight shine on us.
"Sorry about the panties - I wasn't quite expecting this!"
"They look exquisitely wet to me, but I'll help you take them off if you like!"
Then he was kissing my legs. I knew they were pee-wet, and I was embarrassed as hell. Further up I knew I must really smell of pee, and I was sticky wet as well. I didn't really know whether it was OK to be like that - I'd never been even close to this situation before.
Even so, there was no way I would try to stop Gavin now. His tongue went right into me! God, I was so wet and slippery down there, and he just pushed deeper and deeper as I ground against his face!
There was much more - all of it totally incredible - until we collapsed on the bed and actually slept for a bit!
We bumped into Alice and Barbara as we set off to the beach late the following morning. I could see Alice's eyes open as she took in Gavin - she almost looked stunned. I had my arm round him. He was mine, and I felt incredibly proud - I knew it was going to be a wonderful holiday!
Edited July 28, 2017 by David_E
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18 yr old Emily had just graduated high school, and she was preparing to start her summer job as a lifeguard before going off to college. Today was the day she had scheduled to take her drug test that all new employees of the park district were required to take.
*BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP* Emily's 9:00 alarm sounded, and she slowly woke up as she turned it off. She glanced at her phone and saw the time. She knew she didn't have much time to get ready for her 10:00 appointment. Emily's plan was to just hold her pee until she got to the doctor's office, but her bladder was cooperating. She woke up with he thighs pushed tightly together and her bladder feeling like an overstretched water balloon. "OOOoohhhh," she moaned, as she struggled to hold the flood of pee in. There was no way she could make it to the doctor without peeing her pants. She got out of bed, wearing only a bright red thong. She quickly waddled to the bathroom and released a rush of pee as soon as she sat down on the toilet.
She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, and began getting dressed. She wore a white bra, a red t shirt, and tight, black spandex shorts. She looked at the time. 9:20. She put on her black flip flops and headed out the door. She knew she'd have to get something to drink on the way there or else she wouldn't have to pee. She pulled into the nearest McDonalds drive thru and ordered a large iced coffee. Her bladder was ridiculously small, but she needed to fill it up quickly so she'd be able to do her drug test. She got her drink and headed toward the doctors office. It was already 9:35. She started chugging her iced coffee. It tasted so good and gave her a slight energy boost, which she needed after staying up late the night before. Once she was about halfway done with her coffee, she pulled into the parking lot. She had 10 minutes to get herself checked in. With half the coffee already in her system, her bladder was just starting to fill up. If she concentrated hard enough, she could just barely feel the urge to pee.
She walked inside, still chugging her coffee, and met a lady at the front desk. Emily gave her name and the lady introduced herself as Steffany.
"Alright, looks like we're doing a simple drug test today," Steffany confirmed.
"Yep, thats right," Emily replied.
"Your appointment is at 10:00, so I need to ask this since we're getting close.... Do you have to go to the bathroom?"
"A little bit," Emily said. "Im drinking this coffee to make me have to go"
"Ok, great! But since you don't need to urinate yet, we will need you to drink this bottle of water before we get started." Steffany was very professional about the way she explained things. She handed Emily a 16.9 oz bottle of water and showed her to a seat in the waiting room.
After a few minutes passed, Emily finished her coffee and the urge to pee was starting to growing. It was not 10:01, and Emily was wondering when the doctor would call her in. Steffany peeked over the counter and noticed Emily hadn't started drinking the water yet. She walked over to Emily's chair and said "You need to hurry up and drink your water, or else we won't be able to do your drug test,"
"I'm fine, I don't need it," Emily insisted. "When will the doctor call me in?"
"I let her know you won't be ready until you finish your water and need to urinate."
"I already need to, though." Emily was very comfortable with her body, but she was always shy when it came to talking about her bodily functions with strangers.
"You need to drink your water first," Steffany reassured.
Emily began drinking the water. Over the next 15 minutes, she steadily drank half the bottle. By now, Emily's bladder was filling up fast! She sat in the chair with her legs crossed, bouncing her feet up and down. Her stomach felt full from everything she drank, and she wanted to get into the office before she peed her pants. She walked up the counter and asked Staffany when it was going to be her turn.
"I know your appointment was at 10, but if someone comes in and says they don't feel the need to urinate, we have to make them drink a bottle of water first." Steffany sternly explained.
"But I drank a ton of coffee too. I need to go!" Emily replied, shuffling in desperation.
"Well, you need to finish your water first! Then we'll get you in. That's our rule."
Emily sat back down and started drinking her water again. Her bladder was getting full and she had to keep her thighs pushed together to keep herself from leaking. With each drink she took, she felt her bladder becoming fuller and fuller. She finally swallowed the last sip from her water bottle. Her bladder felt so heavy that it was hard for her to hold it. She walked up to the counter and told her need to Steffany. "I drank all the water, and I really need to go!"
"You feel the urge to urinate?" Steffany asked.
"Yeah!!!"
"Ok. Follow me, and we'll get you to the doctor." Steffany escorted Emily back into a room with a bed and a row of cabinets, just your typical doctor's office.
"Hi Emily, Im Ariel. Ill be your doctor today," A mid-30s lady in scrubs greeted Emily and closed the door. "I understand we're just here a drug test. Let me ask you a question... Do you feel like you need to go to the bathroom?"
"Yes!" Emily said, pee dancing as she met the doctor. Her tight spandex shorts were pressing against her bladder, increasing her need for release. Her bladder felt like it could burst at any minute. All the coffee and water she drank went straight through her and ended up in her tiny bladder. Her hand was pressed deep into her crotch as she danced from one foot to the other.
"Ok, you are wearing underwear, right?" Ariel asked.
"Uhhh, no." Emily said. She wasn't wearing anything beneath her spandex shorts.
"Ok, well usually we'd have you take off your pants and then we'd send you into the bathroom to fill up the cup." Ariel explained. "This helps us make sure no one is sneaking anything in with them. But since you aren't wearing underwear, Ill need you to take off your shorts for me.
Emily flung off her flip flops and carefully peeled off her shorts. She spotted a small wet spot right in the middle. She didn't even feel any leaks! She danced around some more as the doctor prepared the sample cup. Another small drip escaped and ran down Emily's leg. Ariel handed Emily the cup and said "Alright now hold still. I need you to fill up this cup."
Emily positioned the cup right under her pee hole and released a thick stream of clear pee! Before she knew it, the cup was filled! She tried to stop the flow but she couldn't cut it off in time and the dribbled on the floor. A few more drops escaped and Emily blushed in embarrassment. There was now a small puddle on the floor and Emily's feet were wet too!
"Someone needs to go potty!" Ariel smiled and laughed. She assured Emily not to worry about the puddle. "It ok, it happens. It must have been hard to stop the flow!"
"It was! I drank so much and I have a really small bladder. Can I please go pee?" Emily pleaded for permission to use the bathroom. Her bladder was still full, as she had to go so bad!
"Ok just a second, and Ill show you where its at. You need to put your shorts back on."
Emily slipped her shorts back on, but left her flip flops off. She loved being barefoot. "How far away is the bathroom?"
"Its a little ways. We'll go in a second."
"ooohh," Emily moaned as she began pee dancing again.
"Are you ok?" Ariel asked as she got up from her chair.
"Yeah. I just need to go pee really bad!"
They both walked down the hall to the bathroom. Ariel opened the door and showed Emily where the toilet was. Emily closed the door and ripped off her shorts. She sat on the toilet and let out a rush of pee! She moaned, as it felt so good! "I dont know how Im ever going to make it through these 5 hour shifts at the pool without a bathroom break," she said to herself. |
Emily arrived at the pool for her first day of work. It was 4:00 and she worked till 9:00 when the pool closed. She peed and changed right before she left the house. She hadn't gotten her uniform yet, so she just wore one of her bikinis. It was all black and she wore white denim shorts and black flip flops.
"Hi there, Emily! How are you today?" said one of the girls working there. "Im Grace. Ill be showing you around today," Grace was slightly chubby but she still had a nice figure. She was wearing the bright red lifeguard bikini, and she carried around a nearly empty water bottle. Grace began walking Emily around the pool and showing her where everything was. "Now, I know you did this last year too, but I just want to make sure you're up to speed," Grace gently explained. The two girls walked into the building. You had to go through the bathroom and shower room to get to the pool from outside. "Ok, now this is where the bathrooms are. Now, remember, you only get to go at the beginning of your shift and then at the end. I'm only going to be here long enough for you to get comfortable with your surroundings before I leave." They walked into a small closet next to the showers. Grace showed Emily where her locker was to put her stuff. "Ok, so you'll need to take off your shorts now."
Emily unzipped and pulled off her shorts. Grace opened a locker door so she could put her shorts inside. "Dont forget your flip flops, silly! You have to go barefoot out there," Grace reminded Emily.
Next, the two girls walked out to the lifeguard stands and Grace ran through the rules off the pool. "Ok, now that Im done going over everything, Im going to leave. I brought you a bottle of water to drink to keep yourself hydrated. If you need anything, just send me a text," Grace smiled and walked out the door, into the bathroom.
Grace went to the locker room to change clothes. She took off her bikini and put on a pair of black spandex shorts and a bright blue tank top. All the water she drank throughout the afternoon was finally catching up to her, so she decided to go pee before she left. She had to go pretty badly but she wasn't desperate yet. She walked over to the only bathroom stall but the door was closed. She knocked and heard a voice say "Just a minute!!!!"... Grace wasn't desperate yet, so she just decided to wait till she got home.
Emily looked at her phone: 5:53. She had drank most of her 20 oz bottle of water, so she was desperate to pee! She was bouncing her thighs back and forth. How could she have to pee this badly already? She hadn't even been there 2 hours yet!!! She knew Grace somewhat and felt comfortable talking to her, so she decided to send her a text.
Emily: Hey grace... what do you do if you need to go to the bathroom?
Emily waited a response and quickly got one...
Grace: you have to hold it. theres no one else there to watch the pool
Emily knew she couldn't make it till 9:00, but she had no choice. There was a young mother and daughter at the other end of the pool so she for sure couldn't leave it unattended. Emily continued to hold her bladder muscles tight. Emily looked at her phone again: 6:01. It felt like an eternity had passed but yet it was only a few minutes. 'Ooooohhh, I need to go pee so bad' Emily said to herself. She pushed one hand in between her legs to hold her bladder shut. Emily's tiny bladder was filled with water and it was becoming harder and harder for her to hold it.
Before too long, the mother and daughter came walking up to Emily. The mother looked at her daughter and said "Ok, Mommy really needs to go potty, Ill be right back," The mother then looked at Emily and said, "Can you please watch her for a minute?" and before Emily could answer, the mother squeezed her legs together and pleaded, "I reallyyyy need to go to the bathroom!"
"Uhh yeah sure," Emily replied. The woman then marched into the bathroom leaving her daughter with Emily. This didn't make it any easier for Emily to hold her poor, heavy bladder. Emily pushed her thighs together as tightly as she could. It was now 6:13. The mother walked out of the bathroom and began swimming with her daughter again. The sound of the splashing water was too much for Emily to bare, and small leak escaped into her bikini.
By fidgeting in her chair and pushing her thighs together, Emily managed to hang on for a bit longer... It was now 6:25. The mother and daughter at the other end of the pool got up and headed toward the door. Emily waited a bit for them to get into the car and decided she could sneak into the bathroom and finally release her full bladder. She hopped off the chair and immediately noticed another car pull up. She began dancing and squirming. Emily noticed a familiar face getting out of the car. It was Grace. Emily ran to the fence and yelled to get Grace's attention.
"Grace! Can you please cover for me so I have a bathroom break!!!"
"No, I cant Emily. I just need to get something I forgot in my locker." Grace walked into the locker room and opened her locker. Emily followed her in, squirming the whole way. Grace opened her locker and pulled out a pair of sandals. "I accidentally left these here eariler, I wore my flip flops home," Grace explained. "Hows everything going?"
Emily tried to hide her desperation, but continued to squirm a bit. "Oh its alright. Its been pretty slow here tonight."
Grace could see the desperation but didn't know just how bad it was. "You could probably close up a little early tonight if it stays slow, but I wouldn't leave any sooner than 8:30. Just remember to stay hydrated but don't drink too much. I've struggled to make it all night without going to the bathroom a few times. But you'll be fine," Grace then turned around the left. Emily waited for Grace to leave the parking lot before going pee. She didn't want to risk getting caught taking a break without permission. She danced around by the pool waiting for Grace to leave. She glanced at her phone again. 6:37. As soon as Grace left, another car pulled up. Emily sat back down in the chair, knowing her hope for a break as crushed. She crossed her legs and shoved both hands into her crotch. Her bladder was throbbing by now. Another dribble of pee escape as Emily moaned. She could barely hold on any longer. Suddenly, Emily felt a warm sensation in her panties. "No, I cant be doing this!" she said to herself. Just then, the door opened and the mother from eariler came in with one of her friends. They sat down next to the pool and carried on conversation. Emily managed to stop the flow but not for long. After a few more seconds, Emily's overstretched bladder finally released. Pee flowed out, into Emily's bikini and dripped onto the concrete. A sigh of relief escaped Emily's lungs. She had never released a flow of pee that hard before.
It was getting dark out, the Emily looked at her phone once again. 8:27. It was time to close, since everyone had left a long time ago. Emily turned off all the lights and locked the doors. She peeled off her bikini top and her still damp bikini bottoms. Throwing the shower curtain back, she hopped in and turned on the water. She had locked all the doors to have the shower all to herself before going home. |
Hello,
this is my first post. It was heavily inspired by "Times of Desperation" by DespMely, I hope it's okay to draw inspiration from other authors. If not, please delete this! if you have any requests or suggestions how the story might continue, feel free to offer them, I might work them into it. If you like it I will post another chapter soon.
This contains queueing, wetting and male and female desperation (mainly pee, a bit poo too, but no scat).
At the Table - this chapter finds our protagonists trapped at a banquet table with way to many courses
Lady Miriam sighed as the waiter filled up her glass once more. The glittering stream of lightly coloured white wine made her wince as she thought of another sort of stream of a similar colour she would like to unleash. She changed her sitting position once more, recrossing her legs the other way around. It was just no use! She had been sitting at this banquet for hours and as one of the guests of honour she couldn't possibly leave her seat before her hosts did. She had been invited to the yearly ball by Duke Merryweather and his wife. They were gracious and very generous hosts so the glasses were filled regularly with the best wine in the country. There were corresponding drinks with all the courses and on many occasions on which different attendants of the banquet rose, gave a short toast and raised their glass. They had drunk to the pope, the king, the queen, several noblemen that had died the previous year and a whole bunch of other people. And for every one of them you had to drown your glass. Miriam hated them all at this moment. She could feel every single one of these people in her bladder in the form of a swift pang every few minutes.
She sighed again and shifter her weight uncomfortably. When she looked up she saw the waiters bring in trays full of sweet treats and fruit. Finally! A sweet course! That would mean the dinner would be over soon. Usually there were two or three rounds of different sweets and maybe some cheese. But after that hopefully the strict rules of the dinner would be lifted and she would finally be able to look for the nearby privy.
She bit her lip and chose a few treats from the offered tray. She already felt stuffed and uncomfortable, as if her full stomach was adding pressure to her aching bladder, but she knew she mustn't offend her hosts by not eating at least a little of each course. Her fingers involuntarily grabbed the fabric of her dress above her knee as a waiter filled her empty glass with a amber coloured liquid. The tinkle of the liquid flowing into the glass was nearly to much to bear.
While she nibbled on a sweet pastry she looked around the table. Right next to her was Isabelle, a young lady of high birth she had met several times before. They got along well and Miriam smiled as she saw how Isabelle's lips tightened when the waiter poured her a fresh drink. They had talked about this problem before, at nearly every banquet of this sort both of them struggled with their bladders. And how stupid this all was! Several hours of food and drinks and no way to relieve yourself without being utterly rude!
And the girls didn't seem to be the only ones who were having trouble either. She saw several strained faces and even one or two ladies who had one of their hands hidden below the table, possibly to hold themselves as best as possible in their festive gowns.
On Miriam's right Sir Jaime was droning on and on about some tourney he had fought in this summer and how exactly he had unseated his opponent. Miriam's only duty was to look mildly interested and to nod and say “Oh really? Did you? How brave of you!” on occasion. Sir Jaime was a few years older than her and her parents viewed him as a suitable candidate for marriage. He was dull, but handsome and Miriam thought she could probably do worse than him. But having no distraction through an interesting conversation didn't exactly help her to cope with her ever filling bladder.
Her her hand shook slightly as she raised her glass to her lips and nipped a bit of the drink. It was quite a strong sweet wine and she could pretty much feel every single drop of it running down her throat and joining the copious amounts of liquid in her bladder. She pressed her thighs together under her dress. How much longer could this dinner take?! With relieve she noticed the waiters clearing the tables again and bringing out another course of sweets.
Miriam's desperation continued through the next course, her hands shaking more and her legs crossed tightly under her dress. During the third course of sweets she noticed Lady Precilla, a slighlty older woman, maybe in her forties, clamp her stomach. The Lady was sitting a few places away from her around a corner of the table, so Miriam could see her face and upper body over the table. She was sweating visibly and leaned slightly forwards, her lips pressed so tightly together that they were white. Suddenly, she closed her eyes as if she were in great pain, clutching her stomach again and then opened them with a look of horror. With shaking fingers she put down her knife and fork and dabbed her lips delicately with her napkin. Her face covered in tiny droplets of sweat and with an audible strain in her voice, she leaned forward to their hosts: “I am terribly sorry, but I do have to leave the table for a moment, your highness. Please forgive me, but it's utterly necessary.” The Duchess looked quite shocked at this rude breach of protocol, but waved her away graciously: “Of course my dear Precilla, go if you must.” With a look of relief Lady Precilla got up in such a hurry that she nearly toppled over her chair instead of waiting for a page to pull it out for her. She turned, her face beet red, from the table while everyone was staring at her and left the room in a hurry, her veil and dress rustling behind her.
Miriam grinned to herself and shared a wordless exchange of raised eyebrows with Isabelle. They both knew what must have happened. The Lady had not been able to control either her bladder or her stomach and because she didn't want to soil herself completely at the table, she had chosen the lesser embarrassment of leaving the hall while dinner was still ongoing. The other guests and the hosts didn't seem as understanding as she and Isabelle were. From all sides there was disgusted muttering about this rudeness and utter lack of manners. Miriam entertained herself for a second with the thought how the other guests would have reacted to Lady Precilla wetting herself or – even worse – messing herself right there at the table, but she was brought back to reality moments later by another sharp jolt in her bladder. This was getting very very urgent indeed. She glanced at Isabelle who seemed in no better state. Her fingers were tightened around her dessert spoon so much that the knuckles shone with through the skin and Miriam imagined that she could see her friend's swollen bladder under her dress. But that was probably just imagination brought on by her own desperate need.
Finally the cheese course arrived. Lady Precilla had not returned to the hall yet. Miriam mused, if that was because the lady was still on the privy getting rid of whatever was bothering her or if she couldn't face the shame of having to walk back into the hall and have everyone stare at her again.
Miriam shifted her weight again and tried to press her crotch against the chair. If this dinner wouldn't end soon she herself would have to consider something as drastic as Lady Precilla. But no, she couldn't do it. Not after she had witnessed the other guests reactions. There was no other way, she would have to hold it until the banquet was officially over.
Her boring neighbour Sir Jaime had turned towards the lady on his right and was telling her all his fascinating stories, so she leaned over to Isabelle and whispered: “This is bad, isn't it? If I don't get to a privy soon, I will soil myself right in this chair.”. Isabelle chuckled silently but answered in a serious tone: “You do realize that every woman in this room is in the same place as we are and probably a good portion of the men too. So even if the dinner ends soon, we have to pray that there will be more than one privy and no queue.”. She grinned bitterly at Miriam's looks of horror. She hadn't thought about that! This castle wasn't really built for this many guests especially not for them having to use the privy all at the same time! She felt her neck and palms getting slightly sweaty and her bladder gave another twinge. |
Thank you very much! Here's the next chapter for you all. In this chapter there will be mentions of poo desperation and pooing, but no messing happens in the story.
Chapter Four - this chapter sees one our protagonists reach for truly desperate solutions
The door to the privy opened and the stiff-backed Lady in front of the queue nearly ran over the man leaving the little chamber as she hurried inside. They could hear her making some small angry noises and a lot of rustling of fabric, as the Lady inside the privy hoisted up her many skirts and untied her silken underwear. Then there was a guttural moan of relief and the noise of water hitting the stagnant water that was in the bottom of the privy. The noise made Miriam bite her teeth together and knot her legs around each other even tighter. She could feel a few drops escaping her. She hoped that those would not stain the fabric of her underskirts, but right now it felt like the thin fabric of her underwear was still able to absorb the liquid. But it made her worry, because there were still four people before her in line and if she was already leaking, how would she be able to hold her pee until she got into the privy?
Miriam was ripped out of these musings as she heard the nobleman second in line grunting to himself “God damnit, this is taking way to long!” she had never seen a man in this kind of distress, usually they seemed to be much better at holding than the women were and they didn't let the a young woman notice otherwise anyways. But the man in front of her seemed to loose all sense of decorum as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other and kneaded his crotch trought the thin fabric of his pants.
The noise of splattering water from the privy had stopped and they could hear the lady rearranging her many skirts and dresses. Miriam wished she would hurry up, but she knew the woman would not come out of there unless her gown was looking proper again. The young girl in front of the door had begun to hop up and down, her upper body bent over and her hand jammed between her legs in utter desperation. Miriam could hear her muttering “Please, please, please, please....” as she danced frantically, trying to contain herself until the privy door opened.
The waitress in front of Miriam seemed to have another problem that added to her distress. Miriam could hear her stomach growling and the girl held her belly as if she was in great pain. Looking down Miriam could see that the girls butt cheeks were clenched tightly under her dress. She seemed to have another need besides having to pee as the rest of them. This would take even longer to resolve than a quick pee for everyone. Miriam's courage faltered even more. If the woman in front of her needed to poo too, it would take her even longer to reach the privy. While she still thought about this, the waitresses stomach made another loud gurgling noise and the woman drew in her breath sharply, clutching one hand to her belly and the other over her clenched butt. It probably didn't help much, but the woman seemed utterly desperate to relief herself.
Finally the handle turned and the lady stepped out of the chamber. She stepped aside as the young maid swiftly ran into the chamber, already pulling up her skirts. She was unable to get her underwear off or close the door, her whole focus seemed to be to get onto the privy before her floodgates opened completely. Miriam could see a wet patch grow between her legs as she fell onto the seat of the privy and let out a sigh of relief. She was pissing right through her soaked underwear. The maid hurriedly closed the door as the gushing grew louder, her face red but very pleased.
Miriam tried to ignore the noise as best as she could, but the sound of the girls rushing piss seemed to signal to her bladder that this was the place to pee. She needed all her strength to stop another leak from soiling her clothes. Her muscles were tight and started hurting, her abdomen felt hard and swollen and she could feel sweat trickling down her back.
But apparently she was still better off than the Nobleman who now stood in front of the door. He was getting more and more restless, when suddenly he burst out in a grunt: “I can't do it, I just can't! God damn it!” and Miriam's utter shock he took two steps over to an ornamental vase that stood along the corridor. One of his hands ripped down the front of his pants and the other grabbed his penis out of the opening. It was already spewing pee as he pointed it in the direction of the the vase and let loose completely. He arched his back and let our a deep moan of pleasure and relief. His stream hit the vase with tremendous force and made a terrible splattering noise that pushed Miriam's desperation even further.
While the man was still pissing into the vase the door of the privy opened and a very embarrassed yet still very relieved looking maid came out of the chamber. The waitress who had led Miriam to the privy rushed in. She managed to close the door, tapping her feet frantically and they could hear a quick rustling of fabric and then a soft moan and a the noise of something solid falling into water. Moments later the sound of rushing pee was added and once again the noise made Miriam wince. She could feel another spurt escaping her despite her clenched muscles. A trickle of warm liquid ran down her leg, ending somewhere above her knee before she could stop the flow once again. This wouldn't work! If she didn't get into the privy very very soon she would loose control completely and soil herself right here in this hallway. The nobleman had finished his business in the vase and had slunk away quickly without looking back at anyone. Now that his need was taken care of the embarrassment about what he had done in his desperation seemed to have come back to him. He would probably leave the castle as fast he could before anyone could ask him about the vase or the prominent wet spot on the front of his trousers. |
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Last Chapter - a fulminant finale to our story
Miriam felt another trickle of pee run down between her clenched thighs and she knew she had only seconds to spare before her bladder would give up on her. She frantically started knocking on the privy door: “Please hurry! I am about to wet myself! Please! I need to get in there!” She could hear the panic and the hint of tears in her voice and her heart fell as she heard the answer from the woman inside: “I am very sorry, but err... I think I need another moment...” This statement was accompanied by another splash of something falling into the water. Miriam could feel tears burning in her tightly closed eyes. Her hand was wrenched between her legs to add every ounce of pressure she could to her burning opening. To keep the flood in for a few more moments. She could do it! She would not soil herself right here in this hallway. She just wouldn't.
But the pressure was overwhelming and she could feel another few ounces of liquid escape her. The fabric she had bunched between her legs together with her hand became slightly damp and she bent over even more. Please, please, please, please... Just get out of there! Let me relieve myself! Please! She silently begged for the door to open, but there were still noises of the woman in there relieving herself and grunting quietly.
Isabelle watched her friend with a mixture of pity and arousal. She could see that Miriam was in pain and very desperate, but she still felt light headed because of how hot it was to watch. When the nobleman had given into his desperation by pissing shamelessly into the vase, she had felt her nipples harden even more. They were visible even through her gown by now. With every rubbing of her thighs her clitoris screamed for attention from her fingers. Her labia were swollen and slick with moisture. Isabelle wasn't entirely sure if the wetness was only a result of her arousal or if one or two spurts of urine had already escaped her. Her bladder throbbed nearly as bad as her clitoris, she was on the brink of loosing control, just like Miriam.
When her friend started pounding on the privy door Isabelle felt sure for a second that she was about to cum from arousal alone, without even touching herself, but the frantic pleading and dancing of her friend did not push her over the edge entirely. She understood perfectly where Miriam's panic was coming from though. A few more minutes of the girl in there relieving herself and she and Miriam would be standing in a shared puddle of pee. At this thought Isabelle could feel her clenched muscles giving way for a moment and a surprisingly long spurt of pee gushed into her undergarments. The hot liquid soaked the thin fabric and she could feel it clinging to her legs, cupping her crotch. The wet material felt nice on her sensitive vulva and she let out a soft moan. She managed to stop the leak before it became visible from the outside, but she knew she didn't have long now to get to the privy.
For a moment she thought about something desperate like the Nobleman had done, but there was nothing in view that was low enough to squat over and if she went somewhere to look for another place to relief herself, she was sure she would loose her battle within the first steps she took. She could barely stand upright at this point, walking around was out of the question.
Miriam whimpered and clutched herself, her upper body bent nearly double, her knees also bent, her butt wiggling up and down. At long last they could hear the woman inside get up and rearrange her dress. The privy door opened and the waitress quickly stepped aside to allow Miriam entrance. Her whimpering and moaning got louder as she tried to hobble inside the privy. She was so close to reaching her goal! But as she lifted her right leg a few centimetres to step over the door sill her bladder finally gave way to the floods she had been keeping inside her for so long. Pee started to run down her legs without any control. Miriam stood as if struck by lightning, one foot inside the privy chamber, one foot still in the hallway. She was unable to move, she moaned and sighed. First in despair about having lost her battle so close to the end and then, as an incredible feeling of relief swept her body her moans became more pleasurable and almost sexual.
Isabelle's eyes grew wide as she witnessed her friends utter loss of control. She watched a dark spot form on the back of her dress and spread rapidly. Her friends moans of relief aroused Isabelle even more, Miriam sounded as if she was pleasuring herself. But through the haze of horniness that clouded Isabelle's brain, her bladder sent another urgent signal, telling her quite clearly that she would suffer the same fate as her friend if she didn't get on the privy NOW. She stepped up to Miriam in minuscule steps. Her friend looked up at her, gave a defeated whimper and stepped aside to allow Isabelle to keep the dignity she had already lost.
Isabelle hurried as much as she could. She too lost another spurt of urine as she stepped other the threshold of the privy. With trembling fingers she closed the door behind her and gathered up her skirts around her. There as no time to get off her underwear, she was loosing more and more small spurts, so she sat down on the privy with her bottoms still on and let loose. Her pee rushed out of her with tremendous force, the thin fabric of her underwear was no real barrier to it. Her pee splattered noisily into the privy, but it still soaked the fabric up to her butt and up her abdomen. She couldn't suppress a moan as she felt the floods she had suppressed for so long gushing out of her. Her stream was so forceful that it made her whole vulva vibrate slightly. Her clitoris was screaming for her touch and Isabelle could no longer suppress the urge to touch herself. She shoved her hand into her underwear while still peeing and found her swollen and aching clitoris. When she first touched it her back arched and she felt close to fainting. A few determined rubs were enough to push her over the edge. With the last trickles of her pent up pee leaving her body she finally came with a shudder and a loud moan. |
Author's note: This is a fanfic based on the nineties dub of sailor moon. It takes place when before Amy Rei and Serena met the other scouts. I am looking to improve my writing so all criticism/comments are welcome.
Serena's desperate date
Serena, Rei and Amy had been studying for their mid term exams all afternoon. Well Amy and Rei were studying, Serena was goofing off, reading Rei's Sailor V comics and chugging away at Rei's sodas while munching chips. The girls had gotten together at Rei's house that day after school to study. Rei had surrounded herself with a rather large collection of books. Amy had so many books she could start her own library. Serena on the other hand, never took any of hers home. Serena was being her regular lazy self; laughing loudly at the comics and crunching potato chips. Serena's extreme laziness was becoming a nuisance to the others. "For goodness sake serena, how many sodas did you drink?" Rei asked angrily. "And why aren't you studying? I doubt sailor v is on your test." Serena burst into tears whining. "Waaaahhh, Rei why are you so mean? I just wanted to take a break, studying is so hard." "Come on you two." Chimed in Amy. "No!" Interjected Rei "We were supposed to study. Serena just came to read my comics and chug..." Rei paused to do a quick count of Serena's finished soda cans."Seven sodas!? Serena, you need to focus more in life! You're extremely lazy." "I'm sick of you picking on me all the time Rei!" Serena began packing up her belongings in her backpack. "I don't need this, I'm leaving. "Good, go!" Serena stormed out of Rei's house and slammed the door. Shortly after, Serena would regret her brash exit.
While distracted reading comics, Serena did not notice her ever increasing need to pee from all that soda she drank. "Oh, maybe i shouldv'e gone to pee before throughing that fit at Rei's. I can't go back after that fight; and home is a pretty far walk. I know, the arcade isn't too far, I'll pee there." Serena contiued her walk to the arcade. Her need to pee was definitely noticeable but not critical. She thought she could ignore it by putting her mind on something else. " Hmmm, i hope i run into Andrew. He's so nice. I just hope that jerk Darien doent's show up. What a creep, doen't he have anything better to do than pick of middle schoolers?" Serena's tactic worked, and before she knew it she was at the arcade. Once she arrived, her mind snapped out of thinking of boys and her focus returned to her bladder, which was begining to become critical. "Oh finally! I feel like i'm gonna burst." Serena made her way towards the bathhroom. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked back startled. "Hey Serena." "yo meatball head!" There were Andrew and Darien. Serena answered excitedly. "Hey Andrew!" She then turned to darien with a look of sheer apathy. "And hey Darien." "Andrew and I were just on our way to dinner, see ya meatball head." "Hey Darien, that's not nice. Sorry about him, wanna come eat with us Serena? Were going to this great pastry shop." "I'd love to come! Let's go!" Serena forgot all about her bladder as she went with the guys.
On the walk to the pastry shop Serena's bladder was beginning to become a real problem for her. She knew she should relieve herself asap, yet she did not want to leave Andrew's side. She also didn't want to seem like a little kid, unable to hold it in, in front of her older friends. Then there was the thought of Darien cracking a joke on the matter. Walking was beginning to become difficult to do without fidgeting. She tried her best to walk normally despite the intense pressure in her abdomen. It wasn't easy, but Serena managed to walk all the way to the restaurant without drawing any attention to her condition.
They soon arrived at the shop. The three of them took their seats and they checked their menus. Serena was having trouble focusing on her menu as she was too focused on her now aching, full bladder. "Oh i really need to pee!" Serena thought to herself as she fidgeted in her seat. " But ooooh, it's so embarrassing for a girl to admit this to two older guys. Besides, i don't want to leave Andrew's side, this is like a date!" Serena's train of thought was abruptly interrupted. "Uhh Serena, are you okay? You've been fidgeting a lot." Serena's thoughts were interrupted as she looked up to see a concerned Andrew. Darien chimed in. " Yo meatball head, if you need to pee its down the hall." Serena was embarrassed upon realising her desperation was so noticeable to others; and she was fuming at Darien's crude remarks. Serena knew that the wise thing to do would be to just swallow her pride and go relieve herself, but for her it was just too embarrassing a thought. Serena snobbishly put her nose up to the side. "Hmm! What a rude joke to make. I'm perfectly fine thank you very much!" "OK, OK, relax, just asking." Darien and Andrew proceeded to talk to each other about some college assignment. Serena wanted to join the conversation but she needed all her mental energy to focus on her now critical bladder.
A short while had passed, and Serena was really regretting her decision to not swallow her pride and just admit her need to pee. She didn't even understand it herself; why was it so embarrassing to admit? Serena didn't know why, she knew it just was. "Oh great move!" Serena thought to herself. "I have to pee worse than iv'e ever had to before. It can't be that embarrassing to just admit it and go." Serena tried her best to hide her desperation; but she was having a hard time concealing her constant crotch grabbing and fidgeting. "Ohhhh! It feels like a whole river is trying to get out of my bladder. I must go! I can't hold it much longer." Serena was sweating profusely and shaking her legs in a seemingly hopeless attempt to keep her panties dry. "This is it; I'm gonna go, it's silly, nothing embarrassing about pee." Serena got up to make her way to the bathroom. She had to push her body up with her hands as most of her lower body was focusing on her bladder. "Uhh Andrew..." As serena was about to excuse her self, when she felt a massive wave of pressure in her abdomen. Just then Serena let out a spurt of pee. "Oh no, I must hurry!" Serena tried running towards the bathroom; after a few steps she couldn't take it anymore. Serena began to spurt out pee. She tried crabbing her crotch with all her might and crossing her legs but the flow continued. First Serena managed to keep it to a slow drizzle but eventually it just started pouring out of her. A long, powerful, seemingly endless stream flowed out of Serena. It left her panties completely drenched, made several wet spots on her skirt and left a sizeable puddle on the floor.
Serena couldn't believe it. She had fought so hard to avoid embarrassment and now the most humiliating thing of her life happened. The entire restaurant had their eyes on her. Serena wanted to run but she was so mortified all she could do was drop to her knees and begin weeping. "Wahhhh" Just then Darien got up. "Hey Serena, here you go." Darien handed his sweater to Serena to put around her waist and cover some of her stains. He then put his arm around her in a comforting, brotherly fashion and escorted her out of the restaurant. The too walk briskly until they found a little secluded alley so they could talk privately.
Serena, still sobbing mustered up a show of gratitude. "Thanks Darien." "Serena, you could've gone to the bathroom in there you know..." "I was too embarrassed. I thought you'd make a joke, or call me something like... Meat ball bladder if I went to the bathroom." Darien wiped away a tear on Serena's face. "I only tease you cause I like you... like a little sister." Serena smiled and blushed a little. After a short conversation the two went their separate ways. "Wow" thought Serena. "He was so nice today. The way he came in and saved me was so heroic. He's just like Tuxedo Mask." Suddenly Darien called out to Serena. "Yo meatball head! Make sure to wash my sweater before returning it OK?" Serena's mood quickly soured again. "Oh as if that jerk has anything in common with my Tuxedo mask. |
As a kid, I loved Power Rangers and always wanted to be one--especially getting beaten up while suited up. I don't know why I have this kink, but oh well! Anyway, special thanks to @Donuts are omo for giving me a few ideas with the story. As thanks, she's the Pink Ranger and I am the Blue Ranger. Enjoy!
It was another sunny, hot and beautiful day in Angel Grove. School has been cut short for two weeks as students concentrated on their extra-curricular activities to help boost their college applications.
The five teen-aged Power Rangers were no exception—when not dawning their flashy power suits and summoned to fight off hordes of monsters, they lived mostly normal lives:
Brandon was the Red Ranger—the leader of the group. His sense of justice and willpower made him a natural leader, as well as an excellent martial arts instructor. He was at Angel Grove Dojo, teaching a basic self-defense class.
Samantha was the Yellow Ranger—her patience and virtue propelled her position in the group as a “mother-like” figure for the group—everyone in the group has confided their issues with her at least once. She often did community outreach—in preparation for summer, she led a team of volunteers to clean up the beach.
Henry was the Blue Ranger. Though a bit shy, his intelligence and ability to analyze situations has helped his team get through many tough situations. He usually tutors other students, but as the school is letting students work on their extra-curriculars, he is enjoying his pasttime of cycling.
Sarah was the Pink Ranger—cheerful and playful and always being the optimist. Never afraid to reach out a helping hand, her time is occupied lately by being team captain of Angel Grove High’s volleyball team, representing the school in the state competition.
Axem was the Black Ranger. The cool one of the group, he is the most outgoing and partier. However, he would drop everything if someone was in trouble. He was invited to be a guest at Angel Grove’s local radio for an upcoming dance competition that he is teaching.
Unfortunately, Lord Zedd has taken note of the Rangers’ lives lately. In an uncharacteristic move to be more of a strategist, he held off on constantly bombarding the Rangers with monsters to wear them out. The battles were always back and forth. The Power Rangers seemed a powerful foe as a team, so this time Lord Zedd decided to pick off the Rangers one by one.
With three of the five Rangers out of the immediate area, Zedd took his gamble and decided to attack the Blue and Pink Rangers.
Lord Zedd cast his spell to create Tentus—an octopus-like monster who’s main ability is to instill fear with its Phobia Ink. Its freightening appearance gave even Lord Zedd’s henchmen the creeps—it’s white, pupiless eyes, jet-black tentacles, decaying flesh and odor would remind anyone of death. Lord Zedd ordered Tentus to attack Angel Grove park, where Henry was cycling nearby and where Sarah was workout out at the gym.
It was about 3 P.M.—the sun was out and it seemed like everyone who did not need to be indoors were outside enjoying themselves. Henry had already cycled for almost two hours at a steady pace—he was working on endurance today, but that didn’t mean he didn’t hydrate. He had already drank two cups of water before he started cycling and another 2 liters during. In fact, Henry decided to end his cycling session because his bladder has been aching for the past thirty minutes. As the blue ranger, he was true to his color—he was wearing a mostly blue and black cycling skinsuit. He knew the spandex could absorb and wick away some moisture and sweat, but not a full fledged accident. He’s had a few close calls before—sometimes he would overdo it and ignore the call of nature. But the bumps on the road do not mix well with a full bladder—there were only a couple of times where a small leak or stream burst out, but nothing he couldn’t control. Henry slowly dismounted his bike carefully, catering to his aching bladder. As soon as he stood up straight, the weight of gravity seemed to really pull down on his bladder. Henry grunted a bit—he still had to lock up his bike before going inside the Angel Grove community center’s gym and restroom, where Sarah was working out at.
Being the Pink Ranger, Sarah wore a matching pink ensemble—pink workout shorts, white and pink top and matching shoes, with pink waistbands and a headband. She started almost the same time Henry did. Today, she was focusing on weight training. The air conditioning unit wasn’t working at full capacity, so Sarah needed to drink even more water during her workout. Sarah knew about the dangers of doing weights and a full bladder—sometimes people would inadvertently wet themselves from the pressure. She did her best to avoid that, but the women’s restroom was under renovation—there always seemed to be a line when she looked from her weight training session, always hoping that there would be a time when there was no line at the women’s restroom. Unfortunately, the few times she could have made a dash to the restroom was when guys interrupted her to flirt with her. Sarah would reject their advances, but being too nice at times cost her the chance to use the restroom without lining up. She did her best to ignore the urge, instead focusing on her training. However, even she started to realize that the longer she went, the less and less intense she would be due to her increasing bladder bulge.
Sarah decided enough was enough and attempted to use the restroom once again. As she was making her way to the restroom, she almost bumped into Henry, who was almost hobbling past her to the restroom. She giggled a bit and asked why was he in such a hurry. Henry turned and gave a snicker, answering her rhetorical question. As they were both just ten feet away, a loud explosion and a boom shook the building. People screamed and ducked. Of course, Henry and Sarah looked at each other and both ran towards the source of the sound--outside.
Almost immediately, Sarah and Henry saw a barrage of Putties, terrorizing Angel Grove’s citizens. It seemed more than usual, but Henry and Sarah sprang into action—their adrenaline temporarily suppressing their bladder urge.
As Sarah and Henry were fighting the Putties, they were getting fatigued. All that exercising had spent a good amount of energy. As Henry and Sarah became more and more winded, they both decided to morph and take out the Putties.
“Pterodactyl!” “Triceratops!”
And just like that, a flash of lightning and instantaneous transformation of Henry and Sarah into the Blue and Pink Ranger, respectively—their blue and pink sheen suits shining vividly under the sun.
Taking out the Putties was a lot easier, as being morphed in their power suits enhanced all their abilities. As the last of the Putties were being cleared out, they both noticed Tentus walking towards them. He was a bit far away, and they knew they were in a fight—it looked horrendous!
“TODAY IS THE DAY YOU TWO PERISH!” Tentus declared.
“No way buddy!” the Blue Ranger retorted back.
“Yeah! We’re the Power Rangers and we’re gonna take you AND Lord Zedd down!” added the Pink Ranger.
Tentus threw out two of his tentacles incredibly fast—one at each of the rangers. It made contact and it immediately transported them.
Stunned for just a second, the Blue and Pink Ranger recovered, but realized that they were transported to a swamp—dead trees everywhere, dark and gloomy, pools and puddles of dirty water everywhere.
“Where are we?” the Pink Ranger asked.
“I’m not too sure—definitely not Angel Grove,” the Blue Ranger answered.
Things were eeriely quiet. The Blue and Pink Ranger moved together, slowly, trying to survey their new surrounding.
Splish. Splash. Whoosh. These were the sounds as they were walking through the swampy waters.
“I don’t like this at all,” the Pink Ranger said.
“I agree,” said the Blue Ranger.
The sound of them mudding through the water reminded Sarah of something:
“...I still need to go pee,” the Pink Ranger stated.
This stopped the Blue Ranger in his tracks. He turned and looked at her.
The Pink Ranger had her legs crossed standing up, with her right hand on her thigh and left hand, bent at a 90-degree angle, clasping her right wrist—the classic pose for a girl needing to use the restroom.
“Can you hold it?” asked the Blue Ranger.
“I...think so...” the Pink Ranger answered.
Henry reassured Sarah, “Don’t worry—we’ll defeat this monster and then we’ll be good. We’ve done this a thousand times before!”
“Yeah...” the Pink Ranger said, but there was some hesitation.
In an effort to make her feel better, Henry said, “Well if it helps, I gotta go too...so we’re both in this together.”
“Ok.” Sarah said, trying to validate Henry’s concern.
“HENRY WATCH OUT!” Sarah screamed.
Henry turned and bam! Tentus had appeared right in front of the Blue Ranger, paralyzing him with his atrocious appearance. Henry was able to see in detail how freightening Tentus was—his pupiless eyes, monstrous mandibles, decaying flesh with huge insects crawling out of it and dropping onto the floor. Without the helmet, you would see Henry’s face turn pale white, eyes wide-opened, and a dropped jaw. The Blue Ranger froze in fear—his whole body had goosebumps—from his toes all the way up to the back of his shoulders. Henry couldn’t even scream in reaction. Luckily for him, Sarah grabbed his arm, pulled him away and roundhouse kicked Tentus off. As Tentus fell back, he evaporated into the dark, misty atmosphere.
Henry landedon his butt, supported by his arms behind him.
“You okay?!” Sarah asked Henry.
Henry could only nod his head—he was still in shock. Sarah helped him up to his feet.
“T..th...thanks Sarah.” Henry muttered out.
“No problem. Are you hu...hurt...?” As Sarah asked Henry, she noticed that Henry’s blue jumpsuit was wet—starting at the crotch, going down his left pant leg into his boot.
Henry looked down and said nothing—he was still trying to figure out what just happened.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it, ok?” Sarah said, now her turn to comfort the Blue Ranger.
“Y..yeah...ok..” the Blue Ranger replied.
They both continued onward, ever so slowly. Henry seemed to get his senses back, and broke the silence.
“I’m embarassed.”
“Don’t be! You had to use the restroom after you went cycling and didn’t have a chance to!”
“Yeah...but still. I thought that you were going to be the one that wasn’t going to make it...”
Sarah didn’t really know how to respond. “Well, I still have to go pee. And kicking that monster back there caused me to leak a few drops, to be honest with you.”
“Oh...ok. Well...hopefully we can make it before you have an accident too,” Henry said.
“Yeah...at least I won’t be the only one to have an accident if it happens though!” Sarah said jokingly, the first time humor was surfaced since they arrived at the swamp.
“True...but to be honest, if you were gonna have an accident, I would’ve wet myself too just so you won’t be the only one. We’re one team!” Henry said.
The Pink Ranger controlled her laugh, trying not to pee.
“Unfortunately, I still have to go,” the Blue Ranger said.
“Wow—you must’ve drank a lot.”.
“At least 3 liters.”
“Do you drink that much all the time when you go cycling?”
“Yeah. At least. Gotta stay hydrated.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have any more accidents when you go cycling, Henry.”
“Well...let’s just say spandex works well with wetness”.
“Gross! Are you saying you’ve done it before?”“Well...professional cyclists do it. I’ve actually researched it and honestly, it’s mostly water at that point.” Henry explained.
“I suppose...” Sarah hesitantly agreed. “Anyway, let’s change the subject...all this talk about peeing really isn’t helping me!”“Yeah, sorry. Anyway, I think jumpsuit is drying out.”“Good.”
Sarah and Henry continued a few more steps and then all of a sudden, their feet were immobolized.
“I can’t move!” Sarah yelled.
“Argh! Me too!” Henry said.
Tentus’s tentacles wrapped around both their legs, keeping them from moving.
They both tried to punch off the tentacles, but another pair appeared from the ground and held their arms behind their backs.
Tentus reappeared again.
“YOUR WORSE NIGHTMARES ARE ABOUT TO BECOME A REALITY! PREPARE TO SUFFER BEFORE YOU DIE!”
“No! You won’t get away with this!” the Rangers screamed desperately.
“HAHAHA! DWELL INTO YOUR DEEPEST AND DARKEST FEARS!”Tentus then spewed its Phobia Ink at the Blue Ranger’s helmet’s visor.
“No!” both Rangers screamed.
The absolute fear that Henry fell into the first time repeated itself. All of his worse fears manifsted themselves into his mind.
Sarah saw and heard the Blue Ranger, brought to his knees without him even knowing it, screaming and yelling as he tried to shake his head violently to somehow get it out of his mind.
“HAHAHAAAAAAAAA!” Tentaus laughed maniacally.
Sarah did her best to comfort Henry with her words, but his constant scream overpowered her voice. That’s when she also noticed that Henry’s crotch started to darken—he was peeing in his blue jumpsuit again without even realizing it. She didn’t know what to say—she just stared in awe, as she saw her friend and teammate pee himself. The darkness turned his once shiny bright blue jumpsuit into one with dark, wet streaks all over his bottom half of his power suit. The Phobia Ink must have been really effective—the Blue Ranger’s suit was so saturated with pee that it no longer could absorb the liquid and it was soaking and gushing out the once shiny material—through his crotch, the legs, even his butt. As the effect wore off, the Blue Ranger fell onto his back, twitching and spasming.
“Henry! Snap out of it!” Sarah pleaded.
‘IT’S NO USE! HE’S SO INSTILED IN MY FEAR HE MAY NEVER RECOVER!”
“No!” said Sarah.
“NOW IT’S YOUR TURN TO JOIN HIM! BUT FIRST...”
Tentus raised his arm—the tentacles that wrapped the Blue Ranger receeded; it was no longer necessary on him. The tentacles then reappeared on Sarah—one particular tentacle wrapped her waist with the end of the tentacle, slapping her bladder.
“Ugh...No! I...ah....uh...ungh....”
Tentus knew the Pink Ranger also had to relieve herself. He just kept laughing as he gestured his tentacles to keep slapping her bladder violently.
Sarah knew she could not last much longer...she tried, whimpering, doing anything and everything to aid her bladder in keeping the floodgates closed—hunching over, trying to cross her legs but every attempt to do so would have Tentus’s tentacles jerk her legs apart again violently. No sooner than 20 seconds, Sarah whimpered...looked up, tearing up through her helmet, and just relented.
“Oh no...” she cried softly.
A very loud hissing noise could be heard—the Pink Ranger started to pee through her pink jumpsuit. It didn’t matter that her top was a skirt that went over her pants—the tentacles held her so that she was bent slightly forward, so that her crotch had a pool of pee coming out like a waterfall. The pee soaked through the front of her pink skirt, pants, running down the inner and rear side of her thighs, into her boots.
The Pink Ranger peed through her pink jumpsuit for one minute. As she finished, her butt was dripping wet, and she fell onto her knees. She was still wrapped by a tentacle—she felt like giving up. She, the Pink Ranger, just peed herself. She couldn’t register the relief of an empty bladder, as she was faced the reality of Tentus being too much for her and Henry.
The Blue Ranger lay on the ground in a pool of his own urine, incapacitated like a drunk person. The Pink Ranger on her knees—there was so much urine that entered her boots that now they were spilling out in her kneeling position. Tentus stared at his imminent victory against the Blue and Pink Ranger for a moment before he started walking toward them and said:
“YOU TWO ARE DEFEATED! THIS IS THE END FOR YOU TWO!”
Sarah shed one tear in her helmet as Tentus inched closer and closer... |
So one evening I was bored, when I'm bored, that's when I usually come up with bad, ornery ideas and thoughts. Well this particular evening, I was sitting at home all alone, enjoying a few drinks. As I sat there, my mind started to wander. I kept thinking about different ideas of how I could surprise and shock the hell out of my husband. As the ideas ran through my mind, I became sure that I was going to definitely plan it. Now that I'm extremely determined, I started planning the whole scenario.I decided that I would ask a few of my girlfriends to help me with my special surprise. First I chose a few of my most trusted girlfriends. Next I explained to them that my husband had a huge pee fetish and I wanted to incorporate it into the scenario. At that moment, I also made it very clear to them that it may get a little bit crazy. Pausing briefly, then I asked them if they were still interested. All three of them excitedly expressed that they were definitely game and ready to get on with it. Next, I informed them that we would have to plan fast because he was due back in town in two days. It was already Thursday night, and he was scheduled to be back in town early Saturday evening. So we had lots of plans to make. I suggested that we get together tonight at my place, have some drinks and make the plans. After everyone arrived at the house, we ran out to the liquor store, I had each one of them pick out a bottle of their favorite liquor. Once back at the house, we made our drinks and gathered around the kitchen table to chat and come up with some ideas. We finally decided that late Saturday afternoon we were going to go out to dinner. The plan was to eat dinner and have a few drinks... (Well actually to have quite a few drinks) and then catch a Uber home. His plane was scheduled to land at 8:50, that would put him home about 10:10. Beings we were only about 20 minutes from my house, We purposely planned our ride at 9:20, so we would arrive at the house about 30 minutes before he got home. Once at my house, we each made ourselves a stiff drink, got naked, and got in the jacuzzi. We all just sat in the bubbling water, laughing, chatting. At this point, the four of us are feeling very buzzed, excited and quite tipsy. As we chatted about what was about to go on...we were definitely getting aroused and horny. Slowly we start to touch and tease one another. Very slowly I began sliding my hand up my friends leg. Making it look like a mistake at first, as if I was looking for a jet controller. Once I realized she was completely ok and very much enjoying it, I started being a little more aggressive. Before no time.... I was rubbing my fingers up and down her pussy lips. As her arousal grew, I noticed that the two other ladies were watching and quite interested in the action. In fact I noticed as they were watching with excitement they to were rubbing on one another.. I could tell they both were also getting very excited and horny. I couldn't wait any longer... I wanted to take this to the next level. I grabbed a hold of one of their hands, and slowly guided them to my sweet spot. I helped her get started by gently gliding her fingertips up and down my smooth pussy lips. We continued caressing each other for a few more minutes. Before we knew it, we were all rubbing, grinding and kissing on one another's naked bodies. This maybe went on for about ten minutes. Just then, I heard a car door shut. That was my que... my husband is home and I know he's trying to get a shower before I get home. Little does he know, I'm not at a meeting like I said I'd be.... I'm actually already home. We wait to hear the shower turn on, and then make our move. We get out quietly, and head into my bedroom. We four ladies lay our naked bodies down across my king size bed. We continue to rub and play with each other. Gradually getting more and more ornery. Just before my husband shuts off the shower, my friend Kara and I get brave and decide that we want to eat each other's pussies. We both grab a set of legs, spread them wide open, and begin eating the other two ladies pussies out. As we are enjoying the taste of all their hot, dripping pussy liquids, my husband opens the door. He immediately froze in the doorway. Looking very much shocked and surprised just as I imagined. He just stood there in astonishishment Us four ladies paused for a brief moment, looking over and acknowledging his presence. Still standing there frozen, totally motionless still in absolute surprise and shock. I tell him to stay where he is, and immediately return to our little ladies only adventure. After a while of pleasuring one another, we look over to him again.... This time we invite him to come closer. Teasing him slightly by only allowing him to the very end of the bed. Just close enough for him to get a better veiw. We can tell he is extremely excited and turned on by watching us play with each other. We can see through the towel his cock was very erect and need of attention. Just then one of the girls orders him to drop his towel and let us see his manhood. At first he just stands before us, motionless... Letting us enjoy looking at his thick, stiff cock. After a few minutes...(probably seconds) he began to stroke and rub himself. We all are practically staring and admiring his actions for a little bit. Finally, we ask him if he would like to join us on the bed. Encouraging him to touch and rub on all of our very moist pussies. Without a pause, he climbs into the bed, and reaches down towards our pussies. As he is enjoying rubbing and caressing on each of us, we ask what he would like to see. It's his turn to call all the moves. He's already prepared. He quickly moves each one of us into position. He lays Kara on her back, spreads her legs, places Gina in between them, then tells her that he wants to watch her eat that pussy. Next he has me spread my legs, guides me over top Kara's face, facing me so I can watch Gina eating Kara's pussy. Slowly he pushes me downward until my pussy reaches her mouth. Also saying how he wants to watch her eat my pussy. Finally he has Tina lay down on her back, slides her up the bed. Has her put her face up under Gina's spread legs. He watches for a brief moment, noticing Tina squirming and thrusting her hips all around, her pussy just begging for some attention. He moves up onto the bed, lifts Tina's legs, spreading them as wide as he can, and slowly slides his stiff, throbbing cock inside her. The mixture of getting my pussy eaten, watching the other ladies getting thier pussies eaten, watching his facial expressions, and hearing Tina moan as he slid his manhood inside her almost threw me over the edge. Just as I gained control, Tina in a panic... murmurs out...." Oh my gosh... You gotta stop, I'm going to piss myself". My husband is relentless... He doesn't stop, he doesn't even slow down. She starts to panic even more... She's begging him to stop, she's never orgasmed with a full bladder before. She's in sheer panic. I'm about to lose it, watching him experience this is so hot. I can tell he's totally enjoying this situation. I give him a wink,... Lean down towards him and whisper to him..." comfort her, let her know it's ok. Tell her how much it turns you on.... And definitely tell her how much she is going to love the orgasm." With an ornery smile, he leaned forward, kissed me and whispered...."watch this baby". He grabbed her knees, spread her legs as wide as he could. Next he reached back up and grasped onto each of my hands, gripping on tight trying to gain as much leverage as possible. Once he gathered his leverage, he began thrusting his throbbing, thick cock into her leaky, little needy pussy. With each thrust, she moaned louder and louder as he sunk his manhood deeper and deeper inside her. She was falling apart... I watched her squirming and thrusting her body out of control. Soon her whole body began to quiver. Within seconds she realized she was about to lose control. She wrapped her arms around Gina's legs, grasping for dear life. Her back started to arch upwards, she took in one deep breath, when she started to exhale.... She lost control. A loud squeal filled the room, followed by a long moaned of relief. I looked down to watch my husband pumping his cock inside her, within two or three strokes.... Her hot juices were squirting out all over the place. Her liquids drenching the bed sheets. As us three ladies watched her explosive orgasm, we one by one began to soak the bed sheets. |
Independence Day boating mishap
So for the Fourth of July festivities, our friends invited us and two other couples out on their boat to watch the fireworks. Our plans were that we all would pack a cooler with picnic food to share and a second cooler with drinks. We all met up around noon at the boat docks in our small town. Alot of people usually go out on the river to see the fireworks show, so we decided to meet early to beat the crowd.
About quarter after twelve, John pulled in with the boat. The guys loaded all of the coolers and all of our other belongings onto the boat. Us ladies all ran up to the restrooms to pee before leaving. Our plans were to head up river to a small island, stop and picnic. This particular island was a quite popular place to hang out. Usually there was good bit of people to party with. This year was no different, in fact this year was the most crowded I've ever seen. We docked, unloaded our coolers, found our spot and began to drink and party. We usually stay there for the whole day and get back in the river about nine. This year was different..... About 7:30 the River Patrol pulled up to the island and made everyone vacate the premises. We had to pack up our things quickly and get out. Leaving us no time to pee before we left.
Ok, so now it's only 7:30, the fireworks aren't going to start until a little after dusk which is probably around 9:30 or so. Here we are, been drinking all day, stuck floating around in the river, and no where to go pee. And you know what?.... For some odd reason, the more you need to pee, the thirstier you become. Not sure if that happens with everyone, but it sure seems to be the case with ladies on the boat with me. The four of us are sitting on the bench seat in the back of the boat just laughing and giggling about our situation at the moment, but I'm not sure how long until we are no longer laughing and giggling. The guys decide that we should take a little run up river since we have about two hours to kill. Well... You know how guys are, they get crazy sometimes. It wasn't bad enough that us ladies have to pee, they decide to go speed demon up the river. Causing cold ass river water to splash all over us. I don't know about anyone else, but being cold and wet only intensifies the urge to pee. Now the other girls are starting to get a little nervous about the situation. I, of course am not stressing about it a bit. I keep looking up at my husband to see if he is noticing the situation. Of course he is too busy horsing around with the guys and doesn't have a clue. I decide to secretly send him a text to make him aware. I also suggest to him to try to sneak some pictures and videos.
Now that I have his attention.... I'm going to have a little fun with this. Even though I really have to pee bad too, I grab us girls another cold one from the coolers. We continue talking, laughing and goofing off. My husband asks if he can have a turn driving the boat. John says of course and trades him seats. My husband is no rookie when it comes to driving a boat, he knew what he was doing the whole time. He turned us around and headed back up river, knowing that our waves from earlier were probably still there. Instead of missing them, he intentionally cut right through them. Well,.... When you go back over top of waves, it's very very bouncy and bumpy. The bumps definitely were intensifying everyone's urge to pee. The girls were now becoming quite despetate. Just then my husband, by the way his name is cliff, had the greatest idea. He announced to everyone how cool he thought that was and he wanted to do it again so he could video it. Wow.... I was impressed with his quick thinking!! So once again, he turns around and heads up river. Only this time the waves are much bigger and choppier. The bounces and bumps were alot rougher. With each bounce, you could hear some squeals from the girls as they were trying to keep control and not piss themselves. As we traveled down the river, hitting every bump, we all were holding onto one another, and squirming and wiggling all around in our seats. Finally after about 5 minutes, Cliff was at the end of the choppy Waters. He asked us if we had to pee or something because he noticed us squirming. We all sighed and answered YES!! He pulled the boat over into calm water in a secluded area and dropped the anchor. Then he said.... "Well ladies... I can't get you to shore, but you guys can pee off the side of the boat. With having to pee so bad, we definitely are game for his idea. Two of us take one side, and the other two take the other side. We all drop our shorts and panties and hang our asses over the edge. As soon as we had our asses over the edge, our hot pent up golden liquid began to gush out. All you could hear was the hissing of our piss spurting out and the sighs and moans of us feeling that sweet relief. I glanced up at the guys to see their reaction. I knew that my husband would be enjoying it, but I was surprised to see that the other guys were also enjoying it. And guess what?... Remember Cliff was videoing his river run? Well he never turned the camera off!! So we got the whole scene on video.
We headed back out into the river enjoyed a few more drinks and watched the fireworks. As we sat there, we made a few comments about the ordeal trying to figure out wether or not anyone in the group would be interested in playing out another scenario... We didn't get a definite vibe, but we got some little vibes to maybe bring up sometime later. So.... Until we figure them out, I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope to have another one for you soon!! |
I could keep saying "Writing practice!" but when a thing is fucking 10 pages long and has been pieced together over a fucking month and a half...It's no longer "Writing practice!" As much as I would love to sit and perfect every letter, word, sentence, and paragraph using the same logic of "give a thousand monkeys typewriters and they'll inevitably write Shakespeare" I realized I'm gonna get nowhere.
Some of the people here are well familiar with this character. If you read my interactive she was one of the chosen characters and to the few people I've sat in IRC with, I rarely shut up about her. She is easily my star character and by far my most beloved.
Additional notes: Thanks @Faust for going through the story and making sure it was acceptable.
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Five months. Five months had passed since Ayla had entered Fort Victoria in the hopes the guild that called the fort their home would welcome a girl who had left behind her old life as nomad in exchange for fame and fortune. After so many months practicing in the courtyard with her rapier, besting the other apprentices in training, and taking whatever odd jobs she could, whether it be protecting merchant caravans or clearing the underground pipes of rats. Grigori, the head of the guild, had taken note of the girls progress. He called her into his study that evening with good news. When Ayla arrived, Grigori was not alone. Alongside him stood Lucina, her stern commanding presence looming over even the Guildmaster as she stood dressed in her formal attire, a black dress with a silver trim and a light set of silver plate over her chest. Her long snow white hair was braided, flowing down behind her.
“Addilyn.” He had said, pacing back and forth behind his desk. “I think it’s time…”
Ayla stood, her heart racing with excitement as Grigori removed a small patch from his back pocket. Ayla knew exactly what it was, which made her heart race even faster. The guilds official seal, a phoenix standing before a shield with two swords crossed in the background, worn by those who represented Fort Victoria and the guild on official contracts. It was all Ayla had wanted. Recognition for her tireless hours of dedication to the guild and finally that day had come
Lucina gave her friend a celebratory pat. “You represent Fort Victoria now.”
Ayla took the seal. Inside her head she was screaming with glee, but she maintained a calm composure on the outside. No hero ever screamed like a giddy child. She had to kepe her cool. "Thank you, Guildmaster."
Outside the study, Yuka, one of Ayla’s comrades, sat and waited. She was a blonde haired girl from the eastern continent of Orientia. Although she had a natural beauty of her homeland, with tanned skin and a soft slender face, she preferred to be more...eccentric, looking more boyish than her eastern beauty would allow her, with short shaggy hair, poorly cut and greasy and her extremely skinny physique made her breasts near non-existent, all wrapped up with a crooked smile that hung to her lips.
“Well?” She asked curiously when the girls exited the study.
Ayla held out the seal. “I did it!”
“AHA!” Yuka grabbed her friend and squeezed her tightly with joy. “She’s one of us now!” She stunk of ale and a strange fruity aroma which was most likely wine. “She’s one of us!”
“Yuka...you’re c-crushing…me...”
“Oh...right.” She weakened her grip. “This means we get to celebrate!” She cheered again, seeming a lot more enthusiastic at the thought of revelry. “DRINKS ARE ON ME!” She pulled out a large sack, almost bursting with coin.
“You’ve paid off your damages, I assume?” Lucina asked, her arms sternly crossed.
“Why do you think I’m so rich!?” Yuka smirked again. “Anyway don’t shit on Ayla’s day! She’s a proper Guildhand now!”
Lucina sighed. She didn’t uncross her arms. “You’re right. For once. Let’s go out for a drink, to celebrate our new Guildhand.” She looked at Ayla and smiled.
“Okay!” Ayla cheered. “But I’ve been out training all day. I’m sweaty and dirty...let me wash first at least.”
“No problem!” Yuka smirked. “I can wash your back.”
Suddenly, a gauntleted arm grabbed Yuka by her shoulder. “You’ll do no such thing! You can go get changed as well! Your clothes are filthy!” Lucina lifted her friend up. She turned to Ayla. “Take your time, Ayla. I’m gonna go get this one changed.”
“I don’t need to change!”
“You fucking do.” Lucina hissed. She pushed Yuka along, the blonde haired girl protesting with each shove. You would think the girls were sisters the way they acted around each other.
Ayla headed back to her bedchamber to clean up before heading out to celebrate. She did nothing fancy, just filling a basin with some soapy water and washing off the dirt from the training ground. She had gone down into the mud once or twice while sparring. Ayla was a bright cheery girl. Eighteen years of age, with fiery hair and a soft yet charming look, a common appearance of her homeland of Serkaine. She had dark blue eyes that flickered with a sense of naive innocence, fitting for a young bard such as herself. She dressed in the only attire she owned that she deemed “formal” her usual dark travelling shorts and since the weather allowed it, her white short-sleeved duelling tunic.
She made her way down to the tavern alongside her two friends, Yuka and Lucina. It was a warm summer evening on the small isle of Guildon. The sun was fading over the distant mountains, setting the sky ablaze with the beautiful gleam of fiery orange. The waterfront, where most of the taverns called their home was alive with cheers and joyous revelry. Once the night set in and the final hour of sunlight had burned away, there was nothing for the farmers or fishermen of the island to do other than drink and weave mundane tales of their day in the presence of strong drink and good company. The girls passed through the centre of town and along the dock, to Yuka’s regular hovel for drinking, a small tavern that sat on the foot of the isle, overlooking the lake.
The tavern was packed at night. Many traders and wanderers frequented it when they were passing through Guildon. There wasn’t really much else to do for them. The only other place of note was Fort Victoria, not exactly a place for non-locals unless they were selling wares to them which more times than not they weren’t. A sea of drably dressed travelers squeezed into the large room, the sound of chatter and cheering filled the air A group of colourfully dressed bards sat on a small stage, tuning their instruments and waiting for the hubbub around the tavern to die down.
“Guess who Grigori finally told she was USEFUL!?” Yuka yelled, placing her arm around Addilyn’s shoulder and squeezing her playfully. “She’s an apprentice!” She continued, pushing Addilyn along toward her usual table. “Oskar! We’re celebrating! Bring us a keg of your finest dragon’s piss! I mean, the stuff that will REALLY hit us!” Yuka snapped her fingers. “And tell your three most expensive girls you to ready themselves for later.”
“Ah! Yuka? I don’t want a brothel girl.”
A lewd smirk hung on Yuka’s face. “Not to worry. They’re all for me! After all: WE’RE CELEBRATING! And why would I get you one? You already have a lady to do fun things with.” She began making rude gestures with her hands, symbolizing acts best left unsaid.
“I do?” Ayla feigned ignorance. She and her girlfriend, who happened to be the sister of the guild's master of coin, had agreed to try and be clandestine in their relationship, though they didn’t excel at being subtle, they did everything together. Including sharing a bedchamber.
“You two are aware you aren’t as subtle as you think you are with your relationship, right? You don’t think half of that hall sees you taking your breakfast to your chambers together? Or practising together in the yard? Is that why she isn’t here tonight?”
“No, her and Isabelle had business with Grigori. She wanted to come out to celebrate, but Isabelle insisted she stay.”
Lucina scoffed. “One day that moron we call a lady will understand she can’t mould her sister into a younger version of herself.”
“Gah!” Yuka groaned impatiently. “You two mutter like a pair of past prime fishwives! Shut up about guild business and help me with this keg!” She grabbed two of the empty flagons and pushed them down into the keg of ale. “There!” She said placing the two flagons, now overfilled with house ale, in front of the girls. “Drink! We’re celebrating! You too Lucina!”
After being stared down, Lucina grasped the flagon. “Fine. Just one though!”
“Ten it is! Gotcha!” Yuka cheered. “To our new apprentice!”
The girls smashed their flagons together in revelry. Lucina and Yuka downed their drinks in a single gulp. Both girls slammed down their empty flagons and smiled as ale ran down their lips. “I think you mean MY apprentice. Last I checked you’re still on probation.”
“No! I mean OUR apprentice. We know Grigori only probates me to shut up that fucking whore we call a coinmaster. OW!” Lucina walloped her. “What was that for!?”
“You don’t call her a whore! You know how much I hate that word!”
Addilyn let the girls ramble and took a small mouthful from her own flagon, her face shuddered as the bitter ale hit her tongue. “Come on Ayla!” Yuka took notice of her grimacing face and began cheering her on. “Drink! Drink! Drink!” She slammed her flagon on the table in rhythm.
“Okay! Okay!” Ayla took a deep breath, lifted the flagon and chugged the whole thing.
“That’s my girl!” Yuka continued. Both she and Lucina chuckled as Ayla’s face twisted and gritted at the bitterness of the ale.
“Don’t be such a baby.” Lucina said. “It doesn’t taste that bad.”
“NOW! ROUND TWO!” Yuka filled the flagons again.
It didn’t stop at the second flagon. To top it all off, this was strong stuff, knocking Ayla on her arse in less than three flagons. She wanted to stop when the room started spinning, but Yuka kept cheering her on, encouraging her to down the drink whole. After a few more drinks, the festivities began to grow rowdier and more debaucherous. The band of travelling bards graced the patrons with some lively music to accompany their drinking, most of the tavern, now well and truly sloshed on ale, were up on the tables, cheering and clapping in rhythm to the music the bard's played. Ayla loved every second of it, being with her two best friends and a room full of ale-loaded people, herself included, dancing and cheering. It reminded her of home, with the travelling caravans. Every night was like this one.
Finally, the revelry died down in the later hours of the night. By the time the lamps in the streets were lit and the moon was far above the mountains, many had burned out on their revelry. The bards had toned down the liveliness of their songs and most patrons had fallen asleep at their tables. Addilyn, feeling quite tired herself and lightheaded from her six flagons of ale, went and took a seat back at her table.
“T-thersh the lucky lady!” Yuka slurred. She hadn’t left the table all night, preferring the warming comfort of a working girl's breasts to the festivities. “Sooo...how do you feel?”
“Sleepy…” Ayla murmured, too drunk to even keep her head up. She fell face first onto the table, hoping to rest her eyes for a moment.
It was longer than a moment. Ayla felt the cold brush of the air on her skin. When she came to she was moving through the streets of Guildon, a strong pair of hands guiding her wobbling figure. “I hope you had fun tonight.” Lucina! “I had a feeling I’d be dragging your drunken hide back to the bed.”
The narrow streets twisted and turned. So did her stomach. Ayla tried to remember but couldn’t she really remember anything before her sixth drink. She just remembered more drinking...and some dancing? Or singing? Her mind was hazy about the details. She instead tried to stop herself from falling back asleep, but eventually she couldn’t stop herself from drifting off.
“Ah! There she is! I was worried about when you’d be getting back.” That voice. That sweet, mildly concerned voice. Ayla recognized her, Lady Matilda, her girlfriend.
“Apologies, my lady. She got...carried away with the drinking.”
The lady laughed. “Well it is her special night, Grigori told me all about it. Okay, lie her down. I’ll look after her from here.” Addilyn felt another hand wrap around her as she was laid down on the bed. She opened her eyes for a split second, catching a quick glimpse of her lover’s dark brown hair and beautiful face before the spinning room and hazy vision forced her to close her eyes once more. Lady Matilda sat by her side and gently placed the quilt over her. The moment she felt the warmth of her blanket cover her, the small conversation the girls had after faded into nothing but noise as Ayla fell asleep.
Ayla awoke later that night, quite desperate to relieve herself from the pains in her stomach. When she awoke late in the night with the urgent need to answer nature’s call, her chambers were seeped in shadows with the moon high above her window. Ayla sat up, her stomach feeling heavy. It was like a hammer was using her head as an anvil. She dragged herself from the bed, onto to her feet. All that drinking in the town had left her feeling dizzy. The room was spinning and her eyes failed to properly grasp her surroundings. She collapsed back on her bed in a drunken heap.
“Matilda…” Ayla leant over the bed, tugging at the shoulders of her lover who was sleeping soundly beside her.
The sleeping lady groaned wearily before shaking off Ayla’s hand.
“Wake up…” Ayla tried again. “Please.”
“What is it?” Matilda fiddled around on the end table, grabbing her lantern and lighting it with a weak snap of her fingers.
“Will you come with me to the lavatory?” She begged. Even the mention of the word made her cross her legs. “I really need to go.”
Matilda, again, groaned. “It’s late...and dark...just…use the vase over there.” She gestured
towards an old silver vase that sat in the corner of the bedchamber, gleaming in the moonlight.
“No! I’m n-not gonna...use the vase.” The thought repulsed Ayla. Hovering herself over an old dusty vase and filling that up. The sound would echo through the halls. She was desperate, but not enough to just lazily empty herself in the corner. She shook off the idea and decided to just make her way down to the lavatories in the east halls. It took a try or two, but Ayla managed to stumble to her feet a second time, almost crashing into her table as her legs went weak for a second. She grabbed a lantern from beside her bed and took her cloak from the door. “I’ll make my own way there.”
The large halls and twisting corridors always made Ayla feel uneasy during the late hours. Walking past the paintings of the past guildmasters, Ayla always felt they were watching when her back was turned, staring with their lifeless, painted eyes. She walked quickly along the old stone, wrapped in her travelling cloak. She tried to remember how much she had drank the previous night; It must’ve been a fair share, she felt like she fit to burst with a bladder full of ale.
but all she could remember was a blurred haze.
She finally came to the lavatories, which were unlocked. “Oh thank heavens.” She entered the lavatories and made her way over to the first stall, already undoing her shorts to save herself some time. Seeing the stalls had made her need feel much more dire, like her bladder knew relief was at hand. She nudged her way into the stall...setting her eyes on the most unfortunate sight. “What...where’s the…?” It was like a nightmare come true; The stall was barren. Only the small pipe that connected to the forts pipes was left protruding from the wall. She refused to pull her shorts back up and checked the remaining four stalls; each time coming upon the same lonesome pipe and nowhere to sit and relieve herself. Had she missed something? The plumbing was always fickle, there were always labourers in and out working on pipes and the water, but never had they properly removed the damn things. She groaned and tensed the muscles between her legs, forcing herself to wait a little longer before she could pee.
There were a second set of lavatories in the west of the fort. All Ayla had to do was head down the next set of stairs and along another corridor. So quickly she went. Unfortunately for her, upon arriving at the west lavatories and trying the door to the girls, she found the door didn’t budge. Locked. Ayla bit her lip and muttered a small curse. “Locked? Damn fickle plumbing…” Ayla wondered if she could get the door open. If the lavatories couldn’t be used, maybe she would be able to sit on the sink; She was desperate enough to make use of the sinks after all. She held herself tighter and barged the door with her shoulder. A small yelp escaped as her exertion with such a full bladder forced her to dribble a little into her undergarments.
Ayla couldn’t resist giving the door several attempts in a fit of desperation. Even after her leak, She kept hoping, as she shook the door, that it would just fall open and she could get in. Once reality set in and Ayla realized the door wasn’t opening regardless of how much she banged and hoped, she leant against it and pressed her hands further between her legs. It was then, Ayla was left with a most unsavoury thought. She looked to the boys lavatory and give the door a curious nudge. It opened. She looked up and town the hallway. Nobody was awake. The halls were deserted. Ayla was on her own and given the situation she had found herself in, surely she could be forgiven for nipping into the forbidden boys lavatory to do the deed.
The boys looked no different than the girls, same dull grey stones decorated the wall and the same miserable stone floor. The only difference was a long steel trough that ran along the back wall. In fact, the steel trough was the only thing in the whole room, confusing Ayla .Greatly. Boys still had to deal with...the other thing. Where the hell did they go to do it if there were no stalls? Her bladder twinged, the urge was becoming unbearable, like a roaring fire in her maidenhood. She stared at the long steel trough, her lips quivering with desperation. In a fit of desperate curiosity, Ayla pondered if she could use the trough, even if she wasn’t exactly “equipped” for it. She was in a tight enough pinch to give the thought some serious consideration. She kept staring, contemplating if she really could while already her mind was made up. Her hands were fiddling with her shorts, fighting to get the damned belt undone. There was a small step to stand up over the trough, far too narrow to allow Ayla to properly bend herself over it. With the lack of squatting space and her legs, weak and wobbly, she was certain to fall back arse-first onto the lavatory floor. She didn't even want to think about the state she'd end up in if she toppled over while going; falling arse-first onto a filthy lavatory floor would be the least of her worries. “I'm going to have to stand over this...like a boy.” Her cheeks burned, this wouldn’t be like sitting on a sink or squatting over a drain. What if somebody came in and saw her? Shorts down and leaning over the trough, relieving herself like a back alley drunk? “I need to stop thinking so much.” Ayla shook her head, wiping away her anxiousness. “It’s late. I just need to be quick and then I can get back to bed. This shouldn’t be hard. I’ve seen Yuka do it plenty of times.” Ayla stepped up over the trough, she pulled her shorts down to her knees and leant forward slightly, standing on her tiptoes with her head resting drunkenly against the wall. “I hope I don’t make a mess of myself.” Ayla felt her cheeks burn. She stood for a moment, her eyes glaring down at the cold steel. She was really about to do this, out of sheer desperation. Using the trough...like a boy. She turned back toward the door. All silent in the halls still. She was confident she was in the clear. Ayla took a deep breath to steady herself and relaxed, ignoring the shame in the back of her mind.
THUD! Something slammed behind her. Suddenly Ayla seized up, somebody had seen her. A boy? Quickly, she stood up straight and yanked her shorts back up. She couldn't go through with this knowing somebody had witnessed her in the act. She picked up her lantern and dashed for the door. It was like fate was toying with her, mocking her by giving her just slither of hope before yanking it away at the last second. She really wanted to piss!
Ayla peered out the door. The halls were black and empty. Not a soul in sight. Whoever had witnessed her had vanished. No doubt returning to their bedchamber, ignoring the girl they saw who was trying to pee like a boy. Thankfully. She couldn't risk trying a second time, even when she really wanted to just push the unpleasantness aside and piss in the trough, her body seized up thinking about what could happen if she was caught off-guard again. Being forced to stop herself at the edge of relief had made her urge far worse. The burning grew more intense. She felt like she could leak at any moment. It wouldn’t even be a leak, if even a small dribble escaped, Ayla feared she wouldn’t be able to contain herself. Finally! She remembered! How could she have been so stupid? There were the old privies out by the lower courtyards, just past where the weapons were forged and the stables. They weren’t as lavish as the modern plumbing in the halls; they were just old wooden boxes with a hole for relieving yourself in, but as Ayla leant against the wall,with her fingers pressed against herself, she didn’t really care. She was willing to sit on a window and expose her arse to the cold air if it meant she could finally take her badly needed piss. As tempting as that thought was, especially with the open windows along the hallway leading down to the empty courtyards below, Ayla stifled her urges in the hopes of keeping some grace. She tensed up and made her way out to the courtyards. “I should’ve just done it in the vase…” She muttered to herself with regret.
Ayla smiled with glee when she saw the lower courtyards and those four small wooden privies along the west wall. In that moment, she felt like she was gazing at heaven. The walk felt like it had taken forever. Ayla wanted to run toward them. Just sprint towards the nearest privy and slam the door closed. She could sit, she could pee, she could contemplate the night fate spat in her face. But knowing she’d be able to pee was good enough. The pain, both in her bladder and between her legs was...immense. Hell, even just the walk out had been a struggle, forced to walk down two flights of stairs and across an empty training room, all the while with her hands jammed so lewdly against herself and the occasional need to stop until the overwhelming urge to leak subsided enough for her to push on. It was a gauntlet of strength at this point, both mental and physical.
There were just a final set of steps of Ayla’s little “gauntlet”. Just one more flight of stairs. But as she hurried toward it, she spied something just beyond the main gate. The orange glow of another lantern. Two boys. She could hear them singing when they got close enough. They were clearly drunk after no doubt celebrating late into the night. Ayla froze up, the total opposite of what she wanted. She couldn’t let two boys see her in such a pitiful state, clambering for the lavatory like a little girl, with a hand stuffed between her legs and a pained grimace on her face that begged for relief. She had to hide. Fast. She extinguished her lantern, leaving herself in darkness. she needed somewhere to hide until they had passed. “I've made it this long...I can wait until they pass.” She quickly moved over to the stables before they got too close, taking refuge with the snoozing horses while she waited for the boys drunken serenades to vanish into the night.
“Wait...wait...hold on...” One of the boys stopped for the moment. He stood right on the other side of the door. “Stand watch for me.” There was a faint clinking of metal. Ayla peered through a hole in the wood, spying one of the boys undoing his belt. She averted her eyes as the boy leant up against the side of the stable and emptied his own bladder against the wall, his stream hissing and splattering loudly.
“Hoo…” The boy sighed. The sound of his water grew louder.
Ayla was forced to listen, gritting her teeth and pressing tightly. She was shaking, with both urgency and envy. The noise...it was like listening to a river. A relieving. Badly needed. River. Clearly he needed that. Just like she did. Her muscles were on the verge of giving out as she was forced to squeeze herself as tightly as humanly possibly.
“Hurry up.” The boy urged his comrade, who after a good twenty seconds finished his business.
There was the shuffling again. “Alright. Done. Let’s go.” The boys only made it a few steps before they stopped again.
“What now?”
“Some idiot left the stable door open. Do you know how pissed Sara would be if one of her steeds got out?” The lantern light split as the stable door was closed, dividing into thin rays of glowing orange between the slits of the wood. Please just close the door… She pleaded in her head.
THUD! That sound...a heavy block of wood colliding with metal. That sound drained all the hope from Ayla. In that moment she felt any hope she had left vanish, knowing it was too late. The boy had placed the barricade over the door, leaving Ayla was trapped in the stables, with the horses, the unpleasant stink of hay and manure and herself holding back with all her might to keep her from pissing herself.
Ayla was So close to the privy. She could see them just across the yard from a small hole in the stables, teasing her with their presence. “ooo...I give up.” She sighed. Those idiots had unwittingly locked her in with the horses, and nobody would be around to unlock the door until morning. Ayla couldn’t wait any longer. She had to piss now. Anywhere. Nowhere was off limits at this moment. A jug, the floor, the wall, the hay like the horses. The hay! Ayla didn't care anymore. She wanted thi...No! She NEEDED this. She'd held it in long enough. She ran over to the end of the stable, frantically pulling at her shorts as she walked. It felt like an eternal struggle as she wrestled with her belt. Her legs, shaking violently, didn’t help, nor did the difficulty of keeping her hands away from her pee hole long enough, she moved her hands for only a second, feeling a spurt shoot out. She took a deep breath and staggered along, ignoring the confused neighs and whinnies of the horses. It was like a walk of shame. They watched her waddle along, holding herself like a child. Her heart sank, but she took no notice. She made it to the end of the stable, she stopped moving and began frantically pulling at her shorts. She struggled to get them down, it was like an eternal struggle, the final battle. Click! The belt came undone! “Ha!” She cheered to herself as she undid the button. This was it! The moment of truth. Ayla didn’t wait a second. With her belt undone, some semblance of privacy and a somewhat acceptable place to use, She squatted down behind the pens, hovering over the thick pile of fresh hay. It wasn’t a lavatory. It wasn’t an outhouse. Hell, it wasn’t even a small patch of grass out of the way of the main path, but given her unfortunate circumstance, it was as good as she was gonna get. There Ayla was, her shorts indignantly draped around her boots, her rear hovering over a pile of hay and at long last, the relief that she had longed for all night. It was here. She couldn’t believe after the night she had that she finally could, nothing would stop her, nothing at all. She relaxed and bent forward an inch. The relief hit her instantly. “Haaaaa~” She moaned. A thick pale stream fell from between her legs, splattering noisily into the hay on the ground. “Oooooh….” She continued, moaning as she felt her bladder shrinking with each second. She couldn’t stop herself from making such lewd noises. It was bliss. Pure bliss. Pouring out from between her thighs. She didn't let up for at least forty seconds. A small pool had began flooding out from the hay. forming around her boots on the stone after it failed to soak up any more of her pee. She could feel the steam rising against her bare legs. It felt...rather pleasant in the chilly air. But oddly, her thighs and back began to feel oddly warm. Not that she cared much. In the moment the only thing Ayla cared about was her overwhelming relief.
“Ayla?” A voice suddenly called out. “AYLA!?” That voice. It was Matilda!
Ayla flinched! She tried to stop herself from peeing, but couldn’t. No matter how hard she tried to stop, her stream persisted.
“I w-was...I was just sitting!” Ayla shot up in a cold sweat, confused and flustered. She found herself back in the familiar surroundings of her bedchamber at the crack of dawn. The whole thing had been a dream. A horrible, tormenting dream that punished her for a night of drinking. “What’s the matter?” She turned To Matilda
“YOU’VE S-SULLIED THE BED!” Matilda yelled.
“I-I’ve...wha?” It took a moment for her to catch on, her head felt heavy and so did her stomach, but when Ayla regained her senses...she could hear it, a strong hissing that filled the morning air, emanating from beneath the blanket. She threw her them aside, her cheeks running red as she came face to face with a soaked set of bedsheets. Between her legs She could feel a warm spray, tickling her thighs and maidenly area. It was a warm pleasant sensation, growing larger until it was running down her legs and pooling around her backside. Ayla lay back down a moment. It felt amazing, just like it had in the dream. Pure relief, but Ayla couldn’t let Matilda see how good this felt. She buried her head in her pillow. She couldn’t look at Matilda with such a face. Ayla was soaked, totally drenched from her waist down in pee. Her thighs and backside were wetter than a river in the rain, the sheets had grown dark and stained, and the morning air was rife with the unfavourable aroma of fresh piss. “I wet the bed…”
“I guess that’s what happens when you don’t pee before bed, huh?.” Matilda chuckled, much to Ayla’s dismay. “Oh, get yourself from under that pillow. You’ve only wet the bed.” She grabbed the pillow and threw it across the room. “You were making these really pained faces in your sleep and then suddenly you started moaning and I f-felt my...back...grow warm.”
Ayla said nothing.
“I guess this is a good thing.” Matilda smiled. “I guess my lovely lady will have to join me for my morning bath.”
Edited July 30, 2017 by JustClom
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I’m actually not sure whether I should release this one. I have a few stories in my vault where I hit writer’s block, and of which I’m sure that I will never ever, ever, complete them. This is one of those stories, but this is an odd one; since the main plot is just a frame story, it actually has enough substance to get published. I hope the end doesn't leave you unsatisfied though. This story is also not proofread and edited, so it may be a little rough around the edges. Oh well, enjoy it anyway, before I change my mind.
Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding and wetting.
- - CHLOE - AN UNFINISHED STORY - -
“Hey, love, why are you so silent? Are you having second doubts about moving away? Because you don’t seem very excited about our permanent trip to...”
“David, I’m super excited! No, it’s just… I’m kind of worried about my sister, that’s all.”
“Chloe? Come on, she’s 22 years old, Hannah. I’m sure she’ll manage without you.
She’s the only girl I know who graduated cum laude, she’s almost as gorgeous just like you; people are lining up for her from the border of Kansas. Adult life should be a breeze for her.”
“I don’t know, baby. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t know her like I do. I was always there for her, whenever she needed me. Yeah, she is smart - super super smart. But she can be so purposeful…”
“... And that’s a bad thing, why exactly?”
“Well, sometimes - not always, but sometimes, her mind can be so occupied with a single task that she postpones all the other things around her. Even the most basic activities; eating, sleeping, picking up the phone, you name it. I swear David, when she was working on her school assignments, the house could have been lit on fire, or a lion could have stood by her desk; she wouldn’t have moved an inch, unless I told her so.”
“Wait - so you are saying that she would rather starve than stop her activities?”
“Well, eventually she gets to things, and you don’t starve in a day, so she hasn’t exactly starved herself yet. But some more urgent matters that cannot wait hours until she finishes her task, yeah, definitely.”
“What do you mean, ‘urgent matters’?”
Hannah was silent, and peered out of the window, clearly hesitant to specify her sister’s behaviour any further, but she sighed, and continued anyway.
“Alright, you and I both promised to each other that we wouldn’t have secrets between us, so I guess I will have to answer your question, but you have to guarantee that this story stays between us. If my sister finds out that I’m telling you this, she would be so embarrassed that she would never want to see you again. And I want to be able to visit my family once in awhile.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“There have been some… incidents with Chloe.”
“Incidents?” David raised his eyebrow, and pulled onto the right lane, as a faster car was approaching him, intrigued by Hannah’s indecisiveness. They still had to pass a good amount of road, and there was no better way to kill the time than a mysterious story about his sister-in law.
“Incidents where she so occupied with her activities, that she forgot to… use the little girl’s room. Well, she did not actually forgot, it was more that she postponed it, until - well, it was too late.”
“So what? Every six- or seven year old has that phase; I still remember my older sister wetting her khaki trousers, when we were playing Mario Kart on the display console at the supermarket. And she still was proud that she beat me in the race, even though she was standing in a large puddle of her own piss.”
“Not when she was seven, David, she was definitely not seven,” Hannah explicitly repeated herself.
“Oh, you mean…”
Hannah just nodded.
“And has she always behaved like that?”
“Not always. The first incident - or at least that first I know of - was when we were in first year of college.”
“Story time?” David smiled at his girlfriend, placing her hand on her thigh. “We have plenty of time anyway.”
Hannah bit her lower lip, her mind racing whether she should tell David the tale only her and her sister knew. Chloe didn’t even knew that she knew about it. He was a great secret-keeper, though. And she had promised to tell him little detail of her life. She started slowly.
It was a warm summer evening. Our parents were out of town, so me and my sister were home alone for a couple of days, and the college placement tests were approaching. Chloe’s obsession with studying, which started in high school, was on a whole new level. So when we got home from some summer day camp, I cooked - well, I ordered pizza - while my sister went upstairs to her desk in the study room. We at together, and when she finished studying for the night, we placed ourselves on the couch and watched a movie and then went to sleep, rinse and repeat.
The second day she ended her study session later, and the third even later, and on the fourth day she announced to me that she wouldn’t have time to eat with me, so she got her lasagna and consumed it at her desk. I wasn’t particularly concerned; Chloe seemed to like her long study sessions, and I knew how important good grades were for her. So later that night, I did the chores, she joined me for a movie, we went to sleep.
On the fourth day, she didn’t even got downstairs to grab her food from the plate. Again I at alone, yelling that her food was ready, but the only reaction I got was ‘just a second!’, and thousands of seconds passed after. At first, I was annoyed with her; I had had a great time with her before, and now she just stood me up for her books. But I couldn’t stay mad for long, and after an hour or so, I heated her dinner in the microwave, and brought it to her. She was definitely hungry; she finished her plate in no time, her study book next to it. I did the dishes, and went upstairs to her again.
“Hey sis’, I’m starting the movie, let’s go!” I said.
“Oh.” She didn’t sound as excited as me, deeply engrossed in her math problems. My sister was leaning over her desk, her leg folded under her, wiggling on the office chair and I noticed that she had undid her belt. I was a girl myself, and I knew my sister very well; those were the signs of a college student Chloe who needed to pee. The only thing I though was that it made sense; she had rushed to the study room once we got home, and she had entirely finished the plastic water bottle that I had brought to her.
“Chloe?” I asked again, awaiting a proper response.
“Yeah, um”, she said to me, without looking up, “is it alright if you start the movie without me? I just want to finish this chapter, I’m almost done”, and she flipped two or three pages, and showed me the next chapter. “It will just a minute or ten, and then I’m going to the bathroom, and I’ll join you on the couch.”
“Promise?” - “Promise”
I sighed, but it was pretty clear to me that I wouldn’t be able to get her ass out of the chair. And ten minutes alone on the couch wasn’t the end of the world. I decided to pick a simple movie, so that Hannah wouldn’t have a problem understanding the plot once she joined me. I think you guessed the next bit already; she didn’t come downstairs in ten minutes, or twenty, or thirty minutes for that matter. Soon, I realized that Chloe wouldn’t be joining me tonight; she broke her promise to me. Agitated by her behaviour, I decided to let her study in complete silence. Fine by me.
I was halfway into the movie and in the kitchen to grab a snack, when the silence upstairs came to an abrupt end. I heard a loud thump - something heavy falling over - and then a cannonade of powerful footsteps on the floor - Hannah was running, towards the stairs, and then the noise stopped. I was intrigued what the fuss was all about, but also a little bit angry with my sister for staying me up. She was clearly by consciousness, and she didn’t shout for help, so she wasn’t in real danger anyway; I munched on my chips, muttering to myself that if she didn’t need me, I didn’t to help her out either.
But curiosity killed the cat, and after a good minute, I decided to check up on her; she was my one and only sister after all. I climbed the stairs and immediately noticed that our bedroom door was closed, which we never did by the ‘no-secrets’ policy enforced by our mother. I felt a warm wetness in my right sock once I reached top stair, and looked down; there was a sizable translucent puddle on the floor, darkening the tile joints. Had she...? Wet footsteps all over the way to our bedroom seemed to suggest that Chloe had. Silently, I tiptoed towards the study room, where the office chair was lying on the floor sideways. Instinctively, I ran my fingers over the seat, and felt wetness, a lot of it, the smell indicating that it was mixture of sweat and pee, but mostly pee. Chloe had leaked - scratch that - she had full-on pissed her pants right here on the chair! I was simply perplexed. An accident, at her age, while the bathroom was unoccupied for the entire evening and just downstairs? I couldn’t almost believe it, but then Chloe emerged from our room, the evidence all over her. She didn’t seem to notice me in the dark room, but I saw her, very clearly, her wet jeans in her hands, still wearing her light grey panties, dark grey around her crotch. Even the front of her t-shirt was wet, indicating how sizable her flood had been when she had wet herself.
After she sneaked downstairs, I walked back towards the kitchen as if nothing had happened; I assumed Hannah didn’t need an humiliating lecture by me - peeing your pants was probably already enough of an embarrassment for a college student. I heard her putting her clothes into the washer, and the sound of a shower running short after. When the movie was nearing it’s end, Hannah finally snuggled up to me, wearing nothing but her pyjamas, and excused herself. I kissed her on the forehead, waiting for her to tell her that she wet herself.
“But until today, she never confessed the study incident to me”.
“Wow,” said David simply. “What a story. And that wasn’t even the only time?”
“It wasn’t the only time. But before I tell you the next story, you will have to fill up your tank. And I will have to empty mine. All that talk about my sister peeing makes me have to go as well. That, and the can of fresh orange juice Chloe made me before we left.”
“Alright, I’ll get of the interstate; gas is cheaper in the stations on the country roads.”
Back home in the former twin’s bedroom, Chloe mindfully wiped the last tears from her face, and shuffled towards her closet, her white socks dragging on the floor. Deep down inside, she just wanted to be happy for her sister; Hannah had found the love of her life, a sweet and thoughtful guy, who would one day make her the loveliest wife in the entire state. Chloe knew that it was the thing her sister wanted the most since her sixteenth, and she had no problem with Hannah moving away; it was just… that she had always envisioned Hannah in a lovely house in their hometown, two blocks away from her. In her imagination, she would find a smart guy eventually and settle down, and her and Hannah both would have children, and they would come together every afternoon to discuss how their perfect lives went.
Needless to say, the news that Hannah and David would move to the other side of the state, had been a real shock to Chloe. Although her slim looks and sweet personality attracted a lot of male attention, she hadn’t met her smart guy yet, and Hannah was still her soulmate, the love in her life. And in a single day, that best friend had moved out to become the family member that would come home from Christmas - Chloe understood her sister’s decision, but had yet to accept it. She decided to leave the house for today to take her mind of things; she took her lab coat and slipped it over her comfortable onesie. She wasn’t in the mood to change, and with her long white coat covering most of her clothing, it wasn’t noticeable to an outsider that she was in her loungewear. Besides, the university was closed anyway, so she would probably be the only one on campus.
“Mom, dad, I’m going to the lab for a while! Don’t wait for me for dinner!”
Not awaiting her parent’s response, Chloe took her bike and left their home by the garage, her yellow winter boots crackling in the snow. White flakes were falling down rapidly, and the visibility was too low to ride her bike, so Chloe went to campus by foot, holding her vehicle right beside her. Maybe she could use it to ride back home once the snow stopped.
- - - - -
“Gas is cheaper in stations on the country roads”, Hannah mimicked her boyfriend’s earlier comment, “yeah, that is, if we ever find one of those goddamn stations!”
“Relax, sweetheart, the low fuel light isn’t even on yet. I’m sure we’ll come across one in the next few minutes. I would be more worried about the amount of snow that is falling down; I can’t hardly see the direction signs.”
“Yeah, I’m going to be happy when we arrive at our place.”
“Me too. See, you’re starting to get over leaving Chloe already. I’m sure she feels the same way about you.”
“Mmmh…”
“Speaking of which, you promised me another story about her. It’s been quiet in the car since the radio stopped working because of the snowstorm.”
“Mmmh… alright then.”
Chloe’s dedication to college only got worse over the year. When we had to hand in assignment, we literally had to shove a plate over her books, or she wouldn’t eat. My mother had to impose a night clock upon us, or she would stay up all night, getting the final details of her work right. That worked for a while, but then she started skipping breaks at school to make up for the time she couldn’t work at home. She got applauded by the family for her tremendous work ethic, but I wasn’t sure that her behaviour was really good for her, although she didn’t really seem to suffer. Chloe was still her cheerful self, but it was the little details that uneased me. She regularly stayed in class until the very last minute, sprinting towards the bus with the books in her hand. On more than one occasion, she admitted to me that she hadn’t gone to the bathroom after lunch, and had to squirm in the her bus seat, before desperately hobbling towards our home. I wasn’t there with her on the toilet off course, but I’m sure that she had a few extremely close calls…
“Were you worried that she would have another incident?” David interrupted.
“Kind of, yeah. It wasn’t a real problem when I was the only one who knew about it, but what if something happened in public? She shrugged it off when I confronted her; she wasn’t taking it seriously. After a few of her little shows, I decided to keep an eye out for her.”
Every week on thursday, we had a two-hour physics lecture in the largest college auditorium, and the professor was notorious for criticizing anyone who entered the class late. Only two minutes before the class would start, I was getting impatient; I hadn’t seen Chloe during lunch, and there was still no sign of her. As some of the last students passed me through the auditorium door, I checked my phone to see if I hadn’t gotten a text from her, but I hadn’t. The last text she sent me was to announce that she wouldn’t come to the lunchroom; she would stay at the lab to perform some experiments with the chemistry professor, and meet me outside the auditorium.
The one minute mark before the lecture started went by, and I knew that I had to I had no other choice to attend class without Chloe. I hesitated for another few good seconds; a part of me felt that she would still arrive, although all the other students were already inside. She was purposeful, and missed some things, but she had never missed a class. No - that wasn’t the type of thing Chloe would do. With twenty seconds on the clock, I pushed the door and stepped inside the auditorium; I loved my sister, but I wasn’t going to undergo a public beating just because she decided to be late.
“Hannah, wait for me!”
That was Chloe’s voice, and I had to squint my eyes to notice her in the back of the hall, running towards the auditorium, still wearing her lab coat. I firmly pushed the door open for her, and spotted two seats in the back on the third row on the right; I would just make it in time, but Chloe did not have a single second to spare. She dropped her books on the table next to me, and I noticed the professor genially staring at his wristwatch, ready to call my sister out in front of the entire auditorium for being late. But she wasn’t, as she plopped herself down in the seat just when the second hand on the clock passed the minute mark. Seamlessly, the professor started his lecture without a whim.
“Where were you?” I whispered, piqued by her late appearance.
“I came straight from the chemistry lab. I must have forgotten all about time - the next time I’ll set my alarm, I promise. I didn’t even have the time to grab lunch from the cafeteria...”
Thankfully for her, I had already figured that one out, so I had brought her a banana and a water bottle from the lunchroom. She thanked me and quickly consumed her poor man’s meal, while she started working on her physics notes. I sighed; sometimes, I really had to take care of her, as if I was her mother instead of her sister.
“Let me guess - she hadn’t visited the bathroom during lunchtime either?” said David, cutting Hannah off again; he seemed more interested in the story than in finding a petrol station - and a bathroom for his girlfriend.
Yeah, and it didn’t take me long to figure that one out either. I could tell that she tried to hide it from me, but I knew her since the day we were born, and something was up. Since the lecture started, Chloe had her legs firmly crossed, her upper body leaning unusually far over the small table; from around twenty minutes in, she started shifting around in her seat, her leg bobbing down as if she had a nervous habit. But for me, it was the telltale sign that she needed to pee.
As the half-time break neared, her movements rapidly became more obvious, her need probably not improved by the water bottle that I had brought her, which was now more than half empty. The quality of her handwriting was deteriorating, and the number of notes that she was taking diminishing. She bit her lip, rocking on her chair, the wood silently making a cracking noise when she applied force on the seat. Persistently, she tried to keep up with her note taking, probably hoping that physics would make her take her mind of things.
I sat beside her and peered at the clock, praying that the lecturer wouldn’t ramble on and postpone the break, as Chloe seemed to be getting really desperate. She hadn’t held shoved her hand between her legs yet, but it was in position to do so. I don’t know for how longer she could last, and as she had proved, her bladder had limits. Thankfully, she didn’t have to test them that day, as the professor announced a five minute recess. Chloe jumped up immediately, legs knotted tightly together, ready to rush off towards the ladies’. At least, that was what I assumed. Instead, she grabbed one her notes from the table, and turned herself towards me.
“I’m going to ask the professor a question about what he meant there, are you coming too?”
Oh no. Chloe was doing her single-minded thing again. I didn’t mind that she had a ritual of asking professors all kinds of questions during recesses; her love of detail was the reason why she was one of the best students of our class. But what I couldn’t possibly understand is why she couldn’t drop it, just for once, since she clearly had to pee so bad. It was the sensible thing to do for anyone, but not her. She wanted the answer to her question, no matter what. I decided to intervene.
“Yeah, how about we do that in a minute,” I told her, “but I need to use the bathroom, do you want to come with me first? You know I hate going alone.”
“That last part is somewhat of a lie,” Hannah said to David. ”I don’t mind using the ladies’ all by myself, but it was something that I had made my sister believe in. I had found that Chloe refused to go when I straight up commanded her, but she would more than often come with me if I visited the bathroom myself.”
“Clever.” David laughed.
So I walked up the stairs to order to add force to my request, but much to my surprise, Chloe didn’t come with me, and she said:“Actually, I kind of need to go as well” - understatement of the year, I thought to myself - “but I really am going to ask this question first. It should be quick, and then we’ll go together? I’ll be back in a second.”
And off she went. Unfortunately for my sister, two other A-students swooped in and captured the professor’s attention before she could get to him. From in my seat, I saw Chloe nervously glancing to the waiting college girl before her, and then to the auditorium door, her foot tapping on the floor. I could only assume that she was overthinking her little plan, but then the first student took off, and Chloe was now first in line. It would be her turn soon.
But Chloe would learn about the relativity of the word soon, as even from where I was sitting, I could tell that it wasn’t soon enough for her. She briefly started pee dancing on the spot by crossing and uncrossing her legs, her arms folded over each other to withstand the temptation of pressing a hand on her crotch, and then stood still again, but not for long. As it turned out, the question that the girl before her had was not such a simple one, and the professor took his sweet time with the student. He glanced at his watch, and then signaled my sister to come over. Chloe, clearly having trouble standing still, leaned over his desk, her ass swaying back and forth, like a cat waiting to attack its target. Her question seemed to be resolved as quickly as she told me, but a part of me wondered whether she Chloe was really satisfied with the answer, or that she left because she simply couldn’t compose her any longer. The way she gave her crotch a quick squeeze walking towards me seemed to indicate the latter. I moved over towards the aisle, instructing Chloe to come with me.
“Continuing with our last subject…” The professor raised his voice, and then roaring in the auditorium slowly diminished towards a small buzz. I glanced at my clock, and then at the distressed look in the eyes of my sister; the lecture had started again before we had gone to the bathroom. I shrugged and stood up anyway; I had promised Chloe that I would go with her. But as always, my purposeful sister had other plans.
“I suppose we will have to hold it a little longer,” Chloe nervously whispered to me, as she took place in her seat again, blocking my way out. I stood there, perplexed. Alright, she did not want to draw any attention to her - I got that - but she couldn’t possibly mean it, right? I mean, she was truly bursting, clearly holding it for another period wasn’t an option?
“Look, I have to go, let’s be qui-”
“Do you care if I start the lecture, miss?” The auditorium laughed, and I turned myself to the front of the class, noticing that every student was sitting in his seat again, and the professor looking at me. Fuck. I really wanted to help my sister out, but I wasn’t willing to make a scene in a full auditorium. I nodded and sat down in silence, looking over to Chloe. She was holding herself. Fifty more minutes to go.
“I’m sorry about the bathroom, Hannah. Do you think you can wait until the end of the lecture?” she whispered to me, shifting in her seat, making me feel that the question she asked me was actually one for herself.
“Let’s hope so. Can you?”
Chloe lowered her eyes, and forced a painful grimace on her face. “Let’s hope so. The break was short; maybe the professor will do another recess in between chapters, hopefully - I mean, maybe - sooner, and if not, then I’ll just have to… hold… it...”
I tried to be sympathetic with Chloe, but she was just overly optimistic; in all of his previous lectures, the professor had never granted us a second break. If she wanted to wait, she would have to do it for another forty-nine minutes, and I wasn’t sure that she would be able manage that. I wasn’t even sure that she could hold on for another ten minutes.
As the clock indicated a little later, Chloe even did fifteen. Thirty-four minutes to go, and my sister was on the very edge. Her left hand was glued to her crotch, her tense fingers pressing against the seam of her jeans, her butt constantly shifting in her seat. Thankfully no-one was sitting in the seats behind us, and for the moment, I seemed to be the only one paying attention to the show Chloe was putting on. Acting like nothing was wrong with her, she tried to make notes, but the maximum her trembling hand could manage was an illegible line or three, before jamming itself between her legs together with the other hand, dropping her pen on the table. Thirty-three minutes and thirty seconds left; there was simply no way that Chloe could hold it until the end of the lecture, but I knew my sister. Once she was resolved to do something, she would continue attempting to do it, even it was against her own better judgement. I had to intervene, if not this could only end in disaster.
“Fuck. I really have to go to the bathroom, Chloe”, I whispered, and shoved my hands between my legs to add force to my argument. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going now. Come on, move over.”
“Just… just… a few more minutes… I’m sure the next break is soon…”
I didn’t know whether she was talking to me, or to her poor own bladder muscles, but she was fooling one of us nonetheless. No matter how hard I wanted that break too, it just wasn’t going to happen; the professor had just started a new chapter, explaining a three page formula to us. In the most optimistic realistic case, he would end the lecture five to ten minutes earlier, but even that moment was still twenty-five minutes away. Chloe’s plan made no sense at all, but then it occurred to me that maybe she was so frantic that she had lost all notion of time; no matter how smart she was, her brain would only be able to take so many impulses. She started twisting and turning, sitting sideways in her seat, her quivering buttocks facing me, and her shameless crotch-grabbing now visible to the three students in the next row on the left of us. Thankfully, they were carefully paying attention to the professor’s lecture… well, until Chloe’s right leg spasmed and banged it’s knee loudly against the table. She was helplessly losing control over her own body, and all I could do was watch her and hope for some miracle, before she would lose control over her brimming bladder too.
Then, the lecture got interrupted by a sudden beaming sound, shrilling through the speakers of the auditorium, one hanging next to the row that me and Chloe were sitting in. Fire alarm. Nothing happened at first, but a second later the professor cut his lesson, and the first students stood up. I glanced at my sister and smiled; her wonder break was happening, and during all the confusion, nobody would notice her strange behaviour either - her guardian angel was on point that day.
“Lucky girl,” David agreed on a more serious tone.
That’s what I thought too, and I rose from my seat, while the back row students were the first ones leaving the auditorium. The bathroom was just across the hall, and with the fire alarm urging the pack of students out of the building, the stalls would be dead empty too - surely even Chloe would realize that, even in her desperate state. But much to my surprise, she stayed in her seat, leaning forward, hands jammed in between her legs, making no intention to rush off to the toilet she so badly needed.
I gave her thigh a little sympathetic push with my knee, but she did not budge - in fact, she did not move around at all anymore. No more squirming in her seat, no more tapping her foot up and down, no more bouncing her knee around. And then she looked up to me with those big hazel eyes, a forced smile on her face, subtly feigning carelessness. Instinctively, I looked down, as in one moment of inspiration, it occurred to me why Chloe didn’t make a run for it. It had been a while since I had seen that particular look on her face, but I clearly remembered it from when we were younger; faking innocence was her childhood bluff tactic for when she was confronted with misconduct. I could only imagine that she had leaked, or worse.
Her dry jeans seemed to indicate the former, but I couldn’t be sure, since both of her hands blocked out the area around her crotch, but as it turned out, she wasn’t holding back any longer - at all. A dark blue wave appeared on both of her thighs, and the wetness spread rapidly downward her knees. It was like a water balloon had exploded from between her legs, piss streaming out of her with a tremendous force as if the tighter passage between her bladder and her pee hole wasn’t even there. Chloe looked up towards the students leaving the auditorium, and then stood up herself, splashes of wetness dripping everywhere, especially from under her lab coat, which simply acted like a water slide for the puddle she had made in her jeans. The piece of clothing, however, saved most of her appearance, as the white front flaps fell down to her knees, leaving only the dark blue lines on the inside of her lower legs visible to the outside world.
I packed the books on her desk as Chloe shuffled forward into the pack of students queuing in the aisle - I figured that my sister would prefer to avoid a return to the mess she had made in her seat, and so did I. When I turned around to follow her to the designated evacuation area, she had disappeared, and I couldn’t find her outside either. I searched for her in the bathrooms, the gym dressing rooms, the bus stop, but she was nowhere to be found - until it hit me.
The chemistry lab. That’s where I found her, standing in her socks and released from her soaked jeans - I knocked on the door and placed her books on the table by the door. She didn’t look up for even a second, and the passive-aggressive conversation that followed went along these lines:
“Hey - I brought your books - Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I mean, this formula was really bothering me, but I think I found the mistake in the simplification my professor made, and…”
“Chloe, stop. That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“You don’t?”
“Look, I know you always shrug it off, but if we can just talk about it, then...”
“Can’t we do this at home? I’d love to help you out with your problem, but I’m in the middle of my experiment and...”
“My problem? You pissed your pants in the middle of the auditorium!”
“Oh, that.”
“Yeah, that.”
“What do you want me to say? Yeah, I had one weak moment when the alarm suddenly surprised me, and I leaked some in my panties, but I’m sure it will dry out before we get home - no-one will ever know.”
“Chloe, don’t lie to me, or don’t lie to yourself, you know what happened.”
“Yeah, I just told you. So can you stop bothering me so I can continue my experiment?”
“And that was that.”
“Wow.”
THE END
A few last words:
I wrote this story after satyr’s post in the thread “Let’s Trade Stories!”, where he said, and I quote: "My favorite scenario is any variation of: girl teases others for always having to pee / having an accident / etc and never imagines it can happen to them, until it does, to humiliating effect."
Off course, since I haven’t actually finished the story, I didn’t fulfill satyr’s request at all, but you can imagine where this story would have headed, if I would have completed it.
By the way, I’m not fishing for comments to encourage me. I swear, I’m never going to finish this story. Never. Your own imagination will have to make up the rest. |
I wasn't sure where to put this as Dreams are fictional but feel real and are experienced first hand for the most part. I put it here anyways so other people can hopefully enjoy it as much as I did/do (and so I don't forget it as my short term memory is terrible on the whole). I don't normally dream or if I do I don't usually remember any of it, however I have had this one twice this month which to my knowledge is the first time I've had the same dream twice, considering as afore mentioned I don't have many.
I am at college (UK) in the dream (I finished a few years back however) and it's winter, about -7c outside.
So the morning started like any other, I got up, sorted the animals, ate breakfast then got dropped off at the local bus stop, (there are non in walking distance). It was a bank holiday and I was heading in to do some extra work with one of my college-friends who I was working on an assignment with, (and to drop some old clothes of my sisters off at the clothes bank/charity shop for my mum).
The bus pulled up as normal and I went and sat down (near the middle, on the left) and was going to get my IPod out of my pocket to listen to some music when something piqued my interest. The bus was rather empty and there was only me and another woman who looked around my age (at the time, 19 ) and who I presumed was also going to college. She was of slight build, had almost white hair that was dip dyed orange, royal blue eyes and looked about 5"2' with a virtually non-existent chest (I wouldn't have called them A's). She was wearing a padded burgundy coat all zipped up (one of those with the fur around the hood), pale skinny jeans, had a black satchel type bag with the name Amie embroidered on the front (which I presume is her name, to which I know of no one with that name) and some brown leather boots. (I wish the few people that my mind creates could be real *sigh*)
This was all normal and nothing to think about. However, the thing that got me was that she was on a deserted bus, but was stood up clinging to one of the poles rather than sitting down. I found this odd so decided to keep an eye on things (I have no clue on the reason why at first). Around five minutes later, she picked up her left leg and pulled it over her waist, then lowered it back down gingerly. At this point I knew why she wasn't sat down, and I noticed that the hand that wasn't holding onto the pole, was clenched into a white knuckle fist.
Time went on and she was crossing her legs more frequently and seemed to have a panicked look on her face. This is when It happened, a red car (not sure on make or model) pulled out in front of the bus and the driver put the brakes on as hard as possible and honked the horn with all the usual hand gestures and shouted expletives. At this same point, the girl was pulling her jeans up (what I presume was into her crotch to try and help alleviate some of the pressure she most clearly was feeling) and didn't have either hand on the pole in front of her. This caused her to lurch backwards, stumble a little and she would have fell onto the floor if the pole she was using wasn't in front of me. Instead I held my arm out and stopped her from hitting the floor and half pulled her towards the bus side wall so that she could prop herself up. She went to say thank y- but then we both noticed that she was sat legs apart over my right leg. she then started whispering, no, no, no, all whilst tears appeared to be welling up in her eyes. She was looking at me and I subconsciously pushed my leg up, (to try to add pressure as I knew what was happening), but to no avail. My leg started to get warm and her jeans were getting darker as what she had been holding started tracking its way down the inside of her thighs, down the lower half of my right leg and then onto the floor. All whilst this was happening she was sobbing and shuddering as it appeared she was trying to put all of her effort into stopping (with no such thing happening I might add). I thought, at least her shoes stayed dry
After what seemed like minutes, she half said/cried s-s-sorry and slumped into the seat to my left and stared out of the window whilst sobbing. I didn't know what to do at this point; should I comfort her, or would that come across as creepy, should I ignore her, or would that seem insensitive. Then I had a brain wave, the clothes, the ones I had been asked to take to the clothes bank/charity shop were mostly T-shirts and joggers. I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned round with tears streaming don her face, I said these things happen its ok and then gestured to the bag of clothes (I don't know why I did but I did). There might be something in here that you can put on, she just shook her slumped head and sobbed thank you but I'll be fine. I then replied with the fact that it was -7c outside and there was only me on the bus so changing would be easy enough and there was no point catching a cold or attaining hypothermia from wearing wet clothes all day. To this she reluctantly accepted and rummaged through the bag to see if there was anything her size.
A few minutes later she pulled out a pair of dark grey joggers and put them to one side, (which I presumed meant they'd do) whilst she put the rest back into the black-bag. she then turned round, wiped her eyes, having stopped crying, and said that these would fit but they are a little big on the waist. Then set about worrying how she'd change into them with busses having a lot of windows and a driver with an interior mirror to check for misbehaviour. I told her to calm down and that no one could see her from the other side of the bus because the windows were heavily steamed up and that I would hold my coat up to the windows on this side so that no one could see in from this side. she concluded that it was best to change sat down so the driver had less of a chance at seeing anything and with a bright red face, asked me to look the other way (to which I did). However my coat had a rather large zip tab and the reflection (albeit small) was good enough for me (plus she'd never know, not that I'd want her too).
The next bit astounded me however, as once changed, she said finished, with which I let the coat down and turned back round. Then with a face like a beetroot she asked what she should do with these, to which she held up the (not so) pale blue jeans, then a pair of purple, frilly and translucent thin cotton thong-like knickers. At this point I go all hot and bothered and start scanning round for some sort of inspiration. Then I remembered, I always carry a small carrier bag round in the bottom of my college bag to put my coat in if it's wet and I'm hot (which wouldn't be happening today (once I got off the bus at least)). I pulled it out and handed it to her and said to put them in it, tie it up and then put them into the bottom of her bag and no one would know. She thanked me, then did just that.
She then saw my wet leg and asked me what I was going to do. I just replied that the jeans were loose fit and they would dry over time without clinging too much and I'd just tell anyone that asked (most likely my friend) I didn't notice the Ice covered puddle at the bus stop which was a little deeper than expected to which she half laughed and said ok with a smile, (I was just happy she was smiling at least). For the last ten or so minutes of the bus ride we spent it chatting about other things and it turns out she was a video game lover, like myself (it is my dream after all so that's expected I suppose), so we exchanged PSN's, Nintendo and Steam FC's and the like, then the bus pulls up at our stop we get off and as I get off and she waves and mouths thank you, I wake up, and that's where the dream ends.
I don't know where this came from or why I've had it twice, but I'm not complaining and I hope I've done it justice in the writing department ( I also hope to imagine her again in some other places (or over voice chat in a crucial part in a non pause-able co-op or team based game, but with my dream record that's wishful thinking) :). |
Heroes of Olympus
Chapter 1
In a way, it began before the seven demigods came together. However, it did not turn into something sexual until they did. The three girls had always had issues finding time to relieve themselves on these side missions. Annabeth had it the worst; as she had a small bladder and had gone on several missions, but neither of the other girls had had it easy either. Hazel had issues because she was so shy, and all the girls had remarkably small bladders.
Even in the early stages of the trip, it was a nuisance to the girls to relieve themselves. There was only one bathroom on the entire ship, and quite frequently it would either be busy or they just wouldn’t have time to visit it. Combine that with the fact that they had been lectured on making sure to keep good hydration, and it was a recipe for disaster.
Needless to say, all three of the girls had wet themselves multiple times on this trip, but had been too embarrassed to say anything about it. However, tonight, that was going to change.
It was a very cold Mediterranean night, colder than anything Hazel had ever experienced. The strange thing was, the other girls seemed to be fine, but Hazel was freezing. The heater was broken and Leo had crashed, he probably couldn’t be awoken even if Hazel wanted to, and she didn’t because he needed his sleep. What that amounted to, though, was Hazel sitting in the mess hall wrapped in blankets and drinking hot chocolate.
She had refused to go down to her room, stating that she needed to remain on duty, but she was finally willing to admit that she was not needed on deck, as she was hurting their progress more than helping. So she sat, curled up in her blankets, and she drank hot chocolate.
Now, the issue was, with all the blankets providing padding, she was starting to not feel things as much. Shen the hot chocolate was too hot, she didn’t notice. When she needed to pee, she didn’t notice. And when she got to the point where she should have gone to the bathroom a long time before, she still didn’t notice.
That changed when Annabeth ran down into the mess hall, screaming “Hazel! Get up here NOW!” Immediately, or as quickly as she could, Hazel threw off five or six blankets and raced up on deck.
Now this was something she had never witnessed before in her life. Pegasi were attacking the ship.
“What are they doing? Pegasi don’t act like this!” She shouted, as the sound of all the Pegasi was too loud.
“I think Gaea found a way to brainwash them! We have to get them off the ship or they’ll break everything!”
“We can’t hurt them! They’re innocent! They’re just brainwashed!”
“Any ideas, then?”
“The water cannons! We can blast them! It doesn’t hurt them but it will drive them away!”
“Then get to the cannons!” The three of them sprinted across the deck, covering their heads from attack. The cannons took a few seconds to fill, but then they all picked a direction and shot at a cluster of pegasi.
It resulted well. The pegasi that had been hit flew off, never to be seen again. Unfortunately, that only enraged their comrades who hadn’t been hit. They flew directly at the girls, and the girls were forced to blindly fire almost directly upwards. The result of this was that the girls got soaked. The water was freezing, the night was freezing, and now Hazel realized how badly she had to pee.
Now, being from the forties, Hazel was not willing to just pee herself. So she held on, even though it made her less effective. The combination of the wet, the cold, and the sound of the cannons left here more desperate than she could ever remember being in her life.
It took a miserable twenty minutes to drive away the pegasi. Eventually, they did.
“Annabeth, can you go record the attack in the ship’s log?”
“I thought that was usually your job.”
“It should be, but I really need to go to the bathroom. Please help me out.”
“Sure.” Hazel waddled off, trying not to have to hold herself but eventually admitting to herself that it was necessary.
Eventually, she finally reached the bathroom. She grasped the handle and turned, only to find that it was locked.
“Who’s in there?”
“Frank.” Came a muffled voice.
“Can you try to hurry up in there? I really need to go.”
“I can try, but you know me.” Hazel did know him. It usually took him a while when he used the bathroom. It was just a product of the way his metabolism worked. “You know, you can come in here and join me. I won’t tell.”
“Frank!” She exclaimed, growing flustered. “OK, I’ll try to wait.” She waddled her way back up onto the deck where the other girls were.
“You ok, Hazel?” Piper asked.
“No, not really. I really have to pee, but Frank’s in the bathroom, and who knows how long that will take.
“I know. Hey, let’s go down to the mess hall and try to find a way for you to relieve yourself.”
“No way, Piper. I’ll wait for Frank.”
“Actually, you won’t. He’ll be at least another half hour, and given that my mom is Aphrodite and apparently a lot of people are into that sort of thing, I can tell how full your bladder is. You won’t make it five more minutes. Now, let’s go find a giant bowl or something.”
“Oh… ok then.” Hazel was very embarrassed but she knew Piper wasn’t lying. She knew that, if there was a chance for her to relieve herself, she had to take it, and was now willing to do anything. She stuffed her hands in her crotch and waddled down to the mess hall, where Annabeth was fixing herself a snack.
“Problem, Hazel?” She asked innocently.
“I really have to pee and Frank’s in the bathroom. According to Piper, there’s no possible way for me to make it, and I need to find a bowl before I explode.”
“Totally get it. Hold on.” Annabeth ran and grabbed a giant serving bowl. “I know this is embarrassing, but pull your pants down.”
Red faced, Hazel nodded. She yanked down her jeans, but couldn’t get off her panties before she began to pee. Eventually, knowing it would just spill everywhere, she just gave up and went through her panties.
Sighing with relief, she looked around. She noticed Piper had her hand down her pants, and was blatantly staring at Hazel.
“Piper!” She exclaimed.
“I can’t help it! You know my issue!” That was true. Now that she could think clearly, Hazel remembered that Piper was constantly horny due to being a daughter of Aphrodite and frequently had moments where she could do nothing but masturbate.
Hazel decided not to dwell on it. Piper’s fetishes were dictated by what people were currently into, and apparently a lot of people liked piss. She decided to try to finish this and never think of it again. Little did she know how much this little accident was going to spark. |
This is my first time writng fanfiction so if you could please give helpful comments and feedback that would be great.
Chapter 1: The Urgency Begins
It was a clear and sunny Saturday and Maid Latte was bustling. Maid Latte is a café where the all-female staff dress up as maids and act as though their customers are there masters. Every so often Maid Latte holds a cosplay day where their maids portray different characters like the little sisters or butlers. Normally Maid Latte was open to all customers, but today it would be open only to female customers for today’s cosplay theme was Host Club. All the maids were dressed up like men. What made the day even more special was that the customers could order drinks for their favorite maids and chat and play games with them. Of all the maids at Maid Latte, the most popular was Misa, a high school girl who secretly worked at Maid Latte to help provide for her mother and younger sister. Today she was decked out in a black suit jacket, a white dress shirt and black dress pants. Her hair was gelled to make it stand up for a manlier look. She was sitting at one of the tables surrounded by female customers, each of them vying for her attention.
“Come now girls, there is enough of me to go around so there is no need to fight for my attention,” said Misa in the best man’s voice she could muster. Immediately after she said that the girls sitting around her erupted in squeals and giggles.
One of the girls moved in closer to Misa and said, “Misa-chan please allow me to buy you a drink.”
Suddenly one of the other girls started shouting, “No fair, I wanted to buy her a drink too.” Then the whole crowd of girls surrounding Misa started in with “no fairs” and “me toos”.
Sensing that things could get bad very quickly, Misa said “Hold up girls. Today is Host Club Day which means that all of you can order drinks for me if you want.”
“But there are so many of us that there is no way that you could possibly consume drinks from all of us,” interjected one of the girls. As if on cue the other girls started talking amongst themselves as to who among them would be the lucky ones to order Misa drinks.
“Do not concern yourself with such small matters,” Misa said as she placed her fingers under the one girl’s chin so as to raise the girl’s head to get a better look at the girl’s eyes. “I will drink however much I am given because it would be such a waste to see such beautiful young faces soiled with jealousy and disappointment.” All of the girls exploded once more with squeals of excitement and began ordering drinks for Misa.
As the first drink arrived Misa heard her boss, Satsuki Hyoudou, call out, “Sorry to interrupt all the fun but can I please have all the maids, I mean Host Club members, see me in the back real quick.”
Misa stood up but before she could start making her way to the back, one of the girls grabbed her arm and said teary eyed, “Please don’t go, we were just starting to have fun.”
Misa gently placed her finger on the girl’s lip and said “No need for tears I promise I will be back shortly so promise you’ll wait for me okay.” The girl nodded and let go of Misa and watched as she walked off towards the back.
By the time Misa got to the backroom, all the other maids and her boss were waiting for her. As she was getting ready to apologize for being late, she noticed a look of distress on everyone’s faces. “What’s going on?”
Satsuki turned to Misa, grabbing both her shoulders in the process and said, “Oh Misa-chan, it’s terrible, just terrible. Our toilets are out of order and the plumbing company won’t be able to get anyone out here to fix the problem until tomorrow morning at the latest.”
“What are we going to do?” shouted one of the maids.
“I think we should close down for the day,” shouted another.
Misa could tell that Satsuki was really feeling the pressure. “Hold on just a minute everybody,” said Misa. “Just because the toilets aren’t working is not the end of the world. There is a convenience store a few blocks up the road, if anyone needs to go they can do so there.”
“Great idea Misa-chan,” said Satsuki as the other maids nodded in agreement. “Just to be safe though I am going to ask that all of you try not to drink so much so that we can avoid any unnecessary bathroom breaks. And of course that includes you Misa-chan.”
Misa’s face went bright red “Why are you singling me out? I hardly ever have to go to the bathroom at work.”
Satsuki looked at her and said, “While that maybe true, with today being a day where the customers can buy drinks for the maids combined with your habit of not being able to turn down a female customer I am afraid that you will drink so much that you will be constantly rushing for the bathroom.”
Misa placed her hand on her boss’s shoulder and said “There’s no need to worry because I have a bladder of steel. But if it makes you happy I will do my best to not go overboard.”
“Bladder of steel, huh,” said a male voice, “Do you really think you can hold out?”
Misa turned around to find none other than Usui, the most popular boy in her high school and one of only a few people who knew her secret. “What the hell are you doing here? Today is females only day,” she shouted seething with anger. Misa despised all men since her father abandoned her family and left them with crippling debt, but the man she despised most was Usui. She hated the fact that he not only knew her secret but that he had a tendency to tease her. As she looked at him, her fists began to ball up.
Noticing that Usui’s unexplained presence was making Misa angry, Satsuki quickly said, “One of our kitchen staff called in sick today so I asked Usui if he could help us just for today. I hope that’s alright?”
Realizing that she could not fault her boss for calling him in to help with their staffing situation, Misa gave in and said, “I guess I’m okay with it as long as he stays in the kitchen and doesn’t do anything perverted.”
“That a girl,” said Satsuki. She then quickly turned to Usui and whispered, “I know that you like to playfully tease her but please try not to anger her too much today.”
“Sure,” said Usui, his cool and calm demeanor making it impossible for anyone to tell what he was really thinking.
“Alright girls, and Usui, let’s get back to work,” said Satsuki.
Everyone with the exception of Misa and Usui went right back to their work. Misa stood in the backroom with Usui, glaring at him with all she was worth. “I’ll be watching you Usui.”
Usui smiled back at her in his usual calm way and said “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Miss Bladder of Steel.”
Misa’s face went bright red. “Shut up you perverted idiot.” And with that she stormed out of the backroom and back to the customers she had left waiting. As Usui watched her leave, he wondered if Misa would really be okay.
During her regular four-hour shift, Misa estimated that she must of drank about 2 gallons of juice. What made things worse for her was that she was so busy that she did not have time to take a bathroom break. By the time her four-hour shift was over, she was practically crossing her legs in desperation. She managed to make it to the changing room and quickly unbuckled her pants to relieve some of the pressure on her now bulging bladder. “Thank god the shift is over. I am not sure how much longer I could have held out,” she said to herself as she began the pulling her pants down so she could change into her street clothes.
Suddenly the changing room door was thrown open. Misa looked up to see her boss in a frantic state. “Thank goodness your still here. One of our girls who was supposed to take the evening shift just called in sick and we’re slammed with customers right now. Is there any way you could work her shift too and stay to help close the shop? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Misa looked at Satsuki and said “Sure.” As she leaned down to pull up her dress pants, she felt a jolt of pain in her already full bladder that caused her to crumple to the floor.
“Misa-chan!” cried Satsuki as she ran over to her. “Are you okay?”
Misa looked up at her and said, “I’m alright.” She could see the worried look in her boss’s eyes, “Serioulsy I am fine, my leg just fell asleep,” she lied.
Satsuki looked her over before saying “Alight, but if you need a break just let me know, I would feel awful if you overworked yourself.” With that, she left Misa in the changing room.
As soon as her boss left, Misa slowly stood up, got redressed and left to go deal with customers. Before she could make it to the main room, Usui stepped in front of her blocking her path. “I don’t have time for this Usui, please get out of my way.” Usui stared at her and refused to move. Usui’s refusal to move combined with her desperate need to find a bathroom angered her. “GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY,” she screamed as she threw a punch aimed at Usui’s face. But before she could land the punch she felt a few drops of urine leak into her panties causing her to stop. A look of embarrassment spread across her face as she realized she had pissed herself just a little.
Before she could regain her composure, Usui pinned her to the wall and said, “It’s obvious that your about to wet yourself so why don’t you just ask the boss for a bathroom break? If you’re having trouble asking her I could always do it for you.” Just then a sharp stinging sensation came over Usui’s cheek accompanied by a loud slapping sound. He looked into Misa’s eyes which were starting to tear up with embarrassment.
“Shut up, I don’t need you always coming to my rescue. Furthermore, if you even try asking my boss if I could have a bathroom break I swear that I will never forgive you. Now get out of my way.”
Realizing that there was no getting through to her, he moved out of her way and said “I was only trying to help you. I don’t like seeing you in such pain and misery”
“Just leave me alone,” Misa said as she walked away, leaving a worried Usui behind her.
As he watched her leave he slammed the side of his fist into the wall and said under his breath, “Why do you always have to be so god damn stubborn?”
Chapter 2: The Dumpster
The next four hours were like a living hell. The customers kept ordering Misa drinks and not wanting to be rude, she kept pounding them away. By closing time Misa’s bladder was at its limit. She made a mad dash to the changing room, fixed her hair, hopped into her street clothes, and was getting ready to make a run for the convenience store. As she was turning the handle to the back door she heard her boss calling her name. “Hey Misa-chan, since you’re going out the back anyway would you mind tossing out the trash.”
Not wanting to refuse a request from her boss, Misa nodded her head, grabbed the trash bags and went outside. It was 11:00 p.m. and she could feel the cool night breeze. She walked over to the dumpster which was taller than her and stood on her tiptoes to dispose of the trash. As she did so, she felt a few more drops leak into her already soiled panties. It was then that she came to the realization that even if she started running at full speed, she would never make it to the convenience store’s bathroom on time. She quickly glanced up and down the alleyway to make sure that no one was around. Once she was satisfied that no one would come along, she quickly ducked between the dumpster and the wall of the building. With increasing urgency, Misa hiked up her skirt and pulled down her slightly soiled panties. She squatted down while being sure to move her panties out of the way. Misa took a deep breath and closed her eyes as the flood gates opened. The once quite alleyway was now disrupted with the sound of her piss slapping the concrete. Even though the sound was louder than what she would have liked, she didn’t care since nobody was around and the relief felt so good.
Suddenly the sound of male voices interrupted her moment of relief as they could be heard coming down the alleyway. The shock that someone else was nearby caused Misa to pinch off her stream quickly and pull up her panties thus staining them a little more. She decided to continue hiding behind the dumpster with the intent of finishing up as soon as the mens’ voices were far away. Fate had different plans.
To her horror, Misa began to recognize the male voices as those belonging to the Idiot Trio, Naoya, Ikuto, and Ryūnosuke. As they got closer she heard Naoya say “It’s a shame that it was a girls only day at Maid Latte. I would have loved to see Misa-chan dressed as a guy. I bet that even as a guy she would still be incredibly cute.”
“Woah dude,” said Ryūnosuke laughing, “you better be careful about how you phrase your words or we might start thinking that you like guys.”
“Hold on now Ryūnosuke, would it really be all that bad if Naoya liked guys? If that were the case then there would be one less guy competing for Misa-chan’s affections,” said Ikuto.
“Oh shut up, you know that I only have eyes for Misa-chan” said Naoya clearly embarrassed.
“Come on dude, you know we’re just messing with you,” said Ryūnosuke.
“Screw you guys,” yelled an angry Naoya. Just then he took a step in front of the dumpster, his shoe coming down in a puddle of water. “Aw man,” Naoya whined, “I just got these shoes. Would one of you mind shining your camera light in front of me so I can see what I stepped in?” Ikuto immediately removed his phone from his pocket and shined the light on the puddle that Naoya had stepped in.
“Ew gross!” exclaimed Ikuto, “Your standing in piss!”
“Shit it’s still warm!” screamed Naoya while Ryūnosuke started laughing his head off. In the ensuing chaos, Misa decided to try to sneak away from the dumpster. However, as she began to move forward, her elbow hit the side of the dumpster creating a loud banging noise alerting the Idiot Trio that someone was behind the dumpster.
“Come out from behind the dumpster right now you bastard. I’m goanna make you pay for this,” shouted Naoya. Misa-chan realizing that there was no way out of this came out from behind the dumpster.
“Misa-chan what were you doing behind the dumpster?” asked Ikuto.
Before she could say anything Ryūnosuke blurted out, “Hey guys, do you think that the puddle of piss that Naoya stepped in came from Misa-chan?” As Ryunosuke turned to face his two friends a pair of fists collided with his face knocking him to the ground.
“That’s absurd” cried Ikuto.
“Yeah,” cried Naoya, “There’s no freakin way that are lovely Misa-chan would ever do something so unladylike.”
“Look guys, I’m not saying for sure that she did it but don’t you think it weird that Naoya stepped in a fresh puddle of piss and the only one around here is Misa who happened to be hiding behind a dumpster?” asked Ryūnosuke.
“Now that you mention it that does seem strange,” said Naoya. He then turned to Misa and asked “Were you the one that did this?” Naoya then looked down at his shoes blushing at the thought that he may have stepped in Misa’s piss. “It’s okay if you did, I promise we won’t tell anyone or make you pay for it.” All three boys stared at her waiting for a response. Her face became beat read with embarrassment. Realizing that there was no excuse she could use to get herself out of the situation, she decided she had to tell them the truth.
As Misa began to open her mouth to confess the truth, the backdoor swung open and Usui yelled, “Hey Misa, did you finish cleaning the graffiti on the wall behind the dumpster like the boss told you to”.
Realizing this was her way out, she yelled back “Yeah I just finished.”
The Idiot Trio looked at Misa and Usui as Naoya asked “So if Misa-chan was only behind the dumpster to clean graffiti then where did that puddle of piss come from?”
Usui looked down at the puddle with a mildly amused look and said, “Since our bathroom is broken and there is piss in the alleyway, I’m guessing someone couldn’t hold it.” The Idiot Trio then looked at each other excitedly.
“That must mean that this must be Misa-chan’s piss!” the trio said in unison as they excitedly reached down and touched the puddle.
“Actually, that’s my piss your touching,” lied Usui. The Idiot Trio looked down at their now soiled hands and began crying at the thought that they had touched another man’s piss. Suddenly they heard a low growl and turned to look at Misa who was now giving off a murderous aura.
“First you guys blame me for doing something so indecent in public and then you touch it because you think it’s mine,” growled Misa angerly. “I’ll kill you!” she screamed as she lifted her leg to deliver a round house kick. But before she could land it the desperate urge to pee struck her bladder causing her to lose balance and crumple over on the pavement. The Idiot Trio realizing that Misa was in pain moved towards her and tried to help, only to be rebuffed by Usui.
“I think you three idiots have done enough,” said Usui as he helped Misa to her feet. “Come on now there’s still a couple of things that you need to pick up at the convenience store so let’s get moving.”
“Right,” said Misa as both she had Usui left the alleyway, leaving the Idiot Trio to try to process what was going on.
“Something is obviously up,” said Ryūnosuke.
“Misa-chan didn’t look to good,” agreed Ikuto.
“I think we should follow them to make sure that Usui doesn’t try to take advantage of our darling Misa-chan,” exclaimed Naoya. Then he looked at the other two and asked “Where did they say they were going again?”
Chapter 3: The Convenience Store
As Misa and Usui were making their way to the convenience store, Misa began mulling over the whole situation that happened back in the alleyway and how Usui had rescued her despite the nasty things she had said to him. Usui was walking in front of her and had remained silent since they had left the alleyway. The silence was driving Misa crazy because she couldn’t tell if Usui was mad at her or not for putting herself in such a bad situation. As she began to open her mouth to break the silence, Usui spoke for the first time since they left the alleyway mere moments ago. “I’m sorry that I interfered in your problems again even after you told me not to.”
Usui’s words shocked Misa to the point that she suddenly stopped and grabbed hold of the back Usui’s shirt. The sudden tug on his shirt caused Usui to turn around. Behind him was an extremely embarrassed Misa holding onto his shirt as though the fabric was a lifeline. What shocked him more was the tears he could see forming in her eyes despite her best efforts not to make eye contact with him. “Thank you for rescuing me not just today for all those other times as well,” Misa said in a trembling voice before going silent. Usui’s eyes opened wide for this was the first time that he had gotten a truly sincere thank you from her. He felt blood starting to rush to his cheeks and he quickly turned his head away so that she would not see him blushing. As soon as he did that he heard a low moan of pain and realized that Misa was still in trouble. Thinking quickly he grabbed her arm and began picking up the pace, knowing full well that the clock was ticking for Misa.
Three minutes later they arrived at the convenience store. Misa looked at Usui and told him to wait outside for her. She then entered the store and went up to the clerk to ask for the bathroom key. The clerk who had headphones in his ears and was reading a manga looked up at her and said “I’m sorry but the bathroom is for paying customers only.”
Misa looked at him and then reached into her skirt pocket for her wallet as she said “That’s fine, I guess I’ll just buy a pack of gum then.” Suddenly a look of horror came across her face as she realized that she had forgotten her wallet at home. Before she could confess that she had no means to buy anything, a gallon of lemon tea was placed on the counter in front of her. She turned around, prepared to tell off the person who did something so rude only to realize that Usui was right behind her.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed. “I thought I told you to wait outside.”
Usui simply looked at her and said “I got thirsty and decided to by a drink. You should really be thanking me since I can now get the bathroom key for you.” As the clerk handed Misa the key to the restroom, Misa brushed by Usui and mumbled a thank you.
Misa made a beeline for the bathroom which was in the back of the store. As she unlocked the bathroom the light turned on inside, she was overcome with an overwhelming urge to vomit. The bathroom had a horrendous odor and looked like it hadn’t been cleaned since the store first opened. There were dried piss stains all over the floor and the single toilet. If it had just been a piss covered toilet seat, Misa would have found a way to make it work but as she walked closer to the toilet she swore she saw something move. Misa ran out of the bathroom dropping the key in the process and ran outside, all the while pressing her hand to her mouth so she would not vomit. As she left she ran past the Idiot Trio who fortunately were too busy talking to each other to notice her.
As the Idiot Trio entered the building they noticed Usui standing at the counter and demanded that he tell them where Misa was. Thinking quickly, he took them to the back where the bathroom was. Without giving a second thought as to what they were doing, the Idiot Trio charged into the bathroom finding only a disgusting mess. Just as they were getting ready to leave the bathroom the door slammed behind them. The three ran over to the door desperately trying to open it. Little did they know that Usui had placed a broom underneath the door handle on the other side to lock them in. With the Trio now out of the way Usui returned the key to the clerk but not before telling him that the bathroom was out of order.
As Usui left the store he could hear someone dry heaving on the side of the building. He walked over and discovered the person dry heaving to be Misa. “Was the bathroom really that bad?”
Misa shot him an angry look and said “I wouldn’t use that bathroom if it was the last available one on earth.” Suddenly a jolt a pain hit her bladder and she once again crumpled to the ground. She looked up teary eyed and said, “Usui I hate to admit this but I need your help finding a bathroom.”
He paused a moment to think about what to do next. “There is a park not too far from here. We will probably find a bathroom there.” Usui helped her up and they began making their way to the park.
“Didn’t I see the Idiot Trio entering the store right as I left?” asked Misaki.
Usui smirked as he said, “You did but they won’t be a problem anymore since I locked them in the bathroom.” When Misa heard that she couldn’t help feeling sorry for those three idiots but at the same time she knew that they could cause her problems if they were free to follow them. With this thought in mind all traces of guilt vanished from her conscience.
Meanwhile back in the bathroom, the Idiot Trio had finally given up on the idea of being rescued. Naoya happened to glance in Ikuto’s direction and saw that his friend was desperately holding his crotch. “Look dude, if you gotta go so bad just go, I promise we won’t look.” Ikuto looked at Ryūnosuke who nodded his head in agreement. As Ikuto began unzipping his pants to take a leak he noticed something out of the corner of his eye moving around near the toilet. His screams alerted the other two who in turn after seeing what he saw had a new resolve to get out of the bathroom. Unfortunately for them, help would not come for a while.
Chapter 4: The Piss Jug
Misa and Usui had managed to make it to the park minutes after leaving the convenience store. Unfortunately for Misa though, the bathrooms were on the opposite side of the park, a ten minute walk from there current location in the park. What made things worse was that Usui was gulping down the lemon tea he had bought at the store without caring that doing so only made Misa’s desperation worse. Misa looked at Usui and asked “How long until we reach the bathrooms?”
Usui paused for a moment as he looked around in order to get an idea of where they were at. “I’d say about another ten minutes if we pick up the pace.” As soon as Usui said that Misa crumpled to the ground as a sign of defeat.
“There’s no way I can hold it that much longer. I’ll just go squat behind the bushes,” whined Misa.
“I wouldn’t recommend that,” said Usui. “This part of the park is notorious for being filled with poison ivy.”
Misa glared at Usui and screamed “Then where the hell am I supposed to go!”
Before she could say anything more, Usui picked Misa up as though she were a princess and ran into the thick bushes. After a minute of running he stopped at a large tree where the ground was relatively free from weed like plants. Even so, Usui knew better than to let Misa squat. He quickly gulped down what was left in the one gallon jug. Usui the stuck out the jug towards Misa and said, “Here use this, it’s the best way to avoid accidentally coming in contact with poison ivy.
As soon as Usui did this, Misa’s hand shot out at him knocking the jug out of his hand while simultaneously scrathing his hand so hard that it drew blood. “Screw you Usui. I have not fallen into such desperation that I will pee in a damn tea jug.”
An angry look crossed Usui’s face as he pinned Misa to the tree. “You really make me angry sometimes.” The anger in Usui’s voice made her shake in fear because she had never been on the receiving end of his anger. “I honestly don’t understand how you can continue to be so god damn stubborn when someone is trying to help. I know that you are strong woman who doesn’t need a man to come rescue you every time you’re in trouble and yet for some reason I find myself always wanting to protect you. Maybe it’s because I’m in love with you that I have put up with everything as long as I have. It’s become clear to me that you only see me as a nuisance. If you truly want me to stop getting involved and to leave you alone then fine, from this moment on I’m done trying to help you. You can choose to do whatever you want but I’m going home.”
To Misa, Usui’s words felt like a thousand knives tearing into her heart. She had been aware for a long time that Usui was in love with her and that he would do anything for her if she had asked him to. The reason she hated Usui was not because he was a man who always teased her, in fact she didn’t really hate Usui at all. In truth, the one she really hated was herself because she was always taking Usui’s kindness towards her for granted, all the while treating him as if he were nothing more than a tool for her to use and discard as needed. Despite how she treated him, he had always remained by her side through the good times and bad. It was in this moment that she realized that she truly did care for Usui and the thought of losing someone important to her brought her to tears.
As Usui turned around to leave he felt a tug on his shirt, one much stronger than before. He turned to face her ready to yell again only to stop when he saw tears streaming down Misa’s face. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, “I know your trying to help me and I keep ignoring it. I promise I won’t do it anymore. Please don’t leave me, I cann’t bear the thought of losing someone that I love.”
Thick tears continued rolling down Misa’s face. Usui moved towards her and placed his hands on her cheeks, doing his best to wipe away the tears soiling Misa’s beautiful face. Misa looked into Usui’s eyes and without a moment’s hesitation planted her lips on his. During that one moonlight kiss, Misa’s pain seemed to melt away but only for a moment. As her lips left Usui’s, her legs buckled for the last time. Before she could fall to the ground Usui grabbed her in his arms and squeezed her tight.
“I’m sorry too,” said Usui. “I was being inconsiderate of what you’re going through. From here on out will get through this together. Do you think that you can use the bottle?”
Misa looked up once more into Usui’s gentle eyes and said “I think I can but I will need some help. The pain is so bad that my arms are trembling and my legs won’t support me.”
Realizing Misa’s predicament, he gently maneuvered their bodies so that he was in a hovering postion with his back leaning against the tree for support while using his legs and stomach as a make shift chair for Misa. He slowly reached up Misa’s skirt and pulled down her panties since she was shaking so bad that she could no longer do it herself. Once Misa’s panties were out of the way he lifted her skirt just enough so he could see where to place the bottle. He then picked up the jug and placed it up against Misa’s pussy. The mere touch of the warm and slightly wet lip of the jug on her skin made Misa tremble ecstasy. It was almost as if Usui was placing his mouth up against her pussy. That very though made her face even more red. She could feel her nipples harden as if they were screaming for her body to be touched more. Her breathing became more shallow and her heart was beating so fast that she began praying to herself that Usui would not here it. Despite all this, she was trying to do her best not to seem as sexually aroused as her body felt because she did not want Usui to think less of her. She began to think about how unfair it was that only her body was acting in such a state. Suddenly she felt his warm breath on the back of her neck and the wild beating of his chest and realized for the first time that Usui was just as turned on by the situation as she was.
As if on cue she felt something hard touch her butt. Misa asked “Hey Usui, do you think you could move your phone to your back pocket? It’s poking me in my bottom and making me really uncomfortable.” But there was no response. She turned her head to look at him and noticed his face was an even brighter shade of red than hers was. Not giving it a second though she reached down beneath her butt to try to move the phone out of the way so she would be more comfortable. After a couple seconds of fumbling around she found the phone and grabbed it only to realize that it was harder to move that she originally thought. A few seconds into trying to move it she felt it vibrating and thought to herself that it must be on buzz. Wanting to get it away from her butt as quickly as possible she gave it a good yank. Suddenly she heard Usui cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
She quickly turned her head to look at him and said “Why did you cry out just now? All I was doing was moving your phone?
Usui averted his gaze and said “My phone and wallet are already in my back pocket.”
It took a few seconds for what Usui said to sink in but the moment it registered in Misa’s brain she quickly turned her head back around and screamed “I’m so sorry Usui, I didn’t know. I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Usui as stoically as he could despite the throbbing pain in his crotch. “You’re in position now so just let it all out.”
“But I’m scared,” whined Misa. “What if the jug isn’t big enough and it overflows? I could end up peeing all over you.”
Misa then felt the warmth of Usui’s breath in her ear as he sexily whispered, “I don’t mind getting pissed on so long as it yours.”
With those last few words spoken he gently stuck his tongue in her ear, the shock of which caused Misa to finally lose control of her bladder. As the flood gates open, torrents of piss came spilling out of her into the jug, making the once cold sides of the jug warm to the touch. Moans of relief began spilling out of Misa’s mouth as her body was finally able to relax. As the jug filled with piss, Misa couldn’t help but look at the starry night sky and think about how lucky she was to have a man like Usui in her life. Of course, at the current moment she was way too embarrsassed to admit that to him but maybe someday in the not too distant future she might just be able to tell him how much he means to her and how much she truly loved him.
Final Chapter: The Idiot Trio
In the end Misa peed for about 4 minutes straight and by the time she was done she had almost completely filled the jug. After that she was able to move away from Usui so she could pull up her slightly pee stained panties, something which Usui either hadn’t noticed or was kind enough to not say anything about. It was now midnight and with the gallon jug of pee still in hand they made their way back to the main path of the park. As they were heading to the bathroom to dispose of the jug’s content they were met with three familiar faces. As the Idiot Trio approached them, Misa and Usui noticed that each of the idiot’s pants were soaked in the front.
“What happened to you guys,” asked Usui.
Naoya gave Usui an angry look and said “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t locked us in the bathroom with that creature our pants would still be dry. So as payment for what you put us through we will be taking that jug of lemonade from you since we are thirsty as all hell.”
Before Usui could stop them, the Idiot Trio tore the jug from his hands with each of them taking a huge swig from the jug. Suddenly all three of them spit out what was in their mouths.
“Oh my god I think we just drank piss!” screamed Naoya.
“I’ll never get the taste out of my mouth!” screamed Ikuto.
“Hey guys, judging by the mortified look on Misa’s face it could be hers,” stated Ryūnosuke.
This caused all three to stop for a brief moment. All three must have been thinking the exact same thing because in the next moment they began having a tug of war battle over who would get to drink “Misa’s” remaining piss.
Usui seeing an opportunity to get back at them for being such pain in the asses shouted, “What is it with you guys and wanting my piss today.”
Usui’s question brought the three idiots’ game of tug of war to screeching halt. They immediately dropped the jug and fell to their knees. Tears streamed down their eyes as their dreams and spirits were utterly destroyed.
“Do you want to beat them up?” Usui asked.
“No, I think what you did to them is more than enough. Let’s go home,” said Misa.
Twenty minutes later Usui and Misa arrived at the front gate of Misa’s home. “Thank you for helping me today,” said Misa. “But just so you know that kiss between us was a heat of the moment thing so don’t be getting any strange ideas.”
Usui simply smiled at her and said “Of course I understand and I’m willing to wait patiently for the day when you can finally tell me how you truly feel. See you later Miss Bladder of Steel.” And with that Usui began making his way home.
From behind him Usui heard Misa scream “USUI YOU’RE A BIG PERVERTED IDIOT.”
Instead of letting Misa have the last word Usui yelled back “I know and that’s why you love me.”
If Usui had turned around he would have seen a big smile on Misa’s face as she whispered to herself “Maybe so. Maybe so.” |
So It's been a while since I last posted here. I think the last time I did, the theme was still black. I actually can't remember what color I used for these author notes, This looks more red than orange but it might just be the white background? Anyway, This time my absence, whether or not you noticed it, wasn't due to a hiatus, but rather because I kind of hit a sort of writer's block. In this, case it was mostly uncertainty of what to do. I still have two ideas for original stories to work on, an avatar and a pokemon story I decided against, and I'm still not sure what I want to do about Not Quite Harry Potter. So in the meantime, to let anyone who cares no I'm still around, here is one of my original character stories.
Brittany watched as the bubbly brunette made her way through the crowded school halls. It warmed her heart to see Autumn so happy, since her rather poor start to her freshman year. In the months that passed though, the school’s wide receiver had his butt kicked by a cross country kid, and Tommy Wellington had become the new joke on campus. Few, even remembered Autumn’s accident.
Brittany was among those few. Though she was glad that Autumn had since recovered from her humiliation, Brittany frequently dwelled on the image of the mortified girl’s soaked pants. That day opened Brittany’s eyes to the strange taboo of wetting oneself. In the time that followed Brittany frequently waited until the last minute, when she could barely stand it any longer, to relieve herself.
While the desperation was exciting, Brittany begun to dwell on a persistent question: was she really pushing herself to the limit? In the safety of her house, where there was no consequence was she really going when it was absolutely necessary, or was she just giving in when she decided to?
She was not going to have that question bother her any longer! Brittany was no longer in the comfort of her home. In school, as Autumn had sadly learned, there were far greater repercussions if Brittany couldn’t hold it. With one more class in the day, Brittany was beginning to realize her limits.
“Ok, Britty, you got this.” She told herself, taking a deep breath, and one last longing glace at the bathroom before ducking into her humanities classroom. The loud chatter of the halls gave way to the soft chatter of the students. Brittany’s teacher sat behind her desk, absently reading away at her latest young adult novel. Her class was spread out among the several round tables, either working on their projects or making idle chat with their friends, or scrolling through their phones.
Brittany awkwardly shuffled to a table populated only by a wispy Asian girl, whose dark hair hung like a curtain around her face as she sketched her own version of the Mona Lisa.
“Hey, Liz, how’s it going.” Brittany asked, situating herself into a seat, shortly before the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the period. Just fifty minutes to go. Brittany silently encouraged herself.
“Oh you know. Just trying to get her hair right. I hate hair.” She huffed, brushing her own hair from her face. “I should really just chop mine off completely. That would really drive my mom wild.” She laughed.
“You’re hairs so pretty though!” Brittany protested, crossing her legs.
“I hate having long hair. I hate having black hair. But you know my mom. No dyes, and no “trendy” hair cuts. She thinks if I even think of acting like a normal teenager I will lose my innocence. Too late on that.”
Brittany stifled a laugh. Liz, I love you. If you make me laugh, I will kill you though. “Wonder what she would do if she found out the truth.” Brittany mused looking at her own, barely touched paper.
“Are you kidding me? I’d be dead. Worse than dead.”
“What’s worse than death?” Brittany uncrossed her legs, scooting forward in her seat. Her foot began to tap.
“I have no idea. My mom would find out though. Speaking of lost innocence, how are things going with Daniel?”
“Fine I guess.” Brittany shrugged. Her hand trembled as she tried to use her pencil to scratch some vaguely face like lines on her paper to no avail. “I think he likes me, but he doesn’t reveal anything.”
“He’s so shy!” Liz laughed, making great strides on her project.
“It’s cute though. He’s really sweet. I just- he’s always sweet isn’t he? Like, I can’t even imagine him being rude to anyone.”
“It’s different with you though: he’s flirting.”
“How can you tell? I wish he could be more obvious about it. How hard would it be for him to tell me “Hey, Brittany, shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”
“I don’t think many boys recite poetry these days. Maybe chain smokers lyrics, if that counts.”
“It doesn’t.” Brittany sat her pencil down. She crossed her legs at the ankle and slouched back in her seat, retrieving her phone from her pocket. She tensed and untensed her thighs.
Liz flicked her eyes up at her friend. “Shouldn’t you work on your project?”
I can’t. I have to peeeeeeeeeee! Brittany mentally shouted. “The creative juices just aren’t flowing.” Something else might though! Oh god, why did I have to say flowing? Now I’m thinking about rivers, and waterfalls, and rain, and the ocean, and… “I’ll just work on it tonight. Worst case scenario I just draw a meh emoji with hair.”
“I actually wonder what Ms. Small would say about that. Probably comment on it being a poignant depiction of modern societies art movement. Or something.”
“Probably.” Brittany agreed, rocking in her seat slightly.
“Are you Ok? You look like you are uncomfortable.”
“Just bored.”
“You sure? You kind of look like you have to pee.”
“No, just want class to end.”
“So you can go pee, you mean. Right?”
“I don’t need to pee.” Brittany tried to prove this point by stopping her rocking. Moments, later, however, she began to squirm her butt against her seat.
“I still don’t believe you, but whatever, you do you.” Liz, gave her friend one more disbelieving look before returning to her project.
Several moments of silence passed, accompanied by Brittany’s squirming becoming more obvious; though, her classmates were all too engrossed with their own work to notice, and Ms. Small was still deeply engrossed with her novel.
Brittany returned her attention to her phone. Her legs bounced beneath the table. Her free hand gripped her thigh tightly while she attempted to play a game to distract herself from her predicament. If anything this is worse. Brittany groaned, as she failed for the fifteenth time at the app.
Brittany’s eyes went wide at a sudden gush of wetness. She gasped audibly, drawing Liz’s attention.
“You sure you don’t have to pee?”
Brittany whimpered slightly, bringing her feet up on the seat, and resting her crotch on her heels. “Ok. I have to pee.”
“So go pee!”
“No!” Brittany responded a little too strongly. “N-not yet, at least.”
“Why not? Do you really want to end up like Autumn Rose?”
“Of course not.” Brittany lied. That would be so hot! “But, there’s only… five minutes left. I can make it.”
“I don’t know why you even let it get to this point in the first place, but whatever.”
“I’ll be fine.” Brittany was reassuring herself, as much as she was reassuring Liz.
As the time ticked on, though, Brittany quickly learned what feat it would be to remain dry. Already her underwear was wet from the little she released earlier. While it didn’t show on her jeans, it wouldn’t take much more to make it obvious, especially with as light of fabric and as tight as the pair she wore was. Tentatively she reached her hand down into her lap and applied pressure to herself.
Her ears burned, but she ignored Liz’s disapproval. The presence of her hand seemed to make the task much easier, and before she knew it the bell rang, signaling her freedom. The two girls left the room in a rush.
“Now go to the bathroom before the janitors have another mess to clean.” Liz teased.
“N-no. My house is only a couple blocks…” Brittany whimpered, waddling forward as fast as she could.
“Ohhhh. I get it. You’re one of those people who can’t use public bathrooms. How did I not know that about you?”
“Uh… I dunnogottagobye!” Brittany raced off as fast as her waddling legs could take her. Bent slightly at the hip, she knew she must have looked ridiculous, but she didn’t care. She had to get home!
The two blocks felt like a marathon, and several times along the way sudden waves of desperation left her at a complete standstill until the urged ebbed away and she was free to shuffle on. Finally, she reached her house, and threw the door open, and slammed it shut behind her. Being home she felt the need to pee get even worse. She doubled over, placing her hand against the wall to support her and trembled violently.
“Not yet. So close.” She groaned, inching her way to the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her again and struggled towards the toilet. She felt the stream coming, Her crotch felt warm. She tore her pants down, shuffled towards the toilet and sat on the porcelain heaven, decanting her guilty pleasure into its reservoir.
Brittany sighed loudly as her golden flood sprayed loudly into the waters beneath her. This. Was. Heaven. When the stream finally subsided, she was still breathing heavily from the labor of holding back the flood for so long. Her eyes surveyed the damage. The lap and seat of her jeans were noticeably wet, and a small trail of pee led to the toilet, but she had, for the most part made it, and found her limit.
With that knowledge she reached her hand back to her crotch, this time to relieve herself in a different way.
This is actually the earliest Brittany story in her timeline that I will actually ever do, because yes, I will return to both Brittany and Autumn's world. I have a lot of plans for the two of them, and their friends. In any case, I hope you enjoyed the story, let me know what you think! |
This is my second fanficition story. It takes place in the anime world of Highschool DXD. Hope you enjoy it.
It was a sunny summer day and the Occult Research Club was settling down on the beach for a day of fun in the sun. At the time the Occult Research Club consisted of six members. While it seemed like an ordinary club, in reality all members of the club were devils, five of them having been contracted to serve the head of the club, Rias Gremory, an heiress to one of the highest-ranking devil clans in the Underworld. The club members included Rias’s right-hand girl the playfully sadistic Akeno, the tiny but powerful Koneko, the princely swordsman Kiba, the innocently naïve former nun turned devil, Asia, and last but not least the perverted Issei whose lifelong dream is to become Harem King. The Occult Research Club had been invited to a private beach owned by fellow devil and Student Council president Sona Sitri, heiress to the Sitri clan whom were also among one of the highest-ranking devil clans in the Underworld. The Student Council just like the Occult Research Club consisted entirely of devils. Both organizations were normally rivals but today the Student Council was letting the Occult Research Club use the beach as way of apologizing for going too far during a dodgeball game several weeks back.
As Issei and Kiba were setting up the towels, chairs, and beach umbrella, the girls of the Occult Research Club were putting on their bathing suits in the private cabana. Rias was wearing a dark pink bikini, Akeno had a sexy black bikini, and Koneko was wearing her school swimsuit. While they were getting dressed Rias noticed that Asia was holding two swimsuits, her school swimsuit and a white one-piece swimsuit. The look on Asia’s face told Rias that she was having a hard time deciding which to wear. “Why did you bring two swimsuits” asked Rias.
Asia looked up at her and said, “Well it’s just that when Issei sees you and Akeno in swimsuits he gets this fascinated look on his face, a look that he’s never given me when he sees me in my swimsuit. I know that my chest is not as big as the two of you nor am I as beautiful, but just once I want Issei to look at me the same way he looks at the two of you.”
Feeling sorry for Asia, Rias commented, “If you’re wondering which swimsuit would impress Issei more, I would go with the white one.”
Asia smiled at her friend’s advice and said “Okay then. The white one it is.” As soon as she finished getting dressed, the girls left the cabana to meet up with the boys.
As the girls approached the spot where the boys had set up their beach stuff Asia called out, “Hey Issei, what do you think of my new swimsuit?”
At the time Issei had his back turned to the girls and was drinking from a can of iced coffee. The moment he turned and saw Asia’s swimsuit he spat out the coffee that was in his mouth, nearly choking to death in the process. To his shock and amazement, Asia was not wearing her bland school swimsuit but a beautiful white one that hugged her body in just the right places regardless of the fact that she lacked the busty and curvy bodies that Akeno and Rias had. Issei’s mouth hung wide open as he couldn’t help but stare.
Asia became nervous as Issei stared at her in silence. Feeling self-conscious she turned back towards the cabana and said “I’m going to go change.” But as she took a few steps forward she felt a sudden tug on her arm and turned around to see it was Issei. His cheeks were bright red and he could not meet her gaze.
“Don’t do that,” said Issei. “I think you look beautiful just the way you are.” Asia’s face turned an even brighter shade of red than Issei’s as her legs gave out in shock from hearing those words. As her knees hit the sand, Issei bent down and grabbed Asia’s shoulders. “What’s wrong Asia? Are you feeling okay?” asked a worried Issei.
“I’m okay,” answered a blushing Asia. “It’s just that you’ve never told me that I looked beautiful before.”
“Alright already, that’s enough you two lovebirds,” said a clearly jealous Rias. She laid down on her stomach on the beach towel, gently untying her bikini strap. “Issei, would you mind oiling my back for me?” she asked.
Issei’s gaze shifted to the now topless Rias as he asked “Are you sure you want me to do that?” Rias looked up at him and nodded. “Yes!” screamed Issei excitedly as he grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion and prepared to apply it.
“Hold up a second Issei,” said Akeno who was now lying topless in the same position as Rias. “Could you apply oil on my back too?”
Suddenly Rias shot up not caring that Issei could now see everything and hissed angrily, “I asked him first. Stop trying to steal him from me.”
“I’m sorry Lady Rias,” replied Akeno with a playfully sadistic smile as she stood up, “but since you refuse to truly stake your claim on him I’m free to do as I please. After all, all’s fair in love and war.”
Akeno’s statement angered Rias to the point that a fight between the two soon broke out while all the others could do was watch. Asia hated the fact that Rias and Akeno could sink so low as to steal Issei’s attention away from her, but she was not about to get in between the two. Instead she decided to sit down on one of the towels and partake of the many cans of juice that was in the cooler.
While Akeno and Rias were busy fighting, Issei could feel blood dripping from his nose as a result of seeing the two girls’ bare chests. Not wanting to become an unnecessary casualty in their fight over him, Issei snuck off to the bathroom. The bathroom was a small shack not too far from where they had set their stuff. It was rather large but it housed only a single toilet. Feeling lightheaded from the nose bleed, Issei sat down on the toilet seat to collect his thoughts.
“If things keep going the way there going I could seriously die from a nose bleed,” laughed Issei. After taking a couple of moments to collect himself, he decided to head back. As he was getting ready to stand up he found himself unable to. “What the hell?” screamed Issei. He began struggling madly but soon realized that he was stuck to the toilet seat. Spreading his legs as best he could, Issei looked down at the toilet seat and to his horror realized that it had been cursed so that whoever sat on it would be stuck. It was at that point that he came to the conclusion that it must have been a prank by one of the Student Council members, none of whom were on the beach today. Too embarrassed to call for help, all Issei could do was sit there and wait for someone to find him.
Half an hour later Asia noticed that Issei had not comeback. She had noticed him leave when Akeno and Rias had started fighting but decided not to say anything. During the time Issei had been gone, Asia had guzzled down five 8oz cans of juice and now she was regretting that decision. She could feel her bladder screaming for the bathroom. Standing up carefully so that she would not leak, she walked over to Rias and Akeno who had finally calmed down and asked where the restroom was. After getting directions from Rias, Asia hobbled her way to the bathroom, all the while praying that she would make it in time.
As she arrived at the shack she noticed that the door was closed. Not wanting to be rude, she knocked on the door with one hand while desperately holding her crotch with the other. She then heard a familiar voice say “Sorry, this bathroom’s occupied.”
Recognizing the voice as Issei’s, Asia said “Hey Issei, it’s Asia. Do you know how much longer you’re going to be in there? I really have to go.” There was no answer. Realizing that she would not be able to hold on much longer, she said “Issei If you won’t answer me then I’m coming in.”
As soon as Issei heard Asia’s declaration he cried out in embarrassment “Please don’t come in here.” Concerned after hearing the desperation in his voice, Asia ignored his plea, and entered the bathroom. What she saw shocked her. Issei was on the toilet obviously not using it and his face was flushed with embarrassment.
“If you’re not using the toilet could you please get up,” cried Asia. “I can’t hold it much longer.”
“I would love to,” said Issei, “however I seem to be stuck.”
“What do you mean you’re stuck?” cried Asia in desperation.
“I mean I’m stuck,” replied Issei. “One of those jerks in the Student Council apparently decided it would be funny to place a spell on the toilet so that whoever sat on it would be stuck and it looks like I’m the unlucky victim. Do you think you could help me get loose?”
Seeing no other option, Asia grabbed hold of Issei’s arms and began pulling with all her might. As she took a step backwards she suddenly lost her balance and fell on the floor. The moment she hit the floor, she felt something slightly wet in the front of her swimsuit. She looked down at her white swimsuit only to realize that the once white crotch of the suit was now stained yellow. “Oh no!” cried Asia, tears streaming down her face.
Realizing the situation that was unfolding in front of him Issei quickly said, “Asia, if you need to go so bad you can try sitting on my lap and using the toilet that way.”
Asia looked at Issei as she began removing her now soiled swimsuit and said, “I guess I don’t have a choice. Could you please try not to look?” Issei nodded his head as a now naked Asia straddled his lap as she faced him. Asia then proceeded to toss her arms around Issei to better her balance. She moved close to his ear and whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
With that, the flood gates opened and a waterfall came crashing down from in between her legs. The previous silence of the bathroom was shattered by the sound of water hitting water. Issei could feel Asia’s body quivering in a mixture of shame and relief. Suddenly he felt a wetness on the crotch of his swim trunks and realized that not all of Asia’s stream was making it in the toilet. Asia realized it to as she began sobbing once more. “I’m so so sorry,” she cried. “Here you are trying to help me and in return I end up peeing on you.”
Before she could say anything more Issei wrapped his arms around her and said, “Don’t apologize for something that is out of your control. I don’t mind getting a little wet if it means that you don’t have to deal with the pain of a full bladder. Don’t worry about peeing on me, just do what you gotta do.” Issei’s kind words soothed Asia as she sat there and let it flow. Their ordeal lasted about three minutes.
The moment Asia finished, the bathroom door was thrown open and an angry Rias yelled “What the hell do you think you two are doing?” Rias’s hands were glowing a reddish black as she prepared to hit Issei with a blast of magic. As Issei closed his eyes and mentally prepared himself for the blow, Asia stood up and blocked Rias’s line of sight. She then explained to Rias everything that had happened and how Issei had helped her, all the while leaving out the part about peeing on him. Rias’s anger faded away into concern for Issei once she heard he was stuck to the seat. “Don’t worry Issei, we’ll get you unstuck.” She then turned to Asia and said, “And I will be sure to get your other suit,” and with that Rias left to go get help.
A few minutes later Rias came back with Asia’s other swimsuit and the rest of the gang in tow. She told Kiba and Akeno to wait outside the bathroom to act as guards while she reentered the bathroom with Koneko behind her. Koneko took one look at Issei and stated in her usual emotionless voice “Let me get this straight, the pervert managed to get himself stuck to the toilet seat and now you want me to pull him off?”
“That’s the gist of it,” replied Rias as she handed Asia a clean swimsuit to change into.
As Koneko moved towards Issei she noticed that the front of Issei’s pants were soaked. “What happened to you?” she asked coldly.
Out of consideration for Asia’s feelings, Issei blurted out, “I was sitting here so long that I guess I must have lost control of my bladder.” As he said that he saw a disgusted look in Koneko’s eyes, but that was nothing compared to the look that Rias gave him. Feeling a sense of shame and embarrassment, it took everything he had not to cry.
“I always knew that you were a gigantic pervert, but now you’re a pants wetter too. You disgust me,” said Koneko cruelly. Normally her cruel words weren’t enough to affect him but given the day he’d had Issei couldn’t stop the flow of tears. “Oh quit your damn crying,” said Koneko. “Brace yourself, this may hurt a bit.”
“Wait a second!” screamed Issei, but before Issei could brace himself, Koneko grabbed his arms and pulled with all of her devil strength. Issei let out a blood curdling scream as he was violently pulled from the seat. The next thing he knew he was on the ground and his ass was pounding. Suddenly the sound of girlish screams filled the room. Issei turned his head slightly only to realize that Koneko was the one who had screamed and watched in horror as she ran out of the bathroom holding her mouth as though she were about to vomit. In all his time with the Occult Research Club not once had he ever seen her react like that so he knew something went horribly wrong. As he began to turn his head to look behind him his head was suddenly yanked forward into Rias’s ample breasts.
Holding Issei’s head tight against her chest Rias yelled, “You don’t want to look.” Suddenly the door was thrown open and Kiba and Akeno looked on in horror as they saw Issei on the floor with Rias doing her best to block Issei’s line of sight while Asia was using her powers to heal what was left of Issei’s ass.
“Oh my!” exclaimed Akeno
“I’ve seen a lot of horrible things on the battlefield but a mauled ass is a new one,” exclaimed Kiba.
“Just kill me now,” said Issei as he passed out from the pain.
And thus, their seaside vacation ended. In the end, Asia was able to fix up Issei so that he was as good as new. Of course, neither of them told a soul of what really happened to the front of Issei’s pants because there are some things that are best kept secret. However, the bonding moment they shared in the bathroom that day was one that neither wanted to nor would they ever forget. |
'You've heard the stories, right?'
'Hm? No, which ones?' I ask with a mouthful of food
'Vampires! On the streets! S-stalking young girls at night and sucking out their blood! L-like the old stories!'
'Gwen, you're mad if you believe that nonsense' I say, taking another bite out of toast. 'Just rumours and nonsense'
Gwen sighs and rests one hand on her hip. 'Alicia' she says. 'I don't really think it's vampires, but they're finding dead bodies in the street, dehydrated and wth two holes in their necks'
'Doesn't mean it's vampires' I mumble, spitting crumbs in her direction
'It means they're dead!' She shouts. 'Someone is killing people!'
'Gwen' I say, swallowing. 'You're going to be fine. You're going out in broad daylight. You don't need me to come with you to a job interview!'
Gwen slumps back down in her chair.
'Hmph. Well, when you turn up at my house tonight and I'm not there, don't be surprised when it turns out I'm-
'Gwen'
'what?'
'I'll go with you'
She smiles her thanks at me, and I cast a grin at her.
I've known Gwen for a good while now - and we're close friends. We met four years ago walking our dogs, started talking and what have you, and started walking our dogs at the same time. Then her dog died and we walked mine. Then my brother took his dog with him to uni so we just started hanging out. She's about the same age as me, but she's a little shorter than I am. Oh, and she's an albino. You know, pale white skin, white hair, red eyes. Her hair is cut short, into a bob, and she lets it hang over one eye. She wears a lot of black and grey, as if to draw contrast. Today it's dark grey jeans, a white tee shirt and a black hoodie. We aren't leaving too soon, so she's not got her shoes on yet, but I know she'll be wearing her black converse shoes, as usual. For now she's sitting barefoot and wishing she'd bought a second pair of socks. She hadn't planned on staying the night, but time flies when you're with friends, and plans to leave at six quickly turn into 'oh I'll just sleep on the couch'.
I'm a bit less albino and a little more ginger. Irish dad, Scottish mum, I never had a choice. I'm quite freckley too, meaning I didn't do well on school playgrounds for a long while. I'm just thankful I didn't need glasses too. I'm told I've grown into it quite well now though - especially now mum doesn't make me wear it in pig tails so I have two ginger balls dangling off my head! No, now I wear it loose, and my hair seems to have thanked me for it by not being so much curly as wavy now. I let it flow down to my shoulders, and in return it doesn't curl up and humiliate me. Leading away from my hair, I've got mossy green eyes, a slim-ish build, and a slightly turned up nose that I'm very proud of. Gwen by comparison has quite a small frame, and a smile that could melt hearts. You know the type, tiny smile, lips closed and a look that seems shy. Probably because she is quite shy.
'So what's the job you're going for?' I ask her. I know what it is, but I also know she looks quite scared about that whole vampire thing. She's staring at the floor and wriggling her toes - I've known her long enough to know that means she's more than a little nervous
'o-oh, the one at that little coffee place down main road' she says, looking up. 'We've been there a few times'
'oh yeah - I know the one. They have that lovely vanilla coffee, don't they?'
'That's the one!' She says with a smile. The vanilla one is her favourite, too.
We've spent a decent amount of time there together - it's a nice little family run place, facing the pond in the little woods, almost exactly half way between my flat and her house - we met just outside, our dogs decided to get to know each other, so we decided to do the same. Then we got to know the coffee shop quite well. So after four years loyal service, when the owner needed new staff he asked both of us if we were interested in work. He told us he'd hire one of us, and now the interview is more of a formality than anything else.
'It'll be nice working there' I say to her. Gwen nods. 'It's nice and quiet, it's got lovely atmosphere, and the regulars are nice'
'Yeah' she says with a smile. 'We are'
I giggle and finish of my toast, wiping the crumbs off my hands and onto my plate. I offer to take her plate in (she finished a while ago) but she refuses and takes it herself. We head to the kitchen, put our plates on the side, and I take a carton of orange juice out the fridge.
'Want one?'
She nods. I pull a couple glasses out the cupboard and fill them. Then we both head to the front room and slump down on the sofa, careful not to spill them.
'So' I say, looking over. 'We've got a couple hours until your interview' I remind her. 'How could we pass the time?'
She smirks and kicks her feet up onto the sofa, resting them on my thigh
'You stop that!' She smirks at me. She glances over to my games rack. 'Smash brothers?'
'Sure!' I hop off the couch and grab the game. I switch on the console, slide in the disc, chuck Gwen a controller, throw myself back down, and that's us sorted for a few hours.
'I totally should have won that!' I protest, slamming back into the sofa. 'I was pressing A!'
'Didn't press it enough' Gwen laughs, casting me a smug grin.
'Maybe if Yoshi wasn't trash' I grumble, making excuses
'A bad workman blames his tools' Gwen smugs at me.
'Yeah well I blame Yoshi for being a bad workman' I grin at her. She's going into over smug, I better stop her. 'Rematch? No random choice this time'
'Sure!' She says, sitting up. 'Hey, what time is it really quickly?'
I glance around for a clock. I can't find one so I press the first button I can reach on my phone.
'It's like five, what time is the interview'
She gulps. 'F-five'
I can't hold back a sympathetic laugh. 'You've got ten minutes' I tell her. 'We better get going'
She jumps off the sofa and scrambles to get her shoes, and I get mine. She picks up her bag when she's done, gives her hair a quick brush in the mirror, and stands ready at the door. Meanwhile I can't find my other shoe.
'Alice! Hurry!'
'You go on ahead' I tell her - 'I need to get dressed'
'What!?'
'Dude, I'm in my comfy pants and I'm totally commando right now!'
She stands at the door whining. 'You'll be fine, they're just sweat pants!'
I look down at them and pull the waistband. Still commando, but they're fairly thick grey sweatpants. Not the ones that hug on your ankles either, these are the comfy ones that hang loose. I slap the waistband back in place and look at my top. Plain white tee. I could not look any lazier without being asleep. I look at Gwen who's swaying side to side and holding onto her bag with an urgent look in her eyes. I sigh and smile at her.
'Alright then, but you owe me a coffee'
She smiles and nods as I slide my feet into my trainers - comfy white ones I'd bought with the best of intentions to go running daily. So far I'm managing a weekly run to buy nachos and dips before movie nights. I sling on my red hoodie and pick the key up off the dresser. We head out the hallway and into the street. Gwen waits by the gate as I lock the door.
'Let's go' I say with a grin, and we head down the path.
It takes about ten minutes just to reach the dirt path into the woods, at which point Gwen knows she's late. We're walking quite quickly, not quite running but fast enough that I'm a little out of breath. The sweat pants almost make sense.
'Time, Alice?'
I pull out my phone and check the screen. 'Exactly five' I tell her, looking up. She recoils as if she's been hit by the words.
'Ah geez! Not a good start!'
'Not the best' I chuckle. 'Still, not too long now!'
She nods and we carry on. 'I really should have gone before we left'
'Don't worry about it Gwen' I say to her. 'Geoff's a nice guy, he won't mind if you're a little late'
'No!' she says. 'I mean to the toilet! I gotta go real bad!'
'Why didn't you go?' I ask
'I'm already late! I didn't have time!'
'Go when we get to the shop' I suggest. She nods.
'After the interview, of course....There, I can see the place now, we'll reach it in five minutes!'
We reach the shop, and Geoff's waiting for us inside - he even has two coffee's ready!
'So sorry I'm late!' Gwen says, stepping inside and taking her bag off her shoulder and looking quite flustered.
'I can not hire late staff' Geoff says, glaring at Gwen. I'm certain I hear her whimper.
A cold silence hangs in the air while Geoff stares at Gwen, who's running circles on the floor with her shoes. Geoff is a quite a tall, bald man with a face like steel and a thick East European accent. He looks like he could eat concrete, but he's a really nice guy. He makes the best coffee, and he personally arranges the flowers on every table.
Gwen looks at Geoff for a moment. He looks at her. A wide grin takes over his face
'Of course, I'm joking!' He laughs, grabbing Gwen by the shoulder and laughing. Gwen doesn't find it quite so funny at first, but she can't stop a little chuckle. 'Is not a problem!' He shouts, grinning. 'We are all late sometimes, yes? And you come here so much, of course I can forgive this!'
'Geoff!' Gwen laughs. 'Don't scare me like that! I almost thought you meant it!'
He pushes two coffees toward her and grins. 'I'll be over in a second' he smiles. 'These are on the house'
'Thanks!' Gwen smiles back, and we head to our usual table - the one with the view of the pond.
We sit down and take a sip. Vanilla - Geoff knows us too well.
'He had me for a minute there!' Gwen laughs. 'Should of known though, he'd never do that! Oh, I love Geoff!'
'Right? He had me going for a moment there too!' We laugh and drink our coffees, enjoying the view. The autumn evening sun isn't quite setting yet, but it's starting to cast long shadows and it'll look beautiful soon. While we're looking out the window Geoff makes his way over and pulls up a chair. I smile and nod my hello, and he returns it
'So! He begins. 'My wife insists I have interviews for all the applicants here, but of course I know you so well now is kind of not necessary. But you know how my wife is!' He says, grinning. 'A few questions then - do you speak English?'
Gwen casts him an exaggerated confused look. 'What...is...Inglis?'
'I'l put yes' Geoff says, laughing. 'Your name?'
'Her royal highness and empress of India, Gwen'
'I'll just out Gwen to save space' he says. 'What makes you want to work here?'
'I just really like being able to afford food' she says. Geoff laughs again
'You come here often enough that I know you must like it here, so one last question - what are your full bank details and PIN?'
Gwen laughs, Geoff smiles.
'Interview's done' he says. 'I'll try to make sure you are the one we hire'. He smiles again and stands up
'Oh, Geoff?' Gwen says before he can leave. Could I use the toilet real quick?'
'So sorry' he says. 'Toilet is completely blocked, I need to figure out why, and I might need to call someone over'
'Please?' Gwen pleads. 'It's really bad!'
Geoff sighs a friendly sign. 'Sorry Gwen, but the toilet is not working for any of us, and I don't want to make the mess worse'
'T-that's alright! I'm sure I'll manage' Gwen says. Geoff nods and disappears behind the counter
'short interview' I say, sipping at my coffee.
'Yeah' Gwen agrees. 'Figured it would be longer'
'I'm certain he knows you pretty well by now, we come here basically daily'
'Have you heard the stories about vampires?'
A third voice startles us - one of Geoff's daughters has come down and is at the counter. It's Victoria, the eldest. She's quite tall, pale skinned, and has straight black hair.
'hm?' Asks Gwen
'Vampires!' Repeats Victoria.
'Yeah!' Gwen says. 'I heard about that - See Alice, I told you!'
'That doesn't mean anything!' I sigh back at her. 'Probably just some murderer'
'Like that's any better' says Gwen
'I hear they are stalking after young women at night, I'm afraid to leave sometimes' Viktoria adds. 'Especially around here at this time of night...'
'Oh man, I know!' Gwen says, brushing her white hair to one side with her hand, the other hand between her legs. 'It's really kinda scary!'
Viktoria nods and I look to Gwen
'You don't think...' I say to Gwen, quietly
'what?'
I look over at Victoria. 'Pale skin, dark hair, red lips...'
'You mean Viktoria?'
I nod. 'Have you ever seen her in the day?'
'She works evening shifts' Gwen says. 'I've never seen her with Batman either, doesn't mean she's batman!'
'Gwen! She fits all the stereotypes! East European, tall, pretty'
'she is very pretty' Gwen confirms
'Come on! It's her! She's the vampire!'
'I thought you didn't believe in vampires'
'I don't...but if they are real, it's her!'
Gwen laughs at me. 'Come on, drink your coffee, I really need to...you know, go'
'Yeah, yeah' I smirk, taking a drink from my cup and putting it down empty. We pick up our cups and head to the counter. No-one's there yet, but we still shout 'goodbye' roughly in the direction of where we think they are. We head out the shop and make our way to Gwen's house.
The way to Gwen's is quite scenic. The pond reflects the evening sunlight nicely, the red and yellow leaves on the trees make for a beautiful backdrop, and you almost can't hear the road on the far side. The wind rustles the leaves gently, making a nice accompaniment to the gentle lapping of the water against the bank. Usually it doesn't have the soft moans of Gwen though, because usually she isn't desperate for the toilet when we go through here.
'You could stop and go behind a bush or something' I say to her. 'There's no-one here'
'you're here!' She says, leaning to one side and holding herself. 'A-and what about the vampire!'
'I'm the vampire and I don't care, go pee behind that tree stump!'
'Alice!'
'what?' I laugh. She doesn't answer. We keep walking through the path
It takes a short while to reach Gwen's house. It's the first house as you come out the woods. It used to belong to Gwen's parents, but then they passed it on to her and moved up north. They still help with the costs when she needs them too, but it's mostly her responsibility. She manages it pretty well
'Alice?'
'Y-you don't have my key do you?'
'You're kidding right?'
She laughs and looks down, her white hair covering her face again.
'N-no! It's still at yours, isn't it?'
I laugh. 'lets head back then!'
She whimpers and looks at the house. 'But I gotta pee!'
'The more we wait the worse it'll get'
'true...aww, it's getting dark....'
'Gwen, don't worry about it, there's not going to be any vampires on the way home!'
'You said it yourself Alice! About Viktoria!'
'Gwen, I was playing with you!' I remind her, but now that I think about it...no, it's nonsense. Viktoria's not a vampire, she's a part time waitress and barista. But now I can't get the idea out of my head...
'Alice?'
'Hm?'
'Lets go!'
We make our way down to my place again. The setting sun makes the sky a lovely shade of red to match the leaves around us. I might appreciate it more if Gwen wasn't moaning and wincing with each step. We pass the coffee shop, casting a wave at Geoff, who waves back from inside. By the time we reach my flat Gwen is hopping from foot to foot when ever we're stood still
'Sure you don't want to stay another night?'
Gwen tenses up and moans. She stands still, shudders, then looks back at me
'Y-yeah....I was about to say yes, but then.....'
She takes her hands away and reveals a small wet streak between her legs
'You didnt?' I say, stunned. She nods. 'I'll get a move on!'
I dash inside and look for the keys. They're sat on the table where we'd been eating earlier. I drop them into my pocket and rush back outside. Gwen's stood at the gate, swivelling side to side.
'Got them?' She asks - I nod. 'L-lets go then!'
We hurry back to the woods, rushing from my place the second time that day. Gwen moans with almost every step. I still can't believed she wet herself outside my place - she's not soaked or anything, but at her age she should be dry! As we walk into earshot of the pond she stops again, hands both pressed between her thighs
'A-Alicia?'
'What's up? Why did you stop?'
'I c-cant hold it!'
'What?'
'I-I think I'm gonna wet myself...'
'Hold on there, Gwen!' I say to her. 'No giving up yet!'
She nods back and looks at me, trying to push a smile. 'Y-yeah! I-I can make it!'
She steps forward a few more times and stops again
'I can't make it' she groans, bending over
'Pee just a little bit, then you can make it home' I suggest.
'No! That'd defeat the whole p-purpose!'
'Well stop and go behind a bush - there's one there'
She shudders again and I hear a gentle splatter behind her, the sound of water on dry leaves. She winces and looks at me with one eye.
'I pee'd!'
'See? Wasn't so bad?'
'It wasn't on purpose! L-lets just keep going...'
I smirk and we keep going, with a new fresh streak going down Gwen's right leg
We pass the coffee shop again, though this time the lights are off. It's only around seven, they wouldn't be in bed...in the autumn sun it's quite dark now though. The red sky is turning a darker purple as the sun begins to disappear.
'N-no lights...' Gwen says, nodding her head at the shop. 'You don't think they really are vampires? D-do you?'
'N-no!' I respond, but I think the stutter gave me away. 'M-maybe...'
Gwen smirks at me.
'Oh god I have to go sooo bad!'
'Hold it Gwen'
'Alicia?'
'Keep holding it'
'Alice...'
'Yeah?'
'I can't hold it!'
Our slow walk has ground to a slow shuffle, and with that last statement, a standstill. Gwen freezes on the spot again. The wind is still, the only sound is the gentle lapping of the pond....and now a trickle of water on dry leaves....
Gwen whimpers and I watch as some faintly yellow droplets run over her icy-white hands. It's a little hard to see in the dark, but a black patch forms around her hands in her jeans. A Soft white steam begins to emanate from inside her jeans in the cooling air, swirling around her crotch before rising and disipating. A soft breeze blows the steam toward me along with the telltale scent of fresh urine. Two tiny streams run off a crease in the denim on her ass, pouring loudly onto the floor. Two more streams begin to run from inside the cuffs of her jeans, streaming over her ankles and into her shoes. A few more soft whimpers, and then a sigh as Gwen gives in. The subtle patter of small streams is overcome by a muffled hiss as Gwen lets go. Piss runs down the surface of her jeans, glistening in the late evening sun, before painting the fabric black. Steam begins to surround Gwen's body and rise up, while streams of fresh pee flow down into the grass and leaves. She lets her hands swing limp, flicking some drops from her finger tips. She looks up to me, tears in her eyes
'A-Alice, I'm wetting myself....'
'Just let it go' I tell her, watching mesmerised as my best friend has an accident in front of me. 'Not much else you can do'. She nods and sniffs, and relaxes her bladder. Her thin denim jeans can hardly hold back the rivers running down them, resulting in streams flowing straight out and onto the floor. Her converse shoes soak in a lot however, and they too glisten as pee runs over them - I can only assume her feet are soaked inside. Below her, the puddle begins to make mud in the dirt, flickering brown droplets up onto Gwen's shoes as streams of her pee crash into it. She moans as the initial embarrassment begins to give way to relief as Gwen realises that I'm the only one who can see her. She smiles her cute smile as she embraces the heat and begins to enjoy the warmth flowing over and down her legs. She runs one hand over her jeans in a way that she probably thinks is subtle, but I can't look away from the still soaking denim as more and more pee washes over it...
'This....this feels pretty good....' Gwen says as the hissing stops and pee stops running over her jeans. She looks at me, then away again - her eyes twitching around with embarrassment. I look at her and raise an eyebrow. She seems to catch it. 'I-I-It's really warm is what I m-mean! It's good because it's warm, not because it's aro-we should be going!'
'It looks good' I answer. She looks at me with a rais s eyebrow. 'You looked so relieved just then, I'm almost envious. Well, almost - the whole pissed jeans thing puts me off!'
'Oh, yeah, ha!' Gwen says, looking at the floor and swilling the puddle with her foot. 'It really was r-relieving...'
I smile at her. 'Come on, wet pants. Let's get you home'
'actually, Alice...'
'yeah?'
'I, umm...wanted to say something...'
She steps toward me. I think I know where this is going...
'Its, well, it's a little....'
She takes my hand in hers. It's a little wet, but if she's going to do what I think she is - if she's about to kiss me - then I'll let it slide...
'I think I feel it too' I whisper it to her. She smiles at me and steps closer, until my body is pressed up against hers.
'Y-you don't get it....' She says, leaning in. I close my eyes and lean toward her too....I can't believe I'm really doing this...
'Alice?'
'Yeah?' I whisper
She doesn't say anything else - she doesn't need to. She leans close to me, and I can feel the heat from her face. She wraps an arm around my neck and I wrap an arm around her waist. I press one leg between her two wet legs, soaking in some of the still warm liquid. She leans in closer and I feel her hair brush past my nose, as she goes in for it...Her lips land on my shoulder, and two sharp teeth bite into me. I feel myself go limp, and sleep takes over
I wake up, in my own bed. I open my eyes. Huh. Nothing unusual. I sit up in bed and look around. My bedroom door is open, and Gwen is asleep on my sofa, a thin line of drool running from her mouth to my pillow. I smile. It was a dream. I turn around and pull the covers off of me, slapping my feet onto the floor. I just have slept funny - I've got a sharp pain in the neck. I run my fingers over my neck and feel two strange lumps. Bugs bites maybe? I look over to Gwen, who is waking up slowly. I lumber out of bed and into the front room.
'morning, Gwen' I say, yawning as I walk in. I glance over her. Black hoodie, white shirt. Damp grey jeans.
Damp jeans, marks in my neck...it wasn't a dream was it?
'Uh, Alice?' Says Gwen, rubbing the back of her head. 'I've got some explaining to do...' |
'Uh, Alice?' Says Gwen, rubbing the back of her head. 'I've got some explaining to do...'
I put the kettle back down and pick up two fresh cups of tea. Gwen's sat on the sofa looking sheepish and avoiding eye-contact with me - and not without good reason. She'd bit me. Now, for most people that would just be strange, but for Gwen it's so much more than strange. Here's what I can remember from last night:
We were going to stay for the night at her house after her interview at the coffee shop. We'd had a coffee, then we went to her place, but she'd forgot her key, so we came back to mine to get it. Then we went back to hers, and she wet herself on the way there. Then she bit me. Then I woke up in my house. Now I'm making tea for a vampire.
Gwen better have a good explanation.
I set the teas down on the coffee table in the front room, watching Gwen's every move. She shyly picks up her tea and clutches it with both hands, her fingers just poking out the sleeves of her hoodie. She still hasn't looked at me properly. She's barely moved since she woke up. She'd told me she'd explain things, but so far she's been quiet. She's been sat on my sofa - in her still wet jeans - and hoping I'll say something first so she doesn't have to. The stain on her jeans is still just about possible to make out, a few shades darker than the dry material, most notably around the end of the legs. Other than that she's taken off her shoes and socks, undone her hoodie, and she seems to be keeping her legs together as if to fight off the cold. Or maybe she just needs to pee again.
I, on the other hand, have gotten changed into my pyjamas from last night's clothes. From the muddy stains on my own red hoodie and grey sweatpants, I must have collapsed after she bit me, and something tells me I collapsed in a very specific fresh puddle. Because the mud smells like pee. So now I'm wearing my PJs - a set of light blue shorts and a white tee-shirt with a matching blue stripe around the middle. I sit on the arm-chair on the other side of my coffee table and pick up my own tea, going to hug my knees up to my chest before remembering I'm wearing my shorts and deciding against flashing Gwen. Not that she's even looking - she's still staring at the wispy steam rising from her tea cup, her white hair hanging over one eye.
Neither of us say anything.
She looks at me after a minute or two. Then she looks back at her tea, saying nothing.
I finish drinking my tea, putting the cup on the table when I'm done, saying nothing still. What can I say?
Gwen finishes her tea, but still holds onto the cup. She still isn't saying anything.
Gwen looks up, then back to the cup. Then at me again.
'Uh....can I use the loo?' she asks tentatively.
'You can tell me what on earth happened last night, Gwen' I answer. She swallows hard.
'W-well, we went to the coffee shop...'
'Gwen.'
'O-okay - I bit you. Last night, outside my house'. She looks at me as if she's given me a satisfactory explanation. I look back at her like she hasn't.
'A-and I'm also a vampire...' she adds on. I have to keep looking at her with a look that isn't happy with the explanation she's giving me to get more out of her. 'A-and I drank from you, and n-now you're a vampire...'
That bit caught my attention - I raise an eyebrow at her. 'Excuse me?'
'Y-you're a vampire too now...'
'Okay. What does that mean for me?'
'W-well' she say. 'F-first you'll grow fangs in about a week. Then you'll get a craving for blood. Then you'll have to drink from someone or you'll....'
'Die?'
'Y-yeah'
'Gee thanks' I say to her, leaning on one arm. 'Now I have to spend the rest of my life drinking out of people's necks. Great. Just what I wanted'
'W-well...' She says. 'If you do keep it up, you do get to live forever, and stay young...that's a plus...'
'But I have to kill people' I say to her. 'I don't want to kill people just so I can live forever!'
'Y-you don't have to kill them...you can just drink a little' she says, as if it'll make me feel better.
'And what, turn more people into vampires? Until everyone is a vampire?'
'Oh, no, no! Usually it does nothing, they just feel a bit woozy the next day. People don't usually become vampires...'
'So why have I?'
'I made you one'
Huh. I sit back in my chair while I make my mind up as to whether or not that's a good thing. I'm leaning towards no. Gwen's leaning to one side and then the other where she sits.
'C-can I use the toilet?'
'No - you can continue explaining this to me'
She wriggles in the chair and sits back. 'W-well, you'll need to drink once every two weeks to stay healthy, uh, you'll have to try and hide your fangs, otherwise just carry on as normal'
'Don't you have to stay out of sunlight?'
'Well, I do, but that's because I'm also an albino, ha...'
I don't respond to her laughing. I'm not feeling very funny about the whole thing.
'Uhh, do stay out of the sun though' she carries on. It'll drain your strength - the same way drinking blood restores it...L-look, I really need the loo-'
'How do I feed?'
'Can I go to the toilet first?'
'No - you can tell me how I feed'
She rests one leg over the other, resting her foot on the edge of the table, curling and uncurling her toes. 'Y-you bite someone, and then your fangs will take blood from them - they're kinda hollow' she says, opening her mouth and pointing at two rather sharp fangs in her mouth. I've know her a while now, and it only dawns on me now that I'd never seen inside her mouth until now. Only Gwen could make fangs look cute and innocent. 'See?' She mumbles, her mouth open and a finger on one fang. 'Thethe li'le holeth in your tooth will drink th' blood'. She takes her hand back out her mouth and wipes it on her hoodie. 'Try not to go for a major vein though if you don't want to kill your, erm, victim'
'victim' I repeat.
'Well what would you call them? C-can I use the loo, it's really rather-'
'Not yet'. She moans and looks at me pleadingly. I cross one leg over my other and lean back. 'Why are we back at my place?'
'W-well' she says, looking down. She doesn't look embarrassed so much as concerned. 'T-there were some people outside my house...'
'So? You could of pretended we were just drunk or something - me passed out and you having pissed-'
'N-no, not just people...there were three, I-I think, they were wearing leather dusters and wide brimmed hats...'
'Did you tell them the leather club was two blocks down?'
'They were vampire hunters'
I raise an eyebrow. 'Vampire hunters?'
'Yeah...remember the stories of vampires I told you about?'
'Oh right - You've attracted hunters because you killed a bunch of people, and now I'm a vampire too, so that mean-'
'No - I didn't kill anyone - there really is another vampire around - Alicia, I really need to-'
'More Vampires?'
'C-can I use the toilet?'
'No, you can tell me about this other vampire'
She holds one hand between her thighs and leans forward, then backwards after she realises she's putting pressure on her bladder. 'Uhh, I don't know anything about the other guy - and I really am a little scared about him...'
'Well now so am I - now that I know that - firstly, vampires are real, and secondly, there's a vampire that's scaring other vampires'
I look at her as she wriggles in her chair, pulling faces and trying to stifle moans. Usually I'd let her go, but usually I don't wake up as a different species with little miss Dracula. 'What happens if a vampire feeds off another vampire?'
'Err, nothing. One vampire doesn't get anything to drink, the other one gets two holes in them, and usually a little angry that they've been bitten - can I use-'
'Oh, just piss yourself again - I want to know about this other vampire, and about the hunters'
'Uhh, hn, I don't know anything about the v-vampire - hnn... - but I do know the hunters are pretty dangerous.
'How do you know that?'
'Hnn...L-look, Alicia, I really gotta - Hnn!'
'Gwen!'
'U-uh, they had - hmn - their have badges...with their rank, and the number of vampires they've-...' Gwen stops talking and leans forward, pressing into her crotch with both hands, wincing. She moans and a short lived hiss comes from somewhere behind her closed hands, and she gasps.
'Uhh, Alicia? I-I'm starting to leak!'
'Just hold on, Gwen - tell me about these hunters!'
'Uhh.....hnnng......'
She looks up and closes her eyes tightly, pressing harder into her groin with both hands. She gasps again and jumps to her feet, flicking her hands to either side, throwing one or two droplets onto my sofa.
'A-Alicia, I g-gotta....'
She stops again, bends over double in front of me, and grunts. She's stood with he feet facing inwards and her knees pressed together tightly. She shudders and tenses as a tiny bead makes it's way down her right leg under her jeans, leaving a thin black line as far as her knee.
'A-alice!...'
She tenses up again, gasps, and then tenses again. She breathes in deeply once more - I sit back and watch. She tenses a third time, losing a loud moan, and a burst of piss erupts out her tightly clenched hands - scattering droplets all in front of her, mostly landing on her feet, but a couple catch the edge of the coffee table. She moans again, this time a long, drawn out moan as her bladder takes control of itself and tightens, forcing out a long stream of pee, straight into her grey jeans for a second time. A black wet patch spreads around the creases in her jeans and to the sides, flooding outwards, over her skin and out of the fabric. She moans a third time, drops her hands, and relaxes her bladder, and stares at the floor.
'I c-can't hold it....' she moans, as if she needs to tell me - with her hands gone, she pees quite forcefully into her jeans, creating a hissing sound as it shoots out of her. Pee soaks down the front of the denim, making it glisten in the light from my flat, as it pours down her thighs, knees, and calves, before streaking down her ankles, down her feet, and into my carpet. With her legs pressed so tightly together, a stream flows directly between her thighs like a small river, cascading down and flowing off her knees, hitting the carpet with a loud patter. Drips flick off the floor and onto the leg of my coffee table and the front of my sofa, leaving dark spots on the chair's fabric. At least she isn't wetting herself into my sofa - that sort of thing isn't easy to clean, I know that from experience. Gwen's breathing goes from fast and harsh to slow, calm and relaxed, as the once fierce pressure inside her dies down, the cause of the pressure having run down her legs and soaked into her jeans. I look at her face, which she's covering with one very wet hand - is she smiling? The other hand clings to her side, before she runs her fingers over the warm wet stain she's making. As she does, rivets of pee flicker over her fingers and onto the table. I swear I hear one more soft, satisfied moan from her, as the streams begins to die down, and the dripping falls silent. She breathes out a relaxed, happy sigh, and looks at me.
'Uh....I wet....um, I wet myself....'
'Yeah. I noticed'
She slumps back down into the sofa, looking relieved. 'Y-you made me do that...'
'Yeah. I figured if you're going to turn me into a vampire, I could turn you into someone who wets themselves'
She chuckles. 'S-so, are you into this too?'
'What?'
Her expression goes from relaxed and happy to suddenly concerned and a little embarrassed. 'Oh! I, uh, knew a guy, wh-who was into making people pee them- I knew a guy who was, uh, was into that s-sort of thing! Are- are you into it? N-not that I, uhh, I mean if you were - I m-mean, you aren't I guess, or-or you might wouldn't have sai-'
'Gwen.'
'Yeah?'
'The hunters'
'Oh' She seems a little let down. 'R-right, the hunters...(Oh I needed that!)...they have badges, right? E-each badge has their rank as a hunter, and the number of vampires they've killed.' She sits up again, running her toes against my carpet and splashing them in the waterlogged material. Well, pisslogged. 'These three had some high ranking badges'
'Huh' I say, sitting back. 'So you took us back here?'
*Bzzt!*
Gwen's mobile buzzes on the other end of the coffee table a couple time. She picks it up and unlocks it
'It's a text, f-from Geoff! I got the job!' She says, looking to me expecting me to celebrate with her. She looks a little disheartened when I don't. 'Umm, h-he wants me to start in an hour - c-can I borrow some pants?'
I look at her for a moment. She might be a vampire, and she might have turned me into a vampire. But the more I think about it, I realise she's still Gwen.
'Yeah, sure' I say to her after a brief pause. She seems pleased that I said yes and I'm not being totally antagonistic. 'I don't have any clean pants, but you can borrow my old work skirt if you want, I think I've got a shirt that goes with it
'And tights?'
'Oh yeah, gotta keep out of sunlight, right?'
'Well, I fed yesterday' she reminds me. 'But I am still an albino, so yes'
I pick her out my old work skirt - it's a grey pencil skirt, a little tight on me now - not that I'd ever admit that - but it's the right size for Gwen. I hand her a pair of black tights to go underneath, and a white shirt to go on top. She borrows a white set of underwear from me too - can't go to work commando on day one, it's impolite. I let her borrow a set of smart shoes too, even if they are a little big on her and she more hangs them off her feet than actually wears them. For myself I pick out a pair of blue jeans, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a red tee to go over that. I put on my canvas shoes too, red to match the shirt
'Were are you going?' Gwen asks
'Well, I'm not going to miss your first day at the coffee shop, am I?'
She smiles at me
'And also I have a ton more questions' I tell her. The smile sort of fades.
'Let's get going then' she says, and I grab my keys, and hand her hers.
We step out the door and make our way to the coffee shop. |
"You're sure you're meant to start now?"
Gwen checks her phone for the time and looks back to me
"yeah, Geoff was quite specific, ten AM start, and I finish at five" she says, looking back at the big red 'closed' sign that hangs on the door. "And it's ten-past ten now..."
"Maybe he's ill" I suggest. "Or he has a family thing going on, or-"
"Gwendolyn!" Booms a cheery familiar voice behind me. "So sorry I am late - good to see you are here though! - excited for your first day?"
Gwen smiles and nods at Geoff, who steps forward between us and puts the key into the door, twists it, and leads us both inside.
"You are late yesterday, now I am late today...we better not make a habit of this, hmm!?" He laughs. He heads behind the counter and pulls out a name badge with 'Gwendolyn' printed in place. "This is for you - in case you forget who you are!" Geoff laughs. Gwen takes it and smiles.
"It will not be busy day today" Geoff says as he plugs in the grinding machine behind the counter. "Tuesdays never are" he continues. "Is good for you though, yes? For your first day - nice and easy!"
"ha, I suppose!" Gwen says, putting her badge into her shirt.
"Any way - I believe you have customer" Geoff says, pointing to me. Gwen turns and looks at me, I wave at her to introduce myself
"I'd like a coffee please, Gwen!" I say cheerily
"what kind of coffee?"
"oh, just instant for me please - decaf"
"Geoff?" Gwen says, turning around. "We can throw people out, can't we?"
Geoff and I both laugh.
"I'll just have a mocha please, Gwen" I say. She smiles and skips behind the counter, while I head over to an empty table near enough to the counter, and take a seat. I watch while Geoff shows Gwen how to use the equipment. Five minutes later, Gwen comes back to me with two coffees, and takes a seat
"So - you had questions?" She says, pushing my mocha to me
"are you allowed to sit and talk with customers?"
"Geoff said it's okay so long as I don't do it while there are people waiting"
I take a sip of my coffee, and I nearly recoil at how sweet it is
"Oh!" Gwen starts, seeing my reaction. "You'll need a quick jump in your sugar levels" she tells me quietly, so that Geoff won't hear. "Otherwise you'll be feeling faint all day"
I cough and take another sip - it's easier this time now I'm expecting it. "Hey - next time can I have some coffee with my sugar?"
Gwen smirks at me. "Come on, drink up!"
"So, tell me about-"
Im interrupted by the bell ringing as the door opens and a man walks in - a rather tall, gaunt looking man, with slicked back hair and matching goatee, wearing black slacks, a red shirt, and a black waistcoat. Despite his smart clothes, he looks a little rough around the ages, with a pockscarred face and a handful of scars. Gwen goes to get up and see to him, but Geoff is in before she's cleared her chair
"Manfred!" Geoff shouts, arms open to welcome him. "So good to see you - how did things go for you last night?"
"Oh you know" the man answers with a cruel but soft voice, shaking Geoff by the hand. "A bit of a struggle, not very pleasant. I trust you've heard the news? Another vampire attack, this time in Pilkington drive"
"hmm, a close one then?" Geoff says, rubbing his chin. "But it is good to see you are okay!"
Gwen turns to me. "Pilkington drive?" She whispers. "That's only a few streets down from my house!"
"I hope you had nothing to do with this, old friend!" Geoff booms, walking behind the counter and preparing a coffee for Manfred, who takes a seat. Manfred doesn't find take well to Geoff's comment, though Geoff doesn't notice as he chuckles to himself behind the counter. Gwen heads to the counter, leaving me alone at my table with our two coffees. Geoff hands Gwen the cup, and she takes it to Manfred. He takes it from her without saying a word.
"Excuse me sir" I hear Gwen say. "You've got something on your collar"
The man wipes his thumb over his collar while Gwen makes her way back to me. He checks his thumb and recoils, then looks back to Gwen.
"What was it?" I ask Gwen, who seems to be paler than usual.
"B-blood"
We sit in silence and finish our coffees. No one comes into the shop, and Geoff and Manfred sit talking indistinctly at the far end of the café. I finish my cup and put it on the table, Gwen takes it and the saucer.
"I think we need to talk tonight." Gwen says to me as she stands up. "At my place"
"sure - I'll head over here at five and pick you up" I say, handing her the money for the coffee. "Want me to bring anything!"
"Ooh, how about Mario Kart?" She says, livening up. "Or Risk, haven't played that in a while!"
I smile at her, and she smiles back. "See you soon!" I say to her, and I head out
Five o'clock rolls around, and I shut my flat door behind me as I head out to the café again. Same clothes as before, though now I've got my backpack with Risk inside. As much as I'm looking forward to a night at Gwen's, I can't get this morning out of my mind. That strange fellow, Manfred. His cold demeanour, the way he reacted to Geoff's joke. The blood on his collar. He has to be the vampire - it's obvious. But what really bothers me was the way Geoff treated him - they're friends! Geoff seemed to know that the man was a Vampire! Is Geoff really friends with something so nasty as a vampire!? I mean, Gwen isn't nasty, or anything...but that Manfred...
while I'd been thinking I'd hardly noticed the journey to the café as I walked, until I nearly walked head first into the door. Remembering that the real world exists, I bring myself back into it and open the door. Gwen smiles at me from behind the counter. I waltz in and take a seat, the same as before. There are some new coffee stains on the table, and there are more guests, but it's the same as I left it otherwise. Including - almost to my shock - Manfred, sat in the same corner. Gwen heads on over to my table
"Hello again" she says grinning and leaning on the back of the other chair. "Want another coffee before we leave?"
"I'd better not - kinda need the loo" I answer.
"Oh, go on!" She smiles. "You can be my first and last customer!"
I really should have gone before I left, and I'm feeling quite an urge to go. But I also really like the coffee here.
"...Go on then!" I say with a smirk. "I can make it back to your place - unlike-"
"Ahem!" She coughs, deliberately to cut me off. "Well if you really want to pay double, Alice, who am I to stop you!?"
"That's not what I-"
"Triple! How generous!"
We both laugh and she heads back behind the counter for a moment, then comes back with two more coffees - mochas, just like this morning. I take a sip - unlike this morning, this coffee isn't pure sugar with a distant coffee flavour.
"Sure is sunny out" I say to her, making conversation. "Lovely weather"
"Not so great for us" Gwen says. "Maybe we should-"
"What's wrong with the sun?" Comes a cold voice behind us - it's Manfred, paying at the counter. I can feel my face drain pale. Gwen doesn't even flinch.
"Oh, I'm an albino." She says to him. He nods and raises his eyebrows. "Sun burns me really easily!" She looks back to me, makes some faces that she wants me to understand but which fly over my head, frowns, then gestures to me with her cup to drink. I smile and take another sip.
When we both finish our coffees, she takes my cup in hand and smiles at me. "You ready?" I ask
She nods, smiles and heads back behind the counter. She walks up to Geoff, says something I can't hear, and hands him her badge. Geoff smiles and shakes her hand. Gwen walks back to me, smiling.
"Let's go!" She sings as I stand up. "See you tomorrow, Geoff!" She half-shouts, waving to Geoff. Geoff waves back with a white towel in one hand, smiling. The bell chimes again as we open the door and head out.
"What did you bring?" Gwen asks me as we start walking the dirt road to her house.
"Just Risk" I say to her. "But you've got plenty of things, right?"
"Oh yeah, all sorts!"
"So..." I say, changing the topic. "Tell me about that Manfred"
"Hmm" she says, thinking. "He knew about the vampire attack before it was on the radio, which said the body was found at midday in an alley"
"That's two hours after he found it..."
"Which means he didn't report it - but why?" She says, looking to me for the answer
"He's the vampire!"
"Yup - has to be" Gwen nods. "And if he's attracting vampire hunters, we need to get rid of him"
I stop quite suddenly as my bladder pangs - I need the toilet. Badly. I bend my knees and wince slightly
"Fangs right?" Gwen asks. "I meant to tell ou, they're going to hurt like mad when they come in"
"N-no - that's my bladder that time - can we walk a little quicker?"
"huh? Oh, sure!" Gwen says. "Do get ready for toothache when your fangs come in though"
"You could of told me that earlier!" I say, feeling relieved. "I was in agony at around midday - I was gonna call a dentist!"
"wow, check out my early bloomer! Show me your fangs!"
I run my tongue over my teeth and the size of my fangs almost startles me - they must be half an inch each, with a subtle hole on the inside of the tip. I grin and bare my teeth to Gwen, who ducks her head to get a good angle
"Ooh, those are some impressive teeth you've got! You be careful not to bite your-"
"Ow!"
"...tongue."
I tap my tongue with the tip of my finger and pull it back - there's a drip of blood.
"I thtill bleed?"
"Well yeah" Gwen says. "Every animal bleeds"
"Doesn't my blood do anything now?"
"It's corrosive to metal and glows in the dark"
"Really?"
"No" Gwen says, laughing. "Only thing different about it is that it won't feed a vampire - the one thing we can't do now is cannibalism"
"Well there goes my favourite hobby" I joke, and Gwen chuckles. "Ooh, I really need to go..."
"We're nearly at mine" Gwen says. She pulls her key out of her pocket. "And I've got the key too!"
We reach Gwen's house, by which time I'm bobbing up and down - the coffee really hit me hard. If I wasn't in company I'd probably be moaning, or looking for a large bush to hide behind. I can barely focus on talking I'm so desperate - which is why Gwen has taken to whistling. Every time she's tried speaking to me so far I've changed the subject with some form of 'God I have to go!' Or 'I think I'm gonna leak!'
She steps up to her doorway and fumbles for the keys on her key ring. There are about ten of all different ages, and I don't think Gwen even knows what they all do. I slide by bag off my back and rest it against the wall, while she jabs a key into a lock that won't take it. I hop foot to foot as she tries a second key, and I'm rocking back and forth as the lock rejects a third key
"G-Gwen, I'm gonna have to go in your front garden..."
"What? No, don't do that!"
I swing myself over the wall dividing the path from the garden and fiddle with my button. "I-I-I've got to, Gwen! I just felt a dribble going into my-"
*Chunk*
The fourth key works, and Gwen pushes her door open
"Get in, you! It's not easy to keep those roses looking so good - I don't want you pissing on them!"
Gwen's front garden is very well kept - despite needing to keep out of the sun so much, she has one of the nicest front gardens I've ever seen. I think she must work in it at night or something. I slide the button back into place and hop back onto the path - my foot catches the wall though and I fall on my face. As my forehead bounces off the stone path and I graze my hands, I barely even notice a hot squirt as my bladder takes the opportunity to jettison some of its cargo into my jeans, leaving a damp streak running up my crotch. Where I'm lying face down, gravity brings it running up me and the streak goes as far as my pocket. I clamber to my feet, hoping the streak won't look as bad as it feels. I look down to assess it - but Gwen does it best
"Alice" she says, giggling. "you look like you've got a penis"
The way the streak ran up me, it looks like it came about four inches below my belt loops and ran down, rather than running up. I feel myself blushing quite powerfully
"L-let's just get inside!"
Gwen laughs and leads me in, shutting the door behind me. I barely even register the hallway, being so desperate. She slinks past me, grabs me by the arm, and leads me in to the front room.
"Just leave your bag down here - I'll get us some tea while you use the bathroom"
I drop my bag in front of her sofa and kick my shoes off, and as I go to turn around Gwen grabs my arm again
"you're bleeding?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, Must of cut myself when I fell over"
"and pee'd"
"yeah...and that - what are you doing?"
Gwen has wiped the cut with a piece of tissue, and now she bringing my hand up to her mouth. She wraps her lips around the cut and sucks on it
"Gwen!"
"You need to apply pressure" she says through a mouthful of my wrist, tickling it with her tongue as she talks, making me giggle.
"And you're a new vampire, you still have some normal blood"
I giggle harder and feel another warmth between my legs. I wince and jam my free hand there in response.
"Thorry" Says Gwen, tickling me more. "Doeth thith tickle?"
I giggle harder and catch another hot jet, this time in my palm too. A couple drips hit Gwen's wooden floor
"Yes! Stop!"
She gives my cut one more lick with her little pink tongue, smirks, and lets me go. I go to step out the room when someone knocks on the door
"Expecting guests?" I ask, rubbing drool of my wrist with my other hand, replacing the drool with pee and instantly regretting it.
"No..." Gwen says, walking to the front room door and looking down the hallway. I lean around her, holding her shoulder for balance. Through the door's blurred glass windows I can make out three figures with wide brimmed hats.
"Alice" Gwen whispers. "We need to sneak upstairs. Quietly as you can"
I nod. Gwen crouches down, steps slowly to the stairs, and makes her way up on all fours. When I crouch down, another squirt escapes me - but I have to ignore it. Judging by Gwen's face, things could be a lot worse than wet pants right now. But judging on how my bladder is screaming at me - I'm going to be having very wet pants very soon.
We clamber to the top of the stairs and I follow Gwen onto the landing. The people downstairs knock again.
"They won't knock a third time" Gwen says. "We need to hide"
She steps forward and sneaks goes into the furthest room - a library full of Gwen's parent's books. She presses a little button under one of the shelves
"A s-secret room?" I ask, trying to be still as I can and also wavering side to side in an effort to meet my bloated bladder half way. Another dribble tells me that my bladder isn't one for compromise. Gwen pulls the bookshelf open
"Not a room - a cupboard - get in"
It's a tiny space behind the bookshelf, big enough for one person - or two if you don't mind being pressed breast to breast with someone. Luckily for me, Gwen has quite small breasts, and we manage to squeeze ourselves in. She pulls on a handle on the back of the bookshelf, closing us in.
"Now, keep quiet as you can" Gwen whispers. I can feel every breath against my chin - her breath is surprisingly pleasant for someone who drinks blood and so much coffee. We can barely move in the hiding space, which is bad for me - While I'm trying to cross my legs I've got my left thigh pressed between both of Gwen's
"sshh!"
"I'm not making any noise" Gwen whispers.
"That wasn't me!" I whisper back. "Actually, it was, but it's..."
"oh dear..." Gwen whispers - she can feel a warm trickle flow off my leg onto hers as she realises the hiss wasn't from my mouth. "Think you can hold it?" She asks. I shake my head.
Downstairs we hear a thump as someone opens the door forcefully. Three people come inside the house
"You're sure they're here?" Comes the first voice. A man's voice, cold and gruff.
"Two of them" comes the second voice. "This is their last known, err, house"
I press my thigh between Gwen's again as I try to hold onto myself more. I feel a stronger breath from her as she winces. I can just about make out her face in this light
"Y-Your parents..." I whisper. "They were vampires, right?"
"Y-yeah" she whispers back. "They moved out a month ago - looks like hunters were still a moth behind them"
I try to ignore the voices downstairs and the warm spurts coming from my own downstairs. "Why didn't you move?"
"I've never killed a victim. Not here anyway"
"A-and they - hnnn - did?"
"Yeah - are you about to lose it?" Gwen asks. I nod.
I can just about see her bite her lip. I moan softly as I feel my bladder tinging a little. I can feel her blushing - the heat from her face is surprisingly strong. As my bladder starts to heat up and take control of its own future, I do everything I can to stop. I place one hand between three thighs - two are mine - and I press my head forward
"A-Alice!" Gwen moans. "You're squashing my head into the wall"
"G-Gwen?"
"What?"
"I-I-I can't...."
I feel my bladder squeeze really hard, and I can hear a powerful hissing from inside my jeans. Inside this tiny cupboard the sounds is magnified ten fold. I can hear Gwen breathe in hard as the first wave of my pee spurts down both of our legs. I press my forehead into hers again as my entire body tenses. She's blushing really hard, the heat coming from her is almost as much as the heat inside my jeans. I stop the leak, but the damage is done. There's a streak of piss down both my legs to the ankles, and my socks have soaked up a fair bit too. I can't see Gwen's legs, but I can feel them, and based on that I would assume there's a wet streak from just below her skirt to her feet. At least she's wearing my tights. So I'm wetting my tights...
I'm wetting my tights...more importantly, I'm wetting myself! I blush red to match Gwen, and I try to hold back a sob
"Alicia"
I nod, our heads still together.
"Let it out very slowly"
I nod and very carefully go to let my bladder relax
FSSSSHHHHH!
A jet bursts out of me the second I relax my muscles - I only stop relaxing them and tighten them hard when something presses itself between my legs - Gwen's hand.
"Gently!" She hisses, taking her now-very-wet hand back from my - my self.
I don't know if I can do gently right now! I don't relax anything yet, I wait. I can hear dripping as pee hits the floor of the cupboard, having run down my jeans and slung itself off the leg-holes onto my - and Gwen's - feet. The heat runs down my legs, and the relief runs up my spine, as pee runs down my toes. When the drips fall quiet, I try again
A very subtle hissing sound emerges as I gently tell my bladder to empty itself. As the hissing returns, I feel a strangely pleasant feeling of hot water running over my crotch and thighs. My panties catch a lot of hit, and rather than letting it soak through, they hold the piss inside and force it out at the edges, resulting in a curious feeling of pee erupting over my thighs and down the front of my legs. However, the cotton doesn't hold back much, and pee begins to flood slowly through to the denim, and then through that, running over, under, and through the material. I moan gently as the relief of peeing battles with the effort to keep it controlled - a battle which I'm slowly losing as my bladder squeezes itself harder and harder. I drum my toes on the floor in an effort to hold back, but when I hear a wet patting sound rather than a dry drumming, the urge just rises, until I lurch and my bladder wins entirely, and a fierce hiss fills the tiny cupboard.
"Alice! Alice!" Gwen whispers, but I barely register them as my legs go limp and my body presses into hers, grinning and sighing as piss cascades over the two of our legs. She tries to push me off but gives in and sighs as she looks to the side and lets me have my relief. She holds her leg between mine to catch the drops and mask the sound they'd make when they hit the floor, surprisingly effectively. I'm moaning softly with each breath, and though I feel sorry for pushing into Gwen, the sense of relief knocks any other thought out the cupboard. By now the dripping of water onto wood has become the splashing of water onto water as the bottom of the cupboard fills with pee. I push my body off of hers as the world comes back to me and the rest of my bladder slowly empties down us.
"Better?" She asks, pee still trickling out of me.
"Y-yeah..."
we stand in silence, breast to breast, as my bladder runs dry and our legs run quite the opposite. As I move my toes I realise that the hiding cupboard is quite water tight, and now me and Gwen are stood in a tiny puddle that won't shrink until we open the door. Or our socks soak up all of it, which is unlikely, given that my socks are water logged and probably see-through. It also means that the smell won't be going anytime soon either. That was okay when the cupboard smelled like wood, but now it smells of fresh urine and two girl's sweat. But mostly urine.
Now that my bladder is nice and empty, I let my leg slide down again from between Gwen's thighs. And now that the cupboard is quiet again, we can hear the voices outside. They're upstairs now, looking through the rooms. They're being very quiet, but we can hear foot steps - coming close to the bookshelf
I swallow hard, and so does Gwen. There's a dull thump as one of the people leans against the bookshelf. I jump and run my leg back up again, Gwen - moans?
A soft moan, but not a wince like you might expect if someone ran their knee into your - between your legs. Gwen realises this, and I feel her blush again. Well, blush more, she's been blushing since I started wetting myself. And so have I. But Gwen didn't have a reason to be embarrassed...
We must wait in the hiding chamber for an hour while the three rooted about the house, and then another ten minutes while they replaced the door - which was very good of them!
"They need to cover their tracks" Gwen explains. "How do your fangs feel? Are you used to them yet?"
"I've only had them for like a day, might be a while until I get used to them"
"Can I feel them?"
"What?"
"Vampires are proud of their fangs - can I feel yours? For comparison?"
"Uh, sure" . I answer. No reason she shouldn't. I feel her wriggle her arms about and struggle to get them above our waists. "Or maybe not" I say
"H-here, let me..."
She presses her lips around mine and runs her tongue over my teeth. I can barely believe what's happening - I don't know what's going on! N-now's my chance though - I kiss her! I press my face into hers and wrap my tongue around hers, and I wrap my arms over her-
"Alice!"
She pulls her head back as much as she can, bumping it into the wood. We both blush fiercely in our little wooden box.
"I was just-" she starts. "Wanted to....I just..."
"sorry, that was on me..." I mumble, feeling very silly. Firstly, a kiss like that is something quite surprising to out on a friend, secondly, I've only just finished pissing myself! "I-I got carried away..."
The two of us stand in the box, not making eye contact, like we're trying to avoid each other, despite our bodies physically pressing together.
After a short while, the people downstairs go silent and we hear them leaving. But neither of us go to open the box.
"N-no hard feelings, r-right?"
Gwen looks at me, smirks, and presses her lips into mine again, then pulls away slowly, holding onto my top lip for a second longer as she does. "Y-yeah...no hard feelings".
She opens the bookshelf, and the collected piss swamps out onto the floor. I can hear Gwen sigh as it spreads out over the wooden floor.
In the light of the room, the damage becomes clear - and so does the air. My blue jeans are soaked top to bottom, save for the waistband and the outer sides near the top. Gwen' legs glisten too, showing them to be just as wet. My socks, once thin, white, dry cotton, are now yellow-ish and see through, and still pretty warm. I look up at Gwen, who hasn't stopped blushing yet.
"That's the second time you've gone to kiss me, isn't it?" Says Gwen. I blush and nod, and look back at the floor. "Aren't we supposed to go out for dinner first?"
I chuckle and run one foot in circles on the floor. She grabs me by the hand. I look at her, and she at me.
"I'm serious, Alice. I'm taking you out to dinner"
"R-really?"
"Yeah, I need to teach you how to feed, right?" She says with a grin. I smile at her and nod.
"For now though, we have some cleaning to do" |
I look down at the risk board. Gwen's red army has conquered its way across Russia, Europe, Africa, America and Asia, but my green forces still hold out in Oceania. Until Gwen rolls her dice at me and with two sixes storms into Indonesia. I frown. She notices and giggles.
It's late enough to be dark outside, and me and Gwen are playing board games in her room. We're both lying on her carpeted floor, both in her pyjamas. I hadn't the foresight to bring my own, and I'd had an accident in my normal clothes, so Gwen fished a set of PJs out of her wardrobe for me. They're plain pyjamas - a pair of dark beige pants and a white tee, a little snug by surprisingly comfortable. They're too big for Gwen, but I'm a fair bit bigger than her. That's not to say I'm overweight, Gwen is just very small. She's wearing her favourite set of pyjamas, a grey furry footless onesie that buttons down the front. It would never fit me, but little Gwen is more somewhere inside it than wearing it. She catches me staring at her and grins a wide grin, bearing her fangs. Usually she's quite careful to hide her teeth, so she looks so much more relaxed when she doesn't.
"Everything alright there?" She asks me, tilting her head. I shake mine and point to my poor little horseman in Western Australia, who's sat looking quite glumly in the direction of two red cannons to the north.
"You're sure you don't want to surrender?" I ask her. She laughs and pushes one of the cannons into my territory, then picks up the dice. She rolls them in my direction again, and as they clatter on the board I hear my phone go off in my bag. I get up off the floor, head over to my bag and pull out my phone. It's just an alert from my provider, nothing interesting.
"That's the risk alarm" I tell Gwen. "It means that we have to end the game. I'm going to call this one a win for me"
"You are not!" Gwen laughs. "You're going to sit back down and get conquered!"
"You never know" I say, slumping back down onto my chest on the floor. "Maybe this one guy is the best defender I've ever had!". I roll the dice. Three ones. "Or maybe he doesn't know how swords work". I pick him off the board and swap him out for three foot-soldiers. Gwen's about to roll her dice again when the front door opens downstairs.
"Again?" Gwen sighs, lifting herself to her feet. "Come on, you, let's get back in the cupboard"
"How do they keep getting in?" I ask
"They must have took the lock out" she answers. "I don't think it's safe to stay here tonight"
Gwen unceremoniously dumps the risk game into the box and puts it back on the shelf, and we hurry back to the bookshelf, open it, and hide inside again. Downstairs we can hear three people rooting about and looking for signs of us. We've done our best to not touch anything we don't need downstairs, except the kettle. We've both had a couple cups of tea. I can feel the blood drain from my face as I remember that I've left a full, warm tea cup in Gwen's room.
"Hey! You okay?" Gwen whispers to me. I'm surprised she can see me at all in this light. "You don't need the toilet again, do you?"
"I-I left my tea in your room" I whisper back. I can hear Gwen suck in air as she recoils
"Quick! Go get it!"
I gently push the shelf open and peek outside. I go to put a toe out the door when the sound of heavy boots on the stairs resounds up the hallway and Gwen pulls me back in, shutting the door after me. I can feel her staring at me in the darkness.
"Hey, Jerry!" Comes a muffled call from outside. "There's a tea cup in here".
"Great work Alf, you found a teacup!" Comes a second voice from downstairs. "That's great news for us teacup hunters, ain't it!?"
"Jerry, I'm serious! It's full of tea, and it's still warm...someone's been here!"
"You what?" Comes the second voice, followed by the clambering of boots up the stairs. We hear him enter Gwen's room and then they talk too quietly for us to make out the words.
"W-what did you do with your cup?" I ask Gwen. She presses it into my arm, before lifting it to her face and taking a sip. As the smell of her tea reaches me I feel a bit silly and a bit jealous. Now I really want some tea...
"Hey!" Comes on of the voices. The second voice, Jerry's. "We know you're here! Come out and make this easy for all of us!"
"Don't do that, of course" Gwen says to me. As if she really needed to.
The cupboard itself is silent as ever, making the footsteps and movements outside and inside that much louder. I can hear Gwen's every breath, and feel them against my neck.
"Alice?"
"yeah?
"I gotta pee"
I look at her for a moment, my eyebrows raised and face pulled tight. She headbutts me in the boob as she tries to stop herself laughing. Real funny.
"s-sorry!" She whispers. "I couldn't resist!"
"Gwen, you're going to get us both killed" I whisper back.
She tries to stand up straight again, all the while holding back giggles. "S-sorry" she says, trying to sound genuine. I think she can tell I don't find it quite so funny.
The footsteps come out of Gwen's room and toward the library.
"I'll take a look around here" the first man says, walking closer. "All these bookshelves, gotta be something hidden"
I hear Gwen swallow hard.
"Yeah, sure" says the second man. "Me and Annie will have another look downstairs, give us a shout if you find anything" he says, heading back down.
The man steps onto the wooden floor of the library and stands by one of the bookshelves. We hear his hands pattering up and down the shelves, removing and replacing the books, looking for something. Our shelf - the false shelf - is the third one from him.
There's nothing we can do but wait as the man taps and pats the shelves, inching closer and closer to us. Gwen' breathing has become a little harder and faster, and she's drumming her toes - I can feel them rub against mine sometimes. I can feel her chest moving in and out as we're pressed together in this cupboard, which feels like it's getting tighter and tighter, trapping us until the hunter pulls us out. He pulls of book after book, putting them back carefully, moving agonisingly slowly toward us. Gwen had told me earlier that they put everything back as they find it to hide the fact they were ever around, but he's moving so slowly I'd rather he'd just trash the place. He's getting close enough to us now that we can tell the size and weight of every book by the sound it makes as he moves them. We can almost hear the grooves in his skin as the run over the wooden shelves.
Every second seems like hours as the man taps about. He's taking books of the shelves and tapping the backboard to see if it's hollow. He puts the books back and moves an inch to the side. He must be on the shelf next to us by now. Gwen's breaths are quivering and scared, and So are mine. My palms are sweaty, and adrenaline is coursing through me.
A few inches from my ear some books are pulled back, and then there's a harsh tapping on the board. I can feel a hot wet spot appear between my thighs as my bladder betrays me for just a second, but long enough to leave a visible stain in these thin pyjamas.
"Hollow..." the man whispers outside. I look at Gwen - she's paler than usual, her eyes are wide open. I can hear his hands running under the shelves, one at a time, starting at the bottom. I can barely stifle a whimper as another dribble falls into my PJs and doesn't stop - I'm slowly wetting myself as the man runs his hand over the next shelf. Gwen looks at the growing patch, then casts me a sympathetic look.
"Hnn? A button?"
Oh dear...
*click*
As soon as he pushes the button, Gwen pushes with all her strength into the shelf, forcing it open and knocking the man to his backside - she pulls at my hand and without realising we're both darting down toward the stairs!
"Hey, you! Stop!" The man shouts, clambering to his feet. "Guys! I found them!"
Me and Gwen storm down the stairs, Gwen kicking aimlessly at one of the people who come out of her front room to meet us at the bottom of the stairs. She catches him in the waist and knocks him just enough out of balance that she can throw him over with a second push, before she darts down her hallway and toward the kitchen. A third person - a woman - steps into sight from the other end of the hall and grabs Gwen from behind as she tries to run past. I try to stop but end up barging into the woman, knocking the three of us to the floor.
"Dammit, get them!" The woman shouts, grabbing at Gwen's feet as Gwen does her best to scramble forward. I try to get up too, but trip over the woman's foot in the process, throwing myself on top of her and pinning her to the floor, giving Gwen enough time to run through the kitchen and into her back garden. I grab the woman's head and press it down into the floor to lift myself up and I follow Gwen out of the house.
Gwen sprints toward the garden fence - which is as tall as she is - grabs it with one hand and throws herself over it. I try to do the same thing but crash on top of the fence and flip over it, landing on my back on the other side. I scramble to my feet and dart after Gwen.
After three minutes of sprinting I catch up to her, leaning against a tree and panting hard as she catches her breath.
"That....hahh, that was close" I pant, leaning against the tree with her. "Who, hahh, where they?"
Gwen pants for a moment before she answers. "Vampire hunters. Definitely. And now they know we're here...did they see your face?"
"I-I don't think so" I say between breaths. "What now?"
Gwen stands up and takes a moment to catch her breath. "Well, they won't have followed us in all their hunter gear...we could head to your place"
"Sure" I say. I look down at my PJs. There's a thick wet line down one leg where fear got the better of me. Seeing it makes me blush quite hard.
"Don't worry about it" Gwen says. "At least we don't have to clean up this time!"
I giggle. Gwen always knows what to say when I'm feeling down. She smiles at me.
"Come on then, tinkles!" She says. "Let's get you home!"
Luckily for the two of us, there's no one around. We walk through the dirt path past the coffee shop, and at this time of night the way is almost completely black. We must be quite a sight - two girls walking through a forest, barefoot in their pyjamas. One of them having wet themselves...at least Gwen's onesie has a hood to obscure her face. I just have to rely on not being seen at all.
We walk up the pathway to my front door. I turn to look at Gwen. Her grey PJs blend in to the darkness, but her icy white hands and feet stand out. Her face would too, if it wasn't under her hood. They almost seem to glow under the light of the street lamps. Each splatter of mud is clear, contrasting strongly to her skin. She's stood quite limply, with her feet both pointed inward. She's clearly very tired.
I turn back to the door and pull my key out the pocket of the PJs - I'd made a point of keeping my key on me at all times after I'd managed to lock myself out one time last year. My luck being what it is, I'd needed the toilet quite badly. I had to call the police to let me in, and as they arrived I was just starting to wet myself...not something I wanted to repeat.
I push the key in and turn it, and we step inside. We head up to my room and I climb onto my bed. I push myself to the far side, and Gwen sits down on the end.
"There's a few things I need to..." Gwen starts, then yawns. "That I need to tell you..." she says.
"Tell me tomorrow, Gwen" I say to her. "You look like you're about to pass out"
"y-yeah..." she says, then yawns again. She lies down in my bed with me and turns to face me. She smiles at me with half open eyes. "G'night, Alice..." she mumbles, before drifting off. I hadn't meant for her to sleep in the same bed as me, but I haven't the heart to kick her out. Instead I smile back at her.
She's completely asleep almost immediately. She lies next to me, mouth open, breathing gently toward me. A few white strands of hair fall down her face, and move with her every breath.
I hope she isn't a bedwetter... |
I wake up.
I'd try to put that more interestingly but that's it; I wake up. I didn't have a nightmare that shook me awake, I didn't interrupt a beautiful dream by waking up. There's not an alarm or any interesting noise, I just wake up. Gwen isn't shaking me awake and offering me tea and breakfast in bed - she's still sleeping soundly next to me. There aren't vampire hunters stood over us with stakes. I just wake up.
I like mornings like this, where I just wake up and feel like I've had a pleasant sleep. I sit up and look over to the clock on the wall. Ten. The light outside tells me it's ten in the morning, not ten at night. Gwen will be working an afternoon shift at the coffee shop today, so we aren't late yet.
I look at Gwen. She looks so peaceful in her sleep. She's lying on her front, her head resting on one arm, and her other hand is sat palm-down in front of her. A strand or two of hair hang over her half-open mouth, lifting and falling in time with her slow breaths. You wouldn't have thought she'd have run through a forest last night, if it wasn't for the mud on her bare feet poking out the leg-holes of her grey onesie. Her fingers and toes twitch ever so slightly as she dreams. A few of the buttons that hold the front of the onesie closed have come undone at some point, and I can't help but look at her otherwise naked body underneath. Usually she'd be wearing something underneath...N-not that I pay attention or anything.
I lie back down and smile. There's something so cosy about being in bed with her. It's nice and warm in bed with her, and her gentle breaths are comforting. I turn my head over and look at her, still sleeping. I let my eyes half close while I lie there.
I kinda need the toilet.
There's always something that ruins it, and right now it's my bladder. I'm a little surprised, considering that my own pyjamas are still slightly damp from last night. Not uncomfortably damp, it's more or less body temperature, but still damp. I could always make it damper...
No, no! I'm not going to wet the bed because I'm feeling lazy. I'd have to clean up later, and it would get cold before long, and it might smell, and I'd get Gwen wet, and it wouldn't be clean.
I still kinda want to though. I dont of course, I'll just hold it for now. I'll wait until Gwen wakes up before I do go though - I couldn't wake her up! She looks so relaxed there, I'd hate to be the one to interrupt it! So I won't, I'll lie here and wait.
I've been lying for about half an hour, just now enjoying being in bed, all comfy and warm and pretending I don't really need to pee. It is getting a little bit boring now though, even with Gwen looking so cosy next to me. She's lying on side now, one leg slumped over the other, knee pointed toward me. She doesn't look so relaxed now though, she almost seems slightly troubled. Judging by the way she's twitching, she must be having a bad dream.
"nuuhh...." she mumbles into the pillow. There's a thin line of dribble running from her bottom lip to the pillow now, too. I wonder what she's dreaming about...
"I-I...nnn...." she goes on. "Y-yeahhh..". She stops twitching now, and her face falls back to being relaxed. I smile at her, I guess her bad dream must be over!
"mmmmm...."
She smiles gently in her sleep, and I try to imagine what she's thinking of...never mind, I know exactly what she's thinking of.
A tiny thin line runs over her thigh and lands on the mattress, and a small puddle begins to form where it meets the bed. Her gentle smile turns into a grin and a slight trickling sound emerges from between her legs as her first dribble grows into a small stream running out of her, over her thigh and into my bed.
There's something strangely cute about watching her wetting the bed - a child like innocence, seeing her so happy and relaxed as a small warm puddle grows around her and soaks into the mattress. I smile and lean back as she relieves herself in her sleep, in her bed. Well, my bed,
Wait, no, my bed! She's wetting my bed! Err, I need to stop her! I grab her by the shoulder and shake her quite hard - she wakes up with a yelp.
"Alice, what are you-"
she doesn't finish her question, instead she pulls a face and looks toward her legs. When she sees the puddle she flushes bright red. She sits still for a moment, looking and blushing and not saying a word.
"Dreamt you found a toilet?" I ask. She nods slowly. "We've all been there!" I tell her. "Where was it?"
"W-well, I was in a dungeon, a-and there were these goblins, and they wouldn't let me, err, go, but then one broke me out and took me to a toilet, b-but there was a queue and I wet m-myself..."
"Huh, you wet yourself in the dream too? Usually I make it to the toilet in my dream. Of course I haven't when I wake up! You seemed awfully happy about it though"
She blushes more - I didn't think she could, but she does. "Uhh, I-I just really h-had to go! M-mind if I go to the bathroom?"
"Haven't you already?" I smirk
"I n-need to get changed" she says.
"You bought clothes with you?"
Her eyes widen as she realises her situation. She's at my house with nothing to wear but a wet onesie, and none of my clothes will fit her.
"Do you want me to head over to your place and pick you some clothes up?" I ask her. She shakes her head.
"N-no, there might still be hunters" she says, standing up next to my bed. The puddle on the bed is the size of a large plate and is roughly in the shape of the outline of Gwen's thigh and waist. Her PJs bare a similar stain, with two dark lines, one over the front of her thigh and the other down the curve of her ass, leading into a big dark patch over her left thigh and going down so far as her knee. A couple more drips fall off the material and onto the floor. She stands with her feet pressed together, looking down at them, still quite embarrassed.
"Want me to get you some new stuff? I can head over to the clothes shop and get you something for now"
"Uhh, sure...t-thanks"
"You go get yourself cleaned up then, I'm gonna get changed and head out". She smiles at me, nods, and heads into the bathroom. I pull of my pyjamas. As I pic up my comfy grey sweatpants off the floor I hear her turning on the shower, reminding me how badly I need to go. Well, she's in the bathroom now, so I can't barge in, and I'm half dress already...better hurry up getting her something to wear. I throw on a grey top, then a hoodie, then slide my feet into a pair of trainers. I probably look smarter in the pyjamas now that I think about it, even with the wet bit.
I head out the door and down the road, ignoring my bladder the whole way. By the time I reach the clothes shop I'm almost breaking into a sweat trying to look normal and not desperate for a wee. I head inside and look around. I know the kind of thing Gwen likes to wear...so I'm going to get her the exact opposite. She likes greys and blacks, right? I hope she likes vibrant lime green and hot pink, too!
After ten minutes of rummaging around and holding myself when I think nobody is looking, I've collected an outfit for Gwen - baby green sweatpants with a grey line down one leg, a plain yellow tee, and a red cut off hoodie. And some cheap purple trainers. She can get underwear later, I'm just getting her essentials. As a queue up to buy them, squeezing my legs, I try not to giggle to myself .
The queue is agonisingly slow, and I can only stand on one foot and weight as the three people in front take as long as they can. The cashier seems to be deliberately making mistakes just to spite my bladder. I can't stop myself looking around as I try to make sure no ones watching me squirm on the spot. I must look mad, squirming, looking around, and buying the Ghanaian flag in clothes form. I know for a fact the pants will be too small and should hang an inch or so above her ankles. I have to stop myself laughing again - each giggle threatens to blow my bladder open. I try to focus on something else.
By the time I reach the counter I'm sweating a little, and I'm certain it's showing. I can feel my armpits getting damper, and beads of sweat are beginning to form on my forehead. Luckily for me, they're both hidden my a hoodie and my unkempt hair. Mostly.
The cashier takes my clothes from me. She looks at them all individually, then looks at me and raises an eyebrow. I could burst out laughing there and then, but I'd burst my bladder open too, and that's something I want to avoid, which is why I'm shuffling side to side on my side of the counter. Subtly is becoming less of an option for me as my bladder threatens to give up if I don't find somewhere to go soon.
The cashier takes the clothes, almost holding them at arms length, and runs them under the scanner one by one, taking her precious time to really savour every moment. Meanwhile I'm swapping which foot I keep on the ground and leaning side to side, doing everything I can to hold back desperate moans. Right as she scans the last thing - the yellow tee - I fail in my effort to keep quiet, and I let out a moan. In the silent queue it seems to reverberate and echo, and I flush bright red. The cashier just looks at me like she's had enough already. I smile weakly and she just sighs as she hands me my bag. I pull my card out my pocket, quite hard to do while I'm not keeping my legs still, and swipe it in. I tap in my PIN, get told I did it wrong, and do it again, only much more urgently the second time. It accepts it, takes a moment, and then it prints out a receipt for me. I take it, smile my goodbye to the cashier, and hurry out the store.
If it wasn't so busy out I might think about running down the street, but instead I walk. Every step is felt in my bladder ten fold. As I walk briskly back to my flat I break out into a sweat again in my effort to look natural. About halfway back I give up on that effort and stop dead in my tracks, bend over and hold myself hard! God it feels easier now! I carry on walking home with one hand between my legs, blushing and staring at the floor, hoping that no one I know will see me.
I make it to my front door, and after hopping up the little walk way, I fumble at my left pocket for my keys. That pocket's empty, so I try the right. Also empty. Oh no...I try again, feeling in my left pocket. Nothing. I moan and bend at my knees, almost ready to give up and pull my pants down on the spot. I try once more in my right pocket, now with my right leg lifted and bent tight. It's there! I yank the key out and drop it.
I grumble and bend down to pick it up. Bending down puts a lot of reassure on my bladder, and I feel a hot dribble run out of me. I blush as I stand up with the key and jam it at the key hole. It fits in. I twist it. It doesn't move. Just my luck.
I twist again. Nothing. I jiggle it about and it turns. I stamp my foot down and wince as my bladder squeezes itself as a warning. No leak, but the next one will be! I push the door open, turn around and nearly slam it shut. I'm in! I head to my bathroom - to my and my bladder's dismay, the shower is still running. I just want to pee!
"Gwen! I'm back!"I shout, banging on the bathroom door. I hear a yelp as I make her jump inside, followed by the clatter of something to the floor, probably shampoo or something.
"Won't be a moment!" She says from inside, but I don't have a moment! I stand outside, stamping one foot after the other on the floor in a desperate attempt to hold everything back. Now that I'm inside, I don't have to restrict how I hold, so I grip myself with two hands and moan as I stamp on the spot.
"Ha-ah! Let me in!"
"Hold on!"
At this point I'm more or less jogging on the spot, just waiting for Gwen to get out before I - uh oh.
I stop stamping, I grab myself, and I bend over double. Oh god, this is it!
My bladder squeezes hard once, but with all my effort I hold it back. I breath in hard. My bladder squeezes again. This time I moan and bite my lip. I only just stay dry. Round three. My bladder squeezes again. I hold it, hold it, hold it! N-no! A squirt escapes as the last second - now my bladder knows it can beat me. With one more squeeze it does.
I wince and tense up as my bladder squeezes hard, and before I know what's happening there's a powerful gush of hot liquid into my hands and a loud hiss to go with it. I gasp for air as the spurt stops, but before I'm ready for the next wave my bladder squeezes even harder, and a powerful jet of piss runs down my legs and into my shoes. I stand still, gasping for air as the last wave ends, but the damage is done. My legs are wet, top to toe. Only on the inside of my legs, but it's still clearly visible. And very, very warm.
I stand for a moment and hope that that's the last of it, but I can feel my bladder getting ready to go again. I know I haven't got long, so to minimise damage, I kick one shoe off and toss it to one side. As I kick at the other shoe with my now bare foot, a small dribble begins falling out of me. I get the shoe off and kick it to one side, and as it lands I hear the shower go silent in the bathroom door - she must be done soon! T-then I can pee!
I stand up, knees together, feet apart and pointed inwards. My hands are between my already wet thighs, and my face is tightly closed wherever it can be. I just have to wait...until Gwen opens the door! Just wait.....just....wait....just.....hng! Just wait!
I can't wait! My bladder tenses again and a jet of pee squirts through my fingers and splatters onto the floor. I gasp for breath, and my bladder gets ready to go again.
"Okay Alice, there you-"
Gwen opens the door to catch that last squeeze. She blushes immediately. I look her in the eye for a second before -
Hng!
My bladder tenses up again and I fall to my knees. As a hiss thunders through my sweatpants and pee splashes over my legs, I grasp for something to lean on. I meant to grab the doorway, but what I actually grab is Gwen's still wet thigh. I don't have time to say anything though, as my body tenses again and my bladder let's everything pour out of me! I'm sat on my knees, holding Gwen's leg, peeing full force into my comfy pants, and I can't stop! I can feel pee cascading between and over my legs, pouring through the sweatpants and crashing around my knees and growing quite quickly into a puddle. I moan and whimper a couple of times in response to the mix of relief, defeat and embarrassment as I completely and totally wet myself in front of Gwen, again. I sigh as I give up any last resistance I have left in me. Pee splatters all around me as the warm shiver of relief runs up my spine. The material of my sweatpants soaks in all the pee it can, spreading a warm dark patch around my legs, reaching up and around my crotch and all down my thighs. Gwen just stands there and lets me support myself on her pale leg, even as the puddle growing beneath me envelops her right foot. I stare at her foot as the puddle continues to grow. She drums her toes once, sending a ripple back at me, to mirror the ripples coming from the endless stream splashing between my legs.
It takes a full minute for me to stop. Sixty seconds from the moment I gave up to the moment I can feel the stream stop from pouring out of me. I sigh as it does, and I dare to look up at Gwen. I only now realise she's completely naked, and how high up my hand is on her thigh. I can feel the heat from her on my knuckles.
"Finished?" She asks. I nod. "You know, I almost feel sorry for you" she says, and she takes my wet hands in hers and helps me to my feet. "But then I saw the clothes you bought me". I chuckle. "You go get in the shower, we can discuss this when you're done" she says. I walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I peel of my still warm sweatpants and put them to one side, then I take off my hoodie and top and leave them somewhere else. I turn on the shower and climb in.
When I get out the shower, towel wrapped around me, I open the bathroom door. Gwen is sat, still naked, on my sofa, with her new clothes laid out in front of her. I grin as she looks up at me. She smiles an annoyed smile at me.
"Don't they fit?" I ask her innocently, trying not to laugh. She rests one arm on the back of the sofa, and rests her head in that hand. "I made sure to get clothes that will keep the sun away" I say sweetly. She raises her eyebrow.
"First of all" she begins. "There's no underwear. Second of all, I'm gonna look like a fruit salad"
I can't hold back my laughter any more - I laugh loudly while Gwen casts me a look between a glare and an unimpressed smile.
"I made us both tea" she says once I stop giggling. I wipe away the tears from my eyes and take a seat opposite Gwen, casting my towel to one side. "I'm not getting dressed until I have to" she says, picking up her tea cup. "When I do though, we're going back to the clothes shop, I'm going to get some new stuff, and then I'm going to come back here and get changed" I giggle again.
"Sure" I say. Then you've got work this afternoon. I'll head up with you, but I've got some washing to do when I get back, so I'll stay for just the one coffee" I say to her. She smiles.
"Oh, don't forget, I'm going to take you out for dinner tonight" she says.
"You are?"
"Yeah!" She says, taking another sip. "I need to teach you how to feed!" |
**about a girl I worked with who always had to pee at work. Well one day....something happened...**
Minnie was a cute girl with a nice body for a twenty year old. Red hair, round right butt in her work light-tan kakis, tight dark shirt, and a water bottle she drank from all day. She had an eight hour normal shift cashiering. She got to work with a full bladder, went to the bathroom and noticed a stall in the restroom was "Out of Order." She worked at the register for a couple of hours and as her break approached she recognized a growing discomfort and urge inside of her near the lower belly. Minnie felt her bladder nearly full.
"That will be $119.31," she said to a customer. As she took the cash and counted it out a shock from the full bladder inside of her went through her whole body which made her jump. As she grabbed the change, it felt like a hot oven was inside of her ready to burst its door open as the hot, heavy load grew more and more. "Next please," she moaned as she called the next customer. She could not go on break until the last cashier who left got back. They were very busy for the holiday weekend, and it was cold out so people wanted to come in and warm.
Minnie scanned items slower with each minute that passed. As did her chances of holding it in. Minnie reached a point where she could not stop bouncing, and people looked at her and giggled. She felt so embarrassed. Her coworker John who ran the register behind her saw her big, round, tight butt in her tan pants. She felt her pants started to dig into her lower belly and pressed her bladder and the load inside which was now being pushed out. She stopped as the customer scanned their card and her legs crossed.
“Minnie,” her boss called from afar. “Tony is back. You can go on break.”
She had drank her whole bottle of water down. Her heart raced as she scanned out her last customers. “Oooooohhh,” she moaned again. She looked across the store and saw the bathrooms. People entered and exited happy as can be. About to empty their bladders and some already had. Minnie craved for that release. She kept her muscles clamped on the lower half of her body as she felt the urge to pee grow. Her panties and her tan pants were in danger of showing a presentation of humiliation on Minnie in front of everyone. “Come…on,” she whispered.
She had one last customer to finish in her line. She had multiple items of the same thing; “Crap!” she thought. An extreme couponer. Minnie had felt this desperate in the past, but she always made it in time. As uncomfortable as she was as her legs took small squirms in place against each other, she felt she could make it as always.
“I’m sorry mam,” Minnie said. “That coupon says you can only use two of this type of coupon per day.”
“Fine,” the woman said. “We’ll just break this into multiple transactions.”
Minnie closed her eyes tight and tried to pull her thoughts into the moment, away from her bladder pains and fears. “We can’t do that mam. It means you can only use two for yourself here at this store. I can’t take more than that at all no matter what.”
The woman’s face turned bright red like a scorch. She was about to erupt like a volcano or a girl with a full bladder. “Call your manager over!”
Minnie’s hands rolled into fists that she pulled back down to her sides, against the urge to punch this woman silly.
She called her manager over and tried to leave to use the restroom, but her manager said she had to finish it. Minnie bounced and rubbed her hands down her face in annoyance. She put her hands in her pockets as her thumbs drummed the sides of her pants. After five minutes of arguments, one of the security guards under cover as a normal customer came by and pulled the customer aside. He asked her to empty her pockets. She refused. He told her it would only get worse. She did, and there were two watches with store tags still on them.
A thief!
The manager cancelled the order as the security guard brought the woman into his office to wait for the police. A feeling of relaxation overcame Minnie as she could already feel her bladder emptying….WHAT….WAIT NO!
“NO!” Minnie screamed. That relaxation almost made her give her body a release. She kept her legs tight together down to the knees. She had one hand on her belly which had expanded out a little from the load inside of her which was still filling. She hurried to the other end of the store to the bathrooms. She had reached a desperation point she had never reached in public. Things were serious. Her crotch was growing hotter inside up to her belly, her muscles down there ached as her full bladder pushed against her insides. Minnie had to pee. NOW. Like yesterday! “Almost there Minnie, hold it, come on!” She reached the bathrooms, grabbed the handle to the girl’s room, pushed and…nothing. The door would not budge. Minnie’s heart sank into darkness.
She fought with the bathroom door handle. It was locked! Tight! She almost cried as she knew the toilets, her key to comfort and avoidance of an accident and utter humiliation, were just beyond this locked door. A hand went in front of her and smacked an OUT OF ORDER sign on the door.
Being so close to the bathrooms and its toilets that Minnie so desperately needed caused her bladder pains to grow to ones a giant could not withstand. Her legs in the tight, tan pants tightened as one leg lifted off the ground and pushed over the other one. “What’s going on?!?”
The store janitor looked at her without sympathy. “Our water pipes cracked opened. It’s leaking everywhere in the back. The toilets and sinks have no water. No one can go in there until they’re fixed.”
Minnie’s jaw dropped. Her pupils dilated and eyes watered into tears of terror. The growing anxiety of a possible accident was back. Her belly and bladder were swollen with a huge amount of hot pee, a load her panties would never survive. She had use the bathroom so badly and now she couldn’t.
Just as he was about to walk away after placing a sign on the men’s bathroom as well, Minnie grabbed him. “Wait! I really have to go to the bathroom though!” Minnie was bouncing in slow motions on one leg as the other still kept itself clamped up to her crotch.
“The Mexican restaurant in the plaza we share with has a bathroom. Go there.”
Minnie found slight hope, and hurried back to the other end of the store.
Right as she reached the door and saw the Mexican restaurant greeting people as they came in, she was pulled back by her manager. “Minnie. We need you back on register.”
Minnie’s heart sank. “But I-I-I never got to go to th-the bathroom. Please just let me go to the Mexican place quick.”
“I’m sorry,” her manager said. “You just had a break. You can go after.”
Minnie shook. She had no choice. She gulped and walked to her register about to burst.
Half an hour passed by. Every time a customer walked by and exited the store saying how unprofessional it was to have a business while the bathrooms are down, killed Minnie a little on the inside. She had bitten her bottom lip and legs crossed as she rung customers out. Just having customers remind her that there are no bathrooms almost made her sick.
“Oh…no,” Minnie whispered. She felt a couple small drops of pee escape her muscles clamped together like melted metal. She felt the slight dampness of her panties. “Gotta…hold…it,” she moaned in a low, cracked voice. “Ooooooh.”
Minnie rung out another customer. This one had twenty water gallon containers in his carriage. Minnie’s eyes widened as the cart strolled up and the liquid inside the containers made splashing sounds. She scanned his waters. “Okay…” she struggled to say. “Sir that will be $21.07, please.”
The customer struggled through his wallet. He looked disappointed. The longer he took the more stressed Minnie had become while being trapped in her toiletless prison. The customer said, “Sorry, I’m a little short. Can you take a couple of these back?”
Minnie nodded. She got ready to scan the items to void them out, but the customer placed one of the gallons on the edge of the counter, and it slipped off. Minnie ran around her register quick to grab it, but it hit the floor, and imminently cracked and the plastic exploded with a puddle of water splashing the area around it. A few drops hit Minnie’s bottom leg, and the watery feeling made her without thinking to grab her crotch. Her legs turned inwards at the knees. “Eeeeeee.” She ached.
Minnie turned off her register so the janitor could come clean the mess up. She stood there zoning her area as they were taught to in these times. She tried to ignore it, but her faced was pulled by pain to stare at the janitor mop up the puddle and then squeeze the mop over the bucket, splashing into the water below like pee hitting toilet water during a nice release. Minnie was so…so…SO, very desperate. It felt like it would pop inside of her any second.
Minnie looked to the left, then the right, and headed out the door. It didn’t matter at this point if she got in trouble. She had a weak bladder to begin with. Minnie ran taking little steps as she held her legs together as much as she could while moving and had her arms tucked to her side. She was bursting from the inside of her bladder to her white panties with pink flowers. Her private parts had become so swollen and filled with urine that it felt like boiling water on the stove. Her gut felt like it was being melted opened. Her belly pushed against her waist and her tan pants tightened to the front of her body and slipped into her butt. She felt her wedgie riding up causing more discomfort, and her tight, tan pants now sunk into her butt crack and showed her butt practically. The muscles in her legs and crotch that held back the river of humiliation inside her belly were weakening and becoming numb.
She was getting closer to the Mexican restaurant. She had been in there before, and their bathrooms were nasty. However, she didn’t care. Minnie didn’t have a car this week, and her sister would not be picking her up until she herself got out of work on the other side of town which was when Minnie was supposed to get out here. She could NOT, repeat NOT wet her pants in front of everyone in public.
She reached the glass door to the restaurant. “Oh thank God.” She grabbed the handle and pulled. Then pulled again…and again…but nothing happened. “No…no,” Minnie shook as she gagged from the bursting volcano of pee inside of her. The restaurant was locked-up. There was a sign on the door: DINNER BREAK. BE BACK AND OPEN AGAIN IN ONE HOUR.
Minnie’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She grabbed her hair and crouched down as her legs crossed and her tight shown butt hit the bottom of her work shoes. She bounced what little she could in her crouched, tightened position.
This couldn’t be happening, she thought. “Ee!” Minnie shrieked. She held still as she felt a couple more drop escape her shut door inside holding back a load that would ruin her panties and pants. She could feel the dampness growing. There were no other stores around. She had no way to travel. Her store’s bathrooms were out of order, and there was little chance she could wait another hour for the restaurant to open again.
Her stomach literally felt like it would blow. The boiling, heavy weight-like pressure inside of her was coming. She couldn’t last much longer. This was it.
Minnie slowly got back up and slowly walked back to her store. As she got inside she started to cry and shake. “This can’t be happening.” Her knees were locked together. But it didn’t matter. She felt a few more drops pop out of her private parts and stain her panties. A small trail of urine leaked down the top of her leg, but stopped right above the back of the knee. A few people passed by her and looked in disgust.
“Hey!” a girl shouted from behind. “Minnie, you bitch!” It was a girl from Minnie’s class, Lily Tanner. Minnie hoped to god this was not what she thought it was about. “You slept with my boyfriend at Josie’s party last week!?!?” It was.
Minnie shook hard, unable to stop. “LLLLilly.” Minnie stuttered. “Pplease, it just happened, I-.”
“Screw you!” Lily shoved Minnie and Minnie’s back hit the wall. The resulting shock sent a wave through her body and hit her especially hard on her bladder and stomach area. Her legs stayed locked, but the load was too much.
Minnie felt the pee as it started to stream out and into her panties. She grabbed her crotch and filled her cheeks with breath as she sweated and looked all around hoping for some solution to pop up. Why did she have to sleep with Lily’s boyfriend!??!
Then, Minnie saw hope outside. PORTA POTTIES! The store ordered them and they were placed outside. Still being set up, but one was already ready she saw. Minnie struggled out of there with her feet keeping a fast pace of small steps.
Lily grabbed her from behind. “We’re not done yet.” She saw Minnie had her hands on her crotch and legs were shuffling over each other like she was in a steady race. “What’s wrong with…” Then Lily saw and knew. Minnie was bursting with pee. She smiled with evil and ran to the porta potty. Minnie ran after her in great anxiety, but Lily got in and locked it!
Minnie struggled with the lock. Her heart raced and she looked down to see her pants becoming darker.
“Ew!” someone screamed. Everyone around turned to look at Minnie. “She’s peeing herself!”
“N-No…” Minnie squeaked “Th-This ccan’t…no…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” It was too late. Minnie felt her bladder erupt like a super volcano, which would end the world, which meant the world of Minnie’s bottom half was doomed. Pee felt like hot steam as it shot out of her body and flooded her panties, then overloading and falling down her pants. Her tan pants had become dark all over and uncomfortable and wet as her face from the tears that fell down it. Knowing if she didn’t sleep with Lily’s boyfriend, Lily wouldn’t have taken her last chance.
But it was too late. People looked in fear, some laughed, as Minnie had streams of pee shoot out of her front zipper and onto the ground around her. It streamed out of the bottom of her pants and onto her shoes which gave off a stinky aroma of asparagus. A river of pee puddle formed around Minnie. She placed her hands over her eyes which cried out tears of humiliation. This was so embarrassing. “I…I…I…Oh no…no. NO PLEASE!”
The load she held inside distracted her from another pain that wanted to come out: POOP! Her weakened muscles could not hold that back either, and a load of brown mess exploded out of her butt and made her pants brown. Her jaw dropped, and Lily came out of the porta potty pleased. Minnie ran inside crying and shut the door. Not knowing what to do as she cried from humiliation, hearing people outside laugh and gossip.
THE END.
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This is my first post that my english is not good so i use google for sympathy :)
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Ahri, 20 years old, pretty pretty, with 9 the endless paladers as seen as drunk. But today my first day at school dimacia. But this morning she woke up late last night she could not sleep so she got up late this morning, she looked at the clock was 8h, she was wearing a vumping vespa dress, she wore a white shirt, bow with Color, with the same Products with colorful products that you can be a slice of the following, more double color, and more that of the best .... Toilet day under the month but not have the basics, just down the sona. Although not say happy but bring the girl to the cafeteria, coca and a lunch box (made two friends are). She sat down to eat very quickly and drank a coke, sona blushed to say ahri eat words, but the girl noting that she was tripping. After finishing, ahri quickly brought the lunch box and went out without expecting her, she sighed and smiled and cleared the drive. Ahri after escaping, jumped on a motorcycle inherited from the dimacia car, the car carrying students until the end of 9am, she picked a corner near the window to pick outside the space she excited times At first she went to school at a human school, though she was late. Suddenly a pain from the stomach she thought she had not woke up this morning, she thought she would go to school. Exit Car 40 witches to seat, when bus stop stop near the station. She hurried down, not forgetting her account, running a portal to the gate. It is possible that the warning is ready to close when she enters, but when running the powerful clicks on her bladder she feels uncomfortable. She walked in the open field with her bladder pain, when she was close to class, she said that he is the teacher Rayze is also her teacher and she is "I can easily Come here, this is also one of the first classes so I do not blame, but not once. "Ahri replied: "yes, sorry teacher", the class laughed, and the teacher pointed her hand to the position that was arranged before. Ahri was sitting in the chair in the middle, she went into her seat with a red face and her head down, and she forgot something important until she sat down, she pulled the couch down to the buttocks. Curved round her. The cold chair reminded her that she needed to urinate. When she sat the cold of the chair that made her sock she was leaking a little, but she blushed because she has not used a urine for a long time, she shivered trying to stop by reaching down to the bottom of the pants underwear color White her to stop when she touches the crotch and she senses her wet dampness as she makes her face quieter and she thinks she should go to school when she's having lunch. But the professor said: "This is an important magic formula that everyone should pay attention." As ahri was thinking of how to deal with her urge, the professor overwhelmed her thoughts and made her return to reality, she sighed and focused on the temporary lesson that ignored it. At the end of the class, the respected rayze teacher asked the class to give 5 minutes to teach more, but at this moment the bladder of ahri was crying with pain to her brain that "let me urinate" She sat on her thigh trembler to hold her urine in her bladder, the tissue smashed on her forehead. When the professor said he was done, everyone had 30 minutes to eat, everyone gathered into a group. The blond haired girl ran back to her as she stood up and thought, "I have to urinate, I have to urinate fast." Then ahri heard the voice in the ear: "ahri you do not eat lunch? " Ahri said: "I have a bit of work to do, after a while to eat," lux said: "You do not have to eat to continue learning, sit down and eat with me."Ahri reluctantly sat down, but because of the sitting down of her bladder she suffered a powerful sock that leaked a small amount of urine enough to make a small puddle on her seat, blushing and Hit the crotch right away. But immediately there was a thing that had sucked up urine pool of ahri very fast, making it like no puddle there. Ahri pushes her crotch down on her crotch, wondering if her hands are wet and her chair is not. Lux asked, "Are you okay? " Ahri said, "It's alright, everything's fine." Lux laughs and opens the lunch box and says, "This afternoon we have 2 lessons of maths taught by the foria, heard that she is hard to connect to students without a break so you are careful, then they I will be home early,Ahri nodded and snacked on the cool iced water of lux. When both of them finished eating 5 minutes before the next air, she thanks lux prepared meals and said lux she needed to go to the toilet so she ran a circuit out of the classroom down the stairs, just to her toilet Sitting down to pull the pants, she looked down on her panties to see her yellow, she blushed thought: "do not believe me sticking beam". Then the urine from her bladder was very strong, causing her to sink unconscious around her, something that drained her urine, she just woke up when the cuckoo rang when she was just another Her eyes, she waited for me to break the urine. It was difficult, but all the letters finally stopped, got up and wiped her pussy and pulled her yellow wet panties, but the strangeness of the pants was as dry as the wall did. She looked down at the toilet and did not see her urine, she saw the suspicious strange constantly appearing that she could not explain. Ahri stopped thinking about it because she had to fast in class otherwise the math teacher would blame her like the first day she died. As she was running back to the classroom, the foria teacher with her teacher's uniform, glasses and graduated threesome were in the opposite direction and said, "Good luck to you, but not the next time, go to class." Ahri bowed to the classroom, she went to the seat while the foria teacher walked on the podium, then the students sat down and sat down. "This is my math lesson," says foria. "Whoever wants to learn, do not molest any mistakes and do not make noise when I teach."Ahri was a bit scared about this teacher, but the resolution of half the state of light gave her peace of mind when she started to learn everything, but it did not come as a surprise to her. Starting the first 15 minutes, ahri recorded at her teacher's pace, her focus on the subject sometimes thought of the bladder but it seemed okay. 15 minutes later, she senses something long and slim, like a slime tentacle, coming from behind her ass to the front of her vagina. She blushed, looked down but it was invisible, then she pulled on some tentacles wrapped around her legs she could not move, then wrapped around her thighs, it continued to lift her up 2 cm, She pulled her skirt back and brought her back to her bulge. By sitting in the ceiling with a cold chair, she sucked a little urine out of her underwear, moaning for an hour. The sound made the foria look and shouted, "The young girl you are doing my study is my secret." Ahri said "let me apologize, you can let me go out dc k, i want to go to the toilet". The teacher shouted, "What are you doing without going to the bathroom?" Ahri kept silent for the invisible slime under her pussy to do something, she looked down at the princess and blushed. The slime began to massage her vagina, she tried to stop the sound of moaning from the slime, then pulled her pants to one side. She was frightened when she sensed the slime was humiliating her. She tried to block the slime by hand, when suddenly she received a throbbing pain in her calf like the numbness of her stiff body, she looked around Trying to help but not out, then a sound in her head: "we play a minute". The slime pulled her vagina sideways to her vagina and vagina holes, she was scared to know what was going to happen next but there was still a feeling of urination and growing up.Ahri senses what's going on in her pee and masage, then it peeks her pussy that makes her peeing incredibly during the moment she has urinated, she moan for 1 hour but not out of breath due to body numbness There was no energy left, then she sensed something from the urine opening to her urethra. Immediately it sucks when she does not react like she is in the toilet, she tries to stop this feeling but not because the slime pumps a lot of urine. At that time her bladder is very painful and gleam, as soon as she wants to urinate it again makes her very happy. She blushed to cry, for both pain and pleasure so she can not describe it. Followed by the sound that rang: "This time she wanted to pee in class, hehe ...". He laughed when ahri tried to answer but could not, she felt the water pumping into urine resembling urine flowing back into her glare, when she felt like this morning feeling her urine need to solve , She was scared, the sound resounded: "This is your urine." She was frightened to know that it was her urine, and then she felt her lifting feeling like she was sitting in her toenail feet, her butt was cold, she felt the water in her bladder very gleaming, But she tried to hold her urine as she felt the tentacles were massaging her bladder, in that moment she drank a little, but she kept going, then she sensed the slime entering her vagina. Going deep into the position of her bladder and hook, and the slime makes her unable to hold up a large amount of water in her underwear, then at that moment the cry of lux resound: " Ahri looked down to see the floor of the clothes are wet, but everyone was crying about the incident |
It's been a while since I wrote anything omo-related and I've decided to try something a bit different with this one.
The Continental Carriageway which stretched from the Trans-Channel Tunnel down to the inferno on the outskirts of Lyon lay silent – northbound refugees long gone, southbound reinforcements non-existent. Somewhere outside cabin one might have found some comfort in the low purr of the carriage’s motor, the rush of the wind and slush of tyres, or the soft hiss of steam as a light drizzle of rain from the overcast sky vaporised upon the warm asphalt. But there, within the isolation of the sealed cabin, Victor sought to spare himself from the emptiness and determined that they were reasonably safe.
He called out over his shoulder towards the metal partition behind him. There was a rustle of movement from within the rear of the carriage, before the partition door unlatched and swung open. The girl climbed cautiously over the centre console and into the passenger seat, strapping on her harness. Victor kept his eyes on the road ahead, despite the active guidance system.
Softly and simply, she thanked him, equally avoiding eye contact. He did not respond.
After a brief pause, she asked where he would take her. He explained how they would head for the southern front – that he could get her past the lines, and it was then up to her side to prepare an extraction. For the first time, she turned her eyes upon the driver as she asked why he would make such an effort – wondering if he would not have been far better off had he not allowed her to live. Victor found that he had no reply, and an uneasy silence crept back into the cabin – now with seemingly no reconciliation. Hundreds of kilometres remained ahead, and there was little that could be said or done to improve their situation. The pair sat back in the warm leather of their seats, gazing off into the dreary expanse beyond the windscreen.
Another empty hour passed, and it was creeping into the late of the afternoon when Victor noticed her discomfort. His eyes left the tarmac and alerted her to his attention as she sat forwards, shuffling anxiously in her seat. She asked tentatively if they could stop at the next station. Though he himself had no need for nor desire to delay their arrival at Lyon, he understood and agreed unenthusiastically. The thought occurred to him that he had not eaten or stopped to rest since the previous night, yet he was absent of hunger or fatigue. His body seemed void of its natural functions, lifelessly running on some unknown supply of energy with the sole intention of completing the task at hand.
Another half an hour later and they reached the next carriageway station. The first sign of life for miles came in the form of an artificial pale glow, rising from a clearing somewhere within the dark-green pine woods before them. As they approached the exit, however, Victor made no motion to change direction. Passing the off-ramp without stopping, the girl turned to him in confusion with a severely worried expression. He indicated over her shoulder to what they could now identify as the unnerving silhouettes of what must have been a hundred silent carriages lining the ramp which led into the trees. Even in what little daylight remained, the emblazoned Imperial colours upon the vehicles were easily recognisable. The station was serving as the connection between the capitol and the southern front, and there was no chance of stopping without encountering military police.
Disheartened, she stared into the carriage’s door mirror, watching the lights of the estate drift away into the dimming evening light. She crossed her legs, pressing her hands tightly between them and lowering her head, hiding her face behind a layer of flowing golden hair. Victor asked if she could wait the fifty kilometres to the next station. She replied softly that she didn’t know. He considered that though the sky remained overcast, the rain had ceased and the carriageway seemed safe enough to accommodate a higher speed. He reached towards the dashboard and adjusted the guidance system to an additional ten KPH, and they pressed on.
It was no more than a quarter of an hour later when her need reached its peak and the denim between her legs began to grow wet. In desperation, she turned to Victor and painfully explained she could not wait any longer. Reluctantly, he switched off the guidance system and slowed the carriage to a halt upon the left-hand shoulder. At the touch of a button, the passenger door effortlessly swung open and she leapt out onto the tarmac, before quickly vanishing into the darkness of the undergrowth at the edge of the carriageway.
Victor switched off the motor, allowing the carriage a moment to rest. He left the door ajar, allowing the familiar aroma of petrichor within the cool night air to fill the cabin. Somewhere behind him the sun was dipping below the horizon, bathing the carriageway in velvet orange rays. Beneath the soft tick of the cooling motor, a gentle breeze rustled through the grass and leaves, accompanied by the distant cooing of a wood pigeon from somewhere within the treeline a little further from the roadside. At the opposite end of the carriageway, the land dipped into a valley where bare country roads wound through sleeping French villages as far as the eye could see. It was calm; peaceful. One could be forgiven for forgetting that it was wartime within the serenity of it all.
A minute passed. Victor glanced out through the open door, but could not see or hear much. He turned his gaze back to the road ahead and watched as one of the rare few other carriages he had seen on the carriageway roll past in the opposite direction. A silver vehicle with a small trailer hitched to the rear. Another family trying to escape the conflict, perhaps. The headlamps passed and dwindled into the distance.
Another minute had passed, and there was still no sign of the girl. The thought occurred to Victor that she might not return. A slight hint of panic began to manifest within him as he considered this possibility. He dismissed the fear as unwarranted, and his concern subsided. Only he knew she was still alive, and it was highly unlikely that anything would be traced back to him were she to be recaptured or otherwise. Perhaps it was a blessing – that he need not reach the southern front at all. Perhaps it was best to turn the carriage around and return home.
He eyed the start switch on the dashboard, but made no move towards it.
A third minute passed, and Victor remained motionless. And then – much to his surprise – the footsteps he had been waiting to hear arrived from within the darkness. As the girl climbed back into the carriage, Victor turned to her and spoke.
“You came back,” he said.
She froze, halfway through strapping on her harness. Holding her breath, she looked over at Victor with her eyes wide, unsure if he was ordering her to leave. Realising her confusion, he continued.
“…you could have run.”
She turned her head to glance out into the darkness beyond the carriage door. Dusk was falling, and a cold night wind was growing. Confronting the austere and unknown land alone was beyond her.
“I don’t know where else to go,” she replied softly.
And with those words, everything changed. When she turned to look back at him, Victor found that now he saw something else – and that he had found the reason why he had chosen to save her.
He nodded silently, and pressed the button upon the dashboard which would close her door. As she fastened her harness, he noticed she remained uncomfortable in her seat, and pressed a second button to activate her heated seat cushion. Within seconds she noticed the change and thanked him softly, before she leant back in her seat and closed her eyes, tears rolling silently down her cheeks. A third press of a button and the motor purred into life, and the carriage set off again into the night.
As he configured the carriage’s guidance system, Victor asked the girl if – assuming the next station was safe – they could stop to find her some dry clothes and maybe get something to eat.
She opened her eyes, nodded in agreement, and smiled.
Edited August 8, 2017 by Kez
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Hi guys, I've written another story about Helen, sort of following on from "Helen: The Lady on the Plane".
If you've got any questions or suggestions for future stories involving Helen please leave them below, I'm always happy to hear your thoughts. Saying that, I've got a couple of ideas already and will write about Helen again in the not too distant future.
Enjoy :)
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"Another pint, Helen?" Came the call from the other side of the room.
Helen's bladder twinged, demanding her attention, but she tried to ignore it.
"Ooh yes please, thanks very much Dave" came Helen's response.
Helen decided that this would be her last, as it would soon be time to head back to the office. She was on an extended 'working' lunch and while she wanted to relax and enjoy herself, she needed to maintain a modicum of professionalism. The purpose of the lunch was for Helen, as a bidding manager for DLB (a major infrastructure and construction consultancy), to get to know her prospective clients over at the Department for Transport a bit better. DLB had recently put in a strong bid to build part of a new bypass in Lincolnshire. Whilst not the biggest contract DLB had ever seen, it would represent Helen's first big win as they relatively newly appointed manager of the bidding team.
Helen, as ever, was dressed to impress. She had a low cut blouse that stopped just short of showing off her ample, voluptuous breasts. Her suit jacket nipped in at her narrow waist while her skirt stopped a good 6 inches short of her knee. It was tight enough to show the outline of her broad hips and large, perky bum. The 5 inch black heels she had chosen only helped to further emphasise her hourglass figure. Helen knew only too well the power that a woman like her wielded over the middle aged male contracts managers she often dealt with.
Dave, one of her assistant bidders, returned from the bar with Helen's fourth pint of the afternoon. Helen glanced at her watch. She had about twenty minutes until she needed to be on her way. She shuffled in her seat.
"I think this'll be my last one Dave, I need to be on my way fairly shortly, much as I'd like to stay."
"Ahh that's a shame, but that's no problem, I think I'll need to make a move too. I've got that Skype meeting with Sue and some folks from HR in a little while" he said, rolling his eyes.
"Ooh that sounds like great fun, still, I think Erica and Laura have got the DfT guys just about occupied." She quipped.
They both glanced over to the other side of the room where Helen's two bidding assistants were drinking merrily, laughing and talking freely with the DfT managers. Helen couldn't remember the DfT guys being all that funny, but it looked like Erica and Laura's shameless flirting may help DLB win the contract, so Helen didn't really mind. Another dull pulse from her bladder reminded Helen that she really should be on her way soon.
The lunch had started just after 12, and it was now almost 15:00. Helen was about a third of the way through her fourth pint, and had not relieved herself since around 10:30.She'd come straight to the lunch from a meeting, and the old pub had very limited, rather unpleasant toilet facilities, so up until now she had decided to hold it. This fact, combined with the coffee she had had to get her through her 11:00am meeting, meant that all of a sudden getting to a bathroom was at the forefront of Helen's mind.
She prided herself on having a good, strong bladder. She often lasted through tedious 3 hour board meetings where they were all plied with copious tea, coffee and water. Helen had always resisted nipping out to the loo so as to not look weak in the male dominated environment in which she worked, although the men were more than happy too.Truth be told, Helen quite enjoyed having a full bladder. She felt that it sharpened her mind, and stopped her losing focus during the endless conversations about cost margins, resourcing, and contract negotiations. She had had several close calls on a few occasions, but nothing that a surreptitious crossing of the legs and a quick dash to the toilet after the meeting couldn't solve.
However holding almost four pints of beer and a coffee for almost five hours was a slightly different ball game.
Helen and Dave carried on sipping their drinks and discussed how the lunch had gone. Dave, as a relatively experienced bidding assistant, had a couple of pointers for Helen, who was still fairly new to her role as manager. Helen, keen to be seen as an approachable manager who interacted freely with her colleagues, listened as intently as she could. But the fullness of her bladder made it very difficult to her concentrate, and just about all she could muster was a series of strained 'mhmm's' and 'ahh yes's'. Before too long they had both finished their drinks and gathered their things to leave.
"Think I might just nip to the loo Helen, while we're here" said Dave.
"Good idea, I should probably do that too" Helen replied, trying to disguise her obvious enthusiasm for the proposal.
Helen followed Dave downstairs from the private function room on the top floor of the pub, walking gingerly past the bar and towards the toilets. The old pub just across from the DLB offices was very behind the times, with only one cubicle for men, and one for women. Dave pushed open the door and entered the men's. Helen pushed open the door to the ladies but once inside was confronted with an "ENGAGED" sign. Her bladder pulsed again. She tried to shove a hand into her crotch, but her tight business skirt rendered the move pointless. Luckily there was no leakage, yet.
Helen waited for a minute or so, pacing gently on the spot, but then heard Dave coming out of the other toilet. She considered making a quick dash into the men's, but didn't want to show herself up in front of her colleague. Besides, the journey over the road and up to the 40th floor of the high-rise building DLB occupied would only take 5 minutes or so. Helen hadn't had such a full bladder since the plane ride back from holiday where she had so nearly disgraced herself, but she was pretty sure she could manage. She reluctantly exited the toilet and joined Dave.
"All good to go?" Dave smiled.
"Absolutely, all those beers can really get to you huh?" Helen replied through slightly gritted teeth.
By now Helen's outfit was beginning to work against her. The high heels made every step a sharp jolt that made her wince terribly, as her bladder gave out signals that it wanted badly to void its contents. The tight business skirt she had chosen to show off her broad hips and bum not only stopped her from holding her crotch; it also cut into Helen's stomach unbearably as the bulge of her bladder slowly grew.
They left the pub, went over the road, and entered the lobby of the DLB offices. Helen had to rush slightly to keep up with Dave, who took such long strides, and the jolting sensation on her bladder caused her to wince and again attempt hold herself. Helen fumbled for her lift pass as Dave called the lift down to the ground floor. After a short while the lift arrived and Helen and Dave entered. The entrance to the lift was narrow, and in her haste to get to the 40th floor, Helen bumped into Dave and her pass was knocked out of her hand and on to the floor of the lift. Dave stooped to retrieve the pass, but out of instinct and embarrassment Helen quickly bent to pick it up herself. This turned out to be a mistake.
The waistband of Helen's skirt dug sharply into her bladder, compressing it when it could not be compressed, and a short, sharp jet of pee escaped her bladder, burst through her tiny cotton thong, and soaked into the seat of her tight business skirt. Helen gasped, squeezed her bladder shut with all her might, retrieved her pass and slowly stood up. She was careful to keep her front facing Dave, as she was sure she now had a large wet spot on the seat of her skirt.
"Are you ok?" Dave said.
"Fine" said Helen "I just bent down too quickly."
She placed her lift pass on the scanner which instantly blinked green. Dave selected the 40th floor and the lift doors slid slowly closed. Helen's condition seemed to be worsening by the moment. The leak had moistened her underwear and broken the seal. This made her need to pee even more urgent. Her bladder throbbed incessantly, begging for relief.
Had Helen been in the lift alone, she would have had no shame about hitching up her skirt and plunging a hand between her legs to make sure she reached the 40th floor without further incident. As she was with Dave, this was obviously out of the question. Helen instead had to settle for using her bladder muscles alone. If she lost another spurt then she knew it would begin to run down her legs, and the game would almost certainly be over. The lift ascended smoothly up through the building, and Helen, while totally on edge, unable to converse with Dave, clenched her muscles and thought - prayed - that she was in with a chance of getting the relief she so desperately craved.
However, as they passed the 36th floor, the lift began to slow, and stopped short on the 38th floor. The doors opened and they were greeted with the face of a young, cheery looking man in blue overalls.
"I'm really sorry guys, but we're having a bit of trouble with the system on the 39th floor. If you want you can wait and we should have it sorted in about ten minutes, otherwise if you want to go any further up you can use the back staircase just around the corner there."
This news could not have been worse for Helen. She doubted whether she was going to last another five minutes, let alone another ten. Taking the stairs was going to be similarly problematic. Walking upstairs was difficult enough in the tight skirt Helen had chosen, and the high heels only worsened the situation. Coupled with her full, already leaking bladder, she doubted her ability to make it. But the only other option was to wet herself in front of Dave, and after that he would never respect her.
"No" Helen thought. "I made it against all the odds at the airport, and I can make it now."
"I don't suppose there's a loo on this floor is there?" Helen asked the man in the overalls.
"I'm afraid not miss" the man replied. "There's a men's on the 38th here and then the next women's is on the 39th, but you'll need a pass to get onto the 39th floor from the back staircase."
"Ahh, never mind then" Helen breathed through gritted teeth, knowing that her and Dave's passes would not grant them access to the 39th floor.
"What do you wanna do Helen, fancy the stairs?" Dave inquired innocently.
"Yes, O...ok then" Helen stammered.
Dave let Helen go first up the stairs, much to her dismay, as her leak from earlier would now be clearly visible to him. There were four staircases between the two floors, each of about 15 stairs, and Helen knew it would be a struggle.
She tried to walk normally up the first few stairs, but quickly realised it was futile. The pressure her skirt exerted on her overly full bladder as it was stretched tight across her stomach was unbearable. She instead had to take each stair very slowly, and step both feet up onto a stair before advancing to the next one. Dave, having now seen the wet spot on Helen's skirt, and overheard the conversation with the lift engineer, started to put two and two together.
"Are you ok Helen?" He inquired innocently.
"Yes Dave, I'm alri..." Helen started, before gasping and desperately pawing at her skirt and crossing her legs where she stood, as her bladder pulsed urgently once more.
"...I, actually Dave, I never got to go at the pub. I'm absolutely bursting for the loo, as you can probably tell."
"Oh" came Dave's stunned response.
Despite Helen's obvious predicament, he hadn't expected her to be so open about it.
"Yes, I haven't been to the loo since about half past ten. I had a coffee just after that to get me through the meeting with Martin. Then we went straight to the pub. I had four pints there and because that pub is so bloody outdated, I never got to go" Helen blurted out. She jigged around slightly on the spot as she talked. "I've had probably 5 pints of liquid and haven't relieved myself in 5 and a half hours".
"I see" said Dave, still stunned at his managers candour.
"Do you think you'll be ok?" inquired Dave.
"I don't know, but I've got to try, I'm right on the edge." Came Helen's strained response. "Can you do me a favour Dave?"
"Of course"
"Don't tell anyone about this, I'm new to this job and no one would ever take me seriously if they found out about this." Helen murmured.
"No, no of course not."
"Thanks"
"Now let's get you to the loo, I've seen you drinking all that coffee in meetings Helen. I know you've got a bladder of steel. You can make it" Dave smiled, knowingly. Helen was slightly surprised to learn that anyone had noticed, but didn't have time to worry right now.
She turned and began her way up the second flight of stairs. She continued gingerly placing one foot on each step, followed by the other. She cursed herself for wearing the skirt and heels, and vowed to wear more practical clothing in future if heavy drinking were to be involved. Her bladder pulsed again, and this time a strong spurt emanated from her crotch. Most of it ran down her legs but a few drops landed on the stair under her feet. She bent at the waist and crossed her legs again, hitching up her skirt and holding herself with one hand as she did it.
Dave looked on in awe at his desperate boss, as her broad hips swayed seductively in his face. She wiggled back and forth, trying to contain herself while Dave enjoyed the show.
Helen steeled herself for another few steps. She pushed off with one foot and placed it on the next step. She pushed off with the next foot and gasped as it slid out from beneath her, slipping on the pee from moments before. She sat down with a bump on the stair, and immediately the floodgates opened. Her skirt, stretched tight across her bladder, forced her pee out and through her now soaked thong at a rapid rate. A loud, high pitched hissing sound began as Helen sat, wetting herself in the back stairwell, as Dave looked on in amazement.
Helen tried desperately to clamp off the flow, plunging her hand between her legs, trying to limit the damage to her clothes, and the damage to her reputation with Dave. But it was no good. Her tired bladder had been longing for relief for some time now, and Helen could do nothing to regain control over her tired muscles. Her stream continued unrelentingly for at least two minutes.As the flow slowed and eventually stopped, Helen stood up examined the damage to her clothes. Her skirt was totally ruined. The seat of her skirt was soaked through and large streaks ran all the way down the back of it. Her thong was soaked too, and her expensive black high heels also clearly showed traces of pee.
"Oh god" Helen gasped.
"Here, do you want my jacket?" Dave asked, sliding one arm out of the sleeve.
"I think I better had" Helen replied.
"Dave, could you do me a huge favour?"
"Of course."
"Here's the key to my locker, there's a spare pair of trousers in amongst some other clothes, could you go and get them and bring them to me? I'll be in the ladies on our floor."
"Sure, do you want me to put them just outside the door or do you want to come out and get them?" Dave replied.
"Err, I think there's bag somewhere in my locker too, if you put the trousers in there and leave it outside the door, then text me and I'll come out and get them" Helen said, still hugely embarrassed, but thankful for Dave's help.
"Ok then, let's go" Dave said.
Helen tied the sleeves of Dave's suit jacket around her waist, taking care to cover her soaked bottom with the body of the jacket, and continued up the stairs. The reception area of the DLB office was mercifully quiet, and Helen trotted quickly across it and into the toilet, whilst Dave headed for the lockers.
Dave retrieved the trousers, bagged them up, left them outside the ladies and text Helen to let her know he had done so. Helen, having hidden in a cubicle, gratefully retrieved the trousers and changed into them, dried out her skirt as best she could, and disposed of her sodden underwear.
She cursed the fact that she had chosen this pair of trousers as her spare pair as they were fairly old. They sat rather low (as had been the fashion at the time) and very tightly across her hips (barely acceptable for office wear) and fit snuggly around her firm, round bum. None of this was helped by the fact that Helen had put on some weight and was rather more voluptuous than when she had original bought them. They really were too tight, but they would have to do.
Helen bagged up her skirt and exited the toilets. Dave, who sat close to reception, admired the view as Helen walked past him with her hips swaying seductively in the tight trousers.She returned to her desk, opened her laptop and settled back into her day to day groove of batting away emails and fielding the odd phone call from her bidding assistants.
*****
About an hour later Helen felt a dull twinge in her bladder. She tried to put it off for a minute and complete an email, but the signal could not be ignored. She got up and made a quick dash to the ladies. In the 30 seconds it took to get there her desperation increased rapidly. Her tired muscles were screaming for relief and the tight trousers she was wearing were not helping as they compressed her bladder terribly. She entered the cubicle and tore her trousers down. Her tired sphincter muscles gave way and pee shot out of her at some rate for what must have been at least a minute. Only now had the last few pints caught up with Helen. Pleased she had avoiding a second accident, Helen wiped herself up, exited the toilet and went back to work. She only had half an hour left until she could leave.
*****
At the end of the day Helen did not bother going again, despite a very slight twinge from her bladder. "There's no way I can need to go again this soon" she thought confidently.
She filled up her water bottle and necked it straight away, as by now she was feeling the dehydrating effects of the earlier beers. She refilled it and sipped it slowly as she left the DLB office and made her way to the station. The half hour train journey never normally bothered Helen, but today was different. The busy train had no free seats, so Helen was forced to stand. By the time she reached her stop, she was clinging onto her composure for dear. Her tired bladder muscles were once again screaming for release. Her tight trousers allowed her to hold herself, which was a huge relief. Luckily for Helen she and John only lived a short five-minute walk from her nearest station. She hobbled the normal five-minute walk in just under ten minutes, shoved her key into the front door and flung it open. She flung her bag down and rushed for the bathroom. She took down her trousers, and once again released a torrent from her bladder.
As she was getting changed out of her work clothes, Helen's mind began to wander back to her earlier accident. Dave, far from being disgusted, had seemed almost fascinated by her predicament. Helen wondered if this was just her mind playing tricks, but she decided she would take it up with Dave when they next spoke.
Helen's mind then turned to Erica and Laura; what had become of her two assistant bidders? The last she had seen them they had been merrily throwing back drinks. Helen hadn't seen either of them leave the company of the DfT managers over the course of the whole lunch. Helen had struggled and ultimately disgraced herself, so what of Erica and Laura, who had been drinking far more than her? The next departmental meeting was going to be very interesting indeed!
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To be continued... |
So I actually really like this one. The ending is more heartfelt than the others, so I'd be really, really happy if you read all the way through. I wrote it after watching SAO Abridged... you know, the end of episode eight? Yeah, kinda got the inspiration from that. Anyway, this one has been a long time coming, so enjoy!
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Elizabeth bit her lip. She didn’t know exactly how long she had needed to pee, just that it was all she could think about right now. Mr. DeWitt had promised her Paris, but, right now, all she wanted was a toilet. To her dismay, however, they were in the middle of a firefight.
“Elizabeth!” Booker shouted at her, grabbing her attention. “I could use a little help!” Elizabeth snapped her attention to the scene in front of her. Booker had already ended the lives of three Fink men- Elizabeth gasped as she looked at the bloody mess where the last one’s head had been- but he had taken wounds himself. She noted a bullet graze on his leg and a hole on his upper arm. “Got anything for this?” He asked impatiently. Elizabeth nodded hurriedly and turned to open a nearby tear that contained a box full of medkits.
Booker continued to shoot at the Fink men as Elizabeth rushed over to the box and grabbed one of the first aid kits. “Booker,” she shouted. “Catch!” He looked up and she lobbed the kit towards him. He caught it easily and immediately started to dress his wounds. Elizabeth nodded, satisfied, and began to survey the room once more. There were still five men rushing between pillars and using the gap in gunfire to reload and regroup. Elizabeth decided she would change that.
Looking up at the various tears available, she found one that housed an automated turret. This will send them running, Elizabeth thought. She closed her eyes and concentrated her entire mind on bringing the turret to life. A loud crack filled the air, and, when she opened her eyes again, the room was bright with the fire of a machine operated chaingun. Elizabeth watched as the men scattered again, but, to her horror, one was too slow and caught a full volley of bullets directly to the chest and stomach. He fell in a heap and stopped moving.
Elizabeth gasped and covered her mouth, but, just as her eyes started to fill with tears over what she had done, a bullet whizzed by her head and caused her to fall to the ground from shock. She spent a moment looking at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath, but, when she came back to her senses, it wasn’t her breathing that was out of control.
Her hands flew to her crotch, one clamping onto her leaking pee hole and the other landing on top of the first. She squeezed her legs together and clenched, hard. Even with all of her preventive measures, the flow took a moment to subside. She sat up, feeling her wet panties slide against her and a couple drips of urine leak down her leg. Her eyes widened in horror, but, just as she was about to look at the damage for herself, the gunfire in the room ceased.
Elizabeth looked up to find that the room was empty, except for a few corpses, she and booker, and a loudly whining, smoking turret. Elizabeth recalled her tear and the turret vanished. “Alright,” Booker called, “that’s the last of ‘em. Ready to move on?” Elizabeth looked at the floor. “What is it?” Booker asked, walking closer.
“It’s nothing…” Elizabeth responded, feeling a flush creep onto her face. Booker came closer still.
“What?” He asked, coming within mere feet of the humiliated girl. “I didn’t hear you.” Elizabeth shook her head and continued to look at the ground, her face reddening further. Booker walked straight up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “I saw what happened with that turret, Elizabeth. You don’t have to feel guilty, you know. He was going to try and kill us. You don’t have to blame yourself for getting him first.” Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes tearing up from the reminder of what had happened. “It really is completely fine.” Elizabeth nodded, and Booker smiled softly at her, before a thoughtful expression took it’s place. “Do you smell that? Popcorn…” He looked around, clearly trying to find the source of the smell, but Elizabeth could only turn away from him, embarrassed. She knew exactly where the smell was coming from.
“Oh well,” he announced after searching for a moment and finding nothing. “Time to get moving.” Elizabeth nodded again, and waited for Booker’s footsteps to resume before following at a distance. She didn’t want him smelling her again. She was only a few steps into their journey, however, before another wave of desperation wracked her body. She was afraid to grab herself where Booker could see, so it was all she could do to clench her hands into fists at her sides and try to hold her pee in with muscles alone.
After a few moments of agonizing desperation, Elizabeth was confident that the surge was almost over and began to relax… when another wave overtook her, even more intense than the one before. Before Elizabeth could react, a short jet of pee had escaped her, re-wetting her panties and dripping down her leg. Elizabeth gasped and grabbed herself, convinced that she couldn’t stop it any other way. After a long moment and another, longer spurt, she finally got herself under control, waiting until she was certain the wave of desperation had passed to relax.
Elizabeth looked up, expecting to find Booker studying her with a disgusted expression, but, to her alarm, he had not only continued on without her, but was nowhere to be seen. Elizabeth considered running in the direction he had gone, but another pang of desperation put an end to that idea. After she had gotten her bladder under control (luckily with no squirts), she decided that it would be a much better idea to go look for a bathroom. The street was empty, save for the dead bodies of the Fink employees Booker had ended, so she was free to enter any building she desired.
The first building she tried was locked, as were the second and third. Elizabeth nearly gave up and decided to pee in the street, but she seemed to recall a store that had been open on their way through. She began to walk back the way they came. She could practically feel her bladder filling up, but, to her dismay, the store she had in mind was all the way at the end of the street. She could barely make out the sign, but she was convinced that, if she could just make it to that store, she would have a chance to relieve her bladder.
She had only walked a few yards when another stab of desperation seized her. With no one around to see her, she felt comfortable enough to grab herself to stop the flow… but, to her horror, it wasn’t enough. Even with her hands jammed into her crotch, drops of urine began to escape her. She gasped and bent forward at the waist, trying to find a safe position for her bladder. As if to spite her, her bladder’s only response was to increase the flow, a spurt escaping her pee hole, then another that shot through her panties and dampened the front of her skirt, under her hands. Elizabeth, gasped again, holding her breath this time, and crossing her legs, hard. Another spurt, longer this time. “No…” Elizabeth whimpered. Finally, Elizabeth’s only hope was to clench her bladder. To her amazement, the flow sputtered out and stopped. After a moment, the wave of desperation passed… sort of.
Her bladder would not be ignored anymore. It would be a constant annoyance until she reached a bathroom or wet herself, she could tell. It was all she could do to hobble toward the building at the end of the street, bent into a position where she could maintain bladder control. Her bladder screamed at every step, but she closed the distance all the same. Thirty yards, twenty yards, ten yards, and finally she was there. There was only one thing in her way. Stairs.
It was only five steps, but the first one was torture. She could hardly contain herself as her legs spread apart to mount the obstacle. The second one was better, but the third was worse. The fourth was agony, and Elizabeth felt a squirt escape her, but she couldn’t stop. Not so close to her goal. The last step was unbearably painful, but Elizabeth made it anyway. The only penalty was that her occasional squirt turned into a constant, light drip.
Elizabeth pushed the door open, saying a silent prayer of thanks when it wasn’t locked. She stumbled into the store, looking anywhere and everywhere for a sign indicating a bathroom, but she found nothing. Instead, she stumbled into the back room, groaning as the movement turned her drip into a tiny stream, but she was so close… or so she thought. The back room was only a store room.
Elizabeth moaned helplessly, but, just as she was about to despair, something popped up in the store room. A tear, with a full bathroom in it. Stalls, sinks, toilets- as many as she could want. The sight almost made Elizabeth lose control completely, but she held it in. She couldn’t let go this close to her goal. She closed her eyes and focused all her attention on the tear… but instead of a crack, Elizabeth heard a hiss. While she was distracted, her bladder had let loose in earnest.
Despite the bathroom right in front of her, Elizabeth couldn’t stop the spray from escaping her exhausted bladder. All she could do was fall to her knees, grabbing more and more of her skirt to absorb the flow, although she had no idea why. The hiss was deafening, and Elizabeth could only look at the ceiling, her face beet red and tears dripping out of her eyes, as the entire contents of her bladder escaped, soaking her legs and her skirt and then collecting in an ever growing puddle on the floor. It took almost a minute for the flow to subside, and, as Elizabeth’s panic faded, she could only marvel at just how much pee she had been holding.
When she finally finished peeing, she closed her eyes and stood up, cringing as the drips of pee that clung to her panties and skirt fell down her legs. When she turned around to leave, her eyes widened as she found Booker standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised. “What happened?” He said, feigning ignorance, but when he saw the tears on Elizabeth’s face his tone changed. “Oh, I’m sorry Elizabeth. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she mumbled, “I’m fine.” She took a deep breath and tried to suppress her soft sobs, but failed. Booker took her hands. “How did you find me?” She asked him in a quiet whisper.
“I saw you struggling up the steps outside when I came looking for you,” he responded, “I was worried you were hurt. I hope you’re not too embarrassed, but this is kinda preferable to me.” Elizabeth was taken aback by his lack of disgust and could only giggle at his subtle joke. “I’m glad you’re not crying anymore,” he said softly. “Now come on, kid. We’ve got some guns to get.” He walked slowly out of the back room, stopping to make sure that Elizabeth was following. Elizabeth smiled weakly at him, wiped the tears from her eyes and followed. This would be a long day.
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So that's the end of the story! Please let me know what you thought in the comments (like whether you prefer it ending right after the accident or continuing for a couple more paragraphs) and thank you so much for reading! If you have any suggestions, shoot me a PM and I'll get to it as soon as I can, or feel free to read my other stuff! |
(This is my first story here guys so let me know what you think below! This is The Flash with West-Allen!)
Barry and Iris sat on thier couch. It was 8:08PM and they were extremely bored. Thier children, Julia and Edward, were at Joe's house for the night. Barry and Iris finnaly could have "Mommy and Daddy" night.
"Hey, I'm pretty hungry. Wanna get something?" Barry asked. He was also pretty thirsty as well.
Iris smiled at him. "I was thinking I would cook some of Grandma Esther's noodles, if that's ok." She said.
Barry thought of a good idea. "Let's make some pizza. Together. How hard can it be?" Iris looked at him and tilted her head side to side a little. "It's hard...but not that hard." She told him.
He chuckled a little. "Well, I'm ready to take the challenge."
After making the pizza, and a little bit of sauce dripping on Barry's shirt, (it was red anyway it's ok..) Barry cleaned up the dishes and Iris dried.
"I'm so hungry I could eat this whole house." He said, he chuckled a bit. Iris smiled. "Oh don't worry, I hope the pizza is done before you do that."
After Barry's impatient stomach grumbles and Iris flipping the channel to see what was on, the food was ready. They began to eat the pizza.
Barry bit into it and smiled. "Either I'm really hungry or this is really good." Iris giggled and kissed his cheek. "Probably both honey."
After eating the pizza, (and Barry ordering 5 more pizzas from a pizza place because he was still hungry) Barry drunk a whole lot of water. "Geez...pizza can make you really thirsty." He looked at Iris. "What should we do now?"
Iris shrugged. "It's only 8:45, maybe we could see a movie or something." Barry perked up. "I heard Wonder Woman is good. Oliver's seen it and he reccomend it."
Iris nodded. "Well, let's go see it!"
Barry and Iris quickly changed from their PJ's and thew on their clothes. Barry and Iris drove to the theater. After ordering their tickets, they headed over to the snack stand.
"So...you want anything?" Barry asked.
"Hmmm....I will get a medium popcorn."
"Wanna share it?"
"Yeah. And I also want a medium Pepsi as well."
"You sure you don't want a slurpee?"
"Yea. Let's get slurpee's. Medium."
They grabbed their food and went into the movie theater. All the seats were taken in the front instead the ones in the back. Everyone was mostly in the front.
Barry sighed. "Back row it is I guess."
Iris nodded. "Yeah.."
They both sat down. (Barry would be thankful for sitting in the back. Trust me.)
The movie began. They both ate some popcorn and slurped at their slurpee's. "Whoa! Look at Diana fight! She is awesome!"
Iris smiled and looked at Barry. "Not as good as you." Barry smiled back and looked back to the movie. "But I gotta admit...she got some skill."
It went on like that. They talked once in a while about the movie, and ate their popcorn. By the middle of the movie, half of Barry's slurpee was gone. There was an amazing fight scene going on.
"Oh wow...look at them go!" Barry exclaimed. Then he realized. He had to go. "Are you serious...right now?"
Iris looked at him confused. "Barry? What's going on?"
He sighed. "I have to go. Right now! At this very moment! When they are fighting!"
Iris shook her head. "Can you hold it?"
Barry shrugged. "Well....I mean I don't have to go that bad.." They continued to watch the movie.
Ten minutes later Barry was starting to get desperate. He tapped his foot on the floor and changed his position a lot. The best fight scene was going on, the one against the "Big Bad". Iris noticed him fidgeting.
She looked at him concerned. "Barry...maybe you should go."
Barry shook his head. "Don't worry, I will go later." His tank could hold...but not for long.
Iris still looked at him. "Are you sure?"
He nodded. "I'm sure." He raised his eyebrows. "Whoa! That was crazy!"
Iris shook her head and looked back to the movie. She was enjoying the movie, but Barry and his bathroom urgency was worrying her a little. The last thing her husband needed was him to wet himself.
Later Barry's face went a little pale and his knee bobbed up and down. He gripped onto the handles of the chair and used every ounce of his muscles down there to hold it in..even though it was getting difficult to do so. He bit down on his lip and squirmed a little. It was getting pretty bad. A major fight scene was occurring, but this time with the REAL "Big Bad". Barry was starting to wonder how long he could last.
Iris looked at the movie to Barry. She saw how desperate he was. She was a little upset by him not choosing to get up and go. "Barry." She said.
He looked her and stopped biting his lip. "Y-yes?"
"You seriously need to go. I will tell you what happens ok?" She told him.
Barry shook his head. "I gotta see this. I will be fine...I swear."
Iris shook her head. "Alright....." She looked back to the movie.
After the major fight scene, Barry was really desperate now. He was squirming more and his hands were nearing to the middle of his pants. He groaned a little. This was a bad decision.
"Barry! If you have to go...just go!" She whispered to him harshly.
"It's al-lmost over....I can make it..." Barry said, more like telling himself that. He honestly didn't know if he would make it. The pressure in his abdomen was getting very bad. He was two seconds to unbuckling his pants to relive some pressure.
Finally the movie ended. Barry tapped his foot and got up quickly. "Hurry grab the food and let's go.." He said. He swung one of his legs back in forth while Iris quickly picked up the food. Without thinking he picked Iris up and raced her to the car.
He stood there crossing his legs and tapping one foot. "You drive."
Iris jumped into the car. "Why didn't you just go in the theater?" She asked. Barry got into the car and closed the door.
"Because the line...it was too long. Let's...go." He said. Since he was alone with Iris, he held himself while mumbling about his bad decision.
Iris drove and she peeked at him from the corner of her eye. He had both hands down there and his face was in clear pain. He couldn't stop moving. It was kinda funny to watch but he was NOT going to have an accident in their car. She sped up a little.
Barry unbuckled his pants and was still holding himself. He was blushing because he had a feeling Iris was watching him now in a state like this. He had never had to go so bad in his life! He groaned a little. He thought (bad decision) about his relief when he would finally get home. That made him let go of some of the load a bit. It made a small wet spot in his pants.
"Ooh....hurry up Iris...." He cried, still holding onto himself desperately. "I-I think I'm gonna wet myself...ooh!"
"We are almost there honey!" She told him. She thought to herself...Barry should have raced them there. But if course he didn't know this was going to happen.
They finally arrived and Iris quickly parked the car. Barry groaned and pulled himself out. He straightens up a bit and ran Iris upstairs to their loft. He handed Iris the keys and he danced right there on the spot.
After some time (precious time and Barry's bigger wet spot) Iris finally unlocked the door. "Go!" She cried. Barry didn't have to argue as he raced into the bathroom not bothering to close the door. He finally let loose his enormous load in his bladder.
"Ahhhhhh.....so much better." He said. He sighed. After washing his hands he came out of there and walked out to Iris.
Iris looked in utter shock. "Barry...." She bit her lip to keep her from giggling.
"What?" He asked confused. She pointed down at his pants. Barry looked down to greet a semi large wet spot on his pants. He looked up and blushed.
Iris laughed. Barry laughed it off nervously and ran into the bathroom and got cleaned up. He came out with a fresh pair of pants.
Iris giggled still thinking about the whole situation. "I'm sorry Barr....it was just so awkward and funny!" She stopped giggling. Barry walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"To be honest....it was kinda funny." He admitted. Iris playfully punched his arm.
"Next time no slurpee's for you! You certainly couldn't handle it!" She said with a playful smile.
Barry smiled. "Yep....no more at the movies. That was...a bit painful."
(Thanks for reading :) |
This is a follow up to 'Abby's desperate bus ride', that I posted a few months back. It's a bit long, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. I'd advise familiarising yourself with the first story first, but am sure this will work as a stand alone story if not.
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6 months had past since the worst day of Abby's life. She'd been really enjoying her new job, and was delighted to be a woman, excelling in a male world. She'd been on a team building excercise, only a few months in, and whilst she'd really enjoyed the day, she was caught short on the bus on the way home. When they were stuck in traffic she was so desperate, that she ended up begging the bus driver to stop, and completely breaking down and wetting hereslf. (See Abby's desperate bus ride). She couldn't believe that she'd gotten away with it. Noone that new her had seen, and, although she got a bit of stick for her frantic dash down the bus, everyone had just assumed she made it to a toilet. I mean, thats just what grown women do isn't it.
Whilst she was somewhat relieved that no-one knew her shame, she still felt absolutely humiliated. She had never thought it possible that she could get so desperate that she would lose control. She had always just assumed that no matter how bursting you felt, you could just hang on that bit longer. That hadn't been the case though. She tried and tried and tried, but there was absolutley no way she could stop it coming out, she had simply lost control and peed her pants like a toddler. She'd been outside a busy pub, and people had seen her, laughed at her, sneered at her. It had really affected her confidence, and she was certainly never going to drink a pint of lager again.
Tomorrow though, she was attending a business conference in Torquay. That was a 3 hour coach journey away waith a 1 night stop over. There were 5 people going from her company, and she had been selected to be one of them. It was an honour, and her manager had told her that she was very cose to getting a promotion, which would bring with it a very welcome pay rise. She was looking forward to a bit of hob nobbing, but, she couldn't help but be terrified of the coach journey. She was 18 years old, approaching a high profile promotion, and a 2 day break, and she was terrified of wetting her knickers. The thought was ludicrous, and she knew it. She'd be fine, she just needed to plan what she was doing.
The day came, and she was to meet at the coach for 9AM. She was up early, and had her usual, very much needed, morning pee. She dolled herself up with make up, and got dressed into her VERY expensive, brand new Armani business suit. It was a tight white shirt, a black jacket, and a tight black pencil skirt. She admired herself in the mirror, and she looked amazing, but she noticed straight away that her usual, comfortable cotton panties left a very noticable VPL. She cursed as she noticed and changed into her best G-String. She wasn't a fan of the thong underwear, but it was aneccesary evil to complete her look. She wasn't naive enough to not realise that the company directors were men, and her amazing looking 19 year old ass would win her many admiring glances.
She went to the toilet three times after drinking her morning coffee, just releasing a tiny dribble each time, just to make sure her bladder was as empty as it could be. She noticed as she was doing it thet her skirt was quite restrictive, but it wasn't a disaster. She called a cab, picked up her bag, and waited to be taking to the meeting point, at a local McDonalds store.
When she arrived, she was met by Dave, who cheerily told her he'd got her a large coffee to drink before they went. They always made each other coffee at work, so there was no way she could refuse. Her heart sank as he cheerily accepted it and took a sip. I got here early so that it'd be the perfect temperature, he beamed. He was right it was perfect, so she drank it quickly. It was ridiculous how a simple cup of coffee was causing her such a trauma. "Pull yourself together Abs" she chistised herself, "you're an adult, what happened was freak incident, you can handle a cup of coffee."
They made small talk outside until the rest of the party arrived, and then she saw the bus approaching.
"Won't be a sec" she whispered to Dave, "just nipping to the ladies".
She had planned this thoroughly, limit your fluid intake, then make sure you pee just before your leaving. She didn't even wait for a response, she turned on her heels and went inside, heading over to the toilets at the back, she became painfully aware that the ladies room door was propped wide open with a mop bucket. She knew from previous visits that there were only 2 cubicles in a very small ladies room, and her heart started pounding. As she approached the door, a spotty male teen strolled out and started to wring out his mop. "Erm, could I go in please" she asked nervously, but the teen looked up, "Sorry miss" he said, "Some idiot has flooded the place, just give me ten minutes and I'll have it all cleaned up again".
"No, no, no" her mind raced, this wasn't the plan. She had planned it so perfectly, but now she had a large coffee inside of her and her last gasp pee was being denied.
"But my coach is leaving now" she said,
"Sorry" replied the teen, "like I say, its gonna be ten minutes."
She looked at the mens room and thought about it, but at that moment an old man approached, and she could see him looking her up and down. "FUCK" she muttered, as she had no choice but to head back out to the coach.
As she got outside she noticed that everyone had boarded and the coach was already quite full. She scanned the aisle and saw her colleagues about half way up.
"Over here", said Dave "I've saved you a seat".
He was obviously interested and trying to impress, and Abby had to admit that she wasn't disappointed, Dave was hot, the very epitome of tall dark and handsome. As she walked over she was greeted by Colin, who was on the seat behind them, literally shouting, "here we are, at last, has the little girl gone pee pee, we don't want any incidents like last time do we?".
She was absloutely mortified, her cheeks blushed beet red as she prayed for the earth to swallow her up. "Why, what happened?" asked Dave,
"Well" started Colin eagerly, "It was after that team building shit, we'd been in the boozer and then hit a bit of traffic, we were only ten minutes from home, and Abby here made a right show of herself, dancing around, grabbing herself, begging the driver to pull over so she could run into a pub and use the facilities".
She felt like crying, she'd never been so embarrassed. The only positive was that they had no idea how badly it had actually ended, they all assumed she'd made it. She did a little giggle as she sat down.
"Shut Up Colin" said Dave, "I'm sure she doesn't need reminding about it from some old perv like you does she".
"Could have been worse" he said "That Katarina from accounts dashed out and dropped her knickers on the motorway, pissing like a bloody racehorse she was, never seen anything like it mate, I swear to god"
"Don't worry about him" said Dave as she sat down, "dirty old bastard probably got off on it, look at him, he's definitely getting none at home. You must've been bursting to have asked the driver to pull over?"
"OH FUCK" she thought, her mind racing, this was the last thing she needed, she thought there was a chance of her and Dave getting together, now they were sat on a coach, in a terrifying condition, and he was asking questions about the time she wet her knickers!"
"Oh, I was" she replied sheepishly, "everyone was, all the lads went on the motorway, and poor Katerina couldn't wait. It was a bladder buster for sure" she tried to make light of it.
"Thank God for pubs eh!" he said jovially, "Imagine if you'd have had to queue!"
"hehe, yeah" she giggled, "that would have been really bad!"
The topic was changed shortly afterwards, and they all started talking shop. Abby scanned around the coach, and noticed it was a much more even split. There were employees from allover the company on board, and it was probably a 70/30 split of men to women. She looked at her watch. It was 9:20, they were due to arrive at 12, she'd be fine, she told herself.
Around 90 minutes later, and Abby was panicking. She'd become acutely aware of a need to pee around half an hour ago, and her need had been steadily rising since, and she was now at a level she would describe as bursting. She wasn't desperate, not yet, and she was nowhere near the level she was at when she lost control, but she was definitely needing to go, you know, the sort of level where you drop what you're doing and make finding a toilet your priority. Only, it couldn't be her priority. She was on a bus, and there was nowhere for her to go. A look at her watch told her there was just over an hour to go, and the thought of that made her want to burst into tears. Not only was her need becoming more pressing, but what she had also realised was that, in her current attire, there was no way of helping herself. She couldn't sit on her heel without flashing her intimate parts, and her skirt was so tight she couldn't press between her legs, hell, she couldn't even cross her legs. She was bursting for a wee, with over an hour to wait, and all she could do was press her thighs together and pray.
For ten minutes she sat there, panicking, her heart pounding, and her mind replaying over and over the humilition of weeing in her knickers, the humiliation of begging the bus driver to stop, and even the humiliation of Colin taunting her, and Dave questioning her. Her predicament seemed to be making her need worse, as she wanted to go more and more, involuntarilly starting to jig her leg up and down. Dave noticed this immediately.
"Are you OK?" he questioned.
"Erm, yeah" she stammered, stopping dead still instantly, "its just, erm, well, erm, I'm a bit cold",
"ahh, don't worry Abs, we're stopping at the services in a second, I'll get you another coffee to warm you up!"
She almost gasped out in joy at what she'd heard, "Are we stopping?" she gasped, desperate to make sure she'd not misheard,
"yes, a couple of the girls upfront asked for a toilet stop, so we're nipping into the services", sure enough, as he said it, she saw the coach pulling off the motorway. The thought of relief seemed to increase her need yet further, as her heart skipped a beat. Her bladder pulsed, but she hardly cared, she was going to make it to a toilet!
As soon as the coach stopped, everyone stood up and started to dash forwards, the driver said something bout ten minutes, but no-one was listening. Abby tried to appear calm, but there was only one thing on her mind, getting to the Ladies room, and quickly. She was walking as fast as she could, trying desperately to keep her thighs pressed together.
"toilets, toilets, oh where are they" she muttered as she dashed through the main doors. Dave shocked her by putting his hand on her shoulder,
"are you coming for a drink?" he enquired.
Abby could've slapped him, she needed to be pouring liquid out of her body, not putting more in!
"I'll catch you up" she said, through gritted teeth, as she caught sight of 3 of the girls from the coach dashing towards the huge "TOILETS" sign.
"Come on" she muttered as she dashed towards it, rounding the corners, and pushing open the door labelled "LADIES", her need intensifying yet more at the thought of glorious relief.
"Yes, yes, yes" she said out loud, as she almost fell into the ladies room, to be faced with 4 bolted doors, and 7 women waiting outside them.
"OH" she gasped, a bit too loudly, as she joined the queue, and started to jig up and down. The 7 ladies waiting were all from the coach, and the woman at the front was making a hell of a fuss!
"PLEASE HURRY" she shouted at the bolted doors "PLEASE" as she shouted she hoiked up her skirt to her waist, pressing hard between her legs,
"OH GOD HURRY" she begged again, "Don't make me wet myself!"
"Calm down Laura" said the next girl in line.
"I can't wait, I can't" she said, as a toilet flushed,
"Oh fuck YES" she shouted, "PLEASE let me wee" as the bolt slid across the girl was already pulling down her knickers, pushing the woman coming out and dashing past her,
"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she gasped, as the sound of an almighty torrent of pee filled the room.
"She wasn't joking was she?" said the girl infront of Abby in the queue, "Oh god that sound is doing nothing for me though, I'm bloody bursting here, these coach trips are a nightmare for us girls aren't they?"
Abby just giggled and nodded as her bladder pleaded with her to empty it.
When, at last, it was her turn Abby could barely walk, she was shuffling forwards, pressing her thighs together for all she was worth, as soon as she was in the privacy of a cubicle she went into a full blown pee dance as she fought to hold on foor the last couple of seconds. Her skirt was so tight accross her bladder, as she fought to hoik it up. "Come on, come on she said, as she bunched it higher and higher, just enough til she could grab the waistband of her panties, "Oh yes she gasped, yanking them down to her knees. as soon as they were clear, a blast of pee shot from her before she was even sitting, and as she collapsed onto the toilet she relaxed, and blasted her urine into the toilet below. The relief she felt was so overwhelming, she almost burst into tears. "Ahhhhhhh" she sighed, as her gushing stream quickly faded into a trickle. It felt so, so good, as her most intimate parts throbbed and tingled, and her agonised bladder finally felt empty.
"Oh god I needed that" she thought, but was quickly snapped back to reality when she heard another girl outside her door crying out for her to hurry. She gave herself a long, luxurious wipe, shuddering with pleasure at the feeling she got as her hand brushed over her, now, sensitive parts. She noticed, as she pulled up her expensive panties, there was a slight dampness between the legs, but she smoothed down her Armani skirt, and unbolted the door. She was pushed aside by a desperate young girl, who already had her skirt hoiked up around her waist, but Abby washed her hands and made her way back out.
Dave was waiting for her outside the ladies room, with another large coffee. He handed it to her, saying "you've been ages, was everything alright?".
"Oh yes" she replied, "there was just a bloody queue, there always is in the ladies, you men don't know how lucky you are!". She played it cool, giving away no hint of the intense panic that had filled the ladies room just moments earlier!
They strolled off back to the coach and took their places. Abby reflected again on how bursting she'd been, after she'd been so careful too. What was it on these coach trips that always made her need a wee?
The rest of the journey passed without any issue, it was only 45 minutes, but Abby was painfully aware of what a state she would have been in without that pitstop. She was feeling the effects of the coffee already, but she was fine, they'd made it to the conference centre!
As they all departed from the coach, they were greeted by Tony. Tony was the regional manager, and the man they were all out to impress. He spoke to some of the guys first, and then turned to address Abby.
"Hi there dear, I hear you are speaking too? I'm really looking forward to finalising your notes with you, I have to say, a beautiful young lady on that stage will make a very refreshing change, you could be our secret weapon, come on lets go".
Abby was both flattered and appalled. She hated male chauvenism, and just wanted to be treated equally, but then, she was there to impress. She was the 4th of their companies 5 speakers, and the speeches were due to begin in about 90 minutes time. She was feeling nervous, but eager to please. She thought they were having lunch first, but Tony led them all off into a small office.
The other women were involved in much more menial stuff, and Abby was sat with some of the biggest names in the company. She was somewhat overawed to be honest, but glad that she still had Dave by her side.
"OK folks" started Tony, "the bad news is, we aren't having lunch, but, I have some sandwiches and drinks coming through. We really need to make the most of today, we could secure some life changing business, so we need to get it right."
As he spoke, the doors opened, and an astonishing platter was layed out infront of them. Abby wasn't really hungry, her stomach was doing summersaults, but she gratefully poured herself a cup of coffee.
The next 45 minutes passed so quickly. She was in a different world. She was delighted to be there, but terrified of making a howler and messing up the whole day. She was a 19 year old girl on her first conference. Of course the directors knew this and she was briefed fully. She sipped through 3 cups of coffee without even thinking about it, when, 30 minutes before the speeches began, they were told to have a break.
Abby was grateful of this, as she could, once again, feel her bladder starting to demand her attention. A quick trip to the ladies room would be very welcome indeed. She stood up, but Tony said,
"Abby, would you mind waiting behind, I could do with a quick 5 minutes with you".
Her heart sank, but she agreed and retook her seat whilst everyone else left the room. Tony started talking to her about who was who, and how to impress them. He complemented her on her suit, saying it was just the look that screamed professional business woman, the minutes ticked by as her bladder slowly filled, until there was only 5 more minutes left until the speeches were due to begin. Her bladder now was starting to become distracting, and the thought of having to hold it throughout was not a good one, so she knew she would have to excuse herself.
"I'm sorry sir, but could I just quickly freshen up before we begin?"
"Oh, yes, of course" he replied, "do hurry though, as we don't have much time"
"I will" she replied, standing up, "I won't be a minute"
She turned and headed for the door, but it flung open and she was greeted by a flustered looking man.
"Tony, are you planning on joining us?" he almost shouted, "speeches are starting in 5 minutes, get through here now"
"Sorry love" he added, looking Abby up and down, "You must be Abigail, I'm Martin, the company director". She did a little curtsey, partly out of respect, and partly to stop herself jigging about, now she was standing, her bladder was demanding her full attention.
"Abby's just nipping to freshen up" said Tony, but he was shot down immediately,
"No time for that, don't worry dear, you look amazing, come on now",
Tony stood, and they were led away before Abby could protest. They moved swiftly down the corridor, passing the ladies room as they went. She thought about just ducking in, but it was more than her job was worth, so she continued into the conference room.
As she entered she saw her friends, giving a nervous smile and wave, but Martin kept on leading her to thefront of the conference hall. It was absolutely packed, there must have been about 400 people in there, and the thought of speaking infront of these people sent a shiver through her. She was led to the very front of the room and up onto the stage by Martin, who sat right next to her.
"OK" he said, "I hope you've got a great speech prepared, this is such a big day for the company, and I've heard nothing but great things about you. If you nail this you are in line for a very healthy bonus."
Without further ado, introductions began, and the first speaker was introduced. Abby's mind was racing, she looked out over the sea of people as the first guy started to talk, in a really dull, and monotone voice. She was barely paying attention though as she looked at the very back of the room, lit up like a beacon to taunt her was a sign for the LADIES. Her bladder was making itself known, and felt even worse now the nerves had started to kick in. A quick glance at the running order told her that hers was the 5th, and final speech, not the 4th as she'd been told earlier.
The first speaker droned on for just over 25 minutes, during which Abby's need rose alarming quickly, she kept having furtive glances accross towards the ladies room door wondering if she could make a quick dash for it between speeches. When the first guy finally finished everyone stood to applaud, Abby followed suit, but to her horror the second speaker was introduced immediately. Martin leaned over to her and said,
"Well I hope yours is better than that yawn-fest, that was bloody awful",
"haha, I'm glad you said that" giggled Abby, "I hope they don't all last that long".
She was desperate to hear that the speeches would be over quickly, because without an interval there was no way she wouldn't have very wet knickers after 2 and a half hours.
"They seem so much longer when they're so boring don't they" he repeated, giving nothing away.
The second speech was slightly shorter, but no a lot, it was another 20 minutes, and by the end of it Abby was starting to get seriously bursting. She was pleased with the chance to stand up to applaud, and as she frantically looked towards the ladies room, she saw 2 girls near the back make a quick dash for them. How she longed to do the same, she looked over to Martin, who was applauding furiously. He was terrifying, but it was starting to get urgent, "Erm, could I please just..." started Abby, hardly beleiving what she was abut to do, but she had to ask to be excused for a second.
"It's OK Abigail" said Martin, talking right over the top of her, "I know what your thinking, more coffee, I'm on it",
he shouted over a waitress and ordered large lattes for everyone up on the stage. Abby could have screamed, more coffee was absolutely the last thing she needed, she started to protest, but the third speech was being introduced, she had no choice but to just squeeze her thighs together and sit back down.
The coffees arrived 5 minutes later and Abby was starting to bounce her legs around, her need was getting so very urgent. As she sipped slowly at her coffee she convinced herself that there had to be an interval after this speech, and if there wasn't she would have to admit her need and make a frantic dash for it. As the speech droned on Abby was getting more and more desperate. She was trying to keep her thighs pressed together tightly, as her feet beat on the floor like a drum. 25 minutes he went on for and by the end she was nearly beside herself, as she stood up to applaud, she felt like she was going to lose control. She bent double, and was about to beg Martin for a wee when to her absolute delight, the speaker announced a short, ten minute interval.
"Oh thank god" she gasped out loud, as she made her way to the edge of the stage. The sound of chairs scraping across the floor filled the room, as Martin stopped her,
"Should we go through your speech again" he asked, but there was no way she could be denied, she absolutely had to have a wee, it was becoming extremely urgent.
"NO" she stammered a bit too loudly, barely stopping her frantic dash,
"I need to, I mean, I'm just nipping to the ladies room quickly",
He tried to protest, but she was like a woman possessed. storming past him towards the sign she'd been staring at for the past hour.
Her bladder was screaming at her, just like it had been in the services earlier, she absolutely had to wee, she needed it. "Just hold on girl" she thought, as she gritted her teeth. To her horror though, as she got to the ladies she was greeted with a queue snaking out of the door. "No no no no no, not now" she muttered as she joined the end of it. There must've been 15 people waiting outside the door, with good knows what sort of drama going on inside. This could not be happening she thought, as she stood in line, trying to hide her frantic desperation. 10 minutes later, the queue had started to die down, and she was just at the enterence to the door. There was no hiding it anymore, she was desperate, absolutely bursting for a wee, she was grinding her thighs together and bobbing up and down, as she peered past the woman infront of her she could see that there were just 3 cubicles, and still about 5 desperate ladies before her. Her mind raced, and her heart pounded, as a toilet flushed and the woman at the front dashed in.
At that moment she heard an announcement that caused her to yelp out.
"OK, thats the end of the interval, please make your way back to your seats".
She couldn't be late, she was on the stage, next to the main company director, but she had to wee, she absolutely had to, there was no way she could hold it for another hour, and certainly no way she could give a speech like this. It was now or never, she pushed past the woman in front of her and ran to the front of the line. She was greeted by an 18 year old PA, who was pressing a hand into her crotch. Abby's mind raced, as she started to beg,
"Please, please, please can I cut the line" she pleaded, as the young girl looked horrified. There was a protest from a girl three girls back, but Abby continued, "Look, its an absolute emergency, I'm absolutely bursting for a wee, and they're calling for us back".
"We all are" said the girl second in line, "Fuck off and wait your turn like everyone else".
"I know" stammered Abby, "But, but I'm on the stage, and have a presentation to do, I have to go back now, but I absolutely must wee first, if I don't I'll wet myself for sure". Her pee dance was getting more and more frantic as she spoke, but the girl at the front almost broke down. "I neeeeeeedddd to weeeeeee" she wailed, "I'm sorry but I'm bursting, Its starting to come out".
At that moment Sue came charging into the ladies room, her terrifying line manager.
"Abigail, what on earth are you doing in here, everyone is back on that stage apart from you, Martin looks fucking seething, you're showing us all up".
At that moment, a toilet flushed, and the heavenly sound of a lock sliding open filled the room.
"Please" begged Abby, looking longingly at the next girl in line, but she just pushed past her, lifting her skirt as she went, revealing an already substantial wetspot on her baby pink knickers. Seconds later the sound of a huge, hissing deluge filled the room, as the PA gasped out in relief.
"NOW" commanded Sue, staring at Abby.
Her bladder screamed, as the thought of not being able to pee tormented her, then out of nowhere, SSSSSS, she lost control, just for a second, but it was enough, she hoiked up her skirt and thrust both of her hands between her legs.
"SUE" she begged, praying almost for divine intervention. "I absolutely must pee, and they wont let me cut the line".
"There's no time" said Sue, "I need you out here now, you'll have to hold it."
"I can't" she gasped, "I really can't, its coming out now" She was frantic at that point, and saw a cocktail glass on the side. Her mind raced, she had to find some relief, she grabbed it, pulled aside her panties, and thrust it between her legs. Immediately a blast of pee shot from her tightly clenched lips, and as she allowed herself to relax her stream blasted out at incredible force. The girl at the front of the line started to protest,
"You dirty bitch, stop it, oh god, oh please stop it" she was in a furious pee dance, and watching Abby find relief was clearly not helping her. Sue stormed over, just as the glass filled, and it was so hard to stop peeing, as her bladder just wanted to empty itself.
"UUUMMMPH" she grunted as she got herself under control. She placed the glass on the side, it was full to the brim of frothing, almost clear business woman piss.
"I'm so sorry" she said to Sue, "I absolutely had to do that".
Her stomach still ached, and her bladder demanded its full relief, the pain of having to hold on again once the floodgates had opened was agony. The glass was only small, probably about 150ml, and she felt like she had an ocean trying to thrash out from between her legs.
"I'll deal with the disgusting show I've just witnessed later on, but get back on that stage this instant" replied Sue, with a face like thunder. She ushered her towards the door of the Ladies, with a bladder still uncomfortably full.
She was panicking as she headed back to the stage. How much longer would it be til she could finish her wee. She tried to convince herself that now she'd taken the edge off it, she'd be fine, but she felt anything but fine.
She pressed her thighs together as she staggered back up to the stage, where she was greeted by Martin, who looked bright red.
"ABIGAIL" he boomed, "Where the hell have you been, do you realise how important these speeches are, I knew it was a risk putting a little girl in charge of the most important one, people kept telling me you were driven, that you had something special, but you don't seem to be taking this seriously at all!"
Her bottom lip started to quiver. She couldn't cry, not here, but her bladder screamed at her and she was being literally shouted at by the most important man in the company.
"I'm sorry sir" she started, "but, erm, well there was a line" she barely even knew what she was going to say. She certainly couldn't tell him the whole story of what had happened in the ladies room, or admit to the fact that she was still easily as bursting as she'd been when the coach stopped earlier and frantically panicking about the possibility of wetting her knickers.
"I don't care" said Martin, "I just hope your speech is good, you better not let me down"
As he said it the master of ceremonies started to talk, and introduced Abby up the the front.
She'd put so much work into her speech that she had to focus. The first ten minutes went well, but her bladder seemed to be filling more. She knew it was the coffee, and she involuntarilly started to bob up and down, rubbing her thighs together. Her need was coming in waves, each one seemingly a litte more urgent than the one before. She started to sweat as she ploughed on through, desperately trying to appear calm and relaxed, but she could hear people whispering. By some miracle she made it to the end of her speech, and actually pressed her hand into her crotch, almost as a celebration. Her mind raced. She'd actually done it, that was it, it was time to pee! Then Martin stood up and took the mic. Abby looked longingly accross to the Ladies room, she knew hers was the last speech, should she just run for it now. Her bladder sensed this thought and demanded it. "Umph" she grunted, as she bobbed up and down.
Martin announced over the microphone that they were opening the floor to any questions, to any of speakers, and immediately a sea of hands shot up. Looking at more denial, she felt her legs starting to shake, she didn't know what to do. She'd been so focussed on making it to the end of her speech, that she'd almost convinced herself that would be the end of her trauma. Martin pointed to the first question asker, but Abby was barely listening.
"Yes, erm, question for young Abigail, what is it like being a young girl succeding in such a male dominated industry."
"Abby" said Martin, handing her the mic.
She hadn't prepared for this, she couldn't think straight, her bladder burned, it needed release, sweat poured from her brow, as she started a subtle, but obvious pee dance.
"Erm" she stammered "Its erm, yes, its good, all of my male colleagues have been very helpful"
She was almost floored by an incredible urge. She looked accross to the Ladies room. Her mind screamed at her to make a run for it, her bladder demanded she run for it.
The question asker pushed for more, "At such a young age too, you've done incredibly well, do you see yourself progressing right to the top of the company"
"PEE, PEE, PEEEEEEE" her mind screamed, "THE LADIES IS JUST THERE"
Out of nowhere, another urge, almost as big as it had been the day she'd wet herself outside weatherspoons. A blast of pee escaped her tightly clenched lips, and soaked into her expensive panties. She tried to press her hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight, she couldn't get any pressure where she needed it so badly. Another spurt escaped, this time causing a rivulet that she could feel dripping down her thigh. Everyone was staring at her, but she had to pee, right this second! It was, undoubtaby the worst moment of her life. She could hear people sneering and laughing at her, but she was out of control, on stage, and actively starting to wet herself.
"I'm err, I'm sorry" she stammered into the mic, "I erm, that is, I'm sorry, I just need a quick break". She dropped the microphone onto the floor and just ran towards the Ladies. She could hear Martin saying something, and others told her to wait, but there was literally only one thing that mattered. More pee escaped from her, as she staggered accross the room. "I'm sorry" she cried, as she went, "I'm so sorry, I have to, I can't wait."
Sue stood and tried to block her path again, but she was like a woman possessed. Any delay now, would be absolutely disasterous, she was literally out of control.
"Abigail, get back on that stage this instant" commanded Sue, but she didn't even break stride.
"I need a weee" she gasped as she pushed open the Ladies room door and saw an open cubicle infront of her.
It was literally too much, the sight of a toilet was what she'd been dreaming of for so long, that she started to release as she frantically hoiked up her tight skirt. She could feel pee cascading from between her legs, as she pulled aside the gusset of her panties and collapsed onto the toilet, without even bolting the cubicle door.
The relief she felt was like nothing she had ever encountered before, as she literally exploded a deluge of pent up pee into the bowl below.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she gasped "oh my god, I've needed this for so long, oh a pee, oh I thought I'd never get to do it"
she was crying as her stream dwindled down to a trickle, sobbing and peeing for all she was worth. She was lightheaded and the whole bottom half of her body tingled and relaxed. She seemed to pee on for ages, before finally she felt empty.
Only at that stage did she assess the damage. She stood up and immediately felt how wet her panties were, she she removed them. She was also mortified to feel the inside of both thighs, and then noticed the streaks running down the back of her ridiculously expensive designer skirt. The mess she'd made on the floor of the, clearly, well maintained Ladies room was clear for all to see too.
At that stage, Sue came charging in. Abby expected the telling off of her life, but seeing the state that she was in, she saw a different side to Sue. Her make up had run down her face where she had been crying, and her glistening legs, streaked skirt, and sopping wet panties in hand clearly showed there'd been quite a serious accident.
"Oh my God Abby" said Sue, "What on earth happened, how can you just pee yourself"
Abby, still crying started "I don't know, I had to go so bad, I told you I had to go. I couldn't wait, I tried, I really tried, I got through my speech, and then there was questions, it hurt, and I tried to stop it but my skirt was tight and I needed it, and I wet myself!" she cried more as Sue hugged her.
"Do you have a weak bladder or something?" questioned Sue "We've all had to go at these events, but you don't just wet yourself."
"I don't know Sue, but I premise I couldn't help it".
"Get yourself cleaned up and I'll tell them you're ill she said, as 2 giggling girls came into the Ladies. Abby locked herself back inside her cubicle and dried her legs. She'd made a huge show of herself, but as much as she tried to think about all she could think about was the coach trip back tomorrow!! But that's another story..... |
(This is a new story which I've just written and shared elsewhere too. I hope you enjoy it.)
Anne pulled out of Boston Hospital carpark and on to Spilsby Road. She’d been to visit Brian whose prostate operation had taken place the previous day. Being a typical man, he’d taken it like a baby and, whilst he really needed to rest, Anne knew that if she didn’t visit she’d never hear the last of it. Luckily his ward allowed visiting from 11am to 12.30pm so she’d been able see him whilst still making sure he’d get the nap after lunch which she was sure he needed. It was a fair drive from their home over in Cambridgeshire but there wasn’t a local urology unit that could offer surgery within the urgent time frame recommended by the consultant. Thus it was that he’d ended up in Boston.
Their encounter was still fresh in her mind as was the look of mild disappointment when she’d handed the bottle of Lucozade and punnet of grapes over.
“Couldn’t you make it a bottle of scotch next time, love? I could really use a drop of the hard stuff.”
“No Brian. Remember what the doctor said. You must cut back on the alcohol and eat more fruit.”
“Okay Miss. Point taken. Annie, I know this will make your day, but I wet the damned bed last night. I’m sure the nurse on duty thought I’d done it on purpose but it just happened. I’ve not had an accident since….”
“Last month?”
Anne smiled sweetly at him.
“Brian, it’s perfectly okay. Everyone has accidents. I’m sure that nurse didn’t think for a moment you’d pissed the bed on purpose. It’s not as though they’ve not got mattress protectors and I’m sure they assume everyone wets the bed who comes in here and think they’re in luck if it doesn’t happen. Here, I’ve got some clean pyjamas. I’ll put them in your locker.”
“Anne, the doctor’s been round and he says I can come home the day after tomorrow, all things being equal. If it’s not inconvenient, could you pick me up after lunch – around two to two thirty.”
“It’s bloody inconvenient. It’s my regular afternoon for checking watersports forums! No of course I’ll pick you up. I’ve got you a supply of adult nappies so you don’t have to worry about accidents on the way home or anywhere else.”
“You’ve got what!”
“Calm down Brian. You’ve just had surgery. Look, they’re really comfy and you’ll hardly notice that you’ve got them on. They’ll make it harder for you to play with yourself whilst things heal up down there. Here, how about a kiss?”
Anne reached over and kissed Brian on the cheek. As she did so, a silent but deadly fart escaped from her bottom. Brian noticed immediately.
“Annie, you haven’t been this morning, have you?”
“What do you mean Brian?”
“A number two.”
“Brian, you’ve got more important things to worry about like getting better. If you must know I haven’t been for number one either. I was later up than I planned on being and it was a mad rush to get here.”
“I’d say you were holding it on purpose if I didn’t know better.”
“Brian, that will do! See you tomorrow – and don’t worry – everything’s going to be fine. Love you.”
That was the conversation as she’d remembered it. Brian had been half right – he generally was. Waking up late and simply not having time to ‘attend to business’ had been rather convenient for the holding enthusiast that she was.
Now on Spilsby Road and heading for John Adams Way, Anne looked forward to relief at the Central Park toilets or else those at the Stump. Although the newly refurbished ones on Wide Bargate were more convenient, she knew they were temporarily closed for repairs so out of bounds.
Anne’s bladder had felt full all morning but she was increasingly conscious of a need for #2 not being all that far away and another rank fart escaped her bottom. As she approached John Adams Way she saw a sign indicating road works and the traffic gradually came to a standstill. Great, this was all she needed! On a Wednesday market day too – the busiest day of the week in this little town which so badly needed a bypass. She’d read something about a ‘distributor road’ being proposed but right now it didn’t help at all.
Anne could feel stomach cramps starting to kick in and knew that if she didn’t find a toilet soon she’d been in a mess. There was no way she’d make it to the Market Place to use the Stump loos. Her best chance was the Bargate Green Carpark. If she could find a space there she might be able to sprint to the Central Park toilets and just about make it.
Although it was market day, she did spot one space available – right at the far end of the car park. Damn. Still, she decided to go for it. By now the stomach cramps were seemingly getting worse - despite the farts which were involuntarily escaping. Her bladder ached like crazy too. Getting out of the car Anne made her way to the parking meter, her desperation increasing with every step. She didn’t quite have the right change but was quite confident that the borough council wouldn’t object to getting an extra fifty pence off her. Ticket in hand, she made her way back to the car, and it was then as disaster struck. As she leant over to place the ticket on her dashboard, Anne lost control of her bowels and began to fill her jeans with the smelly poo which had been brewing since the weekend. Her bladder then followed suit and she froze to the spot as the wetness spread down her legs. Although she was no stranger to accidents, usually it was one thing or the other. Anne couldn’t remember when she’d last had a double accident and done both on such a large scale. The warmth, wetness and squishiness weren’t unpleasant though and, if the truth were told, she rather liked it. There was no point in rushing to the toilets now – although she would go for a clean up operation – and see if there were some cheap replacement jeans to be had on the market.
THE END
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Julius Lodell was almost a perfect seven-year old child in all sense of the word.
Adorable-looking, good at swordmanship, magic, and general studies, and innocent to almost a fault.
The only problem was that he was quite the shy boy. With someone he had gotten comfortable with, he would not hesitate to talk and laugh with them. But with strangers, he often looked down, as if he was afraid. The boy was quite sheltered unfortunately, having no friends of his age to play with.
And so her parents decided that he should be introduced to a playmate. In the end however, the choice fell to Marie La Fey, a girl three-years older than him. She had met him in a party one day and they ended up conversing and playing only with each other for the entire event. Both of their parents saw this and thought that they might be a good match. They even joked that they might just make the two fiancees right away.
And now, here he was, sitting in a carriage with Marie and his mother returning from a picnic they just had to his home. The picnic would have been great fun, if not for one problem.
He had to pee. Badly.
He had forgotten to relief himself before they departed, and throughout the picnic, where much tea was served, he had grew more and more desperate. Sure, he could relieve himself in the bushes but not when Marie was constantly following him around. He couldn't admit his need to her. He had always thought of her as pretty and he was afraid she would look at him less.
And thus, he ended up in this state, squirming on his seat as he wished that the carriage would go faster.
"Hmm? What's the matter, Julius?" his mother asked with a warm smile.
Julius had always loved his mother so very much. He thought of her as the most beautiful woman that had ever existed, with her long, wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The white dress she wore today made her even prettier.
"N-nothing, Mother, n-nothing at all..." he replied. He wanted to tell her about his need but unfortunately, Marie was also there sitting beside her.
If his mother was a bright and cheery sunflower, then Marie would be a thorny rose. She was also blonde and blue-eyed like his mother but that's where their similarities ended. Her hair was curled on the sides to a drill-like form. Her eyes were the opposite of his mother's. They seemingly always looked down on others.
Even so, he knew that Marie was a good person inside. The girl was simply lonely. Being the heiress of one of the richest noble families in the kingdom, many families wanted their sons to marry her. And so she would have boys trying to woo her. She could all tell that they were not honest, and they were only acting as ordered by their parents. However, when she met Julius, his innocence and honesty immediately charmed him. And when he gave her his brilliant smile, she realized that she had fallen for him. She just wished he was less timid, but she supposed that it was one of his charms as well. All of the other buys she met were all the gaudy and overconfident types. She preferred him over that for sure.
Unfortunately, Julius didn't know about her feelings, so he stayed nervous and a tad scared around her.
As their journey continued, Julius' desperation grew even more. He sat with his legs crossed, desperately looking at the unchanging scenery to distract him from his full bladder. His mother was reading a book while Marie was looking at her window with a terribly bored expression on her face.
Suddenly, a jolt shook the carriage, thanks to a rock getting under its wheels. The jolk made poor Julius leak a spurt in his pants, wetting the boxers he wore under his pants. With a gasp, he quickly put both of his hand to his crotch, feeling how his brown trousers were now slightly damp.
"Honey, are you sure you're alright? You look pale, my dear. Are you feeling sick? We can stop of a while if you want," his mother asked, her voice full of concern.
"I-I'm fine, mother. I-I'm just tired, that's all. I-I just wish we arrive home soon," he replied, putting on a fake smile.
"Well, if you say so," his mother responded with a smile. "Just remember, we're all your family here, even Marie--" She smiled at the bored-looking girl. "so don't be shy in sharing with us any of your problems."
Julius could only smile back. For him, admitting that he was badly in need of a wee was too much for him. Even to his own mother, he would only do it by whispering to her while blushing terribly. But with Marie there, with her judging eyes, she would really think of him as a child if he couldn't hold himself like a proper adult could.
Their journey continued. Now Julius couldn't even hide his desperation as he squirmed and fidgeted in his seat, with his hands on his crotch, grabbing his penis. Thankfully, his mother's attention was on her book, while Marie was still watching the scenery.
And then, it happened. A spurt escaped once again. Followed by another. And another. And another. And another.
He couldn't stop it. He couldn't feel his muscle down there. He could only watch with a horrified expression as his pants got wetter and wetter.
Panicking, he quickly said, "M-Mother, I--"
It was too late however, as right when his mother looked up from her book, she could see a stream of fresh urine trickling down from her son's seat. She saw how terrified and embarrassed he looked, how he was in the verge of crying and how red his cheeks were.
She moved in a flash. She sat beside her son and took him in into her embrace, putting his head on her bountiful chest and giving him a gentle hair brush.
"Sssshh, it's alright, my dear, just let it all out..." she whispered to him gently to her sobbing, peeing little boy.
"I-I'm so sorry, mother, I-I couldn't hold it..."
"It's okay... it's okay... no one would blame you..."
Meanwhile, Marie was staring wide-eyed at her future fiancee's wet crotch. Her cheeks were red but she didn't look away. No, she couldn't look away in fact, for you see, she had been secretly watching him ever since they started their carriage ride. She knew he was desperate to pee. She would have just told him to go but the way he cutely tried to hide his desperation... it enchanted her. She wanted to see more. More of his blushing face. More of his squirming legs. And so she let him be. She pretended to watch the scenery as she watched him from the corner of her eyes.
And now, she saw him wetting his pants throughoutly, with his urine pooling in front of his soaked seat. And it satisfied her greatly.
But now, she felt terrible for doing it.
She looked at him, crying and sobbing into his mother's embrace. She had a feeling he would be traumatized by this and he would never be able to look her straight in the eye ever again.
And that would simply not do.
She stood up from her seat. And, with a flushed cheek, she began wetting her dress as well.
Her crimson red dress soon turned darker in the front and back as her pee was absorbed by the garment. But soon, even that wasn't enough as she left a puddle of golden liquid underneath her.
Marie was actually quite desperate to go as well, only it was not as bad as Julius. She actually leaked a little when the jolt from before happened. She was confident she could hold it until they returned however, so she opted to hold seeing how peeing outside with a dress for a girl wasn't the easiest thing.
But now, with Julius crying like that, she decided she would just let it all out as well.
"O-oh my, you too, Marie?" Julius' mother asked.
"Yes. I can't hold it either, Miss Lodell," Marie replied confidently, as if peeing your dress was simiiar to sneezing. "S-so cheer up, Julius! You're not the only one that wet yourself today!"
Julius' sobs stopped as he looked up to Marie. He couldn't believe it. She really had wet herself as well.
His mother however immediately picked up on what was going on.
"Oh my, it seems today is really an unlucky day! First, my dear son, Julius. Then, his dear friend, Marie! And now, his mother as well!"
A loud pssssshht sound suddenly echoed inside the carriage. The sound was louder than the previous two combined. Julius gasped when he felt the spreading warmth on his buttcheeks coming from the direction of his mother. Indeed, the pretty mother was sitting there with a smile on her face as she peed into her pretty white dress. Her stream was strong and impressive and it seemed to last forever, spreading urine all over her seat and down below to the carriage floor to the point that her waters escaped the door, trickling down to the ground below outside the carriage.
When she finished, she looked at Julius and said, "See? We all have our accidents. So cheer up, my dear! I will explain everything to the servants so don't you be afraid one bit!"
Truth be told, she was terribly desperate as well. Many times she returned to the mansion running to the chamber pot in her room, a trait that her husband found adorable. They had never told this to anyone but the first time they met, she was in a desperate state and her husband helped her to a chamberpot before she flooded her dress. And from that little incident, they became charmed to each other. And now it seemed her son had inherited her weak bladder.
The remaining trip went swimmingly, with Julius back to his cheerful self. They all acted like they hadn't wet themselves.
And when the maids greeted them, the mother just said that the carriage ride took longer than they all thought. |
Chapter I: Uncertainty
Franz took another bite out of his hot dog chewing enthusiastically as he peered over the heads of the throbbing crowd in front of him at the large monitor they were all watching. His had combed thick brown hair, black framed hipster glasses, and wore his plaid buttoned down unzipped over a black tee and khakis.
With a final explosion the word Victory filled the viewing screens.
“And there you have it folks! The King reigns! Even the Fire Princess bows before his might!” On screen, a white wheel continued to race along the virtual data stream. Its rider sat in a seat mounted on the bottom of the wheel, his white coat fluttering in the wind. Beneath the blue visor of his helmet, the smallest of smiles creased his lips as a gloved hand pointed towards the sky in victory.
“Whose the Master of Faster?” His sharp voice echoed over the tumult of the crowd. “Who rules the Duels? That’s right, it’s me-”
And the crowd roared as one. “JACK ATLAS!”
Franz finished his hot dog as Jack took his victory lap flanked by his signature monster, the mighty Red Dragon Archfiend. ‘What was the guy’s name? Kusanagi? He makes a great gourmet hot dog.’ Throwing away the wrappings he looked towards the screen and said to no one in particular. “Jack Atlas should have lost that duel.”
“Indeed.” The voice from behind Franz cause him to jump in surprise. He whirled around to see a tall slender boy with dark hair with blue bangs and pink highlights. “There, are three reasons why he should have lost the duel,” continued the boy. “First: Fire Princess had several opportunities to attack for lethal. Second: There were multiple ways to prevent herself from losing. Third: She could have prevented him from ever summoning Red Dragon Archfiend.” The boy then turned and walked away leaving Franz to stare after him.
As Franz walked up to the security checkpoint the guard there waved cheerily. “Had a good time watching the duel?”
“Yup. Thank you for doing this for me.”
The guard guffawed. “I used to sneak out all the time to watch duels when I was younger. Of course, there was no Den City back then. Did a little dueling myself, even went to Duel Academy.”
“Oh? What’s it like?”
“Tough! I dropped out halfway through my second year.” The guard sighed. “Still, it was a ton of fun.” He regarded Franz more closely. “You’re about that age right? You ever consider trying out?”
“Sure. If I can get my hands on a deck I like. None of the decks I’ve ever touched felt like my deck.” Franz clenched and opened his hand. “None of them called to me.”
“I get you. If you don’t like your deck, if you don’t trust it, it doesn’t feel you’re really playing.”Franz nodded. “I want to become a duelist. I want to stand on that stage, even just once, even if I bomb. I want to feel the excitement in a way I’ve never felt before.” He stared off into the starry sky. “I want to stand at the pinnacle and look down with satisfaction I have never felt before.”
“I remember when I had eyes like that.” The guard sighed wistfully. “But I’ll forever just be a casual duelist. You do have a deck right?”
Franz nodded. “I’ve tried several. But I’m still looking for the one.”
“Well good luck finding it.” The gate ground open and Franz strode off back to his dormitory with a wave of farewell.’
“I still don’t get it.” In one corner of the game store, two students sat across the table from each other. One of them had a duel disk that used virtual cards, the other was Franz. He didn’t have a duel disk on his arm.
“Why when someone activates the spell card Dark Hole destroying all monsters on the field does using my Call of the Haunted trap card to special summon Volcanic Rocket from my graveyard not do anything?”
Franz just smiled patiently. “Read Volcanic Rocket’s effect. It starts with ‘When’. That means its an optional triggered effect. It will miss the timing because it isn’t the effect that starts the chain.”
“Well that’s really annoying.” The other student sighed. “Say, you trying out for the academy too? You sure seem to know a lot.”
Franz just laughed halfheartedly. “I don’t have a deck yet.”
“They sell pre-constructed decks here. Just get any of them. I’m sure you’ll do fine.” He stood up. “Thanks for explaining.”
“No problem.” Franz watched them leave and then sighed to himself. “What am I going to do about getting a deck?” he asked the empty air.
“I’m pretty sure that guy was right.” The man manning the front desk looked over from his spot at the register. He gestured towards to the pre-constructed decks lining the shelf under the register. “You’d do fine with any of them. I’ll even let you try as many of them as you want for free.”
Franz scanned the decks available. “Thank you for the offer, but I’ve already tried them all.”
“All of them?” the man looked surprised. “And you didn’t like any of them?”
“It’s not that I didn’t like any of them. I just don’t think any of them is the right one for me.”
“Oh, I see.” The man’s eyes twinkled. “You could always pick out the one you like best and then change it to match your personal play style.”
“Or you can build a deck from scratch.” Franz recognized the boy who walked in as the one who had stated the three reasons Jack should have lost. “There are three reasons you should build your own deck. First: You are very particular in your tastes. If you build it, it will be guaranteed to match your preferences. Second: The pre-constructed decks are decent but far from optimal. They’re good for learning the game basics and low power casual play, but need significant upgrades to be competitive. Third: Building a deck from scratch provides infinite possibilities for improvement and refinement without changing the theme of the deck. One pack please.” The boy made his purchase and then promptly exited the store as suddenly as he had entered.
“Building a deck from scratch…” Truth be told, Franz had never actually considered that possibility. He was so concerned with finding the deck suited to him, that he didn’t think about other ways of tackling the problem. ‘How unlike me,’ he thought with a wry smile.
“What Yuusaku suggested isn’t a bad idea,” said the man.
Franz nodded. “I agree. I must get started right away.”
The man smiled at him. “That’s the spirit.” |
Chapter II: Starting Point
“Franz, are you paying attention or not?” The girl sitting across the table from Franz at the card shop pouted at him. “It’s been your turn!”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m just a little distracted.”
“That was totally obvious,” the girl rolled her eyes at him. “I’m going to beat you if you don’t focus.”
“Alright then, my draw. I activate the spell card The Warrior Returning Alive. Then I chain the quick play spell card Soul Reversal and the quick play spell card Chain Summoning.” Franz laid the three spell cards on the table in front of him.
“Chain Summoning lets me normal summon three times in a turn instead of just once. Soul Reversal lets me return a flip effect monster from my graveyard to the top of my deck. I return Crystal Seer to the top of my deck. Then The Warrior Returning Alive returns a warrior monster from my graveyard to my hand. I choose Junk Synchron.”
“First I normal summon Assault Mercenary. This allows me return an Assault Mode Activate from my graveyard to the deck to destroy your Swords of Revealing Light.” The girl frowned as she moved the continuous spell card to her graveyard.
“Okay, sure. But you still have to get through my Number 81: Superdreadnought Rail Cannon Super Dora.”
“I’m getting there, I’m getting there. I normal summon Junk Synchron. This let’s me special summon Arcane Apprentice from my graveyard. I summon Night Wing Sorceress. Because I control a tuner monster, I can summon Quillbolt Hedgehog from my graveyard in defense position, but it’s banished when it leaves the field.” With this, all five of Franz’s main monster zones were filled.
“Okay, so you have a bunch of low level monsters with low attack.” It was true. All four of the monsters Franz controlled were level 4 or lower and had 1800 attack or less. The girl had her elbow propped on the table, leaning against her first. “Dora has 3200 attack. And I still have 4000 life points. You can make a link monster, but then I don’t think you’ll have the materials to make anything useful.”
“Who said anything about making a link monster? I tune Arcane Apprentice with Quillbolt Hedgehog in order to synchro summon Crystron Quandax. Arcane Apprentice’s ability let’s me add an Assault Mode Activate from my deck to my hand.”
The girl’s frown deepened. “That’s a trap card. You can’t activate it this turn.”
“Yes I can.”
“No you can’t. You can’t activate trap cards the turn you set them.”
“Normally yes, but I have Night Wing Sorceress in play. Her effect lets me activate the trap card Assault Mode Activate on the turn I set it. I set Assault Mode Activate.”
“Then I tune Crystron Quandax with Assault Mercenary in order to synchro summon Colossal Fighter.”
“Wait, you already filled all your extra monster zones. How can you be allowed to special summon from your extra deck. Stop cheating!”
“I’m not. Since the Crystron Quandax I summoned to the extra monster zone is sent to the graveyard as part of the summon. The extra monster zone is free to accommodate Colossal Fighter. I then use Assault Mode Activate tributing Colossal Fighter in order to special summon Colossal Fighter /Assault Mode from my deck.”
“Hold up, hold up. That thing is level 10 with 3300 attack?!” The girl’s mouth had fallen open. “From a main deck monster?!”
“Oh that’s not the best part. The best part is that when it is summoned, I get to send two warrior type monsters from my deck to the graveyard. Also, your monsters lose 100 attack for every warrior monster in my graveyard. The two warrior monsters I choose to send are The Phantom Knights of Ancient Cloak and The Phantom Knights of Fragile Armor. That means I have a total of… 12 warrior monster cards in my graveyard.”
“Well I activate Dora’s effect. By detaching one material, I can make Dora immune to other effects until end of turn so it will still have 3200 attack. That means the most you can deal is 100 from Colossal Fighter + 1300 for Night Wing Sorceress + 1300 for Junk Synchron is only 2700 damage total. I have 4000 life points. So ha!” She gave a self satisfied smile. Considering the five cards left in her hand to Franz’s one. If she survived the turn, all she had to do was get rid of Colossal Fighter /Assault Mode and the game would effectively be hers.
“Aren’t you forgetting?” Franz tapped a spot on the board. “My extra monster zone is free again.”
“I don’t see how that makes a difference. There’s no level 6 synchro with 3900 or more attack.”
“I’m not making a synchro monster. I overlay Night Wing Sorceress with Junk Warrior in order to xyz summon The Phantom Knights of Break Sword. I then activate it’s effect, detaching 1 material to target The Phantom Knights of Break Sword and Number 81: Superdreadnought Rail Cannon Super Dora.”
“Dora… can’t be affected by monster effects.”
“But The Phantom Knights of Break Sword can be. When Break Sword is destroyed, I can special summon up to two Phantom Knight cards with the same level from my graveyard. Their levels are then increased by 1 and I can only special summon Dark monsters for the rest of the turn. I special summon two The Phantom Knight of Cloven Helm.” He returned the two cards to the battlefield.
“That’s still only 1500 attack each. You’re 900 damage short.”
“Not once I activate the effects of my Ancient Cloak and Fragile Armor from the graveyard. By banishing Ancient Cloak from my graveyard, I can add one The Phantom Knights card from my deck to my hand except The Phantom Knights of Ancient Cloak. Then I banish Fragile Armor from my graveyard sending the The Phantom Knights card from my hand to the graveyard and drawing a card. This triggers my The Phantom Knights of Cloven Helm which gain 500 attack whenever a Phantom Knights card is sent to the graveyard.”
“So that means you gain +1000 damage overall…”
“And game if you don’t stop me.”
A long period of silence ensued as the girl tanked staring in disbelief from the game board to her hand. “Alright you got it.”
Franz breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Thanks for the game,” said Franz as they finished putting their cards away.
The girl huffed. “Next time you should pay attention. I don’t see why people laud you as such a great player when you don’t even have that much decency.”
Franz blushed and mumbled an apology. “Do people call me a great player?”
“Well one of my friends trying out for the Academy recommended I come and play you. She said you were a good teacher. But you’re too busy staring off into space.”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking lately.”
The girl’s glare softened slightly. “About what?”
“I don’t have a deck yet and I’m trying to think about what kind of deck I want to build.”
“What do you mean you don’t have a deck? Why don’t you just use that one?”
“Oh this thing? It’s the store’s. I just borrow it.”
“Well why not buy it?”
“There are three good reasons why I should buy it. First: I has some very powerful monsters. Second: It has a wide variety of effects that can be used to get out of almost any situation. Third: It has a lot of in-built synergy.”
“But, there are also three good reasons why I shouldn’t buy it. First: Despite its high power and synergy, it has a surprisingly high brick rate. Occasionally there are hands where the first plays are entirely ineffective and some where you can’t play anything at all. Second: Despite the wide variety of removal effects, it’s easy for the opponent to shut it down. Third: It just doesn’t feel like my deck.”
The girl blinked at him. “Why do you talk like that?”
“Talk like what?”
“The three reasons speech.”
“Oh… I must be listening to Yuusaku too much. He tends to explain things like that.”
“Yuusaku?”
“He’s the one who suggested I build my own deck instead of starting with a pre-made. I don’t know much about him other than he comes to this store occasionally and is probably better than me.”
“So are you planning on going to Duel Academy.”
“If I can build a deck.”
“If, it’s not a question of if. It’s a question of actually starting instead of sitting around.” She grabbed his arm and Franz noted not for the first time, the whiff of lavender perfume. |
Chapter III: Finding Inspiration
“Oh, so you’re Lisa’s friend.” Lisa was one of the couple of people who dropped by regularly to meet with Franz. Most people he just happened to meet and probably would never meet again. Lisa was one of the couple that actively sought him out. He often wondered why she came to meet with him if she was probably using a professional tutor and/or going to prep school. Judging from her clothes, she could easily afford it.
The same could be said of the girl dragging him now. She had honey blonde hair held back by a white headband, blue eyes and a slim athletic figure. She wore a fashionable sleeveless white vest, a blue t-shirt, blue fingerless gloves, white shorts and blue ankle boots. She skipped along happily ahead and flashed him a cheerful smile that made Franz feel more than a little uncomfortable.
“We’re here!” The girl let go of his hand and skipped over to a very familiar looking food truck. Franz looked around and realized that this was his usual viewing spot for watching duels. They just arrived by a different route than he was used to.
“Ah, Kylie!” The man in the apron operating the grill smiled down at them. “The usual?”
“Sure!”
The man looked over at Franz. “And what about you?”
“The usual.”
Kusanagi winked. “Ready in no time. Oi! Yuusaku!”
The familiar form of Yuusaku appeared over the food truck counter looking very odd in a pink apron. He noticed Franz looking as he tugged on a pair of clear gloves. “How’s your deck building going?”
“Still deciding.”
“Oh.”
“What seems to be the problem?” asked Kusanagi handing a steaming coffee cup to Kylie.
“He’s just being troublesome,” she replied for him. “I figured we should start by hunting for a stroke of inspiration.
“It’s not good to rely on having a eureka moment,” frowned Yuusaku.
“But to find one would also be a welcome development,” countered Franz. “Besides, she’s the one dragging me around. I have no idea what we’re looking for.”
“That’s the point!” Kylie gently knocked on the top of his head with a fist. “We’re looking for everything and anything that’ll get that brain of yours moving.”
With that in mind, Franz followed Kylie around the city. As a transfer student, he’d studied the map enough to find his way vaguely in the right direction. Places like the outdoor viewing, the game store, and his school he’d already recognized. He transferred in at the beginning of the school year and by now it was approaching the end. He figured he would take a proper look see around during the summer when he was bored.
They were deep in the heart of the city when Franz heard something. He looked towards its source, but saw nothing. He started to walk away when he heard it again. The sound of sobbing.
“What’s the hold up?” Kylie had kept walking a good distance a quick pace but returned when she realized he wasn’t with her.
“I hear somebody crying.”
“Over this?” Kylie was practically shouting over the noise of traffic passing them by.
“Yes, over this.” Franz didn’t know why, but the more he listened, the clearer the crying became and the more distant the other sounds seemed. He walked through the sliding glass doors into a large skyscraper.
“Look, Franz,” Kylie pleaded. “I know there’s a viewing deck at the top of this tower. It’s very nice view, but, um.” She leaned in close to his ear that they were almost touching. “I need to pee. So let’s find a restroom first.”
“Won’t there be one in this tower?”
“Oh yeah, good point.”
Kylie crossed her feet as she looked first one way and then the other. She exhaled tensely and started walking around, looking for a sign. Spotting something, she hurried off into a side corridor and Franz went chasing after her.
“Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger,” Kylie muttered rapidly under her breath as she paced beside a large collapsed vending machine surrounded by cones. On the other side down the hall was the sign she so very wished was on this side. The machine was propped precariously on its side leaning against the opposite wall.
“Maybe there’s a way around?” suggested Franz. “Or we could just climb over it.”
“We’d better not.” Kylie led them back the way they had come, biting her lip. They found themselves back in the main lobby area. People milled around, coming from and going to the viewing deck on the top floor.
“Over here.” Franz led the way to a building directory. “So this is where we are.”
“Mhm mhm.” Kylie nodded her understanding as she stood with her legs pressed together, bobbing gently. “And there’s the restroom that was blocked.”
“So if we go through here, we’ll come out at the food court. There’s bound to be a restroom there.”
“Let’s go.” Kylie led the way to the covered walkway that connected this building to the nearby shopping mall. She took short steps, keeping her legs pressed together.
“You okay?” asked Franz.
Kylie shook her head. “But I will be as soon as we find a restroom.” Her clenched fists drummed against her bare thighs. She paused for a moment, leaning against the wall panting. She glanced towards Franz and her face reddened slightly, but she said nothing.
Her breathing slowed and Kylie went back to walking, albeit at a much slower pace than before. They hadn’t made it there yet when she began hyperventilating again. “I can’t hold it any longer,” she moaned, bouncing haphazardly from foot to foot. Kylie gasped and Franz caught a brief glimpse of a wet spot between her legs as she wedged a glove hand over it.
“Look away, idiot.” Kylie glared at him, but the glare turned into more of a grimace as as she slammed her legs together, shuddering from the effort of not flooding her shorts.
Franz didn’t know what to say, but he also couldn’t keep himself from watching Kylie from the periphery of his vision as he looked up and down the corridor for passersby.
He could hear the drip even over the soft tapping of Kylie’s boots. “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she whimpered. “I’m not going to make it. I can’t.”
“Make yourself useful and keep a look out,” she hissed sharply at Franz.
Before he could ask what she meant, he heard the sound of spattering liquid and Kylie’s harsh breathing eased slightly. He was careful not to look, watching the ends of the corridor, although he had no idea how he would head off anyone that did happen to come this way, nor explain.
Finally, Kylie finished and he heard the sound of cloth and a zipper. Evidently she had taken off her shorts to keep from wetting them.
“You can turn around now,” said Kylie.
Franz turned to find Kylie standing in a large puddle, the area of her shorts between her legs still dripping wet and few stray drops still trailing down her legs. The expression on her face was extremely miserable and she appeared on the verge of tears.
He didn’t know what to do, so Franz did nothing at first. “Maybe we should go the restroom anyway,” he finally said. “Give you a chance to get cleaned up.”
“I suppose.” Kylie brushed away a gathering tear. With a great sniff, she forced herself to calm down. She looked back at Franz whose expression was perfectly neutral. “You aren’t laughing at me?”
“Why would I be laughing?” replied Franz straightforwardly.
Kylie gave him a small smile. “Actually, what you suggested is a good idea. I’ll head straight to restroom and wait in line. You go buy me a new pair of underwear and shorts.”
Now it was Franz’s turn to blush. “You want me to walk into a store and buy a pair of ladies’ underwear and shorts? Are you nuts?”
“Just tell the clerk they’re for your sister if you’re that concerned. Now git.”
Edited August 17, 2017 by Unbeknownst
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Chapter V: To The Skies
“You know, in all the traveling I’ve done, I’ve never actually been to Natsh.”
“You travel a lot?” Franz walked side by side with Kylie, both of them pulling rolling luggage. But where Kylie pulled only a single moderately sized bag, Franz pushed and pulled two large ones. He also wore a backpack that was completely filled. The school year had ended and Franz was on his way back home for the summer.
To his surprise, he found out the three of them would be flying together. The three of them being him, Kylie, and Lisa. He was right about Lisa being rich, her father was one of the higher ups at a media firm. What he had never suspected was that Lisa’s parents were friends of his parents. The firm that Lisa’s parents worked for was the same firm that published his father’s long running article series on card archaeology.
And for this year’s family vacation, they had decided to head to the picturesque City of Waterfalls to see the museum where Franz’s father worked as head of card department. As Lisa’s best friend, Kylie almost always tagged along.
Everyone rendezvoused at the baggage drop. Franz immediately felt under dressed. Lisa, her mother, and her younger sister were all dressed in elegant dresses while her two brothers and father all wore suits.
“You’d think we were going to another ball and not vacation,” joked Kylie as she got her bag weighed.
“Sssshhh. It’s a ‘business’ trip,” winked Lisa’s father. He grinned. “We actually forgot until we arrived that something more casual might be appropriate.”
Everybody dropped off their bags and made their way through security. “So you’re the famous Franz,” grinned Lisa’s father as he tied his shoes. “I didn’t think we’d meet Mike’s son until we got there.” The Mike he referred to was Franz’s father.
“Me too,” replied Franz. He turned to Lisa who was pulling her black coat back on over her lime colored dress. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Lisa held up her hands defensively. “How was I supposed to know?”
“So how do you two know each other?” asked Lisa’s father. “Name’s Dan.” He and Franz shook hands.
“He’s the guy I visit at the shop every weekend,” replied Lisa. She hunted around in her purse for her handkerchief which she used to dab at something in her eye.
“Oh ho. You think Kylie’s cousin tutoring you isn’t good enough?”
“She’s too busy to answer my questions. And she’s really only an expert at Rituals and Fusions.”
“But what qualifications does he have to answer your questions?” cut in Lisa’s older brother James. Her twin brother Derek nodded his agreement.
“He, well. Uh. I guess, he hasn’t been wrong yet? And he explains things very clearly.”
“He’s also the youngest Children’s Champion.” That bombshell threw everyone for a loop. Franz blushed and scratched the side of his head in embarrassment as everyone turned to stare at him.
“How do you know that, dear?” Dan asked his wife, Rose.
Rose smiled coyly. “Sarah told me once upon a time when we were talking.”
“You’re sure she wasn’t just making small talk?”
“Here.” Franz reached into his pants and pulled out a wallet, he withdrew a crumpled up slip of paper. On the paper were the words ‘Honorary Victor’, his name, and the date on which it was issued.
“What does it mean by ‘Honorary’ victor?” asked Lisa’s younger sister, Mary. Like Lisa, she had inherited their mother’s, dark brown hair and eyes.
“It means I didn’t officially win. I was disqualified from the tournament during the final match when I was up a game with lethal on board because I was too young. The Children’s Championship only allows children between the ages of nine and ten. I lied about my age, and they found out I was only eight when the tournament started.”
“What happened?”
Franz scowled deeply. Lisa hushed her sister. “Don’t bother him, Mary. It’s probably hurts to talk about it.”
“No it’s alright. The organizers gave me this slip of paper and sent me home after confiscating my deck and giving me a five year ban.” Franz sighed bitterly and took the slip back crumpling it into his wallet and shoving it into his pant pocket.
“Oh, I’m not looking forward to this.”
“What’s wrong?” Kylie glanced at her friend with concern. Lisa leaned her head against the window.
“It’s a five hour flight.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah, I’m going to be so stiff by the time we land it’ll take a crowbar to pry me out of the seat.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll ask the flight attendant for one.” Their party took up eight seats in total. Lisa had a window seat, Kylie in the aisle seat beside her. Behind them sat James and Derek. Across from them sat Lisa’s parents. Which left Franz sitting next to Mary for reasons he could not fathom. Wouldn’t the most reasonable seating arrangement be for him to sit with Kylie and Lisa with Mary?
Since they had pre-boarded, they had to wait for the rest of the passengers to board. Mary pulled out a stack of cards from her small pack and began going through them. “Do you play?” asked Franz conversationally.
She nodded. “A little bit. My deck isn’t as good as Lisa’s.”
“Not as good? What do you mean?”“She beats me all the time.”
“Well, she does have more experience and game knowledge than you.”
Mary pouted. “She’ll always have that.”
“True, but the difference will grow smaller over time. There’s only so much to know about the game and experience is easy to come by.”
While Franz was talking with Mary, Kylie and Lisa were having a very different conversation.
“It’s been happening to you also?” asked Lisa.
Kylie nodded. “I’ve been needing to go a lot more often lately. And when I need to go, it gets worse very quickly.”
Lisa frowned. “I went to the doctor’s, but she said that nothing was wrong with me.”“You went to see a doctor?” Kylie bit her lip. “That’s probably the right thing to do. I should do that at some point.”
Lisa sank into her seat. “I really hope I don’t need to go during the flight. I made sure to go just before boarding and I haven’t drunken anything since breakfast.”
“Same. I hate airplane restrooms.”
“I wonder if Mary did that as well?”
“You don’t know? Why is it that she’s sitting with Franz anyway?”
“Well she and I both want window seats. You know how Derek and James always sit together.”“Yeah, but isn’t it normally Mary with your mother while your father goes to sit somewhere else?”
Derek’s face poked over the seats from behind them. “I heard mom and dad talking about putting all the kids together.”
“Oh, I see. Thanks Derek.” Lisa’s eyes suddenly widened slightly. “Wait, you didn’t happen to hear what we were talking about before right?”
“Nope, just that last question.”
“Okay, good.”
“So what were you two talking about?”
“Nothing.” Lisa waved her hands in front of her face and Derek let the matter drop.
Kylie wasn’t paying attention to the exchange, but was instead watching Franz across the aisle. His hands moved animatedly as he gesticulated, clearly explaining something as he pointed to a specific card in Mary’s hand. |
Don’t Get Wet, Use the Toilet!
Splatoon 2 Fanfiction by MasterXploderWith thanks to Captain L for editing
(Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation… probably. Also contains my interpretation of their off-stage personalities since that’s never shown in the official game.)
Inkopolis Square, the most happening part of the city, was buzzing with activity today. Inklings, the squid and kid hybrids that made up much of the city’s population, bustled about in numbers greater than usual, and for good reason. Today was the day of the Splatfest, the city’s most popular event, where inklings would pick sides and compete in turf wars to win prizes and bragging rights for their team.
But first, they would need to know what these sides were, and they would soon get their answer. The big screen hanging on the Deca Tower flicked on, and a snazzy logo soon gave way to two hosts in front of a large ground floor window and another TV screen.
“Y’all know what time it is!” said Pearl the inkling, who lounged in a comfy chair.
“It’s Off the Hook, coming at you live from Inkopolis Square!” said Marina the octoling, standing behind a DJ turntable.
“I hope none of you forgot what day it is today!”
Marina giggled. “How could anyone forget? It’s Splatfest Day at last!”
“Right on! Speaking of forgetting, how about we remind our viewers what debate tonight’s Splatfest is gonna decide?”
“Good idea! Tonight’s Splatfest is all about…” Marina scratched the turntable in time to the music. The TV behind them then switched to two drawings, one of a coffee pot on the left, and the other of a fancy cup with the string of a tea bag coming out on the right.
“It’s the clash of caffeinated concoctions!” said Pearl, “Are you a fan of the morning joe?”
“Or is a cup of tea more your speed?”
“I still don’t get how you can enjoy that junk.” Pearl pointed at her co-host. “Tea is such a boring drink. Coffee is better in every way!”
“No way! Coffee is gross,” said a pouting Marina. “No matter what you add to it, it always tastes like boiled dirt. But tea is so smooth and comforting, I could drink it all day!”
“Isn’t boiled dirt basically what tea is? Also, you can’t beat coffee for your daily caffeine fix. That’s why they call it the best part of waking up!”
“But then it makes you crash in the middle of the day,” said Marina, “And aren’t you a little young to be drinking that stuff anyway?”
Pearl crossed her arms behind her head. “Pfft, what makes you say that?”
“Well, it’s just that coffee stunts your growth when you’re young, and I don’t think you need that stunted more than it already is.”
“O-Oh yeah!?” Pearl stammered, shaking her head like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Well, aren’t you a little young to be wearing an outfit like that?”
“W-what’s my outfit have anything to do with this?” Marina put a hand on her top, which was little more than a partially-unzipped leather bra.
“I’m just looking out for you. Wouldn’t want you to spill a hot cup of tea and get third-degree burns all over.”
“I am more than capable of holding a cup, thank you very much!”
Pearl turned back to the camera. “Whatever, we’ll let the viewers decide the better beverage.”
Marina returned to her regular meek smile. “Right, remember to go to the booth and sign up for your team to receive your special Splatfest t-shirt.”
“And don’t worry, fans of the beans.” Pearl threw her arms up in celebration. “As a special for tonight, we’ll have free coffee available to help you get your splat on all night!”
Marina put her hands together. “Same goes to supporters of Team Tea. There’ll be more flavors and varieties than you could shake an inkbrush at!”
“But before we get to enjoy all that, let’s get everyone up to date on the current rotation.”
Marina nodded. “Yup, time to check out the available stages for ranked, unranked, and league play!”
And so, the rest of the show went along normally, with Pearl breaking down each stage and Marina leaving a chirpy but snarky remark as dictated by the teleprompter. Before long, they were already at the closing segment.
“And that’s all the time we’ve got!” said Pearl, hopping out of her seat while Marina moved the turntable aside. “Until next time…”
“Don’t get cooked, stay off the hook!” they both declared as they smiled and struck a pose together.
A few seconds passed before the red light on the camera turned off. “Alright girls, good work this morning!” said their manager from his seat. “Go ahead and take a few minutes to yourselves, then we’ll start prepping for the Splatfest.”
“Thank you, everybody!” said Marina while the camera crew cleared out. Pearl merely shot them a smile and a “rock on” gesture.
As soon as they were alone in the room, their only witnesses the inklings and jellyfish looking in from outside, the girls sat down at a nearby table. Pearl poured herself a cup of coffee from a fresh pot while Marina grabbed a glass of iced tea. “Big night ahead of us,” started Pearl, “This might be our only chance to kick back until tomorrow. You excited?”
“Of course! Splatfests always get my ink pumping like nothing else.” Marina’s cheerful grin lowered to a sheepish smile. “By the way, I know I say this every time, but I hope I wasn’t too mean with some of my lines. Sometimes, I think the teleprompter is trying to make me sound like a… you know.”
“Nah, it’s cool.” Pearl waved it off with a hand. “I couldn’t make it this far in the business if I didn’t know how to take some ribbing.”
Marina stared at her glass for a moment. “I mean, it’s just that you’re the first and best friend I’ve had since I came to Inkopolis, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m being ungrateful.”
Pearl chuckled. “You kidding? I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make me not wanna be your friend.”
“W-wait, you really mean that?” said Marina, a hint of pink appearing on her cheeks.
“For realsies, Marina. You can chillax on that front, okay? Now how about we talk about some of the fashion disasters competing today? I saw one kid wearing a paintball mask, a tank top, and get this, socks with sandals!” Pearl busted out laughing. “It’s like, does that gear have good stats, or did he forget to do his laundry?”
“No way!” said Marina, finding herself giggling as well. She had to admit, Pearl always knew how to cheer her up and put her worries at ease. She took another sip of tea and listened to Pearl go on about fashion-blind inklings and whatnot in contentment. Tonight’s Splatfest was gonna be great; she couldn’t think of anything that could possibly spoil it.
Ohh, I drank too much tea.
Night had come, and the Splatfest was in full swing. As always, Marina enjoyed a great view of the festivities from the stage atop the Deca Tower lobby. Inklings, jellyfish, and other creatures danced and cheered underneath bright neon lights while fireworks lit up the sky. Pearl danced and rapped in front of her, lost in her own tune, while the octoling worked the turntables to make the freshest beats in all of Inkopolis.
This would all normally bring Marina nothing but pleasant feelings and memories, the kind that make her feel tingly all over for days afterwards. Right now, however, all she could think about was the large quantity of tea she had drunk over the course of the day. As much as she liked tea, she had forgotten about its pesky diuretic properties in lieu of focusing on the Splatfest. As such, even though she had made sure to use the bathroom before going on stage, her bladder was already demanding to be emptied a mere couple hours later.
Marina quietly thanked the fact that the current song was more focused on Pearl than her. With most of the attention on her friend, she could squeeze her legs and bounce in place to ease the strain, if only just a little. Still, she doubted she could last much longer at her current pace, especially if they played any tunes that required her to do some dancing.
Speaking of, Marina had kept a close eye on Pearl as a way to distract herself from the constant pressure, and she had noticed something off about her friend. Sure, she was dancing and rapping to keep the crowd energized, but her movements seemed a little stiffer than normal, and her voice had hints of being forced.
Don’t tell me she needs to pee, too? Marina wondered. She couldn’t think of any other explanation, as Pearl didn’t seem ill before the show started. Then again, all that coffee may just be making her too jittery to perform at her best. She would have to check up on her as soon as they could get off the stage.
And as luck would have it, a few seconds after Pearl landed the big finish for the tune, the girls heard their manager speaking through their earpieces. “Alright ladies, there’s another televised match comin’ up. Come on down and take a few minutes to yourself.”
Nodding together, Pearl waved to the audience and yelled “Okay, kids and squids! We’ll be back in a few, so keep this party going until then!” Meanwhile, Marina put the turntables on standby and shot one last smile to the audience before they departed.
The moment they were offstage and out of view, Pearl dropped her grin. “Ugh, I was starting to think we'd never get a break tonight.”
“Me too!” Marina glanced at her friend. “Um, are you feeling alright?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” asked Pearl, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, you seemed a little... stiff out there.”
“What do you mean ‘stiff’? I'm as fresh as ever!” Pearl raised her arms in a pose.
A moment passed while the two stared at each other, but then Pearl suddenly gasped and brought her arms down and her legs together.
“That doesn’t look very fresh to me,” said Marina.
“Okay, so I gotta whiz pretty bad,” replied a fidgeting Pearl, “I don’t know how I made it through those last couple tunes.” Her eyes lowered into a glare. “If you’re gonna snark about it, can you make it quick?”
“No no, I wasn’t gonna do that!” Marina waved her hands. “Actually, I really gotta go, too.”
“Wait, seriously?”
Marina nodded and put her hands to her groin. “All that tea went through me like a shot from a charger. I even went before we started and everything.”
“Then why are we standing here complaining about it?” Pearl turned in the direction of the studio and took off. “Last one to the bathroom is a rotten salmonid egg!”
“Hey, no fair!” the octoling yelled back while she ran after her. In truth, she wasn’t too happy about the impromptu race as it would tire her out, but at least this way, it would get her to the toilets that much quicker. She allowed herself to smile knowing that relief was only a few moments away.
“What do you mean the toilets are broken!?”
Pearl glared and tapped her foot at the jellyfish repairman standing next to the restrooms, the door closed and a big “Do not enter” sign in front of it.
“Bluh, apology for the inconveniencing,” said Jelonzo, “Pipe has busting all over floor. Entire plumbing being shut down in order to make the fixing. Please to understand.”
“You should understand there’s gonna be a lot more liquid on the floor if you don’t let us in there!” Pearl’s brow furrowed so much, Marina worried that it would be permanently stuck that way.
“Very not advised, miss kid-squid,” said Jelonzo, putting up two of his tentacles. “Commode is having no water to flush. Also bad smell, I am told. Am very happy jellyfish not have nose right now.”
“Urgh, you have to be squidding me! I just used them before the Splatfest!”
Seeing that this was going nowhere fast, Marina put her hand on Pearl’s shoulder, leaving the other one near her groin. “Hey, forget about it. Let’s just go use the porta-potties outside. I know they always set some up for Splatfests near the square.”
Pearl turned to her while still frowning. “But we’re super-popular celebrities, Marina. The instant we go outside, we’ll get stampeded with autographs and selfie requests. Not that I mind that normally, but we’d never get close to the toilets.”
“I know, but we don’t have any other choice.” Marina rested a finger on her chin. “If only there was a way to hide while we waited in line.”
Pearl wiggled her hips side to side. “Well, we better come up with something fast. I’d rather we didn’t have to make a wardrobe change in the middle of a concert.”
“Wait, that’s it!” Marina exclaimed, her eyes lit up.
“What is it?” asked Pearl. “Please don’t suggest we actually wet ourselves and change clothes.”
“No, our wardrobe department! They have all kinds of costumes. There’s gotta be something we can disguise ourselves with in there.”
Pearl gasped in realization. “Holy carp, you’re right! Why didn’t I think of that?”
“The staff might still be in there organizing for the next show,” said Marina, turning in the direction of the department. “Come on, before we have to get back on stage!”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Pearl as they ran off, leaving Jelonzo alone in the hallway. He rubbed the back of his head and sighed.
“I wondering if Jelfonzo maybe having room for other fish of jelly at shop.”
“How’s the coast?” asked Pearl.
Marina glanced around the corner of the square. Inklings continued to party and dance about to the music despite the stars not currently performing.
“It’s busy, but everyone’s distracted. I think if we keep our heads down, we can reach the toilets,” she replied.
“Then let’s move! My ink tank is ready to blow.”
As quickly and inconspicuously as they could, the duo walked into the square, revealing their “disguises,” as they could generously be called. Marina had put on sunglasses and a bandanna around her mouth, while Pearl hid her face behind a paintball mask. Aside from this, their outfits were completely unchanged, partly because they didn’t have time to change into and out of full disguises and still get back on stage, but mostly because they didn’t want to hassle with them inside the porta-potties.
Even more suspicious was the stiff way they walked, the urge to pee having grown too strong to let them walk normally. Instead, their upper legs rubbed together and at least one hand remained on their groin at all times.
But whether nobody looked in their direction or their disguises actually worked, they soon crossed the entire square without drawing any attention. Despite their bladders weighing them down, both girls allowed themselves to smile from their success.
“Wait, that actually worked? Noice!” said Pearl while they walked.
“I told you we’d be fine,” said Marina. “And look, the bathrooms are just around this corner.” She pointed at a sign set up by the committee with an arrow and the restroom symbols.
Pearl immediately broke into a jog upon hearing this, rounding the corner. “Oh man, I can't wait to get in there, sit on that throne, and… what the shell!?”
“What’s wrong?” Marina quickly caught up to her, but she didn't have to finish turning the corner to see the problem. “Oh no…”
Lines. Long ones, at least fifteen inklings if not more in front of every toilet. Worse still, many of them, boys and girls alike, had varying combinations of crossed legs, hands on their groins, slight forward bend, and hopping in place. It seemed that the singers were not the only ones who had been affected by all the coffee and tea, and the committee in charge of preparing the square did not anticipate this.
“W-what are we supposed to do now?” asked Pearl.
“I… don’t know,” was all Marina could say. What could they do? These were the only open bathrooms she knew were nearby, but there was no way they would have enough time or strength to stand in line for that long. With how desperate everyone else looked, she doubted they could use their celebrity status to cut in line, not to mention all the other problems attempting that could make. For the first time that night, Marina found herself at a complete loss of ideas.
As she wondered while shaking her hips, both singers soon took notice of one of the girls standing in line, whose fidgeting had suddenly grown more frantic. She bounced from one foot to the other, both hands firmly pressed into her shorts while frantically looking around in panic. Then, just as quickly, she stood completely still, then slowly fell onto her knees and bottom. A puddle pooled around her and tears ran down her cheeks while a boy standing behind her put his hand on her shoulder and tried saying comforting words to her.
Perhaps out of a subconscious sympathy or from added visual stimuli, the sight of someone letting go sent a signal to the duo’s bladders, and they soon felt a warm dribble hit their underwear. “Eep!” they both squeaked, instantly joining the rest of the crowd in their collective potty dance. Whatever speed their minds were racing at before doubled in a heartbeat.
“Aah, I can’t take this anymore!” declared Pearl. She turned and ran off down a side street, hands firmly on her groin.
“Pearl, wait up!” Marina yelled as she gave chase, their disguises flying off in the rush.
The chase went on for a couple minutes, taking them through several winding streets and side roads. Despite the pounding pain from her bladder and the fatigue of running, Marina refused to let her friend out of sight. Her need to pee may have been powerful, but her concern for Pearl’s well-being was just a little stronger.
“Where are you going!?” she yelled out as they turned onto yet another empty alley.
“I-I don't know, somewhere!” replied Pearl, whose run had deteriorated into a half-jog, half-waddle. “Th-there's gotta be an open bathroom, or a bush, or a dumpster or, or-!”
At that moment, Pearl gasped and her talking and running came to a dead stop, allowing Marina to finally catch up to her. “Pearl?” she asked in a half-whisper once directly behind her.
Pearl responded with only a small whimper. Marina opened her mouth to say something else, but it would not come to be. A bright flash from a firework exploding behind them lit up the dark alley, showing everything she needed to see.
A dark patch had grown on the insides of Pearl’s pink tights, steadily making its way down her legs, some of it leaking through the fabric and dripping away. There was no denying it: Pearl had lost the battle and was now giving her pants and underwear a very unfresh dye job.
Marina could feel nothing but sympathy for her friend. She reached out towards Pearl, wanting to comfort her in some way, any way she could.
“Oohh!” Pearl suddenly moaned and twitched, making Marina retract her hand. The next moment, the octoling picked up a faint hissing noise and the sound of liquid hitting the ground. Pearl had fully surrendered to her bladder’s demands and fully opened the floodgates. The drops coming from between Pearl’s legs turned into a tiny stream dribbling all over the place. Meanwhile, the streaks on her legs grew bigger and farther, reaching all the way into her shoes.
But immediately after witnessing this, Marina let out a gasp herself. The warmth in her shorts grew bigger, and no amount of clenching she could muster would stop it. Exhausted from all the running and pressure battering it, her bladder could no longer hold it all back, letting out a slow but steady leak.
Everything that had transpired up to this point rendered Marina’s mind blank. Things like modesty or her celebrity status no longer mattered to her. She was simply a girl who needed to pee, and she was going to pee now. As such, she beared no mind to their location as she yanked her pants and underwear and proceeded to lower herself to the ground.
But she didn’t even make it that far when her body fully cut loose, releasing a powerful stream of a slightly-tinted oil-like liquid onto the ground. Still only halfway to a squat, her knees bent and bottom angled so the pee splattered slightly behind her, Marina froze in place and allowed nature to run its course right where she stood.
The pleasure was immediate, spreading a relieving tingling sensation from her groin to the rest of her body, and she could not help but smile without shame. She felt a word on her tongue, and let it out in a long sigh, as it was the only one that could perfectly describe her feelings in that moment.
“Woomy.”
Even as her pee went on and on, lasting twenty, then thirty, then forty seconds and beyond, Marina continued to enjoy her potty time. It was only when the stream began to taper off that the reality of her situation came to her. She was a famous singer who had just undressed and peed in a public location, her rear end sticking out the whole time and her puddle growing large enough to reach the back of her shoes. A streak of pink lit up her brown face as she pulled her pants back up, wincing at the extra wetness but thankful that her shorts were black and rather thick.
Just as she was modest again, another whimper from Pearl reminded Marina of her friend’s less fortunate outcome. She brought her attention back to Pearl and saw what she had expected to see: saturated leggings, a sizeable puddle that reached her boots, and her back still turned, not moving a muscle.
“Um, Pearl?” Marina asked.
“What?” Her voice came in a low, blunt tone.
“Do you n-need my help?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? What if I-”
“I said I don’t want it!” Pearl turned around, revealing not just an angry scowl, but eyes full of tears. The sight caused Marina to be taken aback; never before had she seen Pearl so upset.
“W-what?” she slowly mumbled.
“I pissed myself, okay!? I s-s-soaked my pants because I’m a stupid kid who c-can’t hold her coffee!” She kicked at the ground, her gaze avoiding the octoling. “Why should I ask for anyone’s help? You’re the one everyone likes. You can hold it like a big girl.”
Somehow, despite staring into Pearl’s angry and messy face, Marina knew just what to say next. She reached out and took Pearl’s hand into her own.
“Because friends help each other out, just like how you helped me when I didn’t know a thing about life in Inkopolis,” she said with a smile. “I don’t even wanna think about how many embarrassing moments you helped me through. It’s only right that I help you out, too.”
A few seconds passed in silence while they let Marina’s speech sink in. “Friend, huh?” Pearl asked with a sniff. “You sure you still wanna be friends with someone who just wet themselves?”
Marina giggled a bit. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do to make me not want to be your friend.”
At this, Pearl let out a small gasp, her angry complexion having a hint of fading away. Marina couldn’t help herself, and pulled her friend into a hug. Pearl stood in surprise at first, but it only took a few moments before she raised her arms and returned the hug.
“You’re not gonna say a word about this, are you?”
“Not for all the ice cream in the world,” said Marina as she felt the warmth of her friend’s hug spread through her.
“Cake is still better,” grumbled Pearl.
“Of course it is.”
It wasn’t much longer before they let each other go, at which point Marina noticed that Pearl was no longer mad or teary-eyed. She didn’t look very happy at the moment, but at least the worst of it was passed them now.
“Ugh, so what am I gonna do?” Pearl looked at her soaked legs. “There’s no way I’m not gonna be seen if we go back the way we came.”
Marina put a finger to her chin. “Hmm, then I guess we’ll just have to take a side road back to the studio. We can get you cleaned up and changed there.”
“You sure you know where you’re going?”
Marina pulled out an arrow-shaped cell phone. “As long as the maps on here are up to date.”
“Now you’re thinking like an inkling.” Pearl chuckled for the first time since her wetting.
With a smile, Marina turned around. “Alright, now let’s get out of here before somebody finds...” She never finished the sentence, instead choosing to gasp and nearly drop her phone. It didn’t take long for Pearl to see the reason why, either.
Standing at the end of the alley was an inkling girl, the same one the singers had witnessed wetting herself, her eyes and mouth wide open and her body completely still. There was no telling how long she had been there, but between the puddles and Pearl's pants, there was also no hiding what had transpired.
All three girls remained motionless for what seemed like forever, their faces burning with blush. Eventually, Marina slowly raised her hand and waved at the girl. “Um, h-hi?”
The girl’s eyes rolled upwards and she fell to the ground, leaving Pearl and Marina to stare at their fainted fan for a few moments.
“You wanna know something, Marina?”
“What is it?”
“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back on stage in time.”
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It had been a fairly uneventful Saturday. Jenny and Annie spent most of the day doing homework. Now, Annie was out to dinner with her boyfriend and Jenny was laying on the couch watching Netflix. About an hour and a half after Annie had left, Jenny's phone vibrated. It was a text from Annie: "Hey, are you dry???" Jenny paused for a second a queried her bladder. "No. Why?" She replied as she started peeing her pants. Pee was still splattering on the floor as her phone vibrated again: "Can you clean up please? Matt is coming over and I have to show you something!!!" Jenny smiled and replied "Sure thing sis, give me 15." Jenny really liked Matt. He treated Annie like a princess and made her very happy. They were a very cute couple. They had been dating for almost a year and a half and Jenny could guess what had happened. "Finally!" she thought to herself as her stream of pee died out. The backside of her jeans were soaked from the waistband down to her knees. The back of her shirt was wet too and she had made a huge mess on the couch and floor. Luckily, the couch was fake leather, so it was easy to clean and dry. Jenny sat up and admired her mess. Then she took off her shirt and pants and used them to mop up most of the pee on the couch and floor. She walked to her bedroom and threw the clothing in her hamper. Still wearing nothing but her matching black, lace lined, satin panties and bra, she went to the kitchen and grabbed some paper towels to wipe up the pee residue. Back in her room, she put on black yoga pants over her still wet panties and a navy blue t-shirt. She inspected the couch and floor once more to make sure she didn't miss anything and then returned to watching Netflix.
10 minutes later the apartment door opened and Annie walked in with Matt. "Hey sis!" Annie greeted Jenny as she swooped in for a hug. Jenny stood up and returned the embrace. As they parted Jenny greeted Matt "Hey Matt, how's it going?" Matt smiled through his trimmed and well groomed beard and responded "Great Jenny, how are you?" Jenny was interrupted by Annie jumping up and down holding out her hand spouting "Look! Look! Look!" Jenny clasped her hands to her face and shouted "Oh my gosh!" as she admired the beautiful white gold ring with a full carat diamond planted on it. Annie and Jenny joined hands and jumped around in circles screaming incoherently like school girls. Matt inserted himself into the circle and jumped around screaming with them. He was always enthusiastic and slightly goofy like that. It was part of why Jenny liked him for Annie, he made them both laugh. They stopped jumping and Jenny gave her sister another hug saying "I'm so happy for you! Congratulations!" Annie replied "Thank you! I'm so excited!" Jenny threw out an ironic sarcasm: "I'm so excited I could pee my pants!" Annie's eyes widened and a slight momentary fear crossed her face as she half expected Jenny to do it, but it was instantly laid to rest once Jenny laughed at her own sarcasm. Matt had brought home a bottle of champagne for celebrating. Jenny retrieved three glasses from the kitchen and they all sat on the couch brainstorming wedding plans.
The next morning Jenny and Annie talked about living arrangements. Inevitably, Annie and Matt would be wanting to live together once they were married. Matt had the fortunate luck of his parents living within bike riding distance of the university, so he lived in their basement. They came to the decision that Jenny would move out. The apartment they lived in was just a little too much for Jenny to afford on her own in conjunction with other bills, so they felt it made more sense for Jenny to move into a smaller one with lower rent by herself. There was still 6 months until the wedding, so Jenny had plenty of time. After their conversation, Jenny went to her room to look at apartments online. She sat in her computer chair and opened her laptop. She felt the cold dampness of the chair seep through her pants. Yesterday, she had sat here doing homework for a few hours and peed herself twice, then twice again later as she alternated between playing video games and watching porn. She had anticipated her time at the computer being very wet, so she had circled towels around the chair on the floor. She would have put them under her chair, but she loves hearing the splatter on the hard linoleum floor. She had gotten up only to refill her water bottle and for meals.
As she opened her web browser typed "apartments" into the search box, she again flooded her chair with pee. The cold damp seat quickly became warm and soaked. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she listen to her urine stream to the floor. Even though she had been doing it since she was a teenager, peeing her pants still turned her on immensely. She put her left hand in her crotch and, through her pants, felt the warm stream lose pressure until it stopped. She gently rubbed herself as she listened to the splattering on the floor slow to silence. She opened her eyes and used her right hand to work the mouse and keyboard while her left still worked her soaked pants and clit. She opened and incognito tab and typed in one of her favorite search terms. She heard footsteps in the hallway behind her. She had forgotten to close her door. It didn't stop her. She slipped her left hand into her wet panties as she clicked on a sexy looking video. The footsteps stopped in the doorway to her room just as the girl in the video started peeing her pants. Jenny rubbed herself with a smooth, pleasureful rhythm as she glanced over her shoulder. Annie stood in the doorway leaning against the frame. She had a small bowl of ice cream and was spooning it into her mouth. Jenny turned back to the computer and kept masturbating. Annie, amused, watched as Jenny masturbated through two more videos. Once her ice cream bowl was empty, she returned to the kitchen. Several minutes later, Jenny climaxed. She moaned loudly on purpose, a sort of taunt to Annie for watching her. |
Business meetings at the Shānzhài Corporation were long, and drinking was heavy. This would have been fine, except that the new boss forbade anyone to leave these interminable meetings, and not everyone was graced with such a large bladder as he. As Wú Yànyàn downed yet another glass of báijiǔ in a toast to future success, she pressed her other hand into her skirt and silently begged whatever deities might exist for the strength to endure the rest of the meeting and then get to the toilet downstairs.
Whatever deities there were weren't listening. Her bladder ached for release, and her legs were trembling from the strain of holding back the tide. She crossed them as tightly as she could, but it wasn't lessening the pain enough. While she was trying to remain optimistic about the situation, getting to the ladies' room before the agony forced her to yield seemed increasingly unlikely.
Sitting next to her, Zhāng Wěi noticed Wú Yànyàn's distress, and also speculated on whether she would be able to maintain her dignity in these circumstances. The baser instincts in him lusted to see urine trickle down her legs, but, as a gentleman, he wished that she wouldn't be publicly humiliated.
"You look like you really need to pee," he whispered to her. "Do you think you'll be OK?"
"Honestly, I don't know..." she whispered back, tears coming to her eyes. Not only was she risking humiliation in front of all her work colleagues, but right next to a handsome man she really should have mustered the courage to ask out by now. The businesswoman's life wasn't nearly as glamourous as she had been led to believe.
Zhāng Wěi thought of saying "if you have an accident, I don't mind," but thought better of it, not wanting to seem too creepy in front of a beautiful woman he really should have mustered the courage to ask out by now. He felt ashamed at himself for getting an erection, but it couldn't be helped. This was the stuff of fantasy, of dirty Japanese videos shamefully masturbated to alone at night. But, once removed from fantasy, there was the necessity of compassion for the poor lady's predicament which added far more guilt to the arousal than anyone could ever want.
In these meetings, seniors spoke - and my, did they speak - and juniors listened. Both Wú Yànyàn and Zhāng Wěi found it difficult to even feign attention to their self-congratulatory speeches, but they did what they could to not look conspicuous. Under the table, though, Wú Yànyàn was shifting in her seat and clutching her bladder through her skirt, and Zhāng Wěi had a sizable lump in his trousers. How much longer could this go on for? Wú Yànyàn fought back the tears as she sought any strength she had left in her to endure the pain just a few minutes more. She was impressed with how long she'd been able to stay dry, clenching through surges of desperation without feeling the dreaded wet warmth in her knickers. Hopefully she could keep going - or, rather, keep from going - until the meeting was over. Hopefully.
Finally, finally, the meeting ended. Wú Yànyàn breathed a sigh of relief, then clenched with all the strength she had left as the slight relaxation almost made her leak. Somehow, she'd managed to find the strength to hold through the meeting, but actually getting to the toilet was another question entirely. She had to get there. She had to...
"I guess you're going for a pee, then," said Zhāng Wěi, covering his erection with his briefcase as he stood up. "I'm going as well, so we can meet up outside the toilets if you want."
"Thanks for the offer..." Wú Yànyàn said, as she tried to muster the strength to get up without leaking. "I really, really need to go..."
Clutching her briefcase in one hand and her bladder in the other, Wú Yànyàn stood up. A spasm of desperation struck her, and she squirmed on the spot, bending over from the pain. Zhāng Wěi could hardly believe his eyes. A gorgeous woman was potty dancing in front of him in a very revealing miniskirt. This was the best evening he could remember, which said a lot for the sad state of his life.
Recovering as much as she could, Wú Yànyàn began her agonising walk to the toilets, grimacing from the strain of holding it in. Going down those stairs would be unbearable. Once she got to the top of the flight, she squirmed on the spot again, desperately trying to steel herself for the walk down. Zhāng Wěi stood next to her, in awe of her body writhing in anguish. He had to be professional. Much as he desired to, he mustn't suggest that she just let go in her skirt in front of him. He stayed respectfully silent as she took the first step down the stairs. It was OK! She was still dry. Now another step...now another step...this was fine. She was going to get there, just in time. Sure enough, there was the sign for the toilets, and there was no queue. Sometimes there were advantages to being the only woman in the meeting.
Wú Yànyàn's brief relaxation turned to absolute horror as she felt a warm spurt in her knickers. She'd heard of the psychological effect of seeing a toilet on desperation before, but she never thought it would befall her. She dropped her briefcase and plunged both hands into her skirt to stop the leak. She managed, but it was too late; a trickle of urine was snaking down her leg.
"Fuck!" she shouted, not caring at all if her superiors heard her swear. "Fuck, fuck...I'm pissing myself..." The first tear trickled down her cheek. She tried to step forwards towards the toilets, but that only led to a fresh leak warming her knickers. After another step, she gave in. Urine gushed down her legs and soaked her skirt as tears flowed from her eyes. Wú Yànyàn may have been the prettiest girl with the best grades in her school, but all that meant nothing to her exhausted sphincter, which just couldn't take it any more. The humiliating relief brought a rush of emotions to her that she simply couldn't process.
Watching this all from beside her, Zhāng Wěi struggled not to orgasm. Trying to think how a gentleman would react to this situation, he picked up Wú Yànyàn's briefcase. The other men in the queue for the men's toilet shook their heads and grumbled to each other. This woman might be good at her job, but her bladder control certainly left something to be desired.
"I can't believe this," said Wú Yànyàn. "I'm so sorry...I couldn't hold it..."
"I can't believe this either," said Zhāng Wěi. Seeing the emotional agony Wú Yànyàn was going through made him feel even guiltier about his erection, but the testosterone was flowing through him. To hell with protocol, he was going to ask Wú Yànyàn to come home with him - after she'd cleaned up, that is.
"You go and clean yourself up, and I'll meet you here," he said. "Do you want your briefcase back?"
"Yeah, thanks," she said, trying to force a smile. She took the briefcase and walked into the toilet cubicle, her wet skirt sticking to her legs. Once inside, she cleaned her legs with toilet paper, and wrung her knickers out over the toilet. She had to decide between wearing the clammy knickers home or stuffing them in her skirt pocket and going bare underneath. She chose the latter; someone seeing her genitals couldn't make her humiliation any worse. She'd ruined her chance of scoring with Zhāng Wěi forever; who'd want to date a girl who pissed herself in public, however hot or smart she was? This was the worst night of her life.
Emerging from the toilet, she found Zhāng Wěi waiting outside, as he promised.
"Hey," he said. "Do you want to...come home with me tonight? You must feel awful, and I'm pretty good at making girls feel good...I'm sorry if this isn't the time, that came out wrong..."
Wú Yànyàn couldn't believe her ears. Her most attractive colleague had just invited her home for sex when she'd just pissed herself in front of him. He was obviously taking advantage of her when she was emotionally vulnerable, but, being emotionally vulnerable, she didn't care. Fucking a hot guy would restore the self esteem which had gushed out of her onto the floor a few minutes earlier.
"Yeah, sure," she said. "Sex would be great. I've actually had a crush on you since I met you..." She blushed.
"Same," said Zhāng Wěi. "Come on, I'll get a taxi."
To be continued...
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As she stepped out into the steamy Guǎngzhōu night, Wú Yànyàn's heart was racing. The prospect of sex was already making her excited, and wearing no knickers made her even more so. Zhāng Wěi approached the cab driver and told him his address, then opened the back door, shifted over to the far seat, and beckoned Wú Yànyàn to get in. Being far more careful than usual not to expose herself, she climbed into the seat next to Zhāng Wěi and did up her seat belt.
"Your lady friend looks like she's been crying," said the cab driver as he drove away. "I hope you're going to be nice to her, she's very beautiful."
"Yeah..." said Wú Yànyàn. "I...oh, this is so embarrassing, I can't say..."
"She wet herself, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Wú Yànyàn, another pang of humiliation sweeping her. "How did you know?"
"You smell of pee," said the cab driver, "and I drive drunk girls home all the time. I'm used to seeing wet skirts."
Had he not done so well in his exams, Zhāng Wěi knew what he would now be doing.
"It was a really long meeting, and we weren't allowed to leave..." said Wú Yànyàn. "I just couldn't wait."
"It's not that big a deal," said the cab driver. "You'll laugh about this in future."
Wú Yànyàn hoped so, but she wasn't in the mood for laughing right now.
The taxi pulled up outside an apartment block, and Zhāng Wěi paid the driver and got out. Wú Yànyàn followed, accidentally flashing him as she did so. They walked into the building, and Zhāng Wěi called a lift.
"So..." he said. "You're naked under your skirt..."
"Yeah," said Wú Yànyàn. "It was the least worst option..."
"It's certainly a sexy option," said Zhāng Wěi. "Although wearing your wet knickers would be pretty cute too..."
"Sorry, what?" said Wú Yànyàn, incredulous. "How the hell are wet knickers sexy?"
Zhāng Wěi silently cursed himself. He really shouldn't have given his fetish away that early. Hopefully it wouldn't spoil the evening.
"I...have a fetish," he said, looking down at his shoes. "I like girls who really have to pee...especially when they don't get to the toilet in time."
"Wow, that's weird," said Wú Yànyàn. "But lucky, I guess, given the circumstances..."
The lift doors opened and they stepped in. Zhāng Wěi pressed the button for the tenth floor, and the doors closed.
"Wait..." said Zhāng Wěi. "So...you're not freaked out?"
"No," said Wú Yànyàn. "I'm not going to turn down sex with my hot colleague because he has a weird fetish that happens to perfectly suit my circumstances."
Zhāng Wěi spontaneously hugged her, then quickly backed out as he almost climaxed in his pants.
"My high school girlfriend dumped me after I told her about my fetish," he said. "Then she told all her friends, and none of them would go out with me either."
"That's so mean," said Wú Yànyàn. "I'd never do something like that."
The lift reached the tenth floor, and they stepped out. Zhāng Wěi led the way to his room, and unlocked the door.
"She wasn't a nice girl," he said, "but I really didn't handle it well..."
*****
Liú Xiùyīng was proof that beauty and honesty didn't always go together. She was easily the most attractive girl in her class, but her conduct was execrable. Zhāng Wěi, then a teenager under the effective command of his testicles, had happily succumbed to her advances, but, as he promised yet again to meet her after hours of detention, he did wonder if perhaps he wasn't with the right girl.
"This is so fucking unfair," she said. "I have to do this assignment which will take, like, 3 fucking hours, I'm not allowed to piss, and I already need to go. This is going to be tough."
"Be strong," he said. "You're a tough girl. You can hold it."
His erection, though, wished she couldn't, and motivated him to make a very inappropriate compliment.
"You're so hot when you have to pee."
"What?" she said. "You think it's hot when I have to piss?"
"Yeah..." he said, "I know, it's weird..."
"It's really fucking weird." She looked at him, obviously disgusted. "Is that some kind of fetish?"
"Yeah," he said. "I'm not hoping you piss yourself or anything, I'm just saying it's really hot when you need to go..."
"That's fucked up," she said.
As Zhāng Wěi sat in the corridor and tried to focus on his homework, he was pestered by fantasies of his girlfriend shamefully trudging out of the room in a soaking wet skirt. She looked pretty desperate when she went in, and it had already been 2 hours...surely she couldn't endure the pain much longer...he was such a pervert. Why did he have to have this fetish?
Inside the room, Liú Xiùyīng was struggling. Fidgeting with her skirt was no longer enough, and she pressed her hand into her crotch in a vain attempt to ease the pain. Her legs were trembling from the exertion of holding it, and she still had 3 problems to complete before the teacher would let her go. If only she'd paid attention in those classes, she wouldn't have to consult her text book now to do these questions, and she wouldn't be edging ever closer to humiliation. One particular integration just had her stuck, and she couldn't find a way to do it. A surge of desperation barely left her knickers dry. She raised her hand.
"Please, Teacher," she said, "I can't do this question. Can you help me?"
"I can," said the teacher, "but I won't. I explained this in class yesterday, and you, being far too smart for school, instead sent lewd text messages to your boyfriend and played Pokemon. The method for solving the problem is in your book."
"Please," she said. "I'm absolutely bursting to pee, I'll wet myself if I don't finish soon."
"Last time you said that, you went to the toilets to smoke and drink báijiǔ. I don't believe you."
Liú Xiùyīng cursed herself for being so stupid. Abusing her toilet privileges had resulted in losing them completely. And she really, really needed them now.
At length, she finally worked out how to solve the problem, thanks to thorough perusal of her book. She still had 2 problems to go, though, and her bladder was nearing the limits of its endurance. Knotting her legs around each other as tightly as she could, she embarked on the last 2 questions. Surges of desperation were now hitting her with increasing frequency and severity, and it took all the strength she could muster not to leak. So far, not a single drop had escaped, but she knew it would be very unlikely she could get to the toilet dry. Hopefully she could minimise the damage, and her boyfriend wouldn't see urine trickling down her legs...wetting was feeling a little enticing compared to the agony of holding it. But she couldn't give in until the pain compelled her to do so. At least then she could say she tried her best.
Somehow, somehow, she managed to complete the last 2 problems without leaking. She raised her hand again.
"Teacher," she said, "I'm finished."
The teacher walked over and began checking through her answers. She silently begged him to be quick, wondering how on Earth she was going to struggle to the toilet without flooding her skirt.
"That's fine," he said. "You can go."
"Thank you..." she said. She packed her things in her backpack, and carefully stood up. As she felt wet warmth in her knickers, she knew she hadn't been careful enough. Squealing in distress, she grabbed her bladder with both hands and squirmed until she managed to stop the leak. Looking down, she couldn't see any urine on her legs, but now she'd started to give way it wouldn't be long before she leaked some more. She pushed open the door and saw Zhāng Wěi dutifully waiting outside.
"I have to piss! Now!" she said, tears coming to her eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." As she dashed for the toilet, she felt spurt after spurt burst into her knickers and trickle down her legs. As she saw the sign for the ladies' room, her sphincter finally yielded completely and the urine gushed down her legs in torrents. By the time she ran into the cubicle, her bladder was empty and her knickers, skirt, and socks were soaked. Zhāng Wěi stood amazed. For the first time in his life, he'd seen a beautiful girl have an accident in real life, and it was so much more intense than any Japanese video he'd seen. But she was his girlfriend, and he had to comfort her. He walked to the entrance of the ladies' room.
"Hey," he said. "Are you OK in there?"
"What do you fucking think?" she shouted, in tears. "This is the worst day of my fucking life! Leave me alone!"
"I'm just trying to comfort you..." he said.
"Can't you understand that I've just fucking pissed myself and I don't want to talk? Especially to someone with a gross fetish who's probably jacking off to it?"
"I'm sorry about the fetish," he said. "I shouldn't have told you."
"I don't care if you told me," she said, "you're a fucking pervert."
Zhāng Wěi wondered how he was the pervert, and not the girl who sent him lewd text messages in class, but now wasn't the time to argue. He walked into the men's toilet, entered the cubicle, undid his trousers, and masturbated himself to a spectacular orgasm. He wasn't forgetting this any time soon.
***** |
“Wow,” said Wú Yànyàn. “That must have been so awkward. Anyway, I’m cool with your fetish. It’s weird, but it’s not dangerous or anything. Now, let’s get to bed!”
Zhāng Wěi’s apartment was plain and unremarkable, with a bed, a wardrobe, a bathroom with a toilet and shower, a small kitchen, a desk with a computer, and several guitars. Wú Yànyàn jumped onto the bed and lay down, splaying her legs. Gazing at her vulva, Zhāng Wěi removed his clothes.
“Your muscles are amazing,” said Wú Yànyàn.
“That’s what regular exercise does,” said Zhāng Wěi. “I’ll get a condom.”
“No need, I’m on contraceptive pills to help with my periods,” said Wú Yànyàn. “Just go for it.”
Zhāng Wěi stuck his head up Wú Yànyàn’s skirt and began pleasuring her. It was the best thing she’d ever felt in her life, and she couldn’t help but moan from the intensity. Before long, she climaxed. The little urine which had refilled her bladder after her accident spurted out onto Zhāng Wěi’s face.
“So, what did you think of that?” asked Zhāng Wěi, smiling as he withdrew his head from her skirt.
“I...can’t...” she said, gasping for breath. “It was the best thing I’ve ever felt...”
“Good,” he said, before thrusting into her while kissing her on the lips. It only took a few seconds for him to climax, and it felt a more sincere climax than any he’d had by the computer watching a dirty Japanese video. After withdrawing from her, he kept snuggling her close.
“I’m sorry, I have no stamina when it comes to omorashi,” he said. “I can’t last more than 10 seconds in a girl if I’ve just seen her pee herself.”
“Omorashi?” asked Wú Yànyàn. “What’s that?”
“It’s a Japanese term for the pee fetish I have,” he said. “They make porn videos about it, with girls holding their pee until they can’t and have an accident.”
“Wow,” said Wú Yànyàn. “That’s weird. Anyway, you’re great at sex. That was the first orgasm I’ve ever had from a man.”
“Really?” said Zhāng Wěi.
“Yeah,” said Wú Yànyàn. “My last boyfriend only knew how to do missionary position sex, and he was really bad at it, too. Then he cheated on me when he went on a business trip to Japan with some Japanese hooker.”
“Oh, that’s terrible,” said Zhāng Wěi. “Come on, let’s have a shower.”
Zhāng Wěi watched in awe as Wú Yànyàn stripped off her clothes and pulled her wet knickers out of her skirt pocket. Her body was just perfect.
“Can I sniff your wet knickers?” he asked. “I know, it’s creepy, but you said you were OK with it.”
“Sure,” she said, and handed them to him. As he inhaled the ammonia, he wondered if he was the luckiest man alive.
“I’ll put your wet clothes on the radiator to dry,” he said, before going to lay them out. He returned to the shower and switched it on, then felt with his hand until it was the right temperature. Once it was right, he pulled Wú Yànyàn in and held her close. His hands started to wander to her vulva.
“Here we go again,” he said.
“Oh, you’re so naughty...” she said as she felt orgasm approaching again. When it came, her legs gave way and she sank to the floor.
Wú Yànyàn smiled as she thought of her plight in the toilet at work. She couldn’t have been more wrong. This was the best night of her life.
*****
Wú Yànyàn picked up her bowl of congee and pickles and swallowed the first spoonful.
“That’s delicious,” she said. “You’re a great cook as well as a great lover...I don’t know how you’re single!”
“Honestly, it was concern about my fetish,” said Zhāng Wěi as he started eating his breakfast too. “Inevitably at some point my girlfriend would have to pee, I’d get a boner, and then things would get really awkward. So I was scared of relationships.”
“I can’t see why you’re so worried,” said Wú Yànyàn. “It’s a really harmless fetish. I mean, I know what happened in high school, that must have been harsh for you.”
“It was,” he said. “It was right for me to leave that girl, though. She wasn’t right for me. You, on the other hand...”
Wú Yànyàn blushed. She’d always been ashamed of her weak bladder, but now it might well have found her the perfect boyfriend.
“I smell of pee...” she said. While her clothes were dry, the ammonia was unmistakable. “I hope no one at work will notice today...”
“Given that the boss went on social media to share the story about how you pissed yourself,” said Zhāng Wěi, “I think everyone at work will notice today.”
Wú Yànyàn cringed in utter mortification. “It’s going to be unbearable...”
“Well,” said Zhāng Wěi, “how about I make it less unbearable by arranging some fun time after work?”
“Great!” said Wú Yànyàn. “Last night was awesome.”
“I’m thinking we might go a little...further today,” said Zhāng Wěi. “How do you feel about some desperation play before sex?”
“Desperation play?” she said. “What’s that?”
“You have a really full bladder and I don’t let you use the toilet,” he said. “Maybe I tickle you, or tie you up...”
“Wow, that sounds kinky,” she said. “I’m just warning you, none of my previous partners even knew what foreplay was, I’m really not good at BDSM stuff.”
“Everyone has to start some time,” he said. “So, are you up for it?”
“Sure,” she said. “Trying new things is fun – as long as they’re not too painful...”
“Great,” he said, already excited. “Bring a full bladder and a change of clothes!”
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It had been a difficult day at work for Wú Yànyàn. Colleagues were giggling behind her back about her accident, and she tried to take it in as good humour as possible. After all, it didn’t really matter, and she’d possibly started the best relationship in her life as a result. Still, what pride she had left hurt a little.
Now her bladder was pressing again, but this time on purpose. She really didn’t want to disappoint Zhāng Wěi after how wonderful he’d been the night before, so she’d foregone her usual visit to the toilet during her afternoon break. As the day wore on, she started to think that was a big mistake. Wetting herself in intimate foreplay with her boyfriend was one thing, but wetting herself in the lift up to his apartment was quite another, and that was seeming increasingly likely. She couldn’t use the toilet, though, and arrive with an empty bladder. She had to hold it.
Once work hours finished, she had to go home, get some clean clothes, and then go to Zhāng Wěi’s apartment. This would involve 2 long, desperate train rides, which she hoped she could endure without leakage but, in light of last night’s accident, feared she couldn’t. She sent Zhāng Wěi a text message on her phone.
“Setting off home with a full bladder to get clean clothes. Not sure I’ll make it to your place dry, but I’ll try!”
Zhāng Wěi soon replied.
“You’re wonderful. I hope you’ll come here bursting full! Stay strong!”
As she set off at a brisk walk towards the station, she looked the very image of a dignified businesswoman.
That dignity wouldn’t last.
Even by the time she got to the station platform, she was shifting from foot to foot and gently resting a hand on her skirt. She squeezed onto the rush hour train and prayed that no one would notice the ammonia smell. If they did, they were too polite to say, and she squeezed off the train at her station without incident. The evening breeze just made her need to go even more, and she clutched herself a little tighter as she walked back to her apartment building. This desperation play had better be good, because all she was feeling now was pain and trepidation. As she waited for the lift to come, she wondered what it was about desperation which turned Zhāng Wěi on. She guessed it was the humiliation, since he seemed to be into BDSM and so on. It was all very kinky, and there was a stereotype that business people were into that sort of thing, so why not?
The lift came, and her neighbour came out. She said hello, then got into the lift and went up to the 5th floor. She sent Zhāng Wěi another text as she shifted from foot to foot.
“Coming home to my apartment now. I’ll pee in the clothes I’m wearing and get some clean ones for tomorrow.”
Before she’d even got to her door, Zhāng Wěi’s reply had come.
“Sounds fine to me! Do you think you can get here without having an accident? I’ll meet you at the station.”
“I think so...but don’t count me on it...” she replied.
Seeing the toilet in her apartment made her double over in agony, but she was prepared this time and barely managed to avoid a leak, if only by thrusting her bottom back and clutching her groin with both hands. She couldn’t use it. She had to have a full bladder for her boyfriend. Now, finally, she was starting to get it. There was something intensely sexual about his control over her bladder, forbidding her from relief until she just couldn’t take it any more and disgraced herself. This could be fun – but not if it happened in public!
Shuffling about to try to manage the pain, she packed a backpack with things for staying overnight at Zhāng Wěi’s place; a clean suit, and her toothbrush and toothpaste. Standing next to the toilet to get the toothbrush was absolutely excruciating, but she managed to do it without leaking a drop. She was proud of herself. Now for the arduous trip to his apartment.
When she got back in the lift to go down again, she was standing next to a mother and small children, and felt extremely self-conscious squirming, but had to to avoid the possibility of a leak.
“She needs to pee,” said one of the small children, pointing at her.
“Yeah,” she said, before jogging out of the lift at some speed once it reached the ground floor. This train ride was going to be absolutely unbearable, and she couldn’t imagine how she could find the strength to endure it without leaking. After pacing awkwardly up and down the platform for a few minutes, she got on her train and squeezed between some elderly people. She couldn’t wet herself here. She just couldn’t. And yet her sphincter knew no social decorum, and edged ever closer to giving in. She squirmed as much as she could in the confined space, and held herself tightly with one hand while she got out her phone.
“I’m on the train to your place,” she texted. “I’m just fit to burst...it’s agony...”
“You have no idea how much you’re turning me on,” he replied. “I’m just imagining your pain right now, and it’s making me so hard...damn, that sounds bad...”
She giggled a little at his shame, then doubled over in a desperate effort to stop a leak. It wasn’t enough, and her knickers felt a little warm. Hopefully, hopefully, it wouldn’t run down her legs until she was off the train. Please, please be strong enough…
Somehow, through strength she had no idea she had, Wú Yànyàn managed to get to her station without leaking any more. She knew, though, that time was running out very, very fast, and hurried off the train as quickly as she could. As he promised, Zhāng Wěi was there, still dressed in his suit.
“Hey, babe,” he said, before approaching her and whispering “Have you leaked?”
“Yeah,” she whispered back, “just a little. I’m hoping I can hold the rest until I get back...”
He rubbed his hands in glee. Even in his wildest teenage wet dreams, he would have found escorting a beautiful woman home for sex as she helplessly leaked in her knickers a little fanciful. The pair set off briskly towards the exit, with Wú Yànyàn firmly gripping herself through her skirt. As they passed the sign for the ladies’ room in the station, an unbearable surge of desperation hit her, and she spurted uncontrollably down her legs. Managing to stem the flow, she staggered forwards, rivulets of urine running from the bottom of her skirt. Zhāng Wěi was enthralled by the spectacle, but refrained from making too many creepy comments in public.
“I don’t think I can hold it...” she said, tears coming to her eyes. “Still, I’ll try...”
“You can only do your best,” he said, trying to distract himself to avoid ejaculating in his pants.
The walk to the apartment building was an absolute ordeal for Wú Yànyàn, and heavenly for Zhāng Wěi. The wet warmth in Wú Yànyàn’s knickers was enticing more and more to come out, and she simply lacked the strength to hold it in any longer. Spurt after spurt burst from her aching bladder every few steps she took, and those spurts felt...good, in a way. They felt relieving, and, knowing that he was turned on by them, extremely naughty. As she turned onto the street for the apartment building, her exhausted sphincter gave in utterly, and she slumped defeated against the wall, urine gushing freely down her legs. She’d failed. Zhāng Wěi wouldn’t get his desperation play after all.
“I’m sorry,” she said, as the pool grew around her feet. “I couldn’t hold it...”
“What are you sorry for?” he said gleefully. “You voluntarily held your pee until you burst for me, in public! That’s the most wonderful thing a girl’s ever done for me. It’s not your fault you gave in, you couldn’t help it. Based on the size of that puddle, you should be proud of how much you held.”
Wú Yànyàn smiled. All she had to do to impress her dashing boyfriend was not use the toilet until she wet herself. If only all men were that easy to please.
As Wú Yànyàn shamefully trudged into the apartment building, urine dripping from her skirt, humiliation burned inside her. She wanted to cry, but not necessarily tears of sadness. There was something...pleasurable about this, being so vulnerable next to a strong man. Her mother would be ashamed at her lack of feminism, but maybe a kinky spanking wouldn’t be so bad after all…
The lift doors opened, and an elderly woman stepped out.
“Hello,” she said. “Oh! Your poor lady friend. That must be so humiliating.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty bad,” said Wú Yànyàn, blushing.
“Take good care of her,” said the old woman. “She’s beautiful.”
Mortified even deeper, Wú Yànyàn shuffled into the lift. She and Zhāng Wěi went up to the 10th floor, then walked to his room, leaving a dripping trail of urine behind them.
“I...prepared some things,” said Zhāng Wěi. “I put a plastic sheet on the bed, and I have some...toys to play with.”
“Cool,” said Wú Yànyàn. “So are you handcuffing me or what? Isn’t that what BDSM people do?
“Given your bladder’s already empty,” said Zhāng Wěi, “I was thinking about a kinky spanking. Although I’m not sure I can actually manage that without ejaculating...”
“Try it and see how it works out,” said Wú Yànyàn.
Zhāng Wěi removed his clothes, then grabbed Wú Yànyàn and picked her up in his arms. His strength was firm but soothing, rather like another part of him, indeed. He sat down on the bed, put her across his knees, and pulled her soaking wet miniskirt up over her bottom. Wú Yànyàn trembled in anticipation of the first blow. This was wrong, this was so degrading...but so erotic. It came, and it was light.
“Can you go a bit harder, please?” she asked.
“Sure,” said Zhāng Wěi. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, wetting your suit like that. That deserves a paddling...although I don’t have a paddle, so I’ll just have to use my hand, is that OK with you?”
“You’re way too nice to do this BDSM stuff,” said Wú Yànyàn.
The sharp blow she received on her bottom swiftly changed her mind about this. She squeaked from the sudden pain. She felt her knickers being pulled down, then another sharp blow, then another. She couldn’t help but let out a fart, though she tried her best not to.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“Oh, that’s fine,” said Zhāng Wěi. “That’s my fetish too. If it hurts too much, just tell me to stop and I will.”
But she didn’t want it to stop. Being dominated made her feel like she never had before. As Zhāng Wěi picked her up again and flung her down on the bed, she resigned herself to whatever he was going to do next. He penetrated her, and climaxed almost instantly.
“Sorry,” he said, as he recovered, “I was about to come, and I wanted to do it inside you.”
In a way, that was a compliment.
Now he got to work with his fingers again. She had no idea how he got as good as he did, but he was good. It wasn’t long until she was overcome by the throes of orgasm, squealing in ecstasy.
“So I’m guessing you enjoyed that,” he said.
“Yes...” was all she could muster the strength to say. |
It was the following Saturday after Annie got engaged. Megan had invited Annie and Jenny to a lunch picnic at the park with her and Katy so she could hear all about it. The four of them sat on a soft blanket spread over luscious green grass. They ate sandwiches, chips and some celebration cupcakes Megan had brought. Annie spoke very excitedly, expounding every detail of Matt's proposal. Megan was clearly excited and happy for her. After just over an hour, Annie lamented that she had homework to do and had to leave. She was assigned to write a report and had procrastinated it due to, in combination, her excitement and copious amounts of premarital sex. The three adults packed up their things and folded the blanket. Katy had long ago excused herself to the playground after downing her sandwich, chips and two cupcakes. They walked to the parking lot and deposited the picnic supplies in Megan's trunk. The playground wasn't too far from the parking lot and Megan glanced over occasionally to check on Katy. They all hugged and said their goodbyes and then Annie got in her car and left. Jenny and Megan walked back to the playground sat on a nearby bench to talk more and watch Katy play. When Jenny mentioned her apartment search to Megan, Megan cut her short and nearly shouted with enthusiasm "Oh my gosh, come live with me!" Jenny was stunned for a second. She thought Megan was joking, but she hadn't used a sarcastic tone of voice. Megan saw the surprise on Jenny's face and restated the proposal: "Seriously, come live with me. I have an extra room and you won't have to pay even half the rent you would at some dingy apartment." Jenny smiled but said nothing as she weighed pros and cons in her head. She wasn't sure how much rent Megan would want, but it was surely better than paying full rent by herself. On the contrary, if she had her own private place, she wouldn't have to worry about hiding her dirty habits. Megan could sense the deliberation going on, the tennis match in Jenny's head. She looked as though she were about to say something when Katy interrupted her. She looked away from Jenny to Katy and said "Yes dear?" Katy glanced at Jenny with what Jenny almost misjudged as a guilty expression, then she leaned in a whispered in her mom's ear. Megan did not whisper her reply and simply nodded her head with "Yes, go ahead." What happened next made Jenny's jaw hit the ground. Katy stood right there in front of them and peed her pants, then she went back to the playground and resumed playing, ignoring the sideways glances and mumbled remarks of the other kids. Megan seemed to have forgotten what she had been about to say and did not look back at Jenny, she just watched the playground. Jenny's abdomen swirled with a mixture of surprise and excitement. If Megan was ok with her daughter doing it, then certainly she would be ok with Jenny doing it too, right? But what if she only allowed it outside the house? Or at the park? Jenny suddenly became aware of her own swelling bladder. It wasn't quite full to capacity yet, but within the hour she would need to relieve herself in one way or another. She looked at Megan, curious of the expression on her face. There was nothing different. She seemed as if she had no opinion on what her daughter had just done. Jenny took this as a good sign, but was still skeptical. She remembered the messages they had exchanged before about Megan experimenting with wetting her panties, but somehow was too afraid to inquire on the topic. Jenny suddenly noticed how incredibly pretty Megan's face was. She had seen it hundreds, if not thousands, of times before, but somehow it struck her in this moment. Her smooth cheeks, small nose, slightly crooked ear and strawberry blonder hair. Megan turned to Jenny and picked up the conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "I'm not really going to charge you rent, I'm just going to ask you to help a little with bills, food and Katy. Will you come live with me please?" Clearly Megan was excited to have Jenny in her house.
Jenny smiled and said "I would love to!"
Megan's face lit up. "Oh goody! How soon do you want to move in?"
"Well, I don't know. I don't want to just leave Annie hanging with the apartment all by herself. I'll talk to her and see."
"Sounds good to me." replied Megan.
They talked more for another half hour or so, then decided it was time to leave. Katy saw them as they stood up from the bench and, having gotten her fill of the playground, came over to them without Megan needing to call for her. They crossed the grassy area to Megan's car and they all got in. During the car ride back to Megan's house, Jenny began to squirm. "Are you ok?" Megan asked already knowing what the issue was.
"Yeah... I just have to pee." The image of Katy wetting her pants in front of the bench flashed in her mind.
"You should've gone at the park." Said Megan.
"Did they have bathrooms there? I didn't think to look." Replied Jenny.
"You should've gone in your pants." Jenny's head whipped around and she stared at Megan, taken aback a bit by her forwardness. Megan sensed Jenny's unease and add "Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you."
Then Katy quipped in with a surprisingly witty comment for a 9 year old "It's ok Jenny, we're almost home. You can do it in the garage, its nice and private in there, then you can borrow a some of my mom's pants!"
"Katy Jane!" snapped Megan, glaring at her in the rearview mirror. Katy bit her lip and looked out the window. There was a momentary silence then Megan said sullenly "You can do it in the garage if you want and then borrow some of my pants." Jenny looked out the side window and rolled the idea around in her head. On one hand she felt too embarrassed to pee her pants in from the Megan and Katy. Yet on the other, they've seen her wet before, Katy peed her pants about an hour ago, and Megan experimented with peeing her panties.
As the car slowly crept up the driveway and into the garage, a tingling anxiety boiled in Jenny's stomach. She hadn't made up her mind yet about peeing her pants. Then Megan made the decision for her. She pulled the key out of the ignition, looked squarely at Jenny and said "Pee your pants" then she got out of the car. The anxious feeling made it difficult for Jenny to hold her pee and she jumped a bit as the garage door made a thud as it hit the floor behind the car. She pulled the handle on the door and pushed it open. She felt as though she could explode. As she slid her right leg out of the door and placed her sandled foot on the cold concrete floor, she felt a short warm spurt shoot into her panties. She had to pee so badly she half expected it to shoot a hole in her pants and splatter on the car door. She lifted herself off the seat and another spurt shot out. As she pulled her left leg out of the car she thought to herself "fuck it" and gave up holding. Warm pee poured into the crotch of her black cotton panties and flooded her jeans. It hissed loudly as hot wetness flowed down each of her legs. She closed the car door and noticed Megan watching her. Megan smiled and nodded her head approvingly. Jenny closed her eyes as she was getting stage fright from Megan standing there observing. At the same time, however, the thought of someone watching her, that is someone new and not Annie, aroused her intensely. Involuntarily she exhaled sharply and her abdominal muscles clenched for a split second. Her clit was swimming in pee and loving every second of it. She felt an orgasm building and opened her eyes with an intense inhale and a stroke of panic. She couldn't orgasm here, not in front of Megan and especially not in front of Katy who was now standing next to her mother enjoying the show. Warm pee trickled over the tops of Jenny's feet and caused her to body to spasm again, this time larger than the last. She panicked again as she realized the potential orgasm was not going away. She racked her brain for options. Anything to nullify it. She spread her legs and a solid stream formed from her crotch and splattered on the concrete below her. Normally the sound would send her over the edge, but this time it caused her to feel more embarrassed. Though it didn't completely nullify the orgasm, it stopped it's build up and she was safe for the moment. Her bladder was now empty and the liquid running down her legs and trickling down the middle was fading. Jenny looked down at the puddle she had made. It was surprisingly large, part of it was under the car. Jenny looked up at Megan and said "Sorry about the mess." Megan said "Don't apologize! Come on, lets go get you some dry pants." Jenny actually wanted to keep wearing her wet ones, but did not divulge that fact. She walked to the door to the house where Megan was holding it open for her. Jenny stopped and looked down. She didn't want to track pee around the house. "Come on, it won't hurt anything." said Megan. Jenny shrugged, stepped inside the house and followed Megan to the master bedroom. Megan went into the closet and came out with a pair of jeans similar to ones Jenny was already wearing and a clean pair of yellow panties, on the butt of which was printed "It's a bright sunshiny day!". As Jenny pealed her wet pants off of herself, another thing happened that made her jaw drop. Megan, just a few feet from Jenny, pulled down her jeans. Underneath, she had on a diaper. It was slightly yellow and bulged, obviously she had used it. When her pants were off she looked at Jenny and winked. Jenny smiled and her orgasm potential came back. Her body spasmed again. Megan noticed and winked again as she stuck out her bum and posed for Jenny. Jenny resisted. Megan posed again. Jenny gave in and simply touched her wet crotch with a single finger. Her orgasm exploded and she rolled onto her back on the floor with her wet jeans still down around her knees. She used every ounce of will power she had to not moan loudly while her hands uncontrollably pleasured her crotch. Megan shut the door to the room, then stood over Jenny and posed again. Jenny let out a loud moan but cut it short as soon as she could get control of it. Megan posed again, but now Jenny, feeling humiliated and shameful, was coming down from her orgasmic high. She laid on the floor breathing heavily as Megan stood over her smiling. Jenny felt her face burning bright red. Megan said "That was fucking awesome!" as she walked to the bathroom next to the closet to change her diaper. Jenny laid still for several minutes. Each time she replayed the scenario in her head, she felt increasingly embarrassed. She had the desire crawl under the bed and never come out. Megan appeared standing at Jenny's feet. She had her jeans back on and, presumably, a clean diaper underneath. "Sorry, was that embarrassing? I won't do that again." Had Megan been an animal she would've had her tail between her legs. The apology reversed the feelings in Jenny's head and suddenly she wanted it again. The whole thing, she wanted to repeat it from the moment she opened the car door. Then she was embarrassed again. She kept going back and forth, it was making her head hurt. Jenny finished dressing herself and Megan put her clothes in the washing machine with a load of her own. They spoke not a word more of what had happened and sat apart on the couch as they watched TV for a bit before deciding to go on a bike ride. Jenny had promised Annie she would pick up dinner on her way home, so around 4:30 she changed back into her own clothes and headed home. The event weighed on her mind for a couple of weeks, conjuring rough and sometimes extreme mixed feelings every time she revisited it. |
This story is original, entirely ficticious and dramatized. I dont intend to do anything like this in real life for the safety of a human's urinary system, made for enjoyment purposes only. Im not that great at writing, i try my best so here it is...
Me and my girlfriend love pee. We are the biggest pee freaks ever. We love drinking each others pee. Sex is soaking wet wild fun every single time. We wear diapers to sleep and long car rides cause its adorable to be able to change each other. But the most fun we have with pee is of course holding it and being desperate together. We constantly clean messes allover the house all the time and just don't care, since it's just me and her in the house. We held pee so much we became pros at it, and with enough practice we were able to get as equally desperate and last a long time.
So one day we decided to hold our steel bladders as long as humanly possible to see how much we can pee at once. We drank the same amount of water and went to sleep later that night. Waking up in the middle of the night needing to pee we kept disregarding our need and went back to sleep.
When we woke up we were feeling that throbbing morning fullness. But we definately werent gonna pee any time soon, and our bladders were getting ready for a long, long day ahead. We made breakfast and drank 3 cups of coffee and 2 cups of orange juice each. After breakfast our desperation was growing pretty bad. We decided to have a bit of 'fun' and I must say it kind of made it a bit worse. My girlfriend squirted a few times and i had let out a few squirts to remain equally desperate. My bladder started throbbing again and so did hers so we decided to sit and cuddle up together and watch Netflix to get our minds off this full throbbing pain.
About an hour later our needs to pee dropped for some reason. I guess our bladders stretched out that much and we got used to the pressure. Still needing to go just as bad, we decided to keep drinking more water to keep filling, continuing to binge watch episodes on Netflix for the rest of the afternoon.
Pretty soon, the desperation made an alarming comeback on both of us. My bladder was aching horribly and my girlfriend started squirming hard, crossing, squeezing her legs and moaning and it made me start doing the same. She said "its getting sooo bad omg" and i replied "i know babe but we can do this" both shaking and moaning together. Then, I felt myself spurt a leak. "Oh no" i said "i'm starting to leak!" i was on the verge of crying. Then it made my girlfriend leak too. Now we both had big wet spots on our skinny jeans.
Then, I had an idea. We smoked some weed to dull the pain and it worked. We pretty much forgot about our desperation and stopped bouncing around like mad. We were very calm and hardly felt any pressure at all. So we continued to watch Netflix and shortly after, started to get hungry. I didn't feel like making food so we ordered delivery. While eating we ended up drinking 2 liters of soda each and a bunch of more water afterwards, totally forgetting about our need to pee. The desperation came back worse than ever before. We broke a new record today of the longest hold we have ever done. We started moaning squirming and shaking again so we smoked some more weed. But this time, it didn't help much. We were so full and desperate at this point nothing could ease the pain. We started sweating and crying from being in so much pain. My girlfriend panting and moaning said "I.. I.. I dont know... How much longer... I can... Ugghh.. Hold this..." And i said "me too... Babe... Ugghhh... It hurts ughhh... So... So much".
Facing each other still shaking and bouncing around to control the leaks, big spurts began to come out of both of us. And this time our bladders were giving us that 'final stand' feeling like they were ready to fully give out. We stripped naked for the extra fun. Taking off our clothes was not easy. We literally had to undress each other so neither of us lost control. Now standing in our room both totally naked, we were bouncing and dancing around, moaning and holding our crotches for a good 10 minutes. Then both hands rammed into our crotches for another 10 minutes, still moaning and doing violent pee dances. Then, we both spurted, and stopped pee dancing, realizing that no more movements or holding will help resist the insane pressure behind our peeholes.
Still facing each other naked, our legs were quivering, almost buckling, both crying and panting in pain. Pee now dripping out my hands while holding myself i said "i.. I.. I think this is it... Im.. Imma.. Im about to lose it... any second...". My girlfriend, also holding herself with pee dripping out her hands said "me too... Its.. Its coming... Its coming out..." About less than a minute later, it finally happened. Simultaneously, we both felt our bladders give one BIG push beyond our physical control and the pipes bursted!!! Our streams were shooting at us like a powerwash hose!!! We were both SCREAMING in pleasure, peeing this insane power stream at each other for at least 5 minutes, maybe 7!!! It literally felt like a 5 minute long orgasm!!! We didn't know when it would end! Finally, our streams died down and we were done.
Now empty and VERY sore, the damage was incredible. All the walls were soaking wet, the ceiling dripping from every square inch, and the floor... Forget it. It was so deeply flooded I had to get a pool hose and siphon the water up and out of the house. But we didnt care. The cleanup was worth it. That was a feeling we never felt before. We went to bed absolutely exhausted. Our lower bellies hurt so bad from the pain of holding and we were rubbing our bellies while drifting off to sleep. The next morning we woke up with a soaking wet bed, and we wore diapers for the next 2 days. Our bladders were so worn out from the other night, we both kept having accidents like nothing. Thankfully, it went back to normal after a couple days. That was fun, but we would never reach that point of desperation again!
Hope you enjoyed my story, thanks for reading!
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(Note: this is my first omo fanfiction, sorry if its bad, hopefully you enjoy)
Bella the shiny Plusle was sitting at the table in her home, waiting for her mother, Mawile, to drive her to school.
Bella was quite the shy Pokemon, she is not very out there and likes to be alone a lot. She is also very easily embarassed. One mess up and she will become a wreck.
Bella was drinking a large glass of orange juice, finishing her last gulp before setting the cup down on the table.
"Mom! Are you ready yet? I dont want to be late!". She yelled to her mother.
Mawile walked out the bathroom. "I'm ready sweety, do you need to use the bathroom before we leave?".
"No, I'm ok!". I said.
"Ok then, lets go".
They got into the car and Mawile started up. By the time the left the there street Bella felt a small twinge in her bladder. 'I kinda gotta pee, oh well I'll wait until i get to school' she thought to herself.
Her school was only about a 30 minute drive. But they always stopped at Sawbucks Coffee to get a hot chocolate since it was nearing winter.
They got there and order two small hot chocolates. Bella started drinking her's and as each gulp fell into her stomach, her bladder sent tiny waves to her brain.
'I should probably go now while can' she thought.
She look to her right at the girls bathroom. There was a line that was relatively long. All the girls in line looking pretty desprate. She then look at her mom who was throwing away her cup indicating she was ready to leave.
'The line is long, and I don't want to be late' she thought.
She then got up, drank the last few gulps of her hot chocolate and ran to her mother as they walked out the door. 'I can wait, school is only a 30 minute drive' she thought.
She sat back in the seat and Mawile started the car again. They then got back on the road.
Bella felt a medium pulse of pressure through her body. 'Ok, I really gotta pee now' she thought.
She still decided she could wait. But then, 10 minutes later, traffic started piling up.
"Looks like we're stuck in this traffic jam". Mawile said. "I guess you have to be late".
Bella being late was the last thing on her mind, right now she was focused on her bladder. It started sending stronger waves to her brain. 'Crap, I really gotta go now, i dont know if i can make it through this traffic'.
15 minutes passed. Bella was crossing her legs every once in awhile. She knew she was running out of time. She grabbed a book out her backpack to try to take her mind off of it.
45 minute mark, the traffic had not led up at all, and Bella was crossing her legs all the time now. Her stomach started growling just a little, and she started feeling pain in her abdomen. 'Oh geez, it's getting worse....I don't how much longer I can hold on'
Hour mark. Bella was not doing good. At this point nothing could dristract her from her now full bladder. She felt lots of pain in her abdomen and was now holding her crotch with her small stubby hands. Mawile noticed her a little fidgety through the rearview mirror.
"You ok back there sweety?". She asked. Bella did not noticed her bouncing foot until then, which she immediately haulted.
"Yea I'm fine". She lied. "Just a bit anxious".
"You and me both". Mawile said turning back around.
1hour 20 minutes. Bella was on her last legs. Her bladder screaming and demanding to be emptied. She was tensed up in her seat, legs crossed and hands on her crotch. She was sweating like mad. 'I can't keep it in...'
Suddenly, a small spurt shot out of her urethra. She quickly held herself tighter, feeling a bit if urine on her hands. 'If this keeps up I'm not gonna make it!' She screamed in her head.
1 Hour 30 minutes, taffic finally died down and they were about 10 minutes away from the school. A much larger spurt escaped from her urethra. She could she a clear wet spot on the car seat. She didn't want to stink up the car, but she was too embarrassed to tell her mom she needed to go badly.
She frantically looked around for some sort of bottle or container to go in.
She found a Machoka Cola can. She knew it wouldn't be enough to contain all of her pee, but it would be enough to let her hold on until she got to school.
She grabbed the can and put it to her crotch, her mother had turned on the radio, so she wouldn't hear her pee in the can.
She then started releasing her urine in the can, sighing in a slight relief that a good amount of pressure was leaving her body.
She didn't want to stop, but the can was full. So she forced herself to stop the flow. She knew the can would smell. So she closed the can, rolled down the window, and threw the can out the car.
While she was in much less pain, she was still just as desprate as before. Clenching her crotch and crossing her legs tighter, her starting to pee only made her have to pee more.
The school came up. Bella grabbed her backpack, kissed her mother on the cheek goodbye, and dashed out the car straight to the school to get to the toilet.
She got to the school, recess had just ended. She made a mad dash for the girls restroom.
She got inside, opened the stall, and, before she could even fully sit down, started peeing forcefully into the toilet. Sighing in maximum relief.
Bella finally finished after about a minute and a half. She got up, flushed the toilet, and washed her hands at the sink.
"Thank arceus I made it" she said going to class.
(Its not very long, but it's a start, if you like this i might make one of Bella in class. Who knows? Criticizem is welcome, hope you enjoyed!) |
Ciel woke up to a bright light in his eyes, he turned over in his Queen size bed and pulled the covers over his head bringing his knees to his chest with his eyes closed tightly.
"My lord, its time to get up" Sebastian said as he opened the window letting in a cool flow of air.
Ciel mumbled softly "m-mhmm.. Not now Sebastian.." Ciel yawned and tried to ignore his butler.
"Young master, you need to get up now or you wont have time to get ready. We already have to skip breakfast" Sebastian said slightly annoyed by his lord, Ciel laid quietly for another three good minutes "I want to sleep.." he whispered softly under the bright white blankets. Sebastian walked over to his masters bed and pulled the blankets right off of him, Ciel grunted softly and sat up rubbing his eyes.
"My lord, did you get enough sleep?" he said as he lifted the young masters chin looking into his eyes and at his soft bags under his eyes.
Ciel blushed "y-yes, just had a bad dream that's all" he said as he smacked Sebastian's hand away, Sebastian gave the master a look of worry.
"Very well.. You have to get up now I'm afraid, you have a play date with Alois" Sebastian said smirking at his choice in words.
"A play date?! Honestly Sebastian couldn't you say something else?" Ciel snapped, Sebastian softly smiled
"Well that's what it is, isn't it?" Ciel softly pouted with an angry look.
"I don't want to go play chess with him" Ciel said madly and pulled himself sitting on the edge of the bed, Sebastian bent down and placed his hand on the masters soft knee.
"I know young Lord, but you need to socialize more with people."
"But I don't want to.. He is such a bother" Ciel whined
"I know my lord, just for a couple of hours and you can come back home" Sebastian said as he undid the young masters night shirt, Ciel sighed and grunted.
"Fine.." Sebastian dressed the master rushing, he did Ciel's belt up too tightly without a care, Ciel squirmed and whimpered.
"S-Sebastian! Ugh that's tight!" Ciel felt it press on his full bladder that he was holding all night, Sebastian looked up.
"sorry young master, I'm trying but we are going to be late" he said as he loosened the belt a little, Ciel pouted
"I don't care! J-just be more careful.." Ciel rubbed his knees together gently.
"Yes my lord, something the matter?" Sebastian said as he watched the master tense his body, Ciel shook his head at that moment he felt a slight pinch in his bladder and quickly nodded as he stood up.
"Oh I see.. Young master do you need the restroom before we leave?" Sebastian said as he picked Ciel up, Ciel whined and blushed while kicking his feet.
"Y-yes! B-but put me down! I can go by myself!" Sebastian put the young lord down.
"Very well my lord." Ciel quickly walked to the bathroom, Sebastian made Ciel's bed.
"Sebastian, I want breakfast." Ciel said while shaking his wet hands off, Sebastian looked up at the young master.
"I'm sorry my lord, we don't have time." Ciel bit his lip frustrated.
"Fine, I will just have some tea." Sebastian laughed softly, making Ciel cross.
"Whats so funny?"
"Do you think that's a good idea my lord? after this mornings bathroom rush?" Sebastian said teasing, Ciel stomped his foot.
"I'm not a child Sebastian! I just held it all night becau-.." Ciel cut himself off, Sebastian walked over to Ciel as he looked down blushing.
"was it that pesky nightmare? It's okay my lord we all get scared." Ciel blushed harder.
"I wasn't scared! J-just make me my tea!" he snapped embarrassed, Sebastian bowed.
"As you wish my lord" Ciel sat on the bed waiting, softly kicking his feet.
-maybe I shouldn't worry about the tea.. Sebastian does have a good point.. But I'm old enough to be able to hold myself!- Sebastian walked in, startling the young master out of his thoughts.
"You're tea my lord Sebastian said pouring earl tea into a vintage Chinese tea cup, Ciel took the cup and sipped it.
"Not to rush you my lord, but you need to hurry along." Sebastian said looking at his watch, Ciel nodded softly and drank it quickly handing back the cup.
"are you ready to leave my lord?" he said as he put the tea cup back on the tray, Ciel stood up and nodded.
"Very well, we must be off now" he grabbed Ciel's hand pulling the young master along quickly, Ciel looked down trying not to trip over his own feet. -bloody hell! I'm going to fall over onto my face!- Ciel thought to himself, Sebastian picked the lord under his arms firmly putting him in the carriage. Ciel huffed softly as Sebastian sat him down, Sebastian sat across from Ciel. "Sebastian?" Ciel said under his breath, Sebastian looked up.
"Yes my lord?" Ciel sighed as they started to move.
"How long till we get to Alois place?" Sebastian sighed back.
"Only an hour my lord, is there something wrong?" Ciel shook his head, kicking his feet softly.
"No, I just wanted to know." Sebastian smiled softly, Ciel looked out the window leaning his chin on his arm.
~~~~~ 30 minutes later ~~~~~
Ciel watched the clouds as they moved along, he started to feel the tea reach his bladder giving him a small urge but nothing more.
"how long now?" Ciel said biting his lip Slightly, Sebastian replied.
"No more then thirty minuets my lord" Ciel nodded and continued to look out the window. Sebastian watched Ciel
-so stubborn yet so so fragile..- Ciel started to fidget with his hands as he felt a pressure on his bladder, he started to shift a little to get comfortable.
-darn it! Ugh I need to pee kind of.. Not bad though, don't worry about it, it will be fine I will use the bathroom when I get to Alois place- Sebastian noticed Ciel moving around.
"Everything alright my lord?" Ciel looked up quickly, stopping himself from moving.
"U-ugh yes, just a little uncomfortable.." he said as he started to blush and look down Shyly.
-the young lord is being very strange today.. He is acting childish that's not like him at all..-
"My lord, are you in pain?" he asked worried that the young lords back was playing up again.
"no, it's nothing.." Ciel said blushing more watching himself kick his feet, Sebastian sighed.
"young master, don't tell me you need the loo already?" Ciel shook his head quickly.
"No! I'm not a child! I don't need to go.. Even if I did which I don't, I would be able to hold it for an extended amount of time."
He said in a grumpy tone, Sebastian just ignored his childish behaviour.
"Very well young master."
-crap.. I cant go now! He will think i'm like a child! I can hold it!- Ciel tried not to move, the carriage stopped. Sebastian got out and opened the door, Ciel slowly got up and let out a small whine when getting out due to the pressure starting to become more noticeable.
"Whats wrong my lord? is it your back?" Sebastian said grabbing Ciel to support him up, Ciel shook his head.
"No.. N-not really, just a little unsteady from standing up quickly." Ciel said pushing Sebastian away from him, Sebastian sighed.
"Very well my lord.." Ciel slowly walked behind Sebastian as they walked to the front door, Sebastian knocked and Claude opened the door.
"Greetings Sebastian"Claude said, Alois came running to the door.
"Hello! Ah oh.. Where is Ciel?" he asked pouting, Sebastian grabbed Ciels upper arm pulling him in front of him.
"Oh Ciel! Its good to see you!" Alois said pulling Ciel in and giving him a tight hug, Ciel whined as he felt Alois knee pressing on his bladder.
"Be careful Alois, Ciel is very sore." Sebastian said pulling Ciel to his side, Alois pouted and grabbed onto Claude.
"Oh.. Okay." Alois said while playing with Claudes shirt buttons, Claude smiled.
"Please do come in, Alois why don't you take Ciel to a room and play chess or cards. Sebastian and I will prepare morning tea." Alois nodded and pulled Ciel away from Sebastians side.
"Come on Ciel, I will show you where we play games!" Ciel pouted softly as Alois dragged him to a room, Alois stood on a chair and reached up and grabbed a deck of cards.
"we can take them back to my room is you like, Ciel?" Alois said jumping down, Ciel shrugged.
"I don't really care.." Ciel said as he looked around anxiously, Alois grabbed Ciels hand.
"This way!" Alois yelled giggling, Ciel sighed and followed him. Alois came in and kicked his shoes off and sat down on a maroon fluffy mat pulling Ciel down, Alois took the cards out and shuffled them.
"What do you want to play?" asked Alois smiling, Ciel looked up.
"I don't really mind.." Ciel said trying not to squirm, Alois bit his lip.
"Old maid it is then.."
Alois gave out some cards to himself and Ciel putting the rest down, after a while of playing Ciel found it hard to sit still he crossed his legs in front of himself and softly squirmed his hips. Alois looked up and watched Ciel squirm uncomfortably.
"Whats wrong Ciel? Are you sore?" Alois asked putting a match down, Ciel blushed.
"Well a little.. But its fine." Alois sat a little closer to Ciel, Ciel pulled his cards to his chest so Alois couldn't see his cards.
"Are you sure Ciel? you look like you are in pain." Alois said bringing his mouth close to Ciels ear, Ciel pushed away Alois face and rolled his eyes.
"I'm fine!." Ciel said grumpily, after they finished the game Ciel started to rub his knees together and tried not to whine. Alois stood up.
"Come on, lets pick something else."
........to be continued.... If you want that is |
Lloyd was spending a nice, sunny weekend day up on the slopes, skiing. Lloyd was a a freshman in college, and he had joined the campus outdoor enthusiasts club, hoping to make friends. He was really shy, and quite nervous, so he ended up skiing alone. It was a beautiful day out in the early spring. The snow was tightly packed and slick, from melting partially and refreezing in the night. This kind of snow was ideal for a speed. The hard surface, however, made it difficult to stop and was quite painful to fall on. Lloyd was an intermediate skier, but was getting better every day, and could handle himself quite well. He had only learned to ski in the second half of high school. He enjoyed in immensely, and had gotten new gear the previous Christmas. He had khaki ski pants, and dark purple coat. He was also wearing orange goggles, and a red ski helmet.
The terrain ranged from forest trails, to jumps and a half pipe, with everything in between. There were routes for all difficulty levels. Lloyd skied all morning, while listening to his ipod, and taking frequent sips from his camelback water pouch. He spent the better part to the morning at the terrain park, and worked up quite a sweat. He made sure to stay well hydrated.
When it was time for lunch, Lloyd felt a small twinge from his bladder. He skied down, took off his skis, and headed inside for a bite to eat. He passed by the only available men's room, and saw a line. He didn't want to wait, nor did he have to pee that bad. Truth be told, he was unlikley to get a stream going with that many people around anyway, as he was pee shy. He ate a mediocre lunch at the below average restaurant, washing the greasy food down with a large coke.
He was excited to try out the yet unexplored trails, so he headed back to the slopes, bladder forgotten. He only had three more hours to ski before he needed to board the bus back, so he wanted to make the most of them. An hour or so went by uneventfully, except for the sudden change in weather. Gray clouds covered the ski, and the wind was picking up.
It had gotten colder. Lloyd was dressed for warmer ski weather, so he felt a bit cold. The cold also reminded him of his need to urinate. He had neglected to put on thermal pants, under his ski pants, and he only had one upper layer as well under his jacket. He already had to go quite bad, having neglected to take a bathroom break at lunch, but the cold was making it a real emergency. As Lloyd skied down the trail, he could feel the cold wind everywhere on his body, including his penis and lower abdomen. He decided to do one more run, then go for a pee in the hopefully less crowded mens room.
Lloyd got on the ski lift, and squirmed. Sitting still made it obvious that he should not have delayed his toilet break any longer. There was nothing he could do now, except wait for the ski lift to reach the top, then ski down. Lloyd had the whole ski chair to himself, so no one saw his urgent squirming. His penis, made smaller by the cold, was starting to strain and quiver in his briefs from the immense need to urinate. Lloyd tried to grab his cock, but the thickness of his gloves and ski pants made it impossible to do so. Nor could he cross his legs. He had to contend with rocking back and forth. The ski lift was going more slowly than usual. It felt like he had been on it for 10 minutes, but it wasn't even halfway up the mountain. Lloyd groaned in frustration.
Suddenly, the ski lift jolted to a stop. The sudden impact was too much for Lloyd's bladder, and a spurt of piss came out. Lloyd panicked and tried to awkwardly grab himself,but with no success. He was starting to urinate in his underwear! He managed to stop himself, but just barely. His penis felt like it was about to explode, and spray out all the piss from his bladder. His bladder was maximally full and hard. Lloyd's ski pants were cutting into it. He sighed painfully.
The ski lift was not moving. Lloyd squirmed, breathing fast, rocking his hips. For the next hour, the lift stayed disappointingly still. Lloyd tried so hard to hold it all in, but he let out a few more spurts, involuntarily. Each successive spurt was bigger than the last, and harder to stop. Eventually, Lloyd's control began to fade. He had managed to stop yet another spurt. But it was so cold, and he had to pee so so bad. His penis would not stay still in his underwear. It kept twitching. Lloyd took off one glove and held himself for a little while. It was helping immensely, but it was too cold, and he put the glove back on. The moment he let go of his penis, a huge spurt came out. This time, he could not stop it, but only reduce the flow to a thin stream. Lloyd's tortured bladder was leaking slowly into his pants, and all he could do was prevent it from becoming a full on flood. The base of his penis hurt, and the pressure at the ti[ was unbearable. Lloyd was so absorbed in desperation, that he forgot where he was. All he could do was try to avoid completely peeing himself.
Suddenly, the ski lift lurched to a start. This sudden shock took Lloyd's bladder by surprise. Before he knew it, his poor, tortured penis went off like a firehose into his ski pants, emptying his bladder completely. He tried to stop, but could not. He kept peeing and peeing and peeing (like I wish I were doing as I write this). His stream stopped when the ski lift reached the top. The relief was indescribable.
Lloyd awkwardly skied down, and changed into dry clothes. |
Put these before but I've added another one. Feel free to add or change as much as you want although I'd prefer if it were original made up characters and not ones based on something although I have some ideas for that separated below. All of these are female.
A woman a mother is trying to potty train her daughter and is having difficulty doing so. As a last resort in trying to get her to use it she decides to demonstrate for her by using the training potty herself. Could continue to where the mother grows to like the notion of it and decides to keep peeing in her child's potty in secret. Up to you whether her husband or someone catches her or not.
A woman again a mother most likely decides for the safety of her child to baby proof everything in the house. Of course this backfires when she needs to use the bathroom and can't open the child proof lock on the toilet. Up to you where to go from here and where she goes instead or if she manages to figure it out.
A woman's toilet in her house breaks resulting in it needing to be fixed. This of course becomes a problem when she needs to use the bathroom and there's no toilet working. Again up to you to decide where she ends up going. Maybe trying to pee discreetly somewhere without the guy fixing her toilet knowing so she doesn't get caught in an embarrassing scenario.
A couple a woman and a man decide to buy a new toilet to replace their old one. Ultimately the husband ends up buying a sort of high tech toilet that has gadgets like it can clean itself or talk etc again up to you how that goes but ultimately the woman doesn't end up liking it but it's now bought so there's nothing she can do and she stubbornly refuses to use it. This of course becomes an issue when she needs to go to the bathroom and tries avoiding using it as she tries to find other ways or places to pee. Ultimately would end with her being forced to use the new toilet and coming around to liking it.
A woman and maybe a friend along with her being arrested be it for an innocent crime or a legitimate one. Whatever the case may be the result would be they would have to share a holding cell until their bail comes in with a few other inmates who are waiting their bail and there would be a toilet to use in the cell if they needed to use it. However one of the woman who is arrested would be pee shy and is reluctant to use the toilet in the cell which becomes a problem when she has to pee. Ultimately she would end up using the toilet much to her embarrassment just as their bail comes in. Alternatively it could be something to where a woman or pair of women is arrested and they end up being imprisoned and have to stay there for awhile until they are released on good behaviour or they end up being proven innocent and they have to get used to life in prison including overcoming reluctance to use the toilet in the cell in front of their cellmates. The first example of the holding cell would probably be easier to write since it would be one and done.
A couple move into together but the woman feels embarrassed going to the bathroom knowing her boyfriend is there. She tries to drown him out or ignore him but finds she can't. It could either be she's embarrassed peeing or pooping (Pooping would probably be the more embarrassing of the two) but the point she tries to avoid going when he is around and not in front of him which becomes difficult as she tries to go to the bathroom in other places but can't keep rushing out all the time either. Eventually she ends up going with him around and in front of him as the two reconcile.
An anthro human dog (basically a human looking woman who still squats to pee and has human instincts including wanting and being trained to use the toilet with some dog like features like a tail and ears) is fighting with her human instincts and dog instincts. Because of this she's reluctant to pee in places her dog side would have her pee like a tree/bushes/backyard or the mats dogs use in doors or fire hydrants and wants to prove she can use the toilet as she is trained to do so already when bought by someone who becomes her owner but she ends up having to go in those various places mentioned as she eventually comes to terms with her dog side and decides to alternate between both. I would use this story for inspiration (I wouldn't make it a simulation I would make it a regular world where anthro humans, humans and regular dogs and animals live together):
Alternatively a normal woman decides to make a bet with her friend that she could survive being her pet dog for a day but finds it's more difficult then she realises such as being led on a leash, eating the dog food and needing to go to the bathroom as she ends up having to pee again the trees/bushes/backyard in order to commit to it and eventually when desperate in the public setting at first tries to pee in the park but ends up not being able to do so and pees on a the fire hydrant as they eventually come to terms with the bet with her friend winning proving it isn't easy. I had done a story like this on my old accunt but again I don't think I was good.
Also to go away from scenarios that aren't based on anything I'd be interested in seeing people tackle superhero stories more. I mentioned before someone like Zatanna but maybe also the CW Arrowverse (I'd like to see Caitlin perhaps as herself or Killer Frost like what happens if she has to pee in that form does it freeze?).
Also maybe the MCU as well. I've seen people do stories with Natasha but maybe have some of the other MCU women like Gamora (I did a story but didn't think I was good at it and anyone can do it if they wanted too) or Nebula given she's part cyborg who needs to eat still would she go to the bathroom? There's also the TV side of things (Again I did one with Peggy Carter but that shouldn't stop someone else from doing one) like with Agent Carter as said or Agents of Shield's female characters like Daisy AKA Skye, Jemma, May etc. (I did adapt an implied scenario in Season 1 episode 4 but again anyone can do it or something else)
Also in TV maybe some Friends and How I Met Your Mother scenarios. I'm thinking Monica for Friends and Robin for HIMYM.
Also I am interested in seeing the desperation but uiltmately where the character ends up peeing and getting their relief not really for wetting. If you want that to be in there a little bit as part of the desperation I don't mind but again I don't want it to be the end result. |
I have some old omorashi stories involving pokemon that I made a while back but never bothered to release them. I thought that it was time to change that because there's probably people out there that will enjoy it. New stories once a week until I've exhausted my supply. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
This first one is the first omorashi story that I made. It's not the best but I still like how it turned out. Anyway, I'm probably annoying you by now so let's just start. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Virtual Bladder
Hi. I'm Bay. I live alone with a raichu named Pichanu. We normally live a happy and carefree life together, but Pichanu had an accident one day. Pichanu will tell the story since she has a better account of what happened.
I was excited today! Bay had agreed to play a game of Kirby Airride with me today. Kirby Airride only uses one button and a control stick. The controls are so simple, even a pokemon like me with no fingers can learn how to play it!
So, anyway, I felt like I should maybe pee first, but I was excited and ready to play when Bay mentioned it because he doesn't tend to play all that often; so I held back my bladder as not to delay the starting.
Despite the months of experience that I had playing the game, Bay was a master, and I would never be able to reach his greatness... To him, I must have seemed like an annoying bug that was just there sometimes, but not a problem for him to crush.
But, with that said, Bay started the Gamecube and we began playing together. Things were going a bit unusual today though. Right at the start of the day, I was beating Bay 4-0! For comparison, I usually don't beat Bay more than three times a day, if I'm lucky, let alone FOUR TIMES IN A ROW. It was very exciting for me to finally be conquering Bay for once! I just didn't want to stop playing! After the four rounds, which take about ten minutes each, I could feel my bladder getting fuller, but I thought “Bay drinks a lot of water... Surely he'll have to go soon. I'll go then.”
We got back into two more rounds and, amazingly, I beat Bay both of these rounds too! We were both just stunned at my lucky streak. I was feeling a bit more bladder now; but, honestly, I was surprised Bay didn't call for a bathroom break yet. It wasn't like him to not go after four or five rounds. Maybe he was just steamed at being beaten so much and was determined to beat me before he took a break.
We played another three rounds. Bay finally beat me on the first of these, I won the second, and we tied on the third. With an hour and a half passed after I should have already peed, my bladder was hurting a little bit, but I was determined to keep going.
We played through five more rounds. This was getting crazy for me because Bay usually doesn't even play for this long at once. Bay won all five of these rounds, as usual... By now, I was shaking because I had to pee so badly. Although we were in another round Bay finally took attention of my current situation.
“Hey, what's wrong, Pichanu? Why are you shaking?” he paused the game and asked me.
“I...I really have to pee!” I said.
“Huh? Well, if you really have to go that badly that you're shaking, why didn't you tell me sooner?”
“I thought for sure that, by now, you would have taken a break to pee yourself and I could've just gone then.”
Bay thought about it for a moment. “Hmm... Now that I think about it, it is unusual for me to have not taken a bathroom break by now... But, if you had to go, you should've just told me. I would've stopped at any time if I knew you had to go.”
“I know... I was just being stubborn because I wanted to keep playing...”
“...because you were beating me so much? Gosh! You've beaten me more times today than you usually do in a month! I guess that's a legit reason to be hyped into playing more than you should.”
“Yeah, I was excited too much... Can we go pee now? I don't think that I can hold it much longer!”
“Yeah, I'll take you out. Just climb up in my arms! I'll carry you!”
Despite being a normally sized raichu, Bay could pick me up and carry me around easily. He was surprisingly strong considering that he didn't work out at all... He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom door. Upon reaching the door and trying to turn the knob, there was trouble. He said “Dang it! This stupid thing is jammed again! I'll have to put you down to try to open it.”
He sat me on the floor and grabbed the knob tightly with both hands and tried to pull it open, but it was still no use. The door didn't budge... Bay was getting pretty angry now. He yelled at the door “Stupid door! I will bust you down if that's the last thing I ever do in life!” He grabbed an Indian tomahawk and began violently beating on the door with it. It was loud and scary! Out of fear, some of my strained bladder leaked out.
He used the tomahawk to beat up the door and break off the doorknob. With the door in pieces, it opened. He looked back at me and saw that I had leaked a little bit and knew I couldn't last much longer. He picked me up again and carried me into the large living room. Getting outside the bedroom, he looked back for a moment at the doorknob, which was still jammed in the door frame. “It was about time that I replaced that stupid door anyway...” he said.
In the living room, there were three other doors, one that led outside, one to a bathroom, and another to the other parts of the house. He was going to carry me outside, but we were terrified to see what was going on out there.
“What!? Hail? But, why now!? This almost never happens here!”
Looking at Bay, I could tell that he was getting pretty annoyed. He had a short temper and would destroy anything in his way if possible, the door being a fresh example. Bay dearly loved me though. Having me as a pet usually calmed him down.
Bay spoke again “Well, I can't take you out there! It's too dangerous!”
I didn't say anything back because I was scared and was leaking in his lap a little bit.
“I'll take you into the bathroom.” he said. “You can pee in the tub again, okay?”
I nodded quickly. Bay tried to open the bathroom door, but a familiar problem occurred.
“What?! This stupid door is jammed too! The knob won't even budge at all!”
“Bay, I don't think that I can hold it long enough for you to beat down this door too!”
I was panicked and not thinking things thoroughly; but, after I said that, I thought “Am I encouraging him to break things now?” Bay looked around the room, but there seemed to be no alternative. We were stuck between a hailstorm, a bathroom that we couldn't get into and my full bladder. Not knowing what else he could possibly do, Bay sat me down on the floor. “I wish you had told me that you had to pee sooner, because now we're really stuck. I just won't put you at the mercy of the hail! I know that you can't hold it much longer, so there's only one choice: you'll have to pee on the floor!”
His choice terrified me! I had been a good pet ever since Bay had gotten me and I had never peed on his floor before. I felt like there may have been something else that we could've done, but Bay was short of mind and I was scared and struggling too much to hold in my pee to think of anything myself. Despite this, I still wanted to protest about it.
“But Bay, if I pee here, I'll leave a terrible yellow spot!”
He bent down beside me and started petting the back of my head gently to relax me. “It's okay. I care more about you than my carpet. You're my friend, and I expected that you would have some sort of accident someday. I'm not mad at you at all. I just want what's best for you, so go ahead. Just relax and pee now. I can always clean it up then...”
I sat still for a moment thinking about what Bay had just told me. I could tell by the way that he spoke that he really did care and that this is what he was honestly suggesting that I do. Comforted by Bay, I began to relax; then, my bladder took over. Although still sitting down, I was beginning to pee in a large stream. Bay could tell by the look on my face that I was still uncomfortable doing this though. To ensure that I knew that this was okay, he rubbed his cheek up against mine. It was something that he did often when we cuddled together, and he knew that I loved it. With reassurance from Bay, I was peeing at full force now, my pee getting all over the carpet. I peed for what seemed like a very long time, but Bay was there with me petting and calming me through my whole spill.
When I was done, I looked out at the huge mess that I had made. I was surprised that I could even hold that much pee! The large puddle had gotten the bottoms of my legs wet since I had sat on the floor, so Bay picked me up and wiped me off lovingly with a soft towel. I could see it in his face. He truly wasn't mad at me! He just wanted to comfort me in my perilous time. My heart was warmed by this and it brought a little smile to my face despite what had just happened. Seeing me smile, Bay got a bigger smile on his face too! He gave me a nice, big hug, and we were both happy again.
“Well, I'm glad that that's all over with!” he said.
“Me too... I just kind of ashamed that I had to pee on the floor...”
“Aww, don't worry about it! We all have accidents sometimes. As long as this doesn't happen again, there's nothing to be ashamed of!”
I trusted Bay, and I knew it was against his code to tell a lie as well. I took comfort in his words because I knew he was sincere with everything that he said and I knew that I could believe him. Relieved that the problem was passed, I just wanted to relax and cuddle with Bay, but he had a few things to take care of first.
I had gone to lie down on the ironically named love seat to wait for him when I heard that awful banging noise again. I ran out into the living room to see what was going on. Bay was beating down the stuck bathroom door. His will still held true. Either you get out of his way or you get beaten up, and this door had just become another victim. Unlike the bedroom door, the doorknob just fell out of the wall when it became detached from the door. Looking at it, Bay said “Oops! It was just locked from the other side somehow!... I wonder how that happened...” he paused for a moment to think. “You know, if anything, it proves my point! We all have accidents and make mistakes, it's just a part of life, and that's why I'm not mad at you!”
I found this both funny and true. I smiled and ran over to Bay. “I'll cuddle,” he said “I just need to pee myself first.” Bay sat on the toilet and relieved his bladder. I looked out of the bathroom at the spot where I had just gone. It seemed like me being happy was the only thing that mattered to Bay right now, so I shrugged it off and didn't worry about it any longer.
With both of us having peed, there was no longer a thing to worry about. Bay sponged some towels over my pee and we went to relax on the love seat in the bedroom. Despite having an unfinished game, all that we wanted to do now was relax and cuddle for a while, so that's what we did. I laid up against Bay and purred as he stroked me. Bay loved to hear me purr, so he was happy to pet me now and then, and that made me happy too.
“Should we go back to playing our game?” I asked Bay after a little bit.
“Nah. I don't feel like it... Let's just relax.”
I knew by this that Bay was saying that he was done for the day, but I was okay with that. A nice, long cuddle sounded especially nice right now.
After dark, the hailstorm had grown into a vicious thunderstorm. We laid in bed, snuggled up to eachother as we always are, but it was a bit hard to sleep with all of this booming thunder, so we chatted for a little bit before we slept.
“Today was quite a day, wasn't it, Bay?”
Bay giggled “You bet! Even through it all, it was still kind of fun to have something like that happen. It's usually pretty boring and calm around here, so it was exciting to have a little dilemma on our hands.”
“It's kind of embarrassing that I ended up peeing on the carpet, but I'm happy as long as you are, Bay!”
He hugged onto me a little bit tighter. “I know. It's a little embarrassing, especially since it was right in front of me, but I wanted to be there for you.”
“And that makes me happy! I can trust that you'll be there for me if I have another problem!”
“Of course! You can get my help at any time!... Now, about that game that we played earlier. It's crazy that you finally managed to beat me for a whole day! 8 to 7.”
“Yeah! That's something to be proud of I guess!”
“You bet! I guess I'll have to step up my game next time we play!”
“Could you possibly even play any better than what you do now?”
“Of course! I just take it easy on you because you're my pal.”
“Wow, really? Taking it easy on me just to be nice... and you still usually beat me?”
“Well, I'll give you a chance... but not a very big one! Can't make it TOO easy, now can we?!” we both giggled. “But, yeah. It was pretty crazy that we played for over two hours straight! No wonder you couldn't hold your bladder!”
“Yeah, but it was very fun!”
“It was, and I'll be up for another game soon!”
I just simply nodded. The urge to sleep was getting to me now. “You ready to sleep yet, Bay?”
“Yeah. Lets get some rest so that we can have another fun day tomorrow!”
“*yawn* Good night, Bay.”
“Have a good rest, Pichanu.” He kissed me softly on the cheek.
The storm raged on, but we were ready for some sleep now. We cuddled up tightly and both gradually drifted off to sleep. We both slept soundly. The next day brought bright, clear skies, under which we basked in another fun day together!
Epilogue:
Starting from that day on, I always made sure to tell Bay right away if I felt the urge to go, and he always made sure I got my relief as soon as possible. My pee spill wasn't cleaned up very well. Bay was more concerned about me and that I was comforted rather than the spot on the carpet. As a result, the spot was pretty much just left there and ignored. It didn't matter anymore, though, and served as a reminder to me that I would never let this happen again. Bay never did fix the doors that he had broken on that day. He didn't see it as a necessary thing to do, so he just left the knobless doors hanging from their hinges. In another way, it was a good thing because I could get into the bathtub to relieve myself if I ever had to. Bay kept his word and wasn't quite as easy on me in Airride the next time we played, but still said that it wasn't his best game, claiming that he was concerned that I would never stand a chance against him in top condition. And that's how it went. We forgot all about this and went on living our happy, carefree lives.
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Yeah. Could be better. It's pretty sluggish to begin with but I still like it.
Also later stories might have different characters with the same names because I'm really lazy. Even if they're not exactly the same characters though, they have similar personalities.
I hope you enjoyed the first installment and expect the next one in a week. |
Not sure how much this classifies as omorashi but I decided to release it anyway. (btw remember that I'm lazy)
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Friends and Feces
Characters:
♂ Me (Bay); a mudkip ♀ Pichanu; a pikachu ♂ Bubbles; a minun ♂ Squirtle; a squirtle
We were all stuck in my house. An awful thunderstorm was raging outside. It simply wasn't safe for us to go out. We were stuck inside for a while and we were all feeling like we had to pee. We started discussing between eachother what we should do.
Pichanu: What do you think that we should do, guys? We know that we all have to go!
Bay: I feel like a better question would be “What are we gonna have to do?”
Bubbles: Well, this is your house, Bay. You should know everything about it. Is there a place to go in this sort of case.
Bay: No. I'm wasn't prepared for anything like this. That's what makes it hard to decide what to do because I never thought about something like this happening.
Squirtle: Do you think that we could maybe go out of a window or the door?
Bay: No. I don't think that we should. The wind is just too strong.
Squirtle: Well, Bay. What are we going to do then?
I just covered my face in shame because I didn't know what we should do. Pichanu was there to save me though.
Pichanu: Wait! Maybe we can pee in my vase! It should work!
Bay: Ooh! Good idea, Pichanu! It should be big enough for all of us!
Pichanu: I'll get it!
Pichanu went and got the vase and returned with it.
Pichanu: There! This is it! It's perfect!
Squirtle: Are you sure that we should pee in that?
Bubbles: Do you have a better idea?
Squirtle: Umm... Good point.
Bubbles: But who should go first?
Bay: I think that we should let Pichanu pee first. It was her idea that's saving us.
Bubbles: Sounds fair.
Squirtle:.. Fine. I guess that's fair enough.
Pichanu: Thanks, guys! You're all so sweet!
I stroked her on the head a few times.
Pichanu: Okay. I'm gonna go now so that you guys don't have to wait longer.
I nodded at her. Pichanu held the vase against her crotch and began peeing into it.
Squirtle: Who is going to go after her?
Bay: What do you think, Bubbles?
Bubbles: I can wait.
Bay: Me too, so I guess we'll let Squirtle go next.
Bubbles: All right.
Squirtle; Thanks!
Bay: No problem, buddy!
Pichanu: All right, my bladder is empty now. Who did you say was going next? I wasn't listening very well. It felt so good to finally relieve myself.
I giggled.
Bay: Squirtle. Hand it to Squirtle.
Pichanu: Okay.
Pichanu gave the slightly urine filled vase to Squirtle. He freed his penis from his shell and wasted absolutely no time peeing into it.
Squirtle: Ahh... I've been holding that in for a while!
Pichanu: I know. We all have...
Squirtle: It feels sooo gooood!
I laughed a little bit.
Bay: Well, that leaves just you and me, Bubbles. Who goes first?
Bubbles: I can wait for you.
Bay: Actually. I should wait for you. You're the guest here.
Bubbles: No, seriously. I'm fine waiting for you, Bay.
Bay: And I'm fine waiting for you.
Pichanu: Guys, this isn't going to get us anywhere! I know Bay. He wants you to go first, but he doesn't want to say it. He's weird, so you should just pee already and get it over with.
Bubbles: ... Ooookaay...
I got annoyed from the way that Pichanu spoke; but, thanks to her, things were settled. Although annoyed, I stood alongside Pichanu. She put her arm up and started to pet me on the back. That made me start to feel a little bit better. Bubbles was quick about finishing up. He handed the vase to me. By now, it was well over half full.
Pichanu: All right, Bay. It's just about all over now. All that you have to do now is go yourself.
I nodded. Making sure not to spill the vase, I lifted my leg over it. I made sure that my penis was in and then I started letting go. I ended up closing my eyes while I went because I was so relieved. “Everything is okay” I thought while going. It felt like quite a while that I peed, but that might have just been because my eyes were closed. When my bladder was empty at last, I opened my eyes and saw Pichanu standing in front of and smiling at me.
Pichanu: You look so much better, Bay! It's nice to see you smile!
I didn't realize that I was smiling before, but I smiled even bigger after Pichanu talked to me. I hugged her and she hugged me back.
Pichanu: There there, Bay. Just relax. It's all over now.
Bubbles smiled and almost giggled at our mushiness, but Squirtle still had a worried look. Pichanu and I were too busy cuddling to notice, so Bubbles noticed first.
Bubbles: What's wrong, Squirtle? Aren't you fully relieved?
Squirtle: I thought that I was, but I'm feeling like I have to poop now!
Pichanu and I both looked at him, but we didn't let go of each other.
Squirtle: I guess that I wasn't feeling it before because I was so focused on my full bladder, but I really feel it now! I really have to go!
Pichanu: Oh no! What are we gonna do now?
I looked down at the vase that we had all peed in. It was practically full! I was surprised that even the four of us together could hold that much pee.
Bay: The vase is full of our pee. There's no room for you to go in there. It still looks too unsafe to go outside as well.
Squirtle: We have to do something quickly! I don't feel like I can hold it in for long!
Bay: Don't worry! If we all work together, we should be able to think of something in time like before.
Pichanu: Yeah. Bay is right. Let's think of something!
Squirtle: Hurry, please!
We talked about various ideas between ourselves for awhile but we just couldn’t agree on a solution. Squirtle got very desperate after a few minutes.
Squirtle: Guys, I'm about to burst! It feels like it's coming out right now!
Pichanu: Eek! What do we do!?
Bubbles:... Bay?
Bay: Umm... Umm... I have no idea! I can tell that you're about to burst, Squirtle. I have no idea what there is for you to do. You're just going to have to poop in the corner at this point!
Pichanu: Bay!?
Squirtle: In the house!?
Bay: We have no time to do anything else now. Don't worry about it though. We can pick it up later.
Squirtle: You're right! I can feel it starting to slip out of me! I'll do it!
Squirtle ran over to the corner and the poop instantly started to drop out of him. Pichanu looked away in disgust. Bubbles and I were both calm about it. We just looked back and forth from Squirtle to eachother with a normal expression. As Squirtle was pooping, I could see the relief that he had from going. I must've looked the same way to Pichanu when I peed. He eventually finished dropping off his load and was done now. He stared out of the corner in shame and then eventually came over to the rest of us.
Squirtle: That was REALLY embarrassing to have to do...
Bay: Don't worry about it, Squirtle. It could've been any of us. I'm not mad that you had to poop on the floor. Just relax yourself and try to have a good time.
Squirtle: Thanks, Bay. You're such a good friend!
Bay: No problem! Our little predicament is all over now. Let's just get back to having a good time now!
Pichanu: Well, the poop disturbs me, but I agree with Bay. Let's have some fun!
Bubbles: Done and done!
There was a vase full of pee shoved in one corner and a pile of poop in another, but we still just carried on and had a good time. Our problem behind us now, we could just relax and do whatever we wanted to. Bubbles and Squirtle spent the night and left in the morning when the weather died down. Pichanu and I live together though. After they left, we got back to living our normal lives and sometimes we laughed recalling the whole event. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Lol I was a day late sorry about that |
The next few stories will involve the mudkip Bay and the pikachu Pichanu. I like imagining this couple together so they've gotten a number of stories to themselves (including a longer non omorashi story on my deviantart that I'm too lazy to work on). Also, I hope that mushiness doesn't disgust you because there will be a lot of that.
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Mirrored Mall
As told by Bay.
The two of us were walking around in the mall together. Pichanu was enjoying herself; but, being the loner that I was, I was annoyed by all of the others. Unimportant things aside, lets look at what happened. Pichanu and I were going around on our own business when this very odd looking mirror caught our eyes.
“Wow. Pichanu, this is one weird looking mirror, isn't it?” I said
She turned around to look. “Yeah it is... Everything in it is all... weird colored... and why can't we see ourselves in it?”
“There's something very off about this.”
“It's probably nothing special. Somebody probably just painted a picture like the mall and put it there to trick people.”
“I guess that that's a possibility...”
“Can we get going soon, Bay? I feel like I need to take a tinkle.”
“Yeah. One more minute or so.”
We both gave curious glances at the mirror and each other. After some time, I tried to touch the mirror, but my paw just went right through it!
“Oh no! You were wrong, Pichanu! There is something off about this mirror!”
“Please don't touch that! It could be dangerous!”
I decided to ignore her and walked casually into the mirror as if it was a normal thing to do. Pichanu was horrified that I did that, but was too worried about me and went through it after me. Both on the other side, a whole new world opened up to us.
“Whoa! This is so cool! It looks like a weirdly-colored, mirrored version of the mall!” I said.
Pichanu was very cautious though. “This looks dangerous though! We should just go back through the mirror!”
“Aww. But what would be the fun in that?”
“I want you to be safe, Bay!”
“I know, but I've made my choice. I want to explore this and you can't stop me from doing so.”
“But I'm scared for you, Bay!”
“Why don't you just go back home for now? I'll be back when I'm done.”
She looked really scared, but slowly said “I... can't... leave... you... Bay. I... I at least won't let you go alone!”
“So, you're saying that you'll come with me?”
“... I guess...”
“Pichanu, I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do.”
“But... I'd rather be with you than go home...”
“That's sweet of you. I'm going now; are you coming?”
She said in the weakest, most scared voice “Yes.”
“All right! Let's go then. Don't you worry yourself. I'll keep you safe if anything happens.”
“I know... You always stand up for me, but I still get scared sometimes.”
“That's okay. Let's just get going now.”
“Umm... okay.”
We walked out of the shop that we were in into the main area of the mirrored mall (that's what we dubbed it). It was surprisingly empty, but we didn't pay any attention at the time. I held Pichanu's hand to make her feel better. Getting outside of the shop, something was VERY off.
“Hey... Is it just me or is there literally NOBODY else here.”
Pichanu looked around as well. “I don't see anybody either!”
“See? This is nothing to worry about! There's not even anyone else here!”
“Well... I guess that helps me to feel a little bit better.”
“Good! Now then, where do we explore first?”
“Umm... How about we just walk around the main area of the mall for now?”
“Sounds good! Let's do it!”
We walked out toward the central part of the mall. We found a fountain there, but still nobody around. Not even a single coin in the water.
“It's so weird that there's just nobody here, isn't it, Pichanu?”
“Yeah. Where is everyone?”
I took one more look in every direction to check for others—nobody; then, I got a devious idea.
“Hey, Pichanu, what's the one thing that you would want to do in a mall if nobody else is around?”
She suspected that I was up to something. “What are you getting at, Bay?”
I hopped up onto the side of the fountain. “Do you see yet?”
“I have no idea what you mean, Bay.”
“Here. I'll show you then.”
I lifted my leg towards the fountain giving a little “whee” as I did. Pichanu then knew exactly what I was up to. I started peeing into the fountain water. Pichanu didn't like that, but she knew that it was pointless to try to stop me. She just nervously looked around to make sure that I wasn't seen, but still, nobody. I fully relieved myself into the fountain and then jumped back down to Pichanu.
“See? Nothing to worry about!”
“Ugh! Bay, you just reminded me that I have to pee myself!”
“Oops! I forgot that you said that you needed to go!”
“I kinda forgot as well, but now I feel it again!”
“Well, as long as there's no one here, I don't see a need to hold it. You can just go where ever you want to!”
“That may be fine for you, Bay, but I'm not comfortable doing that. I need a bathroom.”
“Okay. I understand. There's got to be one here somewhere. It's a mirror, so the bathroom should be in the same spot as the real mall.”
“Yeah! Good idea! Did you see one?”
“No. I was hoping that you did.”
“Ugh!”
“Hang in there, Pichanu. We'll get you relief soon enough.”
“Let's just go find the bathroom.”
“On it!”
We embarked on a great search to find a bathroom in the mirrored mall. We didn't have any luck though. Searching all around, there just couldn't seem to find one. Pichanu was getting more desperate by the minute.
“Where the heck are all of the restrooms? What is this place?”
“I don't know, Pichanu... Oh! I have an idea! Let's head back out into the main area of the mall. There should be a map there that will show us where it is.”
“That's a good idea! Let's do it!”
We went back to near where the fountain was; and, surely enough, there was a map.
“All right, so all we have to do now is find a bathroom on this map, find it in the mall then and then have you relieve your bladder. Sounds simple enough!”
“Let's hurry! It's starting to hurt me!”
I could tell because she was pushing her paws down on her crotch sometimes. We scoured the map for a few minutes, but something painful became evident.
“Umm... Pichanu,.. Is it just me or is there NO bathroom on this map?”
“I don't see one at all!”
“What if there really isn't one then?”
“What do we do then?”
“...Let's just head back into the real mall. We'll get a bathroom there hopefully.”
“I don't know what else to do at this point! Let's go!”
“...Umm... do you know where the mirror was?”
“You weren't paying attention either!?”
“No... What else did you expect from me though.”
“Ugh! I definitely can't hold it long enough for us to search the entire mall!”
“The longer that we wait, the worse, so let's get on finding it!”
“Let's hurry!”
We went around checking from store to store. All that we found was bare shelves and eerie silence. Store after store, we had no luck. Pichanu was having a hard time walking straight because she was holding her bladder as to not burst on the spot. We eventually found ourselves in some kind of shoe store probably when Pichanu just couldn't go on.
“Bay, I can't take this anymore! Even if we did make it back to the real mall now, I don't think that I could even make it to the bathroom then!”
“Umm... Well, there's always one last option: just pee where you're standing now.”
“I know... I really didn't want to do that, but I'm willing to go just about anywhere at this point!... I'm gonna do it!”
“Okay. Only I'll see you, and you know that you can trust me.”
“Completely! All right... here I go.”
She bent down and assumed her squatting position. I stood and waited for a little bit while she groaned, but nothing came out.
“I-I can't do it! I'm too afraid to! This doesn't feel right!”
She was still reluctant to go but I felt bad for her and wanted her to be relieved. To help her go, I got behind her and tickled her feet. She jerked away in response. In doing so, she put less focus on her bladder and some spilled out. Feeling the pee that had escaped her, she quickly bent back down and let the rest of the pee start to flow out. As it left her, it splashed down onto the floor and into the carpet in an ever growing puddle. Despite still being nervous, I could see her calming down out of relief. I walked up alongside her and I put my leg on the back of her neck to help her to calm down as well. We both just stared at each other for a little bit while she peed until she spoke.
“Well... I guess that I'm really doing this...”
“Have no shame, Pichanu. Let it all out. Everything is going to be fine.”
She let out a long sigh as the last of her pee flowed out.
“Feel better, Pichanu?”
“Much better! Thanks for giving me a little nudge, Bay. I don't know how long I would've taken to start on my own.”
“No problem! It's what friends are for! I want you to feel good because it makes me happy to see you happy!”
“Me too!” She looked down “... But then again, what about the spot that I just made? What if somebody finds it?”
“Ahh. That's nothing to worry about. Even if somebody does find your pee there's no way that they can prove that you did it.”
“Yeah, good point! You know, I really love you, Bay! You're always there to support and help me!”
“You are a good friend as well! You understand that I have some issues and you're very patient with me. I love you too!”
“You're a good friend! You just needed someone to understand you! How about a hug?”
I nodded and then we got locked into a hug together. I rubbed my cheek into hers and she did the same thing to me. We loved to do that. She started to purr. The sound of her purr just melted me away into happiness. Both of us were in bliss with each other. We cuddled for probably ten minutes before we calmed down and let go of each other.
“We should get out of here now, don't you think?” she asked me.
“Sure. Let's get going.”
We walked back out to the center of the mall first. We were looking at the fountain again when something hit me.
“Hey, Pichanu. Are you feeling what I'm feeling?”
Just then, her belly made a noise. “I'm actually feeling like I kinda have to poop now...”
“Wow! You ARE feeling what I am!”
She laughed. “You too, Bay!? Well then, I guess we should find a place to go then.”
“How about the fountain?”
“Poop into the fountain!?”
“Sure! I'll stand next to you and we can both go together!”
“All right. I trust you, Bay. Let's poop.”
I nodded at her. We both hopped up onto the rim and bent down next to each other with our butts aimed at the water and we both began to poop. While going, I put my paw up against Pichanu's and she nudged me very lightly as well. I was done before her, but stood on the rim with her waiting for her to get done. It didn't take long that she was done as well and we got off of the fountain's rim.
“Done and done!” I said. “Nothing else to worry about.”
“I'm so glad to have a friend like you, Bay! With you around, I feel much more comfortable to do things that I need to do even if I don't want to. You're very friendly in your own, unique way.”
“I'm here to support you, Pichanu! I know that I'm really weird, but you even respect me for that. Because of my nature, I don't bond easily, but you were willing to give me a chance and now we're great friends! ”
“Aww. You just needed someone to understand you, Bay! You can be grouchy quite a lot, but, deep down, you're still a great mudkip!”
I sighed. “Oh, Pichanu... Always trying to make me feel better. I'll never get to meet another friend like you in my life!”
“I'll always be there for you, Bay! Let's go home now!”
“Lying on the couch with you sounds extra nice right now. Let's go.”
We went back on our search for the way out. Looking in store after store, we eventually found the mirror again and went back to the real mall. I didn't want to be a bother so I didn't say anything, but then my stomach growled, giving away that I was hungry.
She laughed when she heard me. “You sound hungry, Bay!”
“I guess so...”
“Let's get a snack before we head back, okay?”
“Sure... Soft-baked pretzel?”
“Sounds delightful! Let's get one!”
We both got our own pretzel and sat up against each other on a bench as we chowed down on them. It was a satisfying treat. I playfully nudged Pichanu every now and then and she would nudge me back. The pretzels were gone before we had hardly even noticed. Pichanu laughed again.
“Well, it looks like we were both pretty hungry, Bay!”
“I don't even feel completely satisfied yet...”
“Me neither... but I still don't feel like I could eat another entire pretzel.”
“Me neither. How about we get one and split it?”
“Sure! I trust you enough, Bay!”
“Sweetie!”
We got one more pretzel and sat back down on the bench in the same way as before and took turns biting off pieces of pretzel from our side. I was leaning against Pichanu out of affection because I was so happy after all that happened today. She just giggled and patted the back of my head. She knew that I liked that. The two of us finished off the last of the pretzel, but I ate a bit more of it than she did.
“You all filled up, Bay?”
“I'm soo full now...”
She giggled again. “Good! Should we go home now?”
“Yes. I feel like I could even take a nap now...”
“Ooh, that's rare for you! I ought to hop in bed and take a little nap with you as well.”
“Off we go then!”
“Roger!”
We left the mall and returned home. I was feeling quite tired by now. It didn't take either of us very long to pee again and then jump in bed. We snuggled up tightly and I started to pet Pichanu. I liked to pet her when we rested together. She soon began to purr loudly. I eventually spoke again.
“Everything is okay now. Our problem passed, we can rest easy now.”
“And that I will. And I also just love it when you pet me!”
“I know that you do, sweetie. That's why I do it.”
“Sometimes I feel a little awkward when you call me sweetie, but I know that you're only being affectionate.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. In another sense, I really kinda like it too.”
“Well, I'm glad. Let's have a little rest now, shall we?”
“Of course, Bay. Have a nice nap!”
“You too, Pichanu.”
I slowly stopped petting her and rested, her purring slowed and eventually stopped as she relaxed as well. She later let out a large yawn. I thought that it was cute and moaned a little bit in response. That made her drowzilly giggle. She knew that I often moaned when I was happy so she liked it when she heard that, much like I loved the sound of her purr. We were such good friends, and we would love each other always. Snuggled up tightly and comfortable, we both drifted off into a nice, little nap together.
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Fun fact: While revising this story for release I had to check to make sure that I spelled shoe right because I had literally forgotten how to. lol
Next story will also feature Bay and Pichanu
I did have everything indented but apparently the website doesn't like that so whatever. I don't imagine that anyone will really even care. lol
Edited September 14, 2017 by ShyBay
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A bit on the short side but I like how it turned out.
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#2 Winter Woes
As told by Pichanu.
It was probably sometime in the middle of January. I woke up from my hibernation for a little bit to have a bite to eat. It was very cold in the house, but I thought nothing of it at the time. I found some semi-frozen strawberries to eat. Bay was still asleep in bed, but I sat down next to him to eat. I was eating some strawberries, but then it hit me.
“I have to pee.” I thought to myself. I sat the strawberries on the side of the bed and went to the door to go out. I tried to push the door open, but it didn't budge. “Oh no... don't tell me that I'm snowed in...” I pushed on the door harder, but still I could do nothing. “This is bad! What if I can't get outside to pee?” I looked back at Bay. “Maybe I could get it open with Bay's help, but I feel bad about waking him up... I'll hold it for a little. Maybe something else can be done in time.”
I sat back up on the side of the bed with Bay and ate some more strawberries. I thought a little about what to do but the coldness quickly got to me. It was making me feel like I really had to pee. I sighed. “In this cold, I won't be able to hold it for long... I have to try to get outside again.”
I made another attempt to open the door. This time, I used all of my strength, but it still wasn't enough. I panted from how hard that I tried. “I can't do this... I need Bay's help.” I walked over to the bed once again. I felt bad waking him, but I didn't know what else to do. I rubbed Bay to wake him up. He didn't budge. I was really feeling my bladder now. I was getting desperate. I was shaking Bay now in a desperate attempt to wake him up. Finally, he slowly began to awake.
“Bay, you have to help me get the door open because I have to pee!”
He was waking up very slowly “Ugh... what?...”
“I really need to get outside soon or things are not going to be good!”
“Ugh... Okay, but I need a minute to wake up...”
“All right, but please hurry!”
Bay slowly started to sit up. It was painfully slow for me because of how much that I had to pee. He was finally able to sit up. When he was up, he saw the bowl of strawberries and decided to eat one. He got that down and then he seemed ready to help.
“Okay, now what was it that you wanted again?”
“I need help opening the door or else I might pee myself in my own house!”
“Oh, you have to go? But why do you need my help to go outside?”
“The door is stuck and I can't move it on my own!”
“Oh. I see. I can tell how much you have to go by the way that you're holding yourself.”
I hadn't noticed that had done that because I did it while I was focused on watching Bay get up, but I looked down and was surprised to find both of my paws on my crotch. It surprised me, but it didn't bother me though. I didn't care if Bay saw me and he didn't care either.
“Let's try to get this door open now. I can feel that I have to pee now too.” Bay said.
“Let's hurry!”
The two of us pushed on the door together, but it made no difference. It was still too much snow for the two of us together to get through.
He eventually gave up and sighed. “No luck, Pichanu. That door's not moving!”
I took my paws from the door and put them back on my crotch. “This is bad! I can't hold it much longer!”
Bay took a look around the room and then looked outside a window.
“Oh. There must be almost seven or eight inches of snow on the ground. No way that we can move that.”
“This is so bad!...”
He took one more look around the room and then came over to meet me.
“It looks like there's nothing that can be done. It looks like we may have to pee in a corner or something.”
“But I would hate to pee in our own house...”
“It's not a good thing, but life is not always pleasant. We should just relieve ourselves now and let comfort and happiness refill us.”
I sniffled and whined. “My bladder hurts!! As much as I hate to admit it, I'm starting to agree with you. As much as I have to go, relieving myself sounds good just about anywhere!”
“We can go over there.” He pointed to the corner that was farthest from the bed. “I'll go with you.”
I sniffled again. “Again, I hate to do this, but I think that I'm going to...”
“It'll be okay. It's just a little bit of urine in the house. It's not going to hurt, just stain a little.”
“... That's true. Let's just do this and get it over with.”
He nodded. We stood up against the wall looking at each other. We both lifted our legs toward it. Even though I was a female, I still liked to lift my leg sometimes when I peed. Bay respected me for that because he saw it as unique. I stood there frozen, unable to make myself go despite my urge to. When Bay gave me another nod of approval, I started to pee very strongly. Seeing me go, Bay started going as well and the two puddles started to grow on the carpet. Steam rose off of my warm pee because it was so cold inside. I felt bad peeing inside, but the relief felt so good that I didn't even care anymore. The two of us let out all of our pee into the carpet and we were relieved.
Again, I just stood and stared at Bay with my leg still lifted. I didn't know what to say for myself, but he spoke again.
“It couldn't have been helped. It came down to this and this is what we had to do.”
“Yeah, but I've never had to pee in the house before...”
“Let's just leave it behind us. It happened and there's nothing that can be done about it now. Let's go sit on the bed and cuddle and have some strawberries.”
I finally lowered my leg. “Yeah. No point in crying over it. I agree. Let's cuddle!”
He sighed. “I've always loved to cuddle with you.”
“Me too! You're a great friend and I love to cuddle you too!”
“Let's go rest, shall we?”
“Yeah! Let's cuddle!”
We went back over to the bed and sat on it. Bay was really cuddly. He hugged me tightly and I hugged him just as tightly back. Occasionally, we would reach down to get a strawberry, but we never let go with both paws. Feeling the cold and feeling comfortable with Bay, I was getting sleepy again. I took one more look at the puddles of pee in the corner and just shrugged it off. “Nothing to worry about.” I thought to reassure myself.
“Well, Bay, I'm starting to get tired again.”
“Yeah, we still need to be hibernating, but you might want to wipe off your face first.” He giggled.
It was true. Both he and I had strawberry juice on our lips. We just wiped it off on the blanket. No care given; it was all about just being happy now. The bowl now empty of its strawberries was thrown on the floor and forgotten. We got under the blanket and hugged on each other to go back to sleep for the rest of the winter.
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What does this website have against indents? lol |
I thought that this was kind of mediocre but I decided to release it anyway. Still Bay and Pichanu but next one will be a bit different.
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Furniture World
As told by Bay.
Do you remember that mall from the other story? Well, here we are again in an equally awkward and desperate situation.
“Hey, look, Pichanu. Isn't that one of those mirrors like we went through before?”
She came to see. “Hmm... It sure looks like it.”
“Shall we explore?”
“Ugh... I don't know. You remember what happened last time we went through one of these things.”
I laughed. “Yeah. You ended up having a little accident... And that fountain got a lot more from us than it wanted!” I laughed again.
She giggled and then shrugged. “Yeah. Poor fountain... Oh well. We had to relieve ourselves somewhere though since there were no bathrooms.”
“Yup. It was the best thing that we had so that's where we went.”
“... Do you think that anyone is listening to us?”
“Uhh... Yeah. Maybe... Tell you what. Let's check out this mirror but this time we'll make sure to keep track of where the mirror is.”
“Okay. Sounds fair. You lead.”
I nodded and walked into the mirror. She followed me. The world inside the mirror was much different than the last. There were chairs and couches and love seats as far as you could see in any direction. We were in awe of just how massive the area was and crammed full of comfortable cushions.
“This is cool, but I don't know about this, Bay... This looks like it could get confusing.”
“Not to worry! This is easy! All that we need to do is climb up on something to see where we are and find our way back.”
“True... But still, I can't help but worry.”
“There's still no need to worry. Even if we do somehow manage to get lost I have all the water that we could possibly need.”
“Yeah. Okay. You win. Let's do some exploring.”
“Which direction should we start in?”
She looked around “Ooh. How about over there?” She pointed to my right. “That floral design is pretty!”
“It is. Let's get a look.”
We walked over together and sampled it. It was a little bit rough in texture, but Pichanu loved the design. We were soon done looking there though. As more interesting pieces caught our attention, we wandered around towards them. Eventually, we ended up at this incredibly plushy blue love seat.
“This sure is comfortable, isn't it, Bay?”
I felt it. “Yeah. I like it.”
She thought for a moment and then smiled. “Hey, how about we have a little cuddle here?”
“Sure! Let's love for a little bit!”
She jumped on the love seat. “Come on up, Bay!”
I hopped on up and joined her. We laid down belly to belly. I squeezed my legs around her and she squeezed me with her arms and legs. There was nothing in the world better to me than cuddling with Pichanu. Anyway, she spoke again after a few minutes of cuddling.
“We don't have anything else to do today, do we?”
“I don't think so. Why?”
“I'm so comfortable that I think that I may just have a little nap. If you'll rest with me.”
“Sure. I'm as comfortable as you are right now. A nap snuggled up with you sounds fine.”
She stroked my head a few times. “Thanks, Bay. You always try to make me happy!”
“You being happy is important to me. All right. Let's rest.”
She turned her head for a second. “You don't think that anyone will find us?”
“Nope. I'm pretty sure that we're safe here.” I said as I gently pulled her head back down.
She yawned. “Okay. Have a good nap, Bay.”
“You too, Pichanu.”
I was a little restless, as usual, but we eventually were both asleep. I don't know how long we slept for, but the next thing that I remember is Pichanu wiggling away from me. That woke me up, but we always slept tightly cuddled, so we were used to it. When I opened my eyes and saw her, she looked troubled and had a paw on her crotch.
“I knew that we should have at least used the bathroom before we went through the mirror! I don't want the same thing to happen again!”
I was still somewhat waking up. “Ugh... How bad is it?”
“I really have to pee!!”
Just then, I felt my bladder start to bother me. It was as full as hers. “This isn't that bad of a situation though. It's not like anyone is going to stop us from just relieving ourselves anywhere.”
“Yeah, but what if someone wanted to buy any of these? If we pee on them, they're ruined!”
I sighed. “Ugh... true... Well, we had a nap, but surely we can't be that lost. Let's climb onto the back of one of these couches and get a look around.”
“Yeah. That's the best thing... No need for me to be panicking. I'm just thirsty too...”
“I'll give you a drink then.”
“I'm just afraid to because my bladder is already full enough...”
“It won't make much of a difference. Just have a drink.”
“Okay. I guess that it couldn't hurt that much...”
She walked over close to me and I shot a little bit of water into her mouth. She gulped that down and opened her mouth again for more. I gave her some more and then she was satisfied.
“Thanks again, Bay. Now let's climb up on that couch over there.” She pointed to a red couch.
I nodded. We climbed up to the top and got the best look that we could, but nothing looked familiar to us.
“Ugh! This isn't good! I don't recognize any of these things! We're lost!”
“Don't panic, Pichanu. We have time. We both have to go but we can still find our way out of here before our pee finds its way out of us.”
“I hope you're right. I'd like to drop off this load as soon as possible.”
“I feel you. Let's get going!”
We hopped down from the couch and started searching. We pointed out a few pieces of furniture that seemed familiar, but had trouble debating whether or not that they were actually what we thought that they were. It wasn't looking very good for us, but then it only got worse.
“Oh no. I can feel it. I'm gonna have to poop too!” I said.
“And my bladder is getting so full! It's starting to hurt!”
“Mine too. I don't think that we're going to make it. We should think of something just in case we do have to relieve ourselves here.”
“I hate to think about it, but probably the best thing that we could do is remove a cushion and pee under it and then cover it up.”
“That's a pretty good idea, but let's try to get out first.”
“We better hurry!”
We got back to the search but we walked slowly because we had our legs somewhat crossed because of our full bladders. We started to find some furniture that definitely was familiar and we began to piece our way back, but, because I had to poop, we just weren't making it in time.
I bulked. “I-I just can't hold it in anymore! Maybe if I didn't have to poop I could last, but I just can't do it!”
She came over to me and hugged me. She was shaking. “I can't go on either! I've already started to leak... We're going to have to use our backup plan, even though I hate to...”
“It... It has to be done. We're at our limits and can't go on.”
“Let's just get this cushion off that's right above us. I really have to pee though. I hope that I can get up all right...”
She took a couple of steps back to make a running start to jump on the couch above us; but, as soon as she started to run, urine started to shoot out of her crotch. She made it onto the couch, but pee was now spilling out everywhere. She made a desperate attempt to lift a cushion and get under it, but she panicked too much and couldn't get a grip on it. There was already a huge mess of pee on the couch so she just gave up and let it all spill out on top of the cushion. She was really embarrassed that that had happened, but she was relieved.
“I... I couldn't stop it...” she said.
“It's okay. When we're at our limits, our bodies will relieve themselves even if it's not convenient for us. It's something that has to happen eventually.”
“Yeah; but so embarrassing...”
“Don't be embarrassed! Only I saw your spill and now I'm going to have to do the same thing as well.”
I jumped up on the couch. I managed to only leak a couple of drops on the way up; but, as soon as I was up there, I lifted my leg towards the back of the couch and shot out pee at full force. I could feel it splashing up off of the couch and onto me, but there was no stopping it. It felt to good to stop anyway. When Pichanu had lost control, she just simply couldn't regain it. She sat watching me as I went and began to look a little less embarrassed.
As soon as my bladder was emptied, it was time to get rid of my poop too. I walked to the area between the two puddles that we had made on the couch and bent down there to let it out. I really started to relax as the great feeling of total relief shot through me. Pichanu Walked over and sat down in front of me and held out her paw for me while I pooped. I took it and we just silently stared while I went. I looked down and saw that Pichanu had gotten her feet soaked when she burst, but she had no control over that. Although wet fur doesn't look that good, a little bit of pee won't hurt anyone.
I lifted my butt as I was done pooping and the two of us jumped down from the couch while still holding paws.
“Nothing that could have been done about it.” I said. “It was coming out no matter what.”
“Yeah... but again, as always, I feel so relieved that I don't even care about what I just peed on.”
I took my front leg and put it around her back. “The relief is the most important part. Where isn't as much. If your bladder is that full, it doesn't matter where; you just feel overwhelmingly relieved when you let it out. We're both wet with our own urine, but relieved. That's all that matters.”
She sighed. “Such tough words, but so hard to disagree with you. I don't think that I'll ever strain myself that hard again. If I really have to go, I'll improvise if necessary... And I'm never going into another mirror after this! This always happens!”
I laughed and patted her back. “Me neither. I think that we've already stained enough things with our pee. Let's just go home already.”
“Sure, but we have to find our way out first.”
“Yeah... Wait... Isn't that the floral couch over there?”
She looked. “It is! Why did we not see that right when we were about to burst?”
“I don't know, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. We still would have burst before we made it to the bathroom even if we did get back.”
She sighed. “True. Whatever. It's all over and done with. Let's just leave with our wet selves and go get a bath.”
I nodded. We used the floral couch to easily find the mirror and make our way out. Even though we were a little bit wet, nobody mentioned anything and we left the mall without a problem. We then went to our favorite swimming hole to get washed off. We helped to clean each other in hard to reach places and got completely clean. As per usual after a bath, we laid out on a rock in the sun to dry. Of course, we cuddled as well. Despite what had happened today, we soon got back to our normal lives with yet another memory of a place where we had to involuntarily empty our bladders on. |
This one is a little bit different but fits in with the last few stories.
Note: Whomever is marked as (me) is the one telling the story.
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There's Business to be Done
♀ (me) Puffly; an jigglypuff ♀ Pichanu; a pikachu ♂ Bay; a mudkip
Things just went wrong for me one day. The three of us lived together and all did rescue missions as a team. Bay had warned me today that there was work to do later, but I was feeling tired. I asked if I could sleep for a little bit. He said that that was okay and to just make sure that I got to the meeting place on time. He kissed my forehead and then left with Pichanu. Alone, I went to sleep and rested myself.
I slept for some time and then softly awakened later. I rolled out of bed and shook myself lightly to wake up. I looked out a window then and saw where the sun was. Then, I remembered. I was going to be late for the mission if I didn't hurry! I quickly rushed outside. It was sunny, but the wind was really blowing. Wind is very annoying for me because it's easy for my light body to be blown around. Then, I could feel my bladder aching to be emptied too. “That'll have to wait. I have to get to the meeting!” I thought.
I ran as fast as I could. Fighting the wind was enough of a problem by itself, let alone my constantly filling bladder. It wasn't bad at first, but it became uncomfortable very quickly. “Why does the meeting point have to be so far away!?” I thought. “Well, the mission is in Howling Forest. That makes sense. I gotta try to hold out! I can't be late!”
After about ten minutes, my bladder was really aching and the wind was making it hard to hold. Not even mentioning the fact that I was trying to run somewhere. Eventually, I just couldn't take it anymore. “I have to go relieve myself! I don't care if that makes me late for the meeting. It has to be done!” There was a problem though. I was in town and there was a lot of other pokemon around and I wasn't comfortable with them seeing me pee, so I held it longer to try to get away from town. I was starting to slow down though because I didn't want my bladder to leak or burst.
I was in pain now; but much to my relief, I was on the edge of town. I could just run off into the forest and pee there and nobody would know! Suffering myself to move a little bit farther, I made it far enough into the forest to where I wouldn't be seen. I was looking for a pair of roots near each other so that I could stand on them and go without getting my feet wet but then the worst thing happened to me.
A strong gust suddenly blew and swept me away with it! I didn't roll far, but I ended up smacking my back into a tree and being flipped upside down. The sudden shock of hitting the tree did it. My bladder started emptying itself and it started splashing all over my face! I tried my hardest to hold it back, but it just kept going! There was no stopping it. Realizing that it was pointless to resist, I tried to roll back onto my feet, but the wind was keeping me pinned to the tree.
My fur was soaking in my own pee now. With the feeling of relief in me, I just gave up and let the rest of my bladder empty and splash down my face. It was so disgusting, but I felt a lot better. Finally, the last few spurts came out and I was empty. I sighed. Just then, the wind changed direction and I was able to roll back onto my feet.
Soaked and smelly, I was at a loss for what to do. I thought about going back home, but I thought “No! I have to do this! My job is important and I'm sure that Bay and Pichanu will take care of me!” With that, I ran off as fast as I could go! I was a lot easier not having to worry about my bladder anymore (I really should have just relieved myself as soon as I woke up). Although quite late, I made it there and found Bay and Pichanu waiting there for me.
Bay: Sheesh! You're late... And what the heck happened to you?
Puffly: I... I... (I sniffled) I had an accident.
Pichanu: Please tell us what happened!
Puffly: I... I woke up late and realized that I wouldn't make it here on time if I didn't rush, so I didn't relieve myself before I came. That was a big mistake. It just got worse and when the wind flipped me upside down into a tree, my bladder burst and I couldn't stop it.
Pichanu: So you're soaked in PEE?!
I sat down and cried. “Yeah. I peed on myself... I peed ALL OVER myself!”
Bay hugged me then which surprised me because I was still soaked in pee. He said, “It's okay. I understand. It happens sometimes. I'm just glad and surprised that you even came out here after that.”
I smiled lightly, but I still cried. “I realized that my job was more important and I knew that you'd make it all better!”
Bay: Of course I will! Now, just close your eyes. I'll get you all washed up.
I relaxed and closed my eyes because I knew that everything would be okay. I would be cleaned up and nobody except for Bay and Pichanu would know anything about my accident. The feeling of Bay's cool water had never felt better. It ran down my sides and washed all of the pee away. I sighed again after I felt the last of the water run down my side. I was clean, comfortable, and with my best friends.
Pichanu: Sorry to hear about what happened to you.
Puffly: It's okay. I feel all better now that I'm with you two!
Bay hugged me again and wagged his tail. Pichanu Soon hugged on too and we were all in a wet group hug. We cuddled for a couple of minutes and then we went of to do our mission.
Aside from starting late, everything went perfectly. We all showed off our moves. I had the best move set out of the three of us though. We picked off any hostile pokemon before they could even come close to us! We all had fun and I completely forgot about my earlier plight.
It didn't come up again until it was late at night when Pichanu was already sleeping.
Bay stroked me and said, “An accident every now and then is perfectly fine. We're not perfect; and if we were, life would just be boring.”
Then I remembered all that had happened. “But it's embarrassing though.”
“Yeah. It happens that way sometimes, but Pichanu and I have been through this a few times before we met you.”
“Really?”
“Yup. Care to hear about it?”
“Sure. I'm curious.”
“Okay. Just be cautious that what you're about to hear is minorly disgusting.”
“After today, I can take it.”
He laughed. “Yeah; okay. I'll tell you the one about the mall first.”
“You guys had an accident at the mall?”
“Kind of... Two actually. Just listen.”
We sat and cuddled with each other for a long time as he recalled all the things that he and Pichanu went through. It was funny, embarrassing, and a little sad, but he told me with no shame. I found it kind of entertaining and relatable to what I went through today.
With the time passed, we were tired and ready to sleep. We decided that a tinkle was necessary before we went to bed though. I found myself a good spot and spread my feet apart to let my bladder start emptying, but then Bay came up along my side and lifted his leg in the other direction. We just smiled at each other and he even wagged a little bit. We both started peeing at right about the same time and just let ourselves be relieved. Despite the fact that I don't like to be seen peeing by other pokemon, I was perfectly fine with Bay or Pichanu. They adopted me when I was just a little igglybuff and they were like parents to me.
I finishing peeing and waited a few more seconds there for Bay to finish up. I knew I had to poop too though. I told Bay and he said “Okay.” Finding another spot, I prepared myself and let the poop start coming out. Bay sat at my side and held my hand. Again, we just smiled while I went. It took me a couple of minutes, but I finished up and we went back inside.
I found a comfortable place to lie down and then rolled on my back to go to sleep. Bay then hopped up with me and curled around me. I always loved the feeling of Bay around me when I slept. I was just about ready to start sleeping, but Bay suddenly spoke one more time.
“Don't let one accident get you down. You're very lovable and that doesn't change anything about you.”
I yawned. “Aww, Bay... You're always so supportive of me.”
He hugged tighter. “You being happy is important to me. I just want you to be happy. All right. We've stayed up late. Let's get some rest for tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Thanks, Bay, for being such a great parent to me.”
“I was happy to help you and I've been happier since you've been around. I greatly love you and I don't ever want you to leave.”
“I never want to leave either. I love it here.”
“Good. I'm happy that You're happy.”
He gave me a soft kiss again. I then rolled over on my side and did the same to him. He wagged his tail just a little bit and then relaxed himself to go to sleep. I didn't even bother rolling back onto my back. I just let myself go to sleep as I was in Bay's legs. I slept better that night that I had in a long time. |
This one is my favorite story to date.
It ties in with the first story but happens at a much later date.
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The Mudkip Curse
Characters:
♂ Me (Bay); a human ... (maybe?) ♂ Bubbles; a minun ♀ Pichanu; a raichu
♀ Puffly; a jigglypuff ♀ Aqua; a marill
I was out on one of my common metal hunting expeditions. Bubbles and Pichanu were with me. I also had Puffly and Aqua with me but they were being lazy in their pokeballs. Anyway, wandering around in this large field, a very unusual find was dug up. It had a very odd glow and brushing it off revealed some lettering.
Bay: Wow. This is a cool thing; and it's got writing all over it!
Bubbles: Nice! What does it say?
I examined it a little bit closer. “Umm... I can't actually tell. It doesn't appear to be in English.”
Bubbles: Darn...
Pichanu: I wonder what it would say...
Bay: Ehh, maybe Google Translate won't be so garbage and we can get an idea of what it says.
Pichanu: Of course. I didn't think of that.
I patted her head a couple of times. “Let's finish up the day here and then go home later to get a better look at this thing.”
Bubbles: Yeah. Who knows what else cool that we could find?
Bay: Nobody I guess. I guess that that's up to us to find out.
Pichanu: That looks like an interesting place to check! (she pointed over to where the trees started growing alongside a creek.)
Bay: Yeah. I bet that there will be stuff down there. Let's check it out.
Pichanu and I started to walk down to where she had pointed. Bubbles rode on my shoulder. We dug around for a few more hours and found some newer coins but nothing else really interesting. Puffly occasionally popped out to check on what we found. Aqua stayed quiet in her pokeball as usual.
By the time that we were ready to leave, evening was already approaching. We were getting prepared to make the walk home. Pichanu stayed faithful to me and walked the entire way with me. Bubbles also rode on my shoulder and kept me company on the way back. Once home, we washed up all of the coins that we had found and that odd thing from before. Once everything was cleaned, it was time to look into the mystery of the mystery object. Pichanu, Puffly, and Bubbles followed me for the reveal.
I got on the computer and typed it in for translation. This is what it threw up: “Whoever digs up this holy relic will have given them the curse of Mudkip. Any exposure to the moon will turn the finder into a mudkip until the moon goes down and disappears from the sky.”
Bay: Whoa. This is a really weird thing. And it's saying about cursing me into a mudkip in the moonlight? Pfft. I don't believe that, but this is still a very interesting thing.
Puffly: You don't even think the slightest bit that you could be cursed though.
Bay: No. I think that that's absolutely preposterous. It has a weird glow to it, but I believe that just to be a ruse.
Pichanu: Bay has never believed in curses or spells or hexes or anything like that. I've never seen provable evidence that they could actually exist, so I'm going with Bay on this one. I don't believe that it will happen.
Bubbles: Yeah. It does seem kind of silly, doesn't it?
I giggled. “Yeah. Why a mudkip of all things?”
Puffly: Well... Okay. But I'm still watching out for you for a while.
Bay: Whatever. Do what you want. I will accept that you can be concerned about me even if I'm not.
Puffly nodded. I picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. Aqua was already lying in bed and watching TV. I usually always let all of my pokemon out in the house. Anyway, I sat Puffly on the side of the bed and said “I'll be back in a couple of minutes. She watched me as I left the room. I put the new coins away in their container and the odd relic with the other cool stuff that I had found detecting.
I gathered up all of my friends into the bedroom and shut the door. I also brought in plenty of goldfish for us to eat. All five of us liked goldfish to at least some extent. Anyway, some time passed as we rested and I cuddled with Puffly. I got the urge to look outside at the spiders in the window. I could tell by the light that moonrise was near. The spiders were doing nothing interesting, so I laid back down in bed.
Bay: Well, Puffly, it looks like the moon is just about to rise here.
Puffly: Really? I hope that you'll be okay...
Bay: Don't worry about me, Puffly.
Aqua: Wait, what's going?
Bay: According to a weird hunk of metal that I found today, I'm supposed to be cursed into a mudkip whenever the moon rises. (I laughed)
Aqua: Really? That makes me afraid now too!
Bay: You choose to believe that it will happen?
Aqua: Well, maybe not entirely; but still, what if it could actually happen?
I just shook my head and petted Aqua on her head. Very shortly after that, my body started tingling. “Weird.” I thought to myself. It got a lot worse over the next couple of minutes. I chose not to tell anyone about it. “Urk... Is this actually happening?” I thought.
I tried to hide my feeling, but the concerned Puffly noticed that something was wrong. She walked up to me. “I'm feeling a little bit odd.” I said. “but it's probably just going to be diarrhea again.”
Pichanu turned her head at me for a second and then shrugged and turned her attention back towards the TV. Bubbles didn't even move at all. Aqua became worried about me though. She had to watch to see what was going on. The tingling was turning into a pain now. I just wanted to curl up until it went away, so I completely wrapped myself up in a blanket. Not long after, the sudden transformation happened.
Although it was pitch black under that blanket, I knew that it had happened. Despite this, my first thought was “Good thing that I was naked already, because my clothes certainly won't fit me now.” Curling up in the blanket turned out to be a bad idea. I got stuck inside it because I was no longer big enough to move it well.
Puffly and Aqua were very concerned at this point. They had seen the blanket shrink down when I changed. Aqua was even crying a little bit.
Aqua: I-I think that it happened. (she was sniffling)
Pichanu: WHAT?! (Pichanu and Bubbles both came running) Where's Bay?
Puffly: He... He's under the blanket.
Bay: Ugh. I could use a bit of help getting out of here please.
Pichanu came to help me, but felt me first. She could feel that I was small.
Pichanu: There is no way!...
Bay: Look, I'm a mudkip, okay? Just let me out of here already. There's not a lot of oxygen under this blanket...
Pichanu was also now crying because she was scared, but she got her paws under the edge of the blanket and then threw it off all at once. Everybody could see my new form now. Puffly quickly hopped over and cuddled me.
Puffly: Are you okay?
I yawned. “I feel fine. I'm just a mudkip now.” I took a look at my new paws.
Everyone gathered around closer to me. Bubbles got in front of me to grab one of my paws.
Bubbles: Who would've thought that it would actually happen?
Bay: Aqua... (I laughed and turned my head towards her.)
Aqua: But... but it did happen!
Bay: I know. Looks like I'm going to be fine though. I'm just... smaller...
Bubbles: So, what do we do now?
Bay: I guess that we just do our usual stuff. Let's just sit back and relax.
Pichanu: Well, since you're saying that you're okay, I guess so. I'm feeling kind of curious about what it'll be like to cuddle you like this.
Bay: Hmm... yeah. That'll probably be different, but oh well. This is what it's like for now so let's just get used to it.
Aqua: But-but are you sure that it's just for now?
Bay: I'm pretty sure. The inscription said that I would only be a mudkip by exposure to the moon so I assume that I'll return to normal after the moon sets.
Aqua: I hope so. I don't want you to be stuck like this forever.
Bay: Don't worry about me. Just go relax.
Aqua: I... I... I can't help myself. (she sniffled)
I patted her head. “Everything will be fine.”
She snuggled in closer to me. This was weird for Aqua because she liked to be alone for the most part. She was just really concerned about me. I laid down and cuddled with Pichanu. Aqua came over and cuddled me from the back. I was pretty surprised by this, but I left her alone. I could feel her little paws shaking on my back, but I thought that she would eventually just calm down on her own.
So we did our usual things for a while. Aqua still nervously cuddled me. Eventually, I felt bad for her and rolled over to hug her back. She started to calm down a bit then. Nothing happened for a while, but then something else came up.
Bubbles: Bay, I have to pee. Will you let me out?
Bay: Yeah, I'll... Umm... I think that we have a problem...
Bubbles: What?
Bay: Well, now that I'm your size, there's no way for me to reach the doorknob to open it!
Bubbles: Uh oh...
I sighed “I never should've felt bad for the door and fixed it...”
I had pet doors on my front and back doors, but not on my bedroom door.
Pichanu: Yeah. I remember the problem that that door gave us before... Do you think that it would work if someone climbed up on my back to reach the doorknob?
Bay: Probably not... We could probably reach it but I don't think that we'll be strong enough to open it though... and the bedroom window would have the same problem...
Bubbles: Well, great... What are we gonna do then?
Bay: I don't know. Give me some time to think about it.
Puffly: This sounds really bad.
Bay: Just hold yourselves together for a little bit. I'll try to think of something.
As time went on, I could feel myself having to pee and everyone else began to look the same way. Trapped in this little room, there wasn't a lot to work with, so I was at a standstill. Nothing was coming to me.
Bubbles: Have you thought of anything yet, Bay?
I sighed. “It doesn't look good...”
Puffly moaned. “What do we do then?'
Bay: I don't know. Things may come down to their worst...
Aqua: I hope not. I don't want to have to pee inside.
Pichanu: Me neither; but, unfortunately, it happens sometimes anyway...
Bay: Yeah. If it comes down to that, I won't be mad at anyone. This is actually my fault for not considering the consequences of shutting the door.
Pichanu: That's not your fault! Even I didn't believe that you would actually be cursed.
Bay:... If you say so.
She hugged me. “Don't be hard on yourself. There's no way that you could've seen this coming.”
I sighed. “But I don't know what to do about this...”
Pichanu: It will all get worked out in the end.
Bay: Yeah. Maybe not in the best way, but our bladders will get relieved one way or another. I'm completely at a loss of what to do. I think that I'll just leave a corner open to pee in.
Pichanu: Aren't you at least going to try to get the door open.
I looked away. “No. I don't want to.”
Pichanu: Don't be so stubborn!
Bubbles: I'll try it.
Pichanu: Okay. Let's do this.
Pichanu stood under the door and Bubbles climbed up on her. I watched doubtfully with Puffly at my right and Aqua at my left.
Aqua: Why would you give up so easily.
Bay: I don't really care if we have to pee on the carpet. It's not a big deal; mostly, I'm just really lazy though.
Aqua: Really? You don't care at all?
I hugged Aqua. “You guys are more important to me than anything else I own. You being happy is the most important thing to me. I'm fine if the carpet is stained as long as you're happy.”
She sniffled “Aww... That's so sweet of you; but I have to pee and poop and I still don't want to go inside...”
I petted her head. “It'll be okay. The rest of us will be going as well.”
Bubbles: Dang it! I can't get a grip on this thing! How do you humans open these things so effortlessly?
Bay: We have long fingers. That's pretty much it. Well, since we're not getting out of here anytime soon I guess that we're going to go over there.” (I pointed to a corner)
Pichanu: Yeah; fine. It looks like we're not going to be getting out of here...
Puffly: Who should go first?
Bay: I think that you and Aqua should go first since you have no legs. The rest of us can stand farther away when there's already a puddle there.
Pichanu: That sounds reasonable, but I have to poop too! Where should I go?
Bay: Umm... kind of close to the wall but out of the corner so that I can get to it when it comes to cleaning it up then.
Pichanu: Am I fine where I am now?
Bay: Ehh, sure. You're good. Go ahead and go now.
Pichanu: Okay.
I watched her bend over and then turned my attention to the rest of us.
Bay: Okay, now, Puffly or Aqua. Which one of you is peeing first?
Aqua: I don't want to be the first one to go.
Puffly: So, me then?
Bay: Looks like it. Go ahead.
Puffly: Okay.
She hopped over to the corner. She sighed first and then started peeing. Aqua and I were still hugging, but we looked around at Puffly peeing and Pichanu pooping.
Bubbles: Well, this kind of sucks...
Bay: It does, but we have no choice at this point.
Aqua: I-I'm scared to do this... (She was shaking a little)
Bay: It's okay. We all have to and you'll feel better after you go. Trust me.
She didn't say anything she just held onto me.
Bubbles: So, who after them?
Bay: You should go first. You were the one who had to go originally.
Bubbles: Yeah. I really have to go.
Bay: Soon, you'll get to.
Puffly: All right. I'm done.
Puffly startled me. I didn't notice that she had already come back to the rest of us. Anyway, it was time for the next one of us to go.
Bay: All right. It's your turn to pee, Aqua.
She shook and whispered to me: “I'm scared.”
“Just go do it.” I whispered back.
With a bit of reluctance, she walked over to the corner where Puffly had peed. After lining herself up, I could hear her groaning, but she still didn't pee. Pichanu, Bubbles, and I gave each other odd glances. Puffly had already gone back to lie in bed. After a little bit, Aqua gave up and ran back to me.
Aqua: I just can't do it!
She was really tense.
Bay: All right, Bubbles. Go ahead and go now. I want some time to comfort Aqua.
He nodded and went to the corner. After lifting his leg, he had no problems letting his bladder go. I petted Aqua to calm her.
Bay: Come on. It's not going to be that bad. It'll just be a minute or two and then you'll be all better.
She moaned.
Pichanu: Yeah. Seriously, Aqua. We're all going. Don't strain yourself.
She whispered to me: “Will...will... will you pet me while I go.
Bay: Yeah. If that'll help you relax than I'll do it.
She whispered to me again. “Please... I don't want to feel alone.”
Bay: Okay. I'll do that for you. Bubbles is done already so lets go.
With a little bit of pacing, she went back over to the corner with me. After pushing her tail out of the way, I petted her behind her ears.
Bay: Come on. You can do this.
She took a moment to relax to my petting. After that, she took a deep breath and then contracted. She peed just a little bit. I jumped up and leaned on her body so that I could reach her forehead to pet it.
Bay: Hold nothing back, Aqua. Just let yourself be relieved.
She took another moment to relax and then took a deep breath again and then pushed again. She began to pee in a stream. “There. That's it.” I said as I petted her. She was peeing now and there was no stopping her. As her bladder started to empty, she began to feel better and relax more. The more that she relaxed, the stronger that her stream got. I heard her sigh. I knew that she was feeling much better already. After a little bit her bladder was nearly empty and the stream began to die down. The last few drops dripped out and she was done. I got off of her and she got out of the corner then too. With three of us done, Pichanu and I were the only ones left that had to pee.
Pichanu: All right. Now that Aqua is all good, which one of us pees next?
Aqua: I still have to poop too...
Bay: All right. You pee first, Pichanu. I want to stay with Aqua.
Pichanu: Okay.
Aqua: Where do I poop?
Bay: Just go where Pichanu went.
Aqua: Will you pet me again?
Bay: Yeah. I'll help you relax again.
She smiled. As Aqua got lined up with Pichanu's poop, I looked up on the bed and saw Puffly and Bubbles looking and smiling. They had probably seen what had happened and thought that it was cute. Anyway, Pichanu was already letting a stream loose against the wall and Aqua was ready to go. This time, I got in front of her to pet her. Again, I went for the forehead. As she relaxed, she started to push. She farted. I laughed and then she gave a little laugh as well. Shortly after, the poop started to come out of her and she remained rather calm while she pooped.
Aqua: Thanks for helping me relax, Bay.
Bay: That's what I'm here for. If you're ever feeling down or stressed, just come see me. I'll help you feel better.
She was starting to cry again, but this time out of happiness. “T-thanks, Bay. You're the best!”
Pichanu: We do have a good owner, don't we? (she startled both of us) He may be a mudkip now, but he's still the Bay that we all love.
Bubbles: Yeah. Bay respects us for all of our little quirks.
Puffly: There's no one else that I'd rather be with.
Bay: Thanks... everyone.
Aqua: I... I never realized how good you were until now...
Bay: Sometimes it takes a catastrophe, but the fact that we get there is the most important thing.
She closed her eyes and snuggled up under me. I gave her a big hug in return. She was still pooping, but we just cuddled. We stayed like this for the entire time that she pooped and even after she was done. I still had to pee, but I just stood cuddling Aqua. It felt too good to let go. After a little bit, she remembered.
Aqua: Wait. You still have to pee, don't you.
Bay: Yeah. I'm just really comfortable cuddling you right now.
Aqua: You should go pee though.
Bay: Yeah, I should. (I said as I let go)
I walked to the corner. There was already a huge puddle there which probably seemed even bigger because of my size. (Well, let's give this a try) I thought to myself. I lifted my leg and then let my bladder start to empty. Aqua came over and petted me on the side. I gave her a big smile and she smiled back at me.
Bay: I'd say that the two of us are going to be really good friends from now on.
Aqua: Yeah. All that I want to do now is just relax and cuddle with you.
Bay: Me too, and we can right after I'm done peeing.
She sighed. “I still can't believe that I peed AND pooped on the carpet...”
Bay: It was for the best. Now that my bladder is almost empty, we're all good and can just go relax and snack on goldfish.
Aqua: Yeah. Let's do it.
After a moment, I was empty and I headed back to bed with Aqua. We jumped up on it and settled down next to each other. We laid cuddling each other and eating goldfish. Despite all that had just happened, I was happy. In fact, I was actually glad that this had all happened. I was closer to Aqua than I had ever felt before. She felt like a true friend now.
Bay: Well, Aqua. What do you think now that we're both blue water types with white bellies.
Aqua: I think that's cool, but I don't care much to be honest. Whether you're a mudkip or a human, I just want to snuggle with you now.
“Aww. You're a big sweetie inside after all.” I said as I hugged her tighter.
Aqua: You are too! I was blind to just how nice that you were until now.
I giggled. “Like I said earlier, sometimes it takes a catastrophe.”
Aqua: Now I'm glad just to be relaxing and cuddling you.
Bay: Who wouldn't want to just sit back and do those things?
Aqua: Definitely not me! (we giggled)
Bay: Well, I learned something about you today too. I never knew that you were so timid and worrisome.
Aqua: Umm... Well... there's a reason for that...
Bay: Really? What happened?
Aqua: Umm... I guess that I can tell you about it.
Bay: If it's disturbing or embarrassing you don't have to.
Aqua: Nah. I think that I'd rather get it off my chest.
Bay: Okay then; what happened?
Aqua: I... I had a brother. One day, we were out walking in the rain and he got struck by lightning. Although injured, I was mostly okay. He wasn't though. He ended up dying from that and I've been a lot more afraid of things since then. Especially thunder and lightning.
Bay: Oh. That's sad. I understand now. If something's scaring you, just come to me. I'll keep you protected!
Aqua: Thanks. I feel better already.
Bay: Anytime. All of our problems are past us now. Let's just enjoy our time together.
Aqua: Sounds good. I'm more comfortable than I've ever been before right now.
I petted her head and the two of us relaxed for a long time together. A few hours passed. Pichanu had already gone to sleep, but the rest of us were still up.
Puffly: Bay, I have to pee again...
Bay: Hmm... I'm probably not going to turn into a human again any time soon. Just go pee over in the corner again.
Puffly: Okay. There's not really anything else to do, is there?
Bay: Not that I know of. Anyway, I'm gonna follow you down because I have pee too.
Aqua: Why didn't you go earlier then?
I smiled at her. “I was too comfortable with you.” She smiled and hugged me again. “I could tinkle myself actually.” Let's get it done then. Puffly was already in the corner relieving herself again when we got down. Bubbles followed us down too.
Bubbles: Well, since everyone else is going again.
I shrugged and smiled. Puffly soon came out of the corner. “I have to poop too.” she said. “Just go where Pichanu and Aqua did.” I said. She nodded.
Aqua: Do you want to go first?
Bay: No. You go first.
Aqua: Okay.
She walked over to the puddle as close as she could go without stepping in it. I followed closely. Despite that she had no trouble peeing this time, I still petted her while she went. She did the same for me as I went. With both of us relieved again, Bubbles went to the corner and we went back to bed.
We stayed up for many hours. We both outlasted Puffly and Bubbles. By the time that I mentioned going to sleep, the sun was already starting to rise. She agreed that it was time to rest. I remembered that I was still a mudkip though. I looked outside and saw that the moon was in the sky. “That's not good.” I thought. “Oh well. I guess that I had better write a message for everyone when they wake up.”
I had a desk in the room that I used to organize stuff. Looking under it, I found a pencil and a small stack of sticky notes that had fallen down. I picked them up and very sloppily wrote this message: The moon is still out and I'm still a mudkip. Everyone is to just keep peeing in the corner until I turn back into a human. Poop is also to go to its special reserved place. Don't worry about holding it at all. Just let it go if you feel it.
I placed it on the TV for everyone to find. Aqua and I spent one last time relieving ourselves in the corner and then we snuggled up in bed under the blanket to rest. To me, all of the mess was worth it to now be so close to Aqua. I knew that she wouldn't want to sit alone any more. She was now just as cuddly and lovable as the rest of us.
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That's all that I have for now. I don't know if I will write any new ones or not. |
For some time, I've been holding on to these stories. I originally hadn't released them because they're not as good as my other ones but me decided to release them today. For anyone who's actually a fan of me, I probably won't be making any new stories (lack of motivation and good ideas); but, you can have these as consulation.
Stories of Pee
#1 Tinkle in the Closet
Characters:
♂ Me (Bay); a kirby hybrid ♀ Pichanu; a pichu
I was stuck at home with Pichanu. We were both pretty young, but we knew that we shouldn't pee in the house. We had recently been adopted by a human named Katie. She had been good to us, but we were in trouble now. She had been gone for a long time and didn't seem like she would come back for a while either. We had to pee really badly and we were getting desperate.
“What are we going to do, Bay?” she asked me. “I can't hold it in much longer!”
“Me neither, Pichanu! I don't know what we're going to do!”
“...I think that I kinda have to poop too!”
“Ohh... looks like we're in trouble! We have to think of something that we can do in case Katie doesn't come back in time...”
“But what can we do?”
“...The only thing that I can think of is hiding it...”
“But... where?”
“...Let's take a look...”
We went looking around the house for a hidden spot where we could possibly pee and not get caught. We stumbled and walked slowly with our feet pushed toward our bladders to keep them from leaking. We searched around the house thoroughly. I picked out what seemed like the best spot.
“Pichanu, I think that our best bet would be to pee in the corner of the closet.”
“Do you think that she will notice it?”
“I don't know... but I don't see an alternative...”
“True. I guess that we'll have to do it. I'll literally burst if I have to hold it in for a few more minutes!”
“I don't really want to do this either, but I feel the same way... let's go...”
We walked over into the darkest corner of the closet and began peeing. We really had a lot of pee to get out. We both got our feet wet in our own pee because of how much we went. I got done peeing and was wiping the pee off of my feet. Pichanu still had to poop. I talked to her while she was pooping.
“We tried our best to hold it in, but we just couldn't do it... I guess it isn't really our fault.”
“Isn't it?”
“I don't think so. We didn't want to do this, but we kind of had to. I wouldn't blame us for this.”
“Yeah. You're right. If we didn't have to, we wouldn't have.”
“If Katie finds out, let's just do our best to explain. She's kind. I think that she'll understand.”
She smiled and nodded. “Okay. I'm done pooping now. Let's get out of here.”
“Let's go cuddle on the couch for a little bit.”
“Ooh! I could go for a good cuddle right now!” she looked excited.
“Yeah! Me too! Let's go cuddle! It'll get our minds off of our little spill.”
“Let's go!”
We cuddled all of our worries away and let happiness refill our lives. We ended up falling asleep in eachother's arms and slept peacefully. With our little problem behind us for now, we were at peace.
#4 Puffly's Accident
Characters:
♂ Me (Bay); a mudkip ♀ Puffly; an igglybuff
Puffly and I were happily living together. Without any parents to take care of her, I took Puffly in and cared for her myself. Things were good for the most part, but Puffly was locked into a predicament once. There was a fierce storm going on. The wind was blowing pretty hard as well, but that didn't bother me. I could still go outside to relieve myself, but it wasn't the same case for Puffly. She barely weighed anything at all. She would blow away if she went out there! She told me that she had to pee, but I wouldn't let her go outside because I was too worried about her.
“Bay, I really really have to pee!”
“I know, Puffly, but it's not safe enough for you to go outside!”
“My bladder is hurting...”
“I feel really bad for you, but your safety is more important.”
“Where am I gonna pee then?”
“... I don't know yet. I was hoping that the storm would die down long enough for you to go outside, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen.”
“You know that I have a small bladder. I can only hold it for so long...”
“I'm aware of your frequent nighttime tinkles. I know that your bladder isn't very strong...”
I whispered to myself: “Hmm... What to do?”
“Puffly, let's sit in bed while I think of something. I'll cuddle you to help you feel better.”
“Okay, but I don't know for how long I can hold it for though...”
“Just do your best and let me think.”
We crawled up in bed together. She sat in my lap with her feet tilted toward her middle and I petted her to calm her down. I could tell that she was desperate because she was shaking from having to pee so badly.
“Bay, I'm scared. I don't think that I can last much longer.”
I squeezed her. “Just do your best.”
I silently thought to myself what to do while I petted her, but I wasn't thinking very well. I was too busy feeling bad for Puffly because I knew that she was suffering. After thinking for a little bit with no luck, I started to hear a little splashing noise.
“Ahh! I just peed a little bit!”
Puffly had burst out a little bit on the blanket that we were sitting on, but quickly stopped it.
“You really can't hold it, can you!? It looks like it's time to make an emergency only option!”
I carried her over to the farthest corner of the house from where we were and sat her back down on her feet.
“All right, Puffly. I won't make you suffer any longer! For this once, I give you permission to pee in the house.”
“But that's a bad thing to do!”
“I know, Puffly, but it's not a big deal. I want you to be happy more than I want nice carpet.”
“But, Bay-”
“Just go, Puffly.”
She looked like she might have been about to say something else; but just then, she had another burst like earlier. With another burst escaping from her bladder, she just let go and let it all come out. She spread her feet apart and began making a puddle beneath herself. As the size of her puddle grew, I could see her relief growing as well. She looked pretty cute relieving herself, especially when she sighed from the relief. I petted her while she went. She let out all of the pee that she had in her and the stream ceased.
“That's all of my pee and I feel all better now.”
“Good. I'm glad to know that you're all good now.”
“But... what about the pee though?”
“Don't worry about it! It's just a little yellow spot in the carpet. You being happy is more important to me!”
“Aww, really, Bay? You're so sweet!”
“Yeah, I knew that something like this would probably happen when I took you in, but I was willing to do it anyway. Since then, you've really bonded with me and now you mean everything to me!”
She ran up to me and hugged me. “You're the best ever, Bay! I love you!”
“I love you too, Puffly! You must be tired after all that. How about we go take a little nap together?”
“Sure. Let's cuddle up and take a nap!”
After rubbing her on the top of her head one last time, we set off for bed again. Just then, I remembered about Puffly's little leak on the blanket. “I'll take that side of the blanket.” I thought to myself. Being a mudkip, I wasn't bothered too much by wet things, so I gave her the dry side of the blanket. It wasn't a lot that she leaked anyway. She cutely relaxed as I held my arms around her and we drifted off into a pleasant nap together.
#4 Staravia Swarm
(another story with Pichanu and Bay)
We both knew it was coming, but being half a year since they went south we both became blissfully ignorant about the staravias returning in the spring during their seasonal migration. They come fierce and ravenous. They would rip you apart if you went outside! Normally, pokemon make extra preparations for this day; but, like I said, we forgot about it.
It was an incredibly warm and beautiful spring this year. The weather sparked a huge blooming of flowers. It was the most that either of us had ever seen at one time. We lost ourselves playing out in the fields of flowers. Eventually, the night before came though.
We treated the night like any other. When it was dark we laid down in bed talking and cuddling; you know, what we normally do. We settled down for the night tightly cuddled with each other. We had stayed up pretty late so we slept soundly.
As the late morning came I started to hear an awful babbling. At first, I actually mistook it for something that was going on in my dream but I soon came to realize it wasn't. I groaned as I delicately removed my legs from around Pichanu as not to wake her up and rolled on my back. This was uncomfortable for my head fin though so I soon sat up.
I groaned again as I stretched. I was annoyed by the sound so I got up and opened the door to see what it was and to maybe stop it. As soon as I peered out, I saw them. Tons of gray staravia bodies flying around and pecking everything. Their cries were unbearably loud. It didn't take long for some to spot me and come right after me. I slammed the door shut as fast as I could but that still didn't stop them from pecking on the door to try to get me. I shuttered at my close call.
As soon as I looked around I saw Pichanu wide awake standing in bed.. I had accidentally woken her up when I slammed the door shut.
“What's going on!?” she asked.
“Oh, it's terrible. THEY'RE here...”
“Who's here!? (she listened for a second) Wait that's... Oh no! The staravias are here I remember the staravias! THEY'RE THE WORST!!”
“Sheesh! Calm down, Pichanu. You sound like you're having a panic attack.”
“MAYBE I AM!!!”
I sighed. “Oh come on, Pichanu. We'll live. We've been through this before.”
She tensed up and let out a long moan gradually relaxing as she did. She sighed then. “Okay. You're right. I was just... too worked up...”
“I understand. Come over here and give me a hug. That will make it all better.”
She looked at me for a few seconds and then did what I requested. As we got cuddled up I used one of my paws to pet her back.
“It's gonna be a rough day but we'll be all right.” I said.
She squeezed me tighter. “I can't believe that it's time for this again...”
“Let's just relax and make the best out of the day.”
“Yeah. Not much else we can do. There's a problem though... I have to pee!”
“Oh no. Now that you mention it I gotta go as well!”
“This is really bad! What are we gonna do!?”
“Calm down. Let's have some breakfast and think about it.”
“... Okay. It's not bad yet... And that will give us time to think of something to do.”
“Yeah. It's actually pretty surprising that we forgot to get the pee jars but I'm sure we'll figure out something.”
“Yeah. Really. This happens twice a year. How could we forget?”
“Well, we're dumb sometimes. That's probably the best way to describe it. Our imperfection keeps things interesting though.”
“A strained bladder is a bit too interesting for me though...”
“Okay. Let's just put something in our bellies now though. We don't want multiple problematic needs on our hands.”
“True. I'm getting hungry too. Let's eat and then we'll get right to dealing with our bladders.”
I nodded. We finally released our grip on each other and stood up. We went under the house to the cold zone where we stored food. Pichanu used her electricity to light up the room. I decided that I wanted blackberries and Pichanu grabbed some assorted nuts.
We went back up into the living room with our meals and sat in bed to eat. The nuts that she ate cracked loudly. I ate my blackberries but soon bit into a really sour one. It made me kind of tense up a little bit but I was surprised that it made my need to pee feel worse. I wondered why but it was still bearable so I ignored it the best I could and kept eating.
“I'm getting thirsty. A little water please.”
I moved over to her and shot some water in her mouth to drink. I thought “why not” and drank a bit of my own water myself. After we each had one more gulp we were satisfied.
“Ahh. Thanks but now I feel more worried about my bladder.”
“It won't make that much of a difference. We should just drink if we're thirsty.”
“Uhh, okay. If you say so.“
I nodded and put my hand on her belly to rub it a little. I wanted to comfort her but I made her grunt and squeeze her legs together.
“Oh sorry.” I said.
“Ugh. I really have to pee...”
“Me too. This is getting a little out of paw. We should start thinking of something before it gets really bad.”
“Yeah. I've lost my appetite anyway.”
“Sorry.”
“It's okay. I know that you wouldn't make me uncomfortable on purpose.”
“That's sweet of you. Let's get to finding a way to relieve ourselves.”
“Okay!... Do you have any ideas?”
“Nope.”
“Ugh. This is gonna be hard. We don't have much to work with. I remember that we've even had to pee in the house before.”
I looked over to the stains in the corner. “Yeah. That was during the winter though. Maybe something else will open up since it's spring now.”
“I doubt it... It's basically the same position where we can't go outside.”
I sighed. “True... Let's just do our best.”
“Uhh... Oh maybe we can go out of a window!”
“That's... not a good idea. If we open a window those birds will be all over us.”
“Ugh... true. Darn it. I got excited about maybe emptying my bladder and now I feel like I have to go even more...”
I sighed as I laid my head up against her. “It's almost as if the world wants us to have to stain things with our pee...”
“Ugh. We really should keep bottles around just in case we need to use them like we do now.”
“Well we know for next time at least.”
“This stinks. If we keep having to pee on the carpet it's gonna smell bad in here.”
“I think that we could get used to it but guests would be really bothered by it.”
“I don't want our house to be unattractive though.”
“Yeah. Maybe the best we can do is just hold it and hope the staravias clear out soon.”
“... I don't think there's anything else to do to be honest...”
“Let's lie down and cuddle. Maybe it'll help us relax and get our minds off of our bladders.”
“Okay. A good cuddle always makes me feel better.”
“Me to.”
I sat our unfinished food on the floor before lying down and squeezing my legs around her. Her warm furriness instantly comforted me somewhat. I just contently cuddled her for a bit until she spoke.
“I really hope they go away soon because I would really hate to have to pee on the floor again.”
“Just try to forget about it for now. I'll help you.” I started rubbing her cheek.
She sighed. “Thanks. I love you so much. No matter what situation we're in you always do your best to comfort me.”
I smiled. “I'll always be there for you!” I even gave a little tail wag.
She took her paw and started rubbing me around my gills. “It's always better to be together.”
“You said it!” I was wagging so much now that my tail made a noise when it hit the bed.
I started thinking about just how close I was to Pichanu then. Here we were laying in bed cuddled up tightly petting each other as we held our increasing bladders. It started to bring up some deep emotion for her.
“You're the best friend that I could ever hope to have. We spend so much time cuddling and playing with each other. I never want to leave your side!”
She got a bright smile. “Aww, Bay, you're always so mushy and lovable... And I feel exactly the same about you!”
“If I was left to suffer in a dungeon I probably wouldn't feel that bad as long as I have you to comfort me.”
I started to hear a little bit of a purr coming from her. “I would rather spend my days in misery than lose you!”
I moaned from happiness. “Aww, look at us! You'd think that we'd be suffering now from our bladders but here we are happy and comfortable! And it's all because we have each other!”
We both started squeezing each other as tight as we possibly could. “I love you more than anything else in the world!”
“I love you too, sweetie!”
She was purring loudly now. Although we were still engrossed in our affection we said nothing more. The way that we cuddled and touched each other was enough to just relax and lose ourselves in love.
We kept this up for a good while but things were slowing down. Our bladders were straining to the point that it was getting very uncomfortable and we just couldn't maintain our good mood. Pichanu's purrs faded into a light grunting that got louder over time. I was the same as I started squeezing my legs around my crotch harder than around her. The discomfort soon turned into a pain in our lower guts. When we started to shake from desperation is when we decided that we had to get up.
We both sat up and instantly squeezed our crotches. We had to go badly. Pichanu gave me a worried look.
“This isn't good... I can still hear the staravia outside and I don't think that I can hold it for much longer.”
“Ugh... same.”
Just then Pichanu squeezed extra hard.
“Oh no! I just leaked on the bed!”
“We had better hop down then before any more gets out then!”
“I'm scared to.”
“It's better than wetting the bed though.”
“Y-yeah. We sleep there... I'll try.”
I jumped off first. The bump from hitting the floor made a big spurt escape from me. I managed to hold back my bladder from letting anything else out though. Seeing my spill made Pichanu even more worried about jumping down but she still did. Making the lightest drop possible, she made it down and started trembling when she hit the floor. With a huge effort she managed not to leak any more but we knew it wouldn't last for long.
Out of bed, she started a frantic effort to find something to relieve herself into in one of the houses' many drawers but it was of to no avail. Where we were, there was just no avoiding what was going to happen. She moaned loudly knowing it but still not wanting to do it.
“Well... we. we did our best but now it has come down to what we have to do. There's no avoiding it.”
She whined as she squeezed her crotch tightly. “Why does this have to happen to us!?”
“C'mon. We can pee in the corner again. No one else can stop us.”
“But I don't wanna!”
“It's either that or you end up staining something else. Besides, the carpet in the corner is already stained so it'll be less noticeable.”
She whined loudly. “I hate to admit it... but that's true.”
“Let's just do it quick. The sooner it's done the sooner that we'll feel better.”
“You'll... you'll pee with me, right?”
“Of course. Why wouldn't I? We've gone together hundreds of times. In fact, I'd rather pee with you than not at this point.”
I saw a tiny bit of a smile try to work its way onto her face. Th-th-thanks.”
“Okay. Let's get ourselves ready.”
We both walked to the corner where we had once peed before. I had to go so badly that it was hard for me to walk without spilling pee out. I imagined that Pichanu felt the same way. Getting to the corner, I had a strange idea.
“Hey. I've never tried to pee standing on my hind legs before. I think I'm gonna try that.”
I propped myself up on the wall. I didn't hesitate to let a little stream out as I did but I held the rest back for Pichanu. She came and stood up beside me.
“Here. Use my shoulder as a prop so that your belly isn't so close to the wall.”
As I put my paw on her I used it to pull her head just a tad closer to mine.
“Thanks. Okay. Now all you have to do is just relax and let it go.”
“You-you first.”
“Okay. Just relax and follow my lead.”
I started at just a tiny bit. A weak stream of pee was coming out of me. Pichanu followed up with a tiny stream of her own. With her starting to go I let my stream start to get stronger. She did the same. Already starting to feel the relief of letting our bladders empty, we were both peeing at full force in no time. The force of our streams made some pee bounce off of the wall and get our feet wet but we weren't stopping for anything at this point.
“I... I feel so good and I don't feel like I should.”
“Let the feeling go all through you. Don't be ashamed. Just be glad that your bladder is getting the relief that it needs.”
She sighed. “So much better...”
“Feels good...”
We kept letting a stream loose for a couple of minutes before our bladders were completely empty. Our pee out of us, we backed away from the corner.
“I feel just like before...” she said. “Even though I feel bad about peeing inside I feel too relieved to even really care anymore.”
I giggled. “Well, we're empty now so let's not worry about it anymore. Let's just go back to bed and cuddle until the staravias pass.”
“Okay, but we're wet.”
“We can just wipe it off on the blanket that you peed on and use the other.”
“I don't... well... I guess it doesn't matter. It's wet already so why not?”
“You ready to get back to cuddling?”
“Yup. Let's wipe ourselves off and do just that.”
I walked over to the bed and pulled off the blanket with the little, yellow spot on it. I had a bit of trouble trying to dry myself with it since I don't really have fingers. Pichanu came to help me. I thanked her and helped her dry off. She also thanked me.
Right before getting into bed we both drank a lot of water because we hadn't drank in a while. With our thirst satisfied we crawled under the remaining blanket and cuddled up. We were at peace again.
“I love you.” I said rubbing her behind her ears.
“I love you too.” she said hugging me tighter. |
A new story from me? What is this madness?
Overconfidence
characters:
♀ Me (Aqua); marill ♀Pichanu; a pikachu ♂Bay; a mudkip
Oh joy! This was a very special day for me. I had recently joined the team Shy and this was my first day going out on an adventure. It had always been a dream of mine to go out and explore the world and find treasure; and, today, I would finally be able to!
Joining me in this trip was Bay, the leader, and his trusted partner Pichanu. I met them up and a place that they call the Small Sand Dune. Of course, I showed up early because I wanted to go as soon as possible. After some sitting around and not doing much, Bay and Pichanu eventually showed up.
Me: Hi, Bay! Hi, Pichanu!
Pichanu: Hello.
Bay: Hey there. So your name is Aqua, right?
Me: Yes! That's me!
Bay: Great. You sound excited.
Me: Oh yes! I've been looking forward to this for so long!
Bay: I like your enthusiasm. It says to me that you'll truly put forth your best effort.
Pichanu: It's actually quite a privilege to adventure with us. Bay is pretty picky about who he chooses for the team. He must see something special in you.
Me: Really?
Bay: Yes. It's true. I could tell when we met that you would make a valuable member; plus, you're cute enough to make the team.
Me: Cute enough?
Bay: I want to put together a team of cute pokemon to prove to the world that, while we may be small, our strong spirits will drive us to success. It's going pretty well to. The team has become quite well recognized.
Me: That's so cool. How come you wanted me though? I'm not very strong.
Bay: It was more about your personality as to why I think that you'll be a valuable member. While you may not be strong, I can tell that you'll work hard to get stronger. Also, in advance, I brought some stuff along to help you.
Me: What is it?
Bay took his bag and pulled out what looked kind of like potions.
Bay: If a pokemon drinks these, it will become stronger.
Me: Really? How does that work?
Bay: No idea to be honest. I've had them myself though and they definitely do help. Do you want to try them?
Me: Of course! If they'll help me do better than I want them!
Bay: Okay. Have at it then.
The amount of these drinks that Bay brought along was crazy. He kept pulling them out one after the other. Wanting to leave a good impression on Bay, though, I drank them one by one. There were so many... Drinking so much made my belly hurt a bit but I took down every last one of them.
Pichanu: Wow. How in the world did you drink all of that at once?
Bay: I'm sure that being a water type helped with that. I kind of feel bad for her though. She's probably gonna have to pee really soon.
Me: Oh I'll be fine.
Bay: Well, okay then. It's about time that we got going. There's a pokemon here that needs our help.
Me: That's what we're doing today?
Bay: Yeah. I thought that it would be a good training mission for you.
Me: Well, I'm ready!
Pichanu: Let's get going then.
And so, we began our journey. I knew that I would have to pee soon after drinking all of that stuff but the mission was only on floor 4 so I was sure that I could make it until after then. Even as we were walking around on the first floor, I could feel myself getting the need to go due to the large amount of liquid that I consumed.
I stayed in the middle while Pichanu and Bay did most of the fighting but I helped out when I could. Despite my growing need, I was having fun. It was taking longer than I had expected to make it through the dungeon though. I knew that I should've relieved myself but I wanted to prove myself and I didn't like others seeing me go. I did my best not to look suspicious; but, by floor 3, Bay noticed that I looked uncomfortable.
Bay: Aqua, you shouldn't try to hold it. If you have to go then you should just go.
Me: I'm doing fine! I don't have to go!
Bay: ... I kind of doubt that, but whatever. I'll take your word for it.
I knew that he didn't believe me but he left me alone and our mission would be over on the next floor so I decided that I would be fine. It wasn't taking us too long but the discomfort in my bladder was growing faster than I ever though that it could. Soon enough, though, we made it to our destination.
The client was a kakuna that had gotten lost in the dungeon. I was already getting excited that I would be able to safely relieve myself soon. I watched as Bay used this strange looking device that suddenly transported the kakuna out of the dungeon. I assumed that that was that but then something else came up.
Bay: Huh? It seems that there's another pokemon farther in that needs help.
Pichanu: We can't just leave it here. We have to help.
Bay: Yeah. I don't like the idea of not helping when we could. We have to go.
Bay turned around and looked at me again.
Bay: Come on, Aqua. I know you have to go. No pokemon could drink that much and not have to.
I groaned.
Me: Okay. I'll admit that I have to go but I'll be fine. Trust me!
Bay: I don't want you to be uncomfortable though.
Me: I'm fine!
Bay sighed.
Bay: Ok whatever. Let's just go.
Pichanu nodded and we started our way further into the dungeon. Things were going just fine; but then, all of the sudden: It's a monster house! I happened to be in the back at the time though and I couldn't see much. Bay and Pichanu worked hard to fight off the hostile pokemon though.
I felt kind of helpless in the back. I wish that I could have done more. I wondered if I should try to pee somewhere while they were busy but I though, “What if they need me?” So I stayed and waited.
Although I never really got to do anything, we broke through and went on. The setback only gave my bladder more time to fill though. At this point, it was hard just for me to walk without squeezing my feet together but I had come too far to give up now. I could tell that Bay was worrying about me though.
We finally made it to the floor that the needy pokemon was on. At this point, all that I could think about is getting done quick and then peeing.
Luck just wasn't in my favor though. I was walking in the back again; and, as we were walking along, I was suddenly tackled from behind. I screamed as I fell do the ground. Not so much because it hurt but because the force had finally broken my hold on my pee.
Urine started hissing out of me as I laid there. Although I wanted to, I just couldn't stop peeing. It made a puddle on the ground and soaked me all over my belly. The pokemon that attacked me ran away from the sight. Bay and Pichanu were watching me wet myself now but I realized that there was no point trying to hold it anymore. I let my bladder release everything that was in it. I was super embarrassed though. I had tears in my eyes.
Me: I... I'm sorry, Bay...
He smiled and started petting me on my forehead.
Bay: Don't be upset about it. Just relax and enjoy the fact that your bladder is empty now.
Me: R-really?
Bay: Like I said, I'm sure that any pokemon would have problems holding their pee after drinking so much. Why wouldn't you just pee when you had to go though?
Me: I didn't want anyone to see me go and I didn't want to slow you down either.
Bay: Aww. It would've been fine. Everyone needs to tinkle sometimes.
Me: I though I could make it though. I'm so embarrassed...
Bay: Don't be upset. Come on. Get up and I'll clean you off.
I smiled and he patted my head. He spit water all over my belly and washed away the pee that was soaking my fur.
Me: Thank you, Bay. You really do care about me.
He hugged me.
Bay: We all make our share of mistakes. I feel better myself now that I know that you're feeling better. I don't want my friends to be uncomfortable.
Me: Thank you for being so understanding.
Bay: Take all the time that you need. I'm sure that you need a good snuggle after all that.
We sat there together for a while and Bay petted and cuddled me. I was so happy to have found such a good friend like Bay. He truly just wanted what was best for me. I cried a little big again but this time out of happiness.
Eventually, I felt good enough and slowly released my grip on Bay. I saw Pichanu as I looked around. To be honest, I forgot that she was even here. I guess that explains why nobody was trying to attack us while we cuddled though.
As we finished our mission, I walked right up alongside Bay and helped him fight any enemies that got in our way. We were soon done though. Bay then invited me to come play with him for a while which I happily agreed to. We played all day although I had to stop pretty often to pee again. At this point, though, I didn't care if Bay saw me while I went. In fact, I felt kind of comforted because it reminded me of earlier. Exhausted at the end of the day, we cuddled up and slept together. I had never slept with another pokemon before but I was comfortable and slept really well. Even though we had only been together for a day, Bay felt like my best friend already. |
Might not qualify as omorashi but whatever.
Pichanu and I finally found the time to go on vacation for a while. The two of us didn't have a lot of money but we did have friends. We were able to cover the cost by sharing a room with our good friends Bubbles and Aqua. We all liked to hang out together so we were actually happy to all be together.
Our spot of choice was far south; Arisara to be more specific. It was pleasantly warm there compared to the chill of the approaching winter in our home region. It was, perhaps, even a bit too warm there. While we were out playing and exploring, we found ourselves drinking a bit more than usual to stay hydrated.
We spent a lot of time playing on the beaches of which there was a lack of near home. Aqua and I challenged the waves together while Pichanu and Bubbles sometimes jumped in for a bit but spent a lot more time on the beach. Other times, we went exploring the jungle trails. It was a land unlike any of us had ever seen before.
At the end of the day, we retreated to our rented hotel room to relax. It was small and had a bed that was low to the ground. It was made for small pokemon like the four of us. Despite this, we had no problem all getting comfortable in bed at night. Up to this point, everything was going very well for us. It wasn't until the third night there that things changed.
Sometime, very early in the morning, when it was still dark outside, I was awoken by Pichanu's movement. The two of us always slept tightly snuggled up so it was inevitable that we would wake the other up when we moved. As I opened my eyes, I saw Pichanu's yellow figure staring back at me. She spoke.
“I'm sorry. I need to go tinkle though.”
I yawned. “I guess I should too while I'm awake.”
The two of us stretched and then rolled out of bed making it creak just slightly. As this was an area where bathrooms were still a luxury, our room didn't have a private one so we had to walk to a communal one. The problem arose as soon as we got there.
“Umm... Bay. This doesn't look good.”
“What's wrong?”
“There's a sign on the door that says closed for maintenance.”
“Oh. I wonder what happened. It was open last evening. Will it still open?”
She tried the door. “No. It's locked.”
“Annoying. Well, it's no big deal. We can go pee outside. I doubt that anyone else will be awake at this time of day.”
“Yeah. Good idea.”
Pichanu and I continued down the hallway toward the front entrance. The whole time that we had been walking, I had noticed a strange noise but it didn't become apparent what it was until we opened the doors.
“Oh no! It's absolutely pouring out here! I don't wanna go out in that. We'll get soaked!”
“I don't blame you.” I responded.
“Now what do we do?”
“Let's look around. Maybe we'll figure out something.”
“What else is there?”
“That's what we still need to figure out.”
“Umm. Okay. I really don't feel like taking a shower so let's have a look at least.”
I nodded. This time, we walked around the other way toward our room looking for any alternative places for bladder relief. We were almost all the way back to our room when something caught my attention. It was a door that was just barely cracked open. Curiously, I slowly pushed it open and peeked inside. It was a guest room identical to our own. After noticing that it was vacant, I walked right in.
“Bay, what are you doing?” Pichanu asked.
“It's empty. This is our chance.”
“What do you mean?”
“Our chance to take a pee unnoticed.”
“What? You think that we should pee in this room?”
“It'll be okay. After all, once it's out of us, it's not our problem anymore.”
“Won't someone have to clean up after us though?”
“Yeah but it would be there fault in the first place for not giving us a proper place to relieve ourselves.”
“Hmm... I don't really like the idea but I don't like having an aching bladder even more. Ok. I'll do it.”
I smiled and nodded at her. “It'll be like those other times that we went inside together.”
“True. Let's just go.”
I nodded again. We slipped in and closed the door behind us but left it cracked open as not to make any noise. The carpet in the room was white; perfect for us to leave our marks behind. Pichanu walked to the middle of the room and squatted down. I walked right next to her and lifted my leg opposite of her. We just stood there like that for a few seconds.
“I... I'm still a little nervous about this.” She eventually said.
I took one of my front legs and started to pet her behind her ears. “It'll be okay. Just let all of your troubles flow out of your bladder and enjoy the sweetness of relief.”
After a few more seconds of relaxing to my loving strokes, I heard the splatter of her pee hitting the carpet. I started going myself right then. There the two of us were staining this carpet with our golden liquid so that we could be relieved. We knew that what we were doing was wrong but it felt so good and it was actually quite fun to go together.
It was no more then thirty seconds until both of us were emptied of our urine. Before even moving from our spots, we nuzzled our cheeks together; a loving activity that we do all the time in bed. We even sneaked in a small kiss as evidence of our affection for each other. “I love you, Bay.” “I love you too.”
We eventually did get up to leave; but, there he was. Bubbles was staring right at us.
“Ahh! B-B-Bubbles!” Pichanu stammered.
“Umm. Hi.” He responded.
“You saw that whole thing, didn't you?” I asked.
“Well, most of it.” He said.
“You-You'll keep this a secret, right?” Pichanu asked.
“Of course. It's safe with me. I wouldn't turn my friends in; and, besides, I need to go too.”
“You too?” She asked again.
“Well, yeah. Everyone does sometime.” He said.
“In that case, you might as well just help yourself.” I said.
“I was planning on it.” He responded.
Bubbles then walked over to the side of the bed. I immediately knew what he was up to. He got down on all fours and hoisted a leg up against the side of the bed aiming his penis at it. Bubbles liked to pee with a leg lifted into something and the bed just so happened to be his unlucky target.
Without any second though, Bubbles began to drench the side of the bed with his own golden waterfall. I watched from behind observing how it soaked into the bottom of the bed and flowed down into a puddle on the carpet. There was just something about seeing my friends relieve themselves in a naughty place that I liked. I guess it's because they're getting what's best for them at the cost of whatever ends up having to soak up their mess.
It didn't take long for Bubbles to empty himself. He took a hop forward to avoid stepping in his own product before standing up again to join Pichanu and I. I rubbed his member a little and he smiled at me.
“Oh. Now that I'm thinking about it, Aqua got woken up too. She was with me. I wonder where she went.”
“Oh really? I bet she's still nearby. Let's look.” I said.
Sure enough, there she was right outside the door.
“I can't believe what I saw you doing.” She said nervously.
“Yeah. It was naughty but we had to pee somewhere and that place worked out well for us.” I replied.
“True... But still.”
“You should just go too. I'm sure you have to.”
“What!? No! I couldn't! I mean, I do have to go but there's no way that I'm going on the floor.”
“Let me help you then.” I pushed her into the room.
“Ahh! What are you doing!?”
I didn't say anything else. Pichanu and Bubbles just watched curiously. With Aqua safely inside, I stopped pushing on her.
“I already told you that I'm not doing this!”
“Just relax. Nothing bad will happen.” I started stroking her.
“I... can't... pee here.”
“I'm gonna help you. Now, close your eyes.” She did somewhat reluctantly. I continued petting. “Now, let your whole body relax. You're at peace as I lovingly stroke you.” She took a deep breath and I felt some of her tension disappear. “Good. Now, think about your bladder. You've gotta go so you go out looking. You soon find that good spot outside where you can go and nobody will see you. Then, you ease yourself and let your bladder do the rest.”
I heard a short hiss shooting into the carpet but it quickly stopped. Aqua stopped realizing what she had done. “Nobody will see you here. You're safe to let it all out.” I comforted her as I continued petting. After a moment more of relaxation and with a deep breath, she finally managed to get a weak but constant stream flowing out of her. With my comfort, she was eventually able to get herself going at full force; her own golden shower wreaking havoc on the pristine carpet below. I could see that she was still really embarrassed; but, she was peeing and that's what mattered.
She continued her soaking until her bladder was empty too. Shame, embarrassment and relief were all visible in her face at the same time. It was quite strange.
“There. All better.” I said.
“I... Umm... Guess?”
“Well, we've all gone now. Let's head back to our room.”
“Wait. Bubbles did too?”
“Yup. Relief was group effort today and we all played our part.”
“I... Uhh... I suppose that I feel better.”
“Good. I'm glad to hear that. Let's go now.”
“Okay.”
As we turned around, we saw Pichanu and Bubbles looking at us; both smiling. Without any more words, the four of us left behind our stains and headed back to our room. We were still tired. All four of us snuggled up tightly into one big group hug as we let ourselves drift back into the bliss of sleep. |
♂Bay(me); mudkip | ♀Aqua; marill | ♀Pichanu; pikachu | ♂Bubbles; minun
It was another typical day for us. I aroused from my sleep in Pichanu's arms. I yawned lightly before getting up. Pichanu then woke up too. We stretched and then walked outside for a tinkle. We had a filling of berries for breakfast and then got to work for the day.
We got a job offer today that sounded quite dark so we decided to act on it right away. The description was vague but it said that a pokemon was being held for ransom by a gang of criminals. We were also able to get a fairly good idea of where the pokemon was being held. Not knowing how many foes we might be up against, we brought Bubbles along for this mission to assist with discharge. Aqua came along with us too for support.
After getting ready to go, we walked off into the deep woods toward where we thought we needed to go. It was a quite hot summer day. Pichanu and Bubbles drank a lot of the water that we brought with us. Aqua and I drank our body water when needed. It took us longer than anticipated but we eventually found a tunnel that matched the description of the message. It was dark but we headed inside. Pichanu used her electricity to light up the tunnel.
The place that we found ourselves in was practically a labyrinth. We were constantly running into dead ends. I used my good sense of direction to work out which ways that we already tried. It ended up mostly being a waste of time as we eventually found our way to central chamber.
Before we could even see anything ahead, an ice shard flew at us and hit me right of the forehead. I was dazed but shook it off. We rushed inside to confront the attacker. We saw a magmar, a rhydon and a spheal.
“Shoot! Discharge will be useless here. We'll have to battle them more directly.” I said.
“No problem! Let's do this!” Pichanu responded.
Bubbles didn't say anything but instead used signal beam. Aqua backed us up from behind hydro pump. Bubbles' attack missed the spheal but Aqua's hit rhydon right on slamming it into the wall behind. Magmar fired flamethrower at me but I blocked the attack with water gun.
Pichanu ran to finish off rhydon while spheal fired aurora beam at Bubbles. The attack hit Bubbles giving him a chill. Before the spheal could do anything else, though, Aqua jumped out from behind and hit it with play rough. Meanwhile, Pichanu jumped at rhydon and swung with iron tail. Rhydon managed to just move his head out of the way. He then countered with headbutt slamming his horn into Pichanu's belly and badly hurting her.
Marmar and I were having a straight up battle of fire vs. water. The result isn't hard to figure out. I quickly overwhelmed her fire powers. After getting in closer, I swung repeatedly with aqua tail. My flailing mudkip tail made quick work of her.
Aqua stayed in close to spheal blocking attacks with water and lunging in with play rough. As soon as Bubbles recovered, he jumped in with thunder punch and finished spheal off. Rhydon was closing in for another hit on Pichanu but Aqua managed to hit him with hydro pump again. She pushed him closer to me where I was able to finish him off.
It was over. I rushed to Pichanu's side.
“Pichanu! Are you okay?”
“Uhhnnn... Yeah. I'm fine.”
I helped her stand back up. Aqua and Bubbles circled around. Pichanu leaned on me.
Bubbles: “It looks like we're in the clear now.”
Aqua: “Are you okay, Pichanu?”
Pichanu: “Yeah yeah. I'll be fine.”
Bay: “Let's keep moving. The pokemon that we're looking for can't be far.”
Pichanu: “Yeah. Let's get going.”
Pichanu moaned as she tried to move and leaned on me harder. I was happy to be her support though. We walked a bit farther in and then we saw our client. It was a female plusle restrained to the wall with braces of ice. “H-hey. Are you here to save me?” She asked.
Pichanu: “Yeah. Hold still.”
Pichanu used brick break to smash through the ice. As soon as her paws were free, the plusle shoved them in between its legs. We were all surprised by this.
Aqua: “What's wrong?”
“I really-really need to pee!” She said. “They've had me frozen here all day!”
Aqua: “How awful! Let's get you outside.”
Bubbles: “By the way, what's your name?”
“Oh. I'm Tera.” She responded.
Pichanu: “Neat.”
Bubbles: “Let's go. I feel like I have to go too.”
Aqua: “... Me too now that you mention it.”
Bay: “I don't think that we've even stopped yet all day. I'm sure everyone needs some good relief.”
Pichanu nodded. Just then, we heard a slamming sound behind us. The passage that we came through was completely sealed off. Aqua rushed over but it was too late. “Haha. Losers. Now we've got all of you in there!” We heard calling back.
Aqua: “Oh nooo! We're trapped!”
Bay: “Calm down Aqua. We're okay.”
Aqua: “But we're totally stuck here!!”
I hugged and petted her. “Just relax. We're okay.” She slowly started calming down as I stroked her. She was still shaking though.
Pichanu: “Stand back. I'll get us out of here.”
I nudged Aqua away from the wall. Pichanu started beating away at it with brick break and iron tail. She didn't do very much damage though. It was just too thick. She gave it a good effort but she just couldn't break it. She backed down and panted. Right after that. I heard a groan.
Tera: “I can't hold it anymore! I can't!”
Bubbles: “She's about to lose it.”
Bay: “There's nowhere to even hide in here.”
Tera: “I don't care! I need to go now!” She waddled over to the corner of the room.
Aqua: “You're not about to go in here, are you?”
Tera: “I'm sorry. I can't take it anymore.”
After saying that, she squatted down and instantly started soaking the ground beneath her. She moaned loudly as the relief hit her hard. It quickly pooled and started flowing outward. It reached her feet but she felt too good to care. She just kept going and going until her pee stream finally died off.
Pichanu: “Well... That just happened.”
Bubbles: “Now I have to go even worse.”
Aqua: “Oh no. Me too.”
The scent of Tera's urine began to fill the room reminding the four of us of our growing needs. Bubbles moaned and slipped a paw down to hold himself. I crossed my legs ever so slightly. Aqua and Pichanu were becoming noticeably uncomfortable as well.
Tera: “I'm sorry. This is my fault.”
Bay: “Don't blame yourself. You did what you had to.”
Pichanu: “Y-yeah. I don't blame you either.”
Tera: “Wow. You are all so nice.”
Bay: “That's why we made our rescue team; to help pokemon in need.”
Tera: “Thank you. I wish that there was something that I could do.”
Aqua: “No need. You could barely even help yourself.”
Bubbles: “Ugh. Man... Gotta go. How long are we going to be stuck here?”
Bay: “I don't know. Just do your best to hold in there.”
As we sat around, we pondered a way for us to get out. Nothing that worked came to us though. We quickly found our bladders too much to hold anymore. Every time that I noticed Tera's puddle of urine, my own bladder throbbed with need.
Bubbles: “Bay, don't think badly of me but I can't hold it in anymore.”
Bay: “I won't. I'm not doing well myself. I don't blame you.”
Bubbles: “Okay. I'm going then.”
Bubbles lifted a leg up against the wall. Despite all of us watching, he started emptying himself. His stream hit off the bottom of the wall and quickly pooled below. He sighed and closed his eyes as his bladder emptied. Aqua and Pichanu looked away but I kept my eyes on him finding it cute that he couldn't hold it in anymore.
Pichanu: “I'm gonna go too. The sound is too much.”
Pichanu squatted down next to me looking at me expectantly. I nodded and patted her behind her ear. After being reassured, she began to pee too. She rubbed up against me and I noticed a light sigh escape from her. Her urine was quite loud splashing on the ground below.
I decided that it was my time as well. I lifted my leg away from Pichanu and started making my own puddle. Aqua tried to cover her eyes and look away. I felt bad for her but it couldn't be helped. Pichanu soon finished up and so did I. Bubbles was already standing next to us.
I knew that Aqua had to go just as bad as the rest of us. She was just too timid to do it on her own. I walked up from behind and rested a paw on her to which she jumped a little. After she realized that it was me, I started rubbing my paw on the back of her head.
Bay: “Okay, Aqua. It's time for you to go now.”
Aqua: “But I can't. Everyone is looking.”
Bay: “Don't worry about them. They won't bother you.”
Aqua: “How though? How could I just pee in front of everyone?”
Bay: “Just relax, Aqua. Close your eyes and focus on the comfort of my paw.
She did as I said. She became noticeably less tense and her breathing became longer and deeper.
Aqua: “Uhh... Can everyone look away? Please?”
Pichanu: “Sure, Aqua.”
I looked back to see them. Tera and Pichanu were looking away. Bubbles kind of was but was still peeking.
Bay: “They're not looking. Go ahead and pee.”
Aqua: “C-can you hug me? I'm still scared.”
Bay: “... Sure.”
I moved around to Aqua's front and rested my paws on her. I started stroking her as I looked into her eyes.
Bay: “Go ahead.” I whispered to her.
After a deep breath. She began to urinate. I could hear her puddle splashing beneath me. She let out a long sigh feeling so good from the bladder relief. I continued to pet and hug her while she went. After her shower was over, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I kissed her to which she kissed back.
Pichanu: “Okay. So we've all went now. Now we just have to figure out how to get out of here.”
Bubbles: “Yeah.”
Tera: “Hey. Unrelated but I couldn't help but notice what a brilliant rescue team badge that you have.”
Bay: “Yeah. We're a high class rescue team. Of course, we still have bladders to deal with just the same.”
Tera: “Haha. I can see that.”
Pichanu: “Wait a minute... We could've just used our badges to get out of here to begin with!”
Bay: “... Duh! I'm an idiot.”
Aqua: “It's not your fault Bay. All of us should have remember but none of us did.”
Bay: “... I suppose you're right. Let's just get out of here.”
Tera: “Oh I'm so happy! I haven't seen sunlight for two days!”
Aqua: “Poor you.”
Bubbles: “Let's go. It smells awful in here.”
Bay: “Yeah. We all really had to go.” I chuckled.
Pichanu held up her badge toward Tera to which she was beamed away. The four of us then escaped using our own. We all beamed back to the team base. We were surprised to see that it was completely dark outside already.
Pichanu: “Whoa. It's really late already.”
Tera: “I don't like the dark.” She moved closer to Bubbles.
Bay: “How about this. Let's just all stay at the base for tonight. We all need a good rest after what we've been through.”
Bubbles: “Sounds good to me.”
Aqua: “I'm in.”
Bay: “Tera?”
Tera: “Yes. Please. I'm happy to.”
Pichanu: “All right then. Let's get some dinner and then head off to bed.”
The rest of us nodded. We piled inside after the other. We then proceeded to have a near buffet of popcorn. We all filled up and were tired after. Aqua really wanted to sleep with me which I was happy about. I curled up around her as we laid under the blankets. Aqua squeezed me in a cuddle.
Aqua: “Good night, Bay. I love you.”
Bay: “I love you too. You too, Bubbles and Pichanu.”
Pichanu: “I love you all.”
Bubbles: “Yeah. Me too.”
Tera: “Goodnight, everyone. Thanks again for letting me stay over.”
Bay: “Our pleasure. Just relax and get some sleep.”
Aqua and I continued to cuddle affectionately. Aqua's belly, which was lightly pulsating as she breathed, lulled me to sleep. We slept very well that night. |
Almost forgot about this site lol.
My name is Candice. I'm an oshawott and a student studying hydrodynamics at Bombiwa University. I was very stressed out today. I had a big exam today and I wasn't sure that I would pass. As soon as I woke up, I went right to studying; not even taking the time for a morning pee. I needed to study as much as I could in the hour or so that I could before I had to go in for the test.
I knew already that my bladder was going to be an issue but I decided that it would have to wait because passing the test was more important. My bladder was already starting to feel pretty full as I sat in my room and looked over my notes. I started to wonder about how long the test might be but I soon snapped out of it remembering that I needed all the time that I had to study.
Finally, the time came that I had to go. As I stood up, I was reminded of my growing need. At this point, I needed to rush to class so I had to put it off again. Walking made me realize just how badly I needed to go but I figured that I could just ask for a restroom break during the test if I couldn't finish the exam in time.
So I took my seat and started to get to work. I felt like I was doing well. My studying made me more confident that I would pass. I was trying hard to focus on the test but my bladder kept bugging me. I crossed my feet and did my best to ignore it but it was just too much to not notice. “I can hold it for a bit longer.” I thought to myself.
Suddenly, there was an announcement over the intercom. A drug search was being conducted and everyone would have to stay in their current room until it was over. “Oh great.” I thought. Now I would have to try to hold it for however long it would take for them to finish. I worried about it but then determined that I could do it. I would finish the exam and my full bladder would not hold me back!
I got back to work. It didn't take long for my bladder to start bugging me again, worse than before. I let out a slight moan of discomfort. After realizing I did that, I looked around, self conscious. Thankfully, nobody else seemed to notice. At this point, I knew that it would only get worse but I had to hold out.
Soon, just crossing my feet wasn't enough to ease the pressure anymore. I squirmed around in my seat trying to find a position that felt better. I knew that I had to be attracting attention at this point but I didn't look to save myself the embarrassment. “Just got to focus. Don't think about it; just focus on the test... Just fo-CUS!”
My thoughts were interrupted as I felt my bladder contract. I managed to stop it but I looked down and saw that there was a drop of urine on the tip of my penis. Now I was starting to worry. I wasn't sure if I could hold until the stupid drug search was over. Stupid drugs... Why do then even have to exist?
I decided that I would need to hold myself with a paw at this point. I placed it down between my feet in the most discrete way that I could. Nothing could ease the discomfort anymore. I just had to endure. I have no idea how long it took me but I did eventually make it to the final page of the exam. I did my best to stifle my moans of pain. I knew I couldn't last much longer.
Suddenly, my bladder contracted again sending out a small spurt dampening my paw and dripping onto the floor a little bit. I looked around nervously but it seemed that nobody else noticed. I didn't make me feel much better though as I knew that the worst was yet to come.
By now, I had finished my test and resorted to trying my hardest to contain my bladder. I was squeezing myself hard but I couldn't stop a steady trickle of urine beads making their way out. I thought that I was about to lose it; but, just then, the intercom came back on. The search was over.
I jumped out of my seat and rushed out as fast as I could without making myself leak any more than I already was. I didn't want a bunch of others to see how desperate I was so I decided to go a little bit farther to my dorm's shared bathroom. The way that it was set up is that there was a single bathroom per four rooms.
I waddled my way there holding myself tightly whenever there was nobody around to see. After a painstaking few minutes, I finally made it back to my hallway and the restroom door was in sight. I was so close! I could almost feel the relief already!
Finally, I had made it. I quickly pushed down on the door handle but it didn't move. “Oh no! Someone is already in there!” My hope was crushed. I couldn't hold it anymore. A spurt shot out of me, soon followed by another... and another. I tried my hardest to stop it but it just had no effect at this point.
Soon, there was a powerful stream of urine shooting out of me and hitting the door in front of me. I knew that it was over. There was nothing that I else that I could do at this point. I slowly relaxed myself and gave into my bladder's need. My stream was now shooting out of me at full force splashing off the door and puddling on the thin carpet below. I let out a long, loud sigh of relief. I didn't care about anything else at this point. I was emptying myself and nothing was going to stop me.
Finally, my stream started to die down. I pushed out the last few spurts and sighed again. I felt so good. Never before had I experienced such a strong feeling of relief. I then looked down at the puddle I made. It was huge! Suddenly, I snapped back into reality and became self aware. I looked around, but, thankfully, nobody was around. I took the opportunity and rushed back into my room.
Once I was safely back inside, I let out a long sigh again. I couldn't believe what I had just done but I wasn't even upset. I was empty and that's all that mattered right now. I climbed into bed and relaxed. I didn't care if I fell asleep. I wasn't going to the rest of my classes that day. I would just say that I didn't feel good. That really couldn't have been further from the truth but I was not leaving my room again today after all that had happened.
Oh. And I did pass the exam... So yay... I guess... |
Just realized that it's the fourth anniversary of my first post here. Although I'm not so active here anymore I felt like I should do something for the occasion so I'll share a new version of my first story ever.
Virtual Bladder
I'm Bay; a human/kinda mudkip that lives closely with a number of pokemon. Yeah. It's complicated but I'll explain it another time. Anyway, at this point, it was just me and my female raichu friend named Pichanu. We had lived peacefully just the two of us for a long time but Pichanu had a little 'incident' one day. She'll take over here and share our experience.
I was excited for today! Bay had agreed to play a game of Kirby Airride. Kirby Airride only uses one button and the control stick. The controls are so simple, even a pokemon like me with no fingers can learn how to play it. So, anyway, I felt like I should maybe pee before we started but I was excited and eager to play. Bay didn't play all that much anymore so I was ready to get into it.
Despite all of the experience that I had playing the game, Bay was a true master and I would never be able to reach his greatness... To him, I bet I was like an annoying bug that was just there bothering him sometimes but not a problem for him to crush.
But, with that said, Bay turned on the Gamecube and we started to play together. Things were going very different than usual though. I was beating Bay 4-0! For comparison, I usually don't beat Bay more than three times a day, if I'm lucky, let alone four times in a row! It was very exciting for me to finally be conquering Bay for once! It made me just not want to stop playing! After the four rounds, which take about ten minutes each, I could feel my bladder getting fuller; but I thought “Bay drinks a lot of water... Surely he'll have to go soon. I'll just go then.”
We got back into two more rounds and; amazingly, I beat Bay both of these rounds too! We were both stunned at my lucky streak. I was feeling quite a bit of pressure in my bladder now. I was surprised that Bay didn't call for a bathroom break yet. It wasn't like him to not go after four or five rounds. Probably he was just steamed at being beaten so much and was determined to beat me before he took a break.
We played another three rounds. Bay finally beat me on the first of these, I won the second and we tied on the third. With an hour and a half passed after I should have already peed, my bladder was hurting a bit, but I was determined to keep going.
We played through five more rounds. This was getting crazy because Bay usually doesn't even play this many games at once. Bay won all five of these rounds; as usual... By now, I was groaning slightly and squirming because I had to pee so badly. Although we were in another round, I finally moaned loudly enough that Bay heard it.
“Huh? What's wrong, Pichanu?” He paused the game and asked me.
“I...I really have to pee!” I said.
“A lot?”
“Yeah. Really badly...”
“Well, if you really have to go that badly, why didn't you just tell me you had to go sooner?”
“I thought for sure that, by now, you would have taken a break to go pee yourself and I could've just gone then.”
Bay thought about it for a moment. “Hmm... Now that I think about it, it is unusual for me to have not taken a bathroom break by now... But, if you had to pee, you should've just told me. I would've stopped the game at any time if I knew you had to go.”
“I know... I just really didn't want to stop playing...”
“...Because you were beating me so much? Gosh! You've beaten me more times today than you usually do in a month! I guess that's a legitimate reason to be hyped into playing more than you should.”
“Yeah, I was excited too much... Can we go pee now? I don't think that I can hold it much longer...”
“Yeah, I'll take you out. Just climb up in my arms. I'll carry you there.”
Despite being a normally sized raichu, Bay could pick me up and carry me around easily. He was a lot stronger than one would expect by looking at him. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom door. Upon reaching the door and trying to turn the knob, there was a problem. “Dang it! This stupid thing is jammed again! I'll have to put you down to try to open it.” He said.
He sat me on the floor and grabbed the knob tightly with both hands and tried to pull it open, but it was still no use. The door didn't budge... Bay was getting angry now. He grunted and clenched his fists. Then, out of nowhere, he charged at the door and kicked it open in one fell swoop. It was loud and scary! In that moment, I lost my focus and a small spurt of urine trickled out of me wetting the carpet below.
Bay turned around and looked back at me and saw that I had leaked a little bit and knew I couldn't make it much longer. He picked me up again and carried me into the large living room. Getting outside the bedroom, he looked back for a moment at the doorknob, which was still jammed in the door frame. “It was about time that I replaced that stupid door anyway...” He said.
In the living room, there were three other doors, one that led outside, one to a bathroom, and another to a spare bedroom. He was going to carry me outside, but we were terrified to see the situation out there. “Why does it have to be hailing right now at this particular moment in time?...” He said. I moaned feeling my chance for blissful release slipping away.
Bay spoke again “Well, I can't let you out there. I don't want you to get hurt.”
I moaned a bit again but didn't say anything. I was focusing on keeping my pee inside me as I felt the control over my bladder getting weaker.
“I'll take you into the bathroom.” He said. “You can pee in the tub again, okay?”
I nodded quickly. Bay tried to open the bathroom door, but a familiar problem occurred.
“What?! This stupid door is jammed too! It won't even budge at all!”
“Bay, I don't think that I can hold it any longer! I'm going to burst any second now!”
Bay looked around the room, but there seemed to be no quick alternative. We were stuck between a hailstorm, a bathroom that we couldn't get into and my failing bladder. Not knowing what else he could possibly do, Bay sat me down on the floor. “I wish you had told me that you had to pee sooner, because now we're really stuck. I just can't bear to make you go out in the hailstorm though. I can tell that you can't hold it much longer, so there's only one choice: you'll just have to pee on the floor.”
I was stunned that Bay would even suggest something like that! I had been a good pet ever since Bay had gotten me and I had never peed on his floor before. I felt like I would lose my reputation if I let this happen. There must have been something else that we could've done, but Bay set on his decision and I was struggling too much to hold in my pee to think of anything myself. Despite this, I still wanted to protest about it.
“But Bay... I can't just do that... It feels so wrong...”
He bent down beside me and started petting the back of my head gently. “It's okay. I care more about you than my carpet. You're my friend, and I can't blame you for a simple accident. I'm not mad at you at all. I just want what's best for you' so go ahead. Just relax and pee. I can always clean it up then...”
I sat still for a moment thinking about what Bay had just told me. I could tell by the way that he spoke that he really did care and that this is what he was honestly suggesting that I do. Comforted by Bay, I began to relax; then, my bladder took over. Although still sitting down, I was beginning to pee in a large stream. My urine gushed out quickly forming a yellow puddle on the carpet which rapidly expanded as more and more pee kept bursting out of me. An incredible sense of naughtiness washed over me as I watched myself drench the carpet but it was quickly replaced by a feeling of pure relief.
Still conscious about what I was doing, I looked back up to Bay with a worried expression. He nodded back at me and began to rub his cheek up against mine. It was something that we did often when we cuddled together and he knew that I loved it. With reassurance from Bay, I was peeing at full force now. I just let go and enjoyed the overwhelming feeling of relief from finally emptying myself. I sighed. It felt so good...
When I was done, I looked down at the huge mess that I had made. I was surprised that I could even hold that much pee! The puddle had gotten the bottoms of my legs wet since I had sat on the floor. Bay found a towel nearby. He picked me up and wiped me off lovingly with it. I could see it in his face. He truly wasn't mad at me. He just wanted to comfort me in my time of need. My heart was warmed by this and it brought a little smile to my face despite what had just happened. Seeing me smile, Bay got a bigger smile on his face too. He gave me a nice, big hug, and we were both happy again.
“Feeling better now?” He asked.
“Yes. A lot better. I'm just ashamed that I had to pee on the floor...”
“Aww, don't worry about it. We all have accidents sometimes and I would have trouble getting mad at you even if I tried. Don't you worry about it anymore. It happened and that's that. All I care is that your problem is taken care of now.”
I took great comfort in his words. I had just left a huge stain on his carpet but he wasn't upset with me at all. It was like I was the only thing that mattered to him. My happiness grew; and, in that moment, I felt closer to Bay than I ever had been before.
I had started to make my way back to the bedroom when I heard another huge bang. I ran back out into the living room to see what was going on. I found the bathroom door now smashed open as well. Unlike the bedroom door, the doorknob had fallen out of the wall when it became detached from the door. Looking at it, Bay said “Oops! It was just locked from the other side somehow!... I wonder how that happened...” He paused for a moment to think. “You know, if anything, this proves my point! We all have accidents and make mistakes, it's just a part of life, and that's why I'm not mad at you!”
I found this both funny and true. I smiled and ran over to Bay. “I'll cuddle,” He said “I just need to pee first.” Bay sat on the toilet and relieved his bladder. I looked out of the bathroom at the spot where I had just gone. Me being happy was the only thing that mattered to Bay right now so I shrugged it off and decided that I wouldn't worry about it any longer.
With both of us having relieved ourselves, we walked back to the bedroom and curled up in bed together. Despite having an unfinished game, all that we wanted to do now was relax and cuddle for a while so that's exactly what we did. I laid up against Bay and purred as he stroked me. Bay loved to hear me purr, so he was happy to pet me now and then, and that made me happy too.
“Should we go back to playing our game?” I asked Bay after a little bit.
“Nah. I don't feel like it... Let's just relax.”
I knew by this that Bay was saying that he was done for the day, but I was okay with that. A nice, long cuddle was just what I needed right now. After dark, the hailstorm had grown into a vicious thunderstorm. We laid in bed, snuggled up to each other as we always are, but it was a bit hard to sleep with all of this booming thunder, so we talked for a little bit before we slept.
“Today was quite a day, wasn't it?” I asked.
“You bet! Even through it all, it was still kind of fun to have something like that happen. It's usually pretty boring and calm around here, so it was exciting to have a little dilemma on our hands.”
“It's kind of embarrassing that I ended up peeing on the carpet, but I'm happy as long as you are, Bay!”
He hugged onto me a little bit tighter. “I know. It's a little embarrassing, especially since it was right in front of me, but I wanted to be there for you.”
“And that makes me happy! I can trust that you'll be there for me if I have another problem!”
“Of course! You can get my help at any time!... Though, admittedly, I found you peeing on the floor to be about the cutest thing ever.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah. You letting go and relieving yourself into the carpet... It was irresistibly cute...”
“Uhh... Well if you say so...”
He laughed and patted me on the head.
Now, about that game that we played earlier. It's crazy that you finally managed to beat me for a whole day! 8 to 7.”
“Yeah! That's something to be proud of I guess.”
“You bet! I guess I'll have to step up my game next time we play.”
“Could you possibly even play any better than what you do now?”
“Of course! I just take it easy on you because you're my pal.”
“Wow, really? Taking it easy on me just to be nice... and you still usually beat me?”
“Well, I'll give you a chance... but not a very big one. Can't make it TOO easy, now can we?” We both giggled. “But, yeah. It was pretty crazy that we played for over two hours straight! No wonder you couldn't hold your bladder!”
“Yeah, but it was very fun!”
“It was, and I'll be up for another game soon!”
I just simply nodded. The urge to sleep was getting to me now. “You ready to sleep yet, Bay?”
“Yeah. Lets get some rest so that we can have another fun day tomorrow!”
I yawned. “Good night, Bay.”
“Have a good rest, Pichanu.” He kissed me softly on the cheek.
The storm raged on but we were tired now. We cuddled up tightly, gradually drifted off to sleep and slept soundly. The next day brought bright, clear skies, under which we basked in another fun day together. |
I think this counts
Pichu M
“Chuuu... I gotta go!” Peechu moaned while holding himself. Earlier that day, Bay had left to do some shopping. Shortly afterward, though, his pokemon discovered their pet door to be jammed. Unknown to them, an ignorant postman had blocked it with a package.
Peechu squirmed. He needed relief now. Playing video games for too long had already stressed his bladder to the point of nearly bursting. His mind raced. Where could he go that Bay wouldn't find out? He looked around the living room and then got an idea. “The crack between the cushions!” Indeed, the couch had a small gap between the cushions.
Peechu waddled over and climbed up, bladder wincing in protest. He moaned again from the feeling but managed to get himself up. With his mind set, he quickly lowered himself to the point that the tops of his feet touched the cushion and his penis pushed down into the crack between the cushions. It did not take more than a second for a powerful stream of urine to begin to be released from the pichu's bladder.
“Aaahhhh... Ooohhh...” Peechu moaned loudly as the pressure in his bladder drained away. He knew that he shouldn't be peeing here but it felt too good to stop. The euphoria of relief was all that he needed right now. His plan was working too. All of his yellowness soaked into the couch and none of it was visible. Peechu sighed eventually finishing up. With a now empty bladder, he jumped back off the couch and got right back to playing more video games.
Jigglypuff F
When Puffly started feeling the need to tinkle, she decided not to wait. She knew how long Bay usually took and she wasn't prepared to hold it for that long. She decided to just get it over with. Puffly walked out into the middle of the living room. Her reasoning is that here would be easy to clean up. She spread her feet apart and bean to pee.
A light splash emanated through the room as Puffly let go. Her urine soaked into the carpet and began to make a growing puddle. She looked down at her wetness expanding and brushed it off. “Nothing else I could've done.” She thought to herself. She was soon done and rejoined the rest of the friends.
Raichu F
Pichanu had tried to push the package away but was not strong enough to be able to do so. Thankfully, she knew what to do in this situation. She went into the bathroom and jumped into the tub. She squatted down in the tub and let go. It made a loud splash as it hit the linoleum. A dark yellow stream formed flowing into the drain. She kept the piddle going until she was completely empty. Unable to reach the knobs, though, she had no choice but to leave Bay to finish cleaning up after her once he got back.
Pachirisu F
Pachi saw this as the perfect opportunity to take a naughty tinkle in the house without any consequence. She drank lots of soda to make sure that her bladder would fill up fast. Once she did feel the need to pee, she knew exactly where she was going. She excitedly climbed her way into bed. She wasted no time getting herself into a squat over a pillow.
Her tail wagged in excitement. Even before she started, a tingle of naughtiness filled her. Once she finally did start letting go, the feeling intensified. She pushed hard letting out as strong of a stream as she could. Her wetness soon reached both of her feet but she didn't care. She just kept going and going...
Once she was finally done, she looked back at her mess and smiled. She wiped her feet off on the blankets and then fled the scene. Thanks to her heavy drinking, she ended up returning later and adding to the wetness on the bed.
Mudkip M
Tip gazed out over the yellow puddle that Puffly made. He knew it wouldn't be long until he needed to find a spot for his own relief. He thought about it for a minute until he came up with an idea. Sometimes he would pee with Bay on the leg of the bed before they had pleasure together. The spot was already stained so it wouldn't cause any further harm.
He walked into the bedroom to the leg of the bed. He eyed the spot that he had used many times before when he and Bay felt like being naughty. Without a second though, Tip raised a leg at the bed and let go. His stream arced onto the already yellow carpet giving it a renewed wetness.
Peeing here reminded him of what always happens after he uses this spot and he began to get hard. He smiled at the thoughts. Soon his bladder was emptied. He was left with a throbbing erection though. “Guess I should take care of that...” He thought. He jumped into bed and got himself busy with a rolled up blanket.
Minun M
Bubbles tried to be a good pet and hold out for Bay but he eventually reached his limit. He crossed his legs from the stress in his bladder. Feeling the pressure get unbearable, Bubbles started walking around looking for a place that he could go. His nose eventually picked up a scent in the bedroom. He followed it until he found the puddle freshly made by Tip.
“This will work.” He thought. Just like Tip, Bubbles got onto all fours and raised a leg toward the bed frame. After one more second to think, he began to unleash a highly pressurized stream against the bed. It splashed off wildly and droplets went flying all over. Bubbles just couldn't find it in himself to slow down though. The force of his stream emptied his bladder quickly.
Once he was done, Bubbles surveyed the damage. It didn't really look worse that it already had. “Maybe I'll just pee here from now on.” He thought. He brushed it off though after realizing that the smell would get bad quickly.
As Bubbles was about to walk out of the bedroom, he suddenly heard some heavy breathing followed by a moan of pleasure. He turned just in time to see Tip finishing into the blanket. Tip seemingly hadn't noticed him though so he decided to keep it that way. He walked out without another word.
Marill F
Aqua had tried the hardest out of all of the pokemon to not have to pee inside. She held it until she moaned in pain from the pressure. Eventually, it got so bad that she began to leak and spurt on the couch she was sitting on. It was at that point that Aqua couldn't wait any longer.
She heavily regretted what she was about to do but slowly waddled herself to Puffly's puddle and spread her feet around it. It nearly brought her to tears thinking about what she was about to do but she had no choice.
Even though she was full to bursting, Aqua still couldn't get herself going. She wished that Bay was there to give her comfort but she was all alone this time. She thought about the last time that she peed indoors. Bay stroking her lovingly and assuring her that this was okay.
The thoughts eased her mind until nature finally took over. It started off slow but Aqua's stream was soon pounding against the floor and adding to Puffly's puddle. The growing feeling of relief relaxed her even farther until a full force stream was shooting out of her. Aqua didn't feel good about what she was doing but it had to be done.
Embarrassed, Aqua finished emptying herself. She had tried her best but just couldn't help it. She sniffled and ran off to hide her shame. |
Pichanu, Raichu ♀ Tip, Mudkip ♂
Pachi, Pachirisu ♀ Bubbles, Minun ♂
Aqua, Marill ♀ Peechu, Pichu ♂
Today was a special day for Bay and his pokemon buddies. For the first time in years they would be going on a road trip. They were all eager to go and got right into the truck. Bay helped up Bubbles, Peechu, Tip, and Pachi into the back seat. He then helped Aqua and Pichanu into the front seat.
Bay found it a bit strange that not even a single one of his pokeon relieved themselves before they left but he figured that he would just pull into a pokemon center when needed. With a pat on Pichanu's head, he started up the truck and they all set off.
The first parts of the journey were uneventful. The group continued towards their destination; but a pressure was building inside all of them. Slowly but surely, their bladders were filling up. After a little bit longer, Peechu decided that he needed to let Bay know. Once they got to thinking about it, the others realized that they had a slight need to go as well.
Bay decided that they would stop at the next pokemon center to take a short rest and relieve themselves. Coming from the mountains that they lived in into the lower lands, though, traffic was much more dense than what Bay was used to. It only got worse as they went on. The roads were also of unfamiliar structure. This ended up causing Bay to stay primarily in the center lane to try to avoid confusion.
Everyone's discomfort was increasing but the pokemon center was only a few minutes away so they waited patiently. Pachi was secretly a bit disappointed though. Quietly, she was hoping that things would go wrong so that she could have some fun.
Bay soon went to make the turn toward the pokemon center but was immediately run back into the center lane by an impatient motorist. Bay growled. Pachi looked out the window to see the pokemon center sign passing by. Suddenly, she perked up on realizing what had happened. Maybe she could get into some good mischief after all.
Also realizing that they went past the pokemon center, Pichanu mentioned it to Bay. He said that he knew and to blame the other person. There were a few moans from the back as the rest of the pokemon realized that they would have to hold it in for longer. And, so, they went on.
As they traveled down farther from the mountains, the traffic only became worse; as did everyone's bladders. Peechu was now holding himself and moaning. “Chuuuuu... Gotta go! Gotta pee! Need, to, go, wee!” He began to wiggle back and forth, his feet bouncing as he did.
Bubbles did his best to stay composed but he soon found himself in a similar situation. He tried to think of a way that everyone could go without ruining Bay's truck but he was unable to. He suggested that Bay hold them and let them pee out the window but he complained that it was too dangerous and indecent, though the traffic was practically at a crawl at this point.
Aqua sat silently with her feet crossed trying not to think about her need. Meanwhile, Pichanu fidgeted restlessly. Tip moaned but tried not to look obvious. Pachi looked around quite amused at the situation that was unfolding before her. She felt her own bladder filling up too but she couldn't be happier about it.
Soon, traffic was so blocked up that they weren't even moving at all. Looking around and seeing the condition of his pokemon, Bay realized that they might not be able to make it. Out of all of them, though, Peechu looked to be in the worst condition. The poor little pichu was moaning loudly straining hard not to wet himself. Feeling bad for him, Bay picked him up and held him against his chest. Peechu was surprised by this and ended up leaking a bit, his pee dribbling on the floor. Luckily for him, though, it didn't get on Bay and the sound was covered up by the motor. His luck wouldn't last much longer though.
Bay held Peechu against him. Peechu pushed his crotch as hard as he could up against Bay. Bay petted him to try to help him relax a bit. He was successful but it was definitely the wrong move. “Piiii...Chuuuu...” He moaned as is muscles loosened. With that, a dribble began to spurt from him.
Both he and Bay gasped as they realized what was happening. Peechu groaned tensed as hard as he could but just couldn't find it in himself to stop the flow. After a few seconds of trying his best, he gave in. “Piichuuuuuuu...” He let out a long moan as he released the strain on his bladder and let out his pee all over Bay's chest.
Bay remained motionless for a bit before going back to petting Peechu. He realized that Peechu had tried his best and couldn't be mad at him for that. He resigned to hugging and petting Peechu while he peed all over him, the warm liquid soaking down through his shirt and into his pants. Peechu felt a bit guilty but he also felt so good. He decided that there was no point in trying to stop at this point. He kept going until his little bladder was entirely empty.
Feeling that he was done peeing, Bay put the now very relaxed pichu back into the back seat. He looked over to Pichanu and saw that she had a very worried look. He put a hand on her head realizing that she must be really uncomfortable by now. He was hoping that they could at least make it for the rest of his buddies to not have to pee in his truck but he knew that things were getting desperate.
Meanwhile, Pachi looked over the now very relieved Peechu. Despite that she hadn't seen or heard what happened, she soon figured it out. She cracked a wide smile as this gave her a devious idea. She had a plan; but not yet. She decided that she would hold it in until the last moment for maximum soaking ability.
Pichanu's nose soon began to pick up a scent. She didn't realize it immediately but eventually deduced that it was the smell of pee. She looked around. She soon spotted the wet streak running down Bay's shirt. She gasped as she realized that Peechu's moans were from. As much as she wished to let loose herself, she held strong not wanting to tarnish Bay's respect for her.
On the other hand, Bubbles knew that Bay was too nice natured to get mad at him for peeing in a naughty place. He had held it for a good while but decided that he needed to take action soon or he would wet himself. Bubbles looked around the back for something that he could maybe pee in but everything had been cleaned out before the trip. He then spotted the crack in between the seats beside him. “This'll work.” He thought to himself.
Already being in the middle, it was easy for Bubbles to scoot over the top of the crack. He laid down on top of it stretching out like he was lying down. As he had hoped, no one suspected that he was about to do something naughty. Wiggling slightly, he soon felt his penis slide into the crack. Feeling safe with his position, he began his own tinkle.
There was a light hiss and patter as Bubbles peed. His pee soaked into the sides of both seats as he let go. He smiled and closed his eyes as he went. Pee soon soaked the sides of the seats and began to drip to the floor beneath but it stayed pretty silent as it did. Pleased by how well everything was working for him, Bubbles let his stream get up to full strength. This caused enough noise that Tip and Peechu noticed. They looked over but Bubbles just pretended to be relaxing, which he was but in a different way than they expected. Bubbles soon finished up without making a sound as he did. Afterward, he just laid in the same position too relaxed to move.
Pichanu sniffed again as she detected a noticeable increase in the smell of pee. Again, she looked around but she didn't see anything different this time. She tried to ignore it but she just couldn't get the smell out of her mind at this point, especially with how bad she had to pee now too. She soon began to whimper as the sensation became even worse. She had to go badly.
“Bay... I can't hold it anymore...” She cried out desperately hoping that Bay could help her. Unfortunately, he had no idea what to do. He simply told Pichanu to do her best. She was already at the limit of her best though. Soon, a short spurt escaped from her wetting the seat below her. She managed to stop herself but it was of little use. The floodgates already weakened by the loose spurt, they soon failed altogether.
Despite her best efforts, there was no stopping it now. Her urine hissed out loudly onto the seat. Realizing that all hope of making it out dry was lost, she made a quick decision to try to minimize the damage. She scrambled out of her seat and onto the floor, her stream spraying wildly as she did. As soon as she was on the floor, she dropped into a squat. Pichanu felt a deep sense of shame and relief as she began to soak the floor of the truck.
Unlike with Peechu and Bubbles, everyone noticed this time. The rest that still needed to pee felt their own needs grow much more tempting... Aside from Pachi that is. She was absolutely thrilled by the experience. She could hardly contain her naughty urges now but still managed to suppress them waiting for the right time.
The smell of pokemon urine was becoming quite strong in the cabin by this point. With his senses running wild, Tip couldn't contain his urges any longer. Desperate, he lifted a leg toward the back of the seat and began to let loose his own torrent of urine. He sighed deeply as relief began to hit him. Bay saw all of what was happening but still couldn't find it in himself to be mad at anyone. They had tried their best and that's what really mattered to him.
Pichanu soon finished up on the floor but Tip was still going strong against the back of the seat which was beginning to run down and form a puddle on it. With traffic still at a standstill, all that Bay could do was watch as Tip gave the seat a thorough soaking. The stream was loud and relentless. Despite what was happening, Bay even smiled a little bit seeing just how relieved Tip looked.
Tip eventually finished up and laid down next to Bubbles who was still in much the same position from before. Finally, Pachi decided that it was time. She started by climbing up to the back of the seat that she was on. Bay saw her in the mirror and knew that she must be up to something. Now standing on the back of the seat, Pachi spread her feet and began her own release.
Her arc rained down from the top and into the pad of the seat creating a loud thud as it did. Stray droplets went flying everywhere causing Peechu to scramble out of the way. Pachi giggled joyfully and got the biggest smile as she saw the havoc that she was creating. “Pachi...” Bay called out. This only made her even more satisfied. She began shifting back and forth to make her stream cover more of the seat.
Even despite how fun this was for her, she was just getting started. She abruptly cut off her stream and climbed down from the back of the seat. She then climbed up the back of Bay's seat. Unable to see her now, Bay was completely caught off guard when Pachi began to pee again, this time on his back and shoulders. Hearing Bay's gasp, she absolutely lost it. She couldn't stop herself from laughing hysterically.
“Pachi!” Bay yelled. She had no intentions of stopping yet though. She swayed again making sure that her pee got on every part of Bay's back. Bay sighed and submitted to being peed on yet again. Pachi kept it up for a good bit before cutting her stream once more. She still had one more place to go.
Jumping down from the back of the seat, Pachi landed on the center armrest. She eyed her final target, Bay's soda. Bay watched as Pachi pried the lid off of the cup before squatting over it. He sighed and shook his head as Pachi began to add her own special brew to his drink. “What am I gonna do with you?...” She giggled again. By this point, Bay saw no point in stopping her. He just let Pachi do her thing. Sure. It was his drink and all but definitely not the worst place for her to finish up.
Pachi pushed hard to get out her last few drops. She was a bit sad that she was out of pee but it had been her best tinkle in a long time. Pachi affectionately rubbed her cheek up against Bay's arm before jumping into the back.
With traffic at a standstill yet again, Bay decided to take a good look around. There was pee everywhere and the odor was tremendous. He could tell by their body language that all of his buddies had peed by now. All except Aqua that is. She was still straining hard to keep herself from peeing.
Feeling bad for her, Bay picked her up and put her in his lap. Aqua groaned from the bladder stress as she was picked up. Gently setting her down, Bay began to pet her. “Everyone else has gone. You might as well just get it over with too.” Aqua moaned a bit in protest, tears in her eyes, but she really was on the verge of total bladder failure.
Bay continued to pet Aqua. “I won't be upset with you. In fact, I'm proud of you for holding it in the longest.” This eased Aqua a bit. Then, she looked up and said something totally unexpected. “O-o-only if you go with me...” Bay was taken a bit aback by this. It was true that he really needed to go too but he could hardly believe that Aqua just said that. At the same time, though, he found it super sweet that Aqua loved and cared for him so much that she wouldn't relieve herself without him doing the same. He cracked a little smile and pulled her close while still petting her. “Okay. For you, my sweet.”
Seeing that traffic was still not moving at all, Bay decided that it would be safe for him to transform. He reached into the center console and pulled out his moon stone collar. Holding it close to him, the curse that was cast on him came into effect and he soon shrunk down into the body of a mudkip. He climbed his way out of his shirt and smiled at Aqua.
Pichanu watched curiously as they smooched and Bay lifted a leg toward the back of the seat. Still kissing, Bay began to pee. Hearing Bay going, Aqua relaxed herself and began her own tinkle. The two mates were going together and they weren't going to stop until they were done. Bay's urine ran down the back of the seat while Aqua's made a pool on top of it. The fabric absorbed quite a bit of it but it did soon start to pool towards their feet. Eventually, the two puddles met underneath Bay. They sighed in unison, perfectly in sync with each other.
With the driver's seat well saturated, their tinkles soon came to their end. A few more spurts from each and they were done. The two showed each other a bit more affection before Bay put his collar back. Soon after, he transformed back into his normal self. He scrambled to get his clothes back on and then buckled back in. Seeing as traffic still wasn't moving, he took the opportunity to pick up Aqua and hold her lovingly against his chest.
With the eight of them now all relieved, the truck's interior was a complete, smelly mess. Bay put down the windows to try to vent some of the must but it did little good. Eventually, traffic did start to move again. They enjoyed their little trip while they were there; and, luckily, driving conditions were not so bad on the way back home. Once they got there, though, Bay had his truck thoroughly cleaned. Despite that, a small hint pokemon urine can still be smelled in the cab to this day... |
Hi all! Before getting into this, I want to remind you this has a furry tag. IF that is not your thing, you were warned here. I'd really appreciate ant and all constructive criticism, I haven't written in a pretty long time and cranked this out pretty quickly. Thank you!
The grey wolf’s feet rubbed together, an uncomfortable movement accented by the force used behind it. The rubbing was loud, and it seemed to carry an anxious energy as his khaki pants continued to chafe across each other. His rear shifted in his seat, causing the chair to creak. He winced, fearing that the sound would bother others, that it would make them look up and there would be eyes staring at his ever more vulnerable form. His ears twitched in an irritated fashion as he shifted again, the rubbed his grey furred palms together. The fidgeting seemed to be getting worse, becoming almost constant as the wolf’s gaze continued to flicker around the office.
“Yes Sir, you’re right, that is completely unacceptable.” He agreed, putting his hand to his mouth and massaging the area, shutting his yellow eyes in frustration. Around him the drone of dim, indistinct conversation pounded in his ears. Only the current customer, angry about something that was undoubtedly not his fault but was now his problem, cut through the surrounding chatter. Oh how he loathed call center work. Even the call center he was now working in, which was decent compared to most others, grew frustrating when an angry customer was thrown into the mix.
Lyle, the wolf, had been on the call for close to two hours. It should have been a simple troubleshoot, but someone in sales had screwed up and told the customer he could do something that was not going to work. Now he’d had to pick up the pieces and guide the customer through a different solution that would solve the problem, but was a lot trickier to implement. It had been going well, Lyle could occasionally agree that the sales rep had done a crap job and how he was very sorry for the inconvenience, but as time wore on cracks in his normally impenetrable best customer experience armor were forming. An empty and awfully large bottle of water, next to an equally empty can of diet coke gave away the reason why.
The wolf’s bladder throbbed, and he rubbed his legs together again. Oh how he had to piss. He’d finished the soda right before the call had started. He’d begun sipping on the water, finishing it about an hour into the call. Lyle had noticed a slightly uncomfortable feeling in his bladder as he set the bottle down for the last time, but he had been so sure they were almost done. He had to get this call finished, but he couldn’t risk walking away right now. This customer was too sensitive. He needed to finish the call. He found himself growing more and more anxious over his choice of pants. Khaki wouldn’t hide anything if the worst happened. No, that was a bad and dangerous thought. He was a grown man, and he would go to a urinal like an adult.
“Now what do I put in the ip address field?”
He wanted to snap, for the thousandth time this call, but instead took a breath and explained, again, what needed to go where. The water balloon inside him continued to pulse uncomfortably. He shifted in his seat yet again, internally groaning as he realized he could still feel liquid sloshing inside his stomach. Lyle knew he was reaching his limit, but the water in his belly continued pouring into his bladder regardless. He stifled a whimper as a particularly strong wave of need washed over him. He had to let go, and soon.
“It isn’t working right. I did just what you said. Why isn’t it working?”
Because you didn’t use the correct fucking address, the wolf thought, but didn’t voice. They were working through a new error that Lyle was familiar with. The end was in sight! That realization seemed excite his bladder more than anything else had. He felt hot urine spurt towards the tip of his cock. His eyes widened and his hand shot down to pinch himself closed. He glanced around after, it didn’t look like anyone had noticed thankfully. Mercifully, The customer was silent. Maybe this was the end.
“I think it’s working. I just need a few minutes to test.”
“Of course, I’m so glad to hear it’s working!” Lyle exclaimed, for once not needing to feign enthusiasm. At least it was almost over. He could let loose the overfull water balloon inside him and get some relief.
Normally, waiting for fifteen minutes while a customer tested was fine. Now, it was torture. What the hell did this guy need to test for fifteen minutes? Piss began to dribble lightly out of Lyle's ever so tense tip, going past his fingers that he had discreetly put back down around his cock, trying to contain the tide. He was sweating with exertion. Lyle fought his body to contain his desire to pant heavily. The call center was freezing, there would be no passing it off as simple heat. Please, he silently begged, please finish up.
“Okay, looks good on my end, thank you for the help today.”
Finally, the called was over! For a moment, as he ended the call as quickly and politely as he could muster, the wolf was joyous. Then he realized the hard part was still ahead. He had to make it to the bathroom without peeing all over himself. He tightened every muscle he had as he prepared to stand, belt digging mercilessly into his bladder, adding impossibly more pressure. Lyle got to his feet, wincing as has gravity changed and he felt the ocean inside him rush towards its exit. He steeled his bladder's sphincter as best he could before beginning what felt like a mile long walk towards relief.
Every step was torture as Lyle made his way towards the men's room. Piss began to dribble from the tip of his dick out into his navy blue boxer-briefs. A small wet patch was growing but was contained by his underwear at least for the time being. He hoped he was managing at least a somewhat normal looking walk, and he found himself glad his coworkers would likely be too engrossed in their own phone calls or lives to care about a shy wolf who walked a little funny on his way to the toilet. He was closing the distance rapidly, but this seemed to excite his bladder as it throbbed with need. He was so, so close. Finally, he reached the door and opened it as quickly as he was able.
The bathroom was empty, it appeared, and the second the door closed behind him Lyle broke out into a full potty dance. He clutched at his cock, trying desperately to get enough control to let go as he shuffled toward the urinal. His belt could be knuckled on handed, which the wolf managed despite it being a bit tricky. A small spurt of piss shot out, and Lyle clenched his muscles for all they were worth to steel the flow. Knowing time was of the essence, he ripped his fly down and aimed his cock, and finally released the near death grip he had on his muscles. Immediately piss began to shoot out from him, a thick, unending stream.
Lyle reached out his unoccupied paw to steady himself as the urine left his body. The relief didn’t kick in right away, his bladder was so over full that it wasn’t until a few seconds had gone by that the pain began to subside. After what felt like an eternity, it Lyle began to feel relaxation wash over his body. He leaned over, panting from a combination of the sustained effort he had put out, and the relieving sensation as he continued his piss. After close to a minute, he finally got the last drops out, shook off, and put himself away. He went to wash his paws on the way out, a peaceful smile on his face. He’d made it.
This time. |
Amy got up that morning and noticed on her clock that she was going to be late for class. She was an eighteen-year-old senior in high school approaching graduation in a month. She quickly got dressed. White sweatshirt, blue under t-shirt, flip flops, and some very short, hot as hell, tight, latex black shorts that covered her crotch and a couple inches of the top of her sexy bare legs.
She headed out her door and wanted to use the bathroom since she had a morning full bladder inside her body, boiling to burst out, but she squirmed past it and downstairs holding her crotch together.
Amy hit some traffic twice on her way to school, about twenty minutes to get there total. Did she ever need the bathroom. It kept feeling like it would burst out of her any second, like it was starting to drop from her crotch. “Errrmmmmm!” she moaned as pulses of agony shot through her. Sweat formed on her head from the anxiety of an approaching accident in her pink panties and short shorts.
She parked, got out of her car and nearly forgot her bag. She sprinted across the parking lot with her legs squeezed together at her crotch, and her butt cheeks held tight. OOOHHHH, it’s coming! It’s coming! She thought. She passed by students and teachers she’s known for years. Amy was known as one of the hot girls. Now as an adult and headed off to college soon, she knew her looks only got better…but her bladder didn’t!
“Holy crap!” Amy said as she threw her legs in the air as she quickly turned the corner of the hall like a racecar that hit its breaks. She grabbed the handle to the women’s bathroom and wrestled with it. She forgot that due to heightened security in the school there were locks on all public areas that students needed to use ID cards to scan in. She wrestled through her bag and found it and swiped. She knob still would not move. She froze as she looked up and saw the sign, OUT OF ORDER. “Oh…no….”
Amy ran to the staircase with her legs crossing in front of each other each step. She held her crotch tight with her hands and legs pushed as she bounced up the stairs, and swiped her card on the next bathroom. It opened. “Sweet holy Christ!” she yelled as she kicked one of the stall doors opened and pulled her short shorts off, panties down, and sat on the toilet as a rush of pee shot out of her. “Ahhhhhhh!” she said in relief. Her belly deflated, and it was so loud it was like a waterfall. Amy was empty. A close call.
Amy stopped by the student snack stand after first class to grab a coffee. She drank it down fast. She had gym class right after and hit the water fountain numerous times as they played basketball. What a workout.
She saw a girl run up to the bathroom she went to first this morning. The girl frantically swiped her card but it would not open. It was the broken bathroom. The girl ran like hell.
“Humiliating,” said Jennie.
“Same thing happened to me this morning,” Amy said. “I seriously almost burst in my pants. It would have been a mess.”
“And the end of your high school rep,” Jennie laughed.
After band class and blowing into her trumpet which pushed her stomach, it made her have to go to the bathroom again. Amy felt uncomfortable, but knew she’s be ok. There were three bathrooms for the girls (and three other ones for the guys). One was out of order, then there was the one Amy used, and then a last one on the other side of the school that was a single person’s restroom, one occupant at a time only. The discomfort built up more as pressure pushed the coffee and water she guzzled down earlier into her lower belly and bladder. She could feel she was holding some weight down there. Amy’s long, bare legs started to shake, and her feet crossed over each other under her chair.
The bell rang and Amy made it to the bathroom. She went in, and damn her rotten luck, all four stalls were occupied, and there was a line of a few girls in front of her.
Amy got behind Jennie, her friend. Jennie squirmed in place as her nice-sized legs and hips that showed in those blue short shorts held in the load she carried. In front of her was Lana, who was very skinny and wore tight jeans, a white shirt, and fancy black jacket. Her red hear was tied up as she stood with her legs crossed in those high heels. Lana felt her bladder expanded and pushing against her tight waist jeans. Emma was a blonde with sexy legs that showed from her black short shorts. Her foot tapped as she waited, with her lips pursed. Claudia was in tight, white pants and shoes that had a gap to show her ankles. She wore a green top, and her long red hair spread from her head, down her back. Her big butt squirmed back and forth as she waited.
“Oh, come on!” Alicia as she came through the doors. She was in tight black dress pants, a tight red shirt, and was a beautiful brunette. She got behind Amy and squirmed. “I have to pee so bad, I’m like not even joking.”
Each girl was eighteen years old, adults. Beautiful women. In line, desperate as hell….
TO BE CONTINUED… |
CHAPTER 2
The girls squirmed and bounced as their bladders shot out waves of painful pulses. They felt a boiling, hot load inside that pushed up and against their lower bellies and their crotches.
A toilet flushed, and the sound of rushing water made all the girls look away as their agony increased. Claudia, being next, her desperation spiked as she saw the toilet and could not run due to her cramps being so bad she felt she might lose control over holding it in. As she got closer to the door Alicia ran up and they bumped into each other.
“Watch it!” Claudia said as sweat formed on her head and she grew nervous.
Alicia had fists formed against her belly. Her legs bounced up and down one at a time. “Please I have to pee sooooo bad! I can’t wait in line.”
Amy said, “No way, there’s a line for a reason, we all waited longer.” Amy held her body, arms crossed on her chest tight as she bounced and tapped her foot with her leg out.
Another stall flushed and the girl got out, so now there were two free stalls. Emma ran to that stall but then the fire alarm went off. All the girls looked up at the flashing light with wide eyes and jaws dropped. They had no choice. They had to evacuate the building.
Poor Claudia, Emma, Lana, Jennie, and Amy, and Alicia…they were dying for the toilet. Their bodies ached to make a release of the liquid of desperation that put a heavy weight on them. The fire alarm was just a monthly drill, so after about fifteen minutes (which felt like an hour to the girls) they went back inside. They were told classes would begin right away, which meant they all had to go back to class.
Sitting in their classes the girls could not stop shaking their legs and feeling a steaming, heavy pressure that pushed against the inside of their stomach and was trying to burst out of their crotches and into their panties.
Amy had her legs crossed and bit on her pen as her foot hanged over her other leg and wobbled her flip flip to the end of her toes. Their classmate Troy sat between Amy and Claudia. He was so turned on seeing them desperate, and started to shake his water bottle which made the girl’s minds race as they tried to control their bladders.
Amy was too shy to admit she had to go in front of everyone. Claudia could not take it anymore. She waved her hand in the air and the teacher called on her.
“MMMay I use the bathroom sir?!” Claudia begged. He gave her a nod and she sprinted out of that room. Amy smacked her head on her desk in annoyance.
Not gonna make it, not gonna make it! Claudia thought. She reached the bathroom. It was the single person’s restroom, there was no way she could make it to the other end of the school. She grabbed the door knob, reached for her key card…but it wasn’t there…it was in her bag back at class! “No, no, no!” Claudia said as she bounced in place.
“Get out of the way!” Emma yelled. She pushed Claudia aside and swiped her card. “I’m gonna explode!” Claudia grabbed Emma’s arm. “What the hell?”
“Emma, please let me go first! I don’t have my key card, I’m going to pee my green panties.”
“First off I’m commando so how do you think I feel? I’ll let you in after.”
Claudia knew it was now or never. She would have an accident if she didn’t go now. She grabbed Emma and tried to push her aside but they fought. Claudia lifted her legs up to knee Emma away, and Emma dropped her key card into the bathroom. Emma kicked off the wall and they both fell away. The bathroom door closed and locked. Emma’s key card was locked inside.
“No!” Emma said. She started to sweat as her voice cracked and she brought her legs up to her chest and started to shake back and forth on the floor. “I…can’t…hold…
The bell rang and Claudia jumped. The noise startled her so much her muscle released and her bladder dropped and let it all out. “NOOOOOO!” she yelled. But it was no use. She tried to hold herself with her hands, but a warm yellow waterfall flowed out of her, onto the floor, and down the hall. Claudia cried as kids walked the halls and saw she had an accident. She was humiliated. It was still coming out, burning her crotch as she felt her green panties dropped off of her down area. Her white pants now gray, she was soaked.
Emma wobbled on the ground as she held her legs crossed, up to her chest squeezing as she tried to keep her pee inside. The janitor pushed her aside and closed the area for cleaning to mop up all the pee. The other girls showed up and dropped their jaws and froze as they saw their bathroom was no unavailable.
Jennie crossed her legs and shook. “Screw this, every girl for herself!” Jennie started to run to the other side of the school. All the girls got to the last bathroom and once they got in they screamed from horror at what they saw….
TO BE CONTINUED… |
CHAPTER 3
All the stalls had lines of desperate girls in front of them who bounced and squirmed as they waited desperately for their turn to use the toilet. The others fought for their place in the line that led into the four lines that led to the stalls. Jennie made it first, behind her was Amy, then Lana, then Alicia, and not long after having pulled herself off the ground on the other side of the school and used every ounce of mental and physical strength to keep her filling bladder from exploding: Emma.
Emma’s jaw dropped. The poor girl was in black gym short shorts and a gray shirt. Her legs squeezed together as she squirmed in place. She was about to use the bathroom on the other side of the school, now she had to wait. “Oh God…” she cried in tears.
Amy was now as desperate as she was this morning when she almost popped in her panties but made it just in time. All the girls felt like they had woken up from a night of drinking gallons and had a boiling full bladder. Amy had her legs tight together as she shuffled her flip-flop covered feet in place.
Jennie was slouched over as the lines moved forward. Her hands dug into her crotch as she tried to plug herself up so she wouldn’t burst. Her tight butt bounced side to side as she shook up and down.
Lana usually had a lot of control over her bladder. But she leaned against the sinks as her ankles crossed in those tight jeans and high heels. Her skinny body barely able to contain the building pressure inside that worsened against her tight waist of the jeans. “Mmmmmm!” she moaned as she bit her lip.
Alicia danced in place as she could feel a couple drops pop out into her panties. Emma who was the very last of every girl in line was slouched over as she grabbed her crotch and went up and down. She was a short, blonde, and hot senior who started to breath heavy and sweat from the pressure that was building inside, getting ready to burst.
“Ee!” Alicia shrieked.
“What’s wrong?” asked Lana.
“I’m…I’m…I’m starting to go in my pants! I can’t wait much longer.” Girls who got out of the stalls went to wash in the sink, and the running water tormented the girls as it reminded them of needing to go and wanting to let go right there. “Oooooooh!”
Lana’s hands dug into her pockets as her legs crossed. “I’ve seriously never have had to take a piss this freaking bad in my whole life.”
“I almost peed all over myself this morning,” Amy said. “I can’t believe I’m facing this again.”
“I…can’t…” Alicia struggled. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh Gooooddd!!! Here it comes!” She looked left and right and sweated bullets. Alicia unbuttoned her pants, pulled them and her panties down, and jumped sat on the bathroom sink. Girls grossed out as Alicia let out a relief of a load. “Ahhhhhh,” she said peacefully. She peed into the sink right there, and not long after it overflowed and leaked on the floor. However, it did not hit Alicia, she saved herself from wetting her clothes.
The pee however touched her friend’s feet just as they made it to the stall themselves. Emma’s bare feet in flip flips sent an alert of water to her brain and then her bladder making her feel the need to release. She jittered her teeth as she quickly crossed her legs tight and one kicked back in the air.
Jennie felt it too and a burst of going exploded inside of her. She barely made it into the stall and started to go in the toilet. Relief. Dry, relief.
Amy’s legs started to wobble. Then, the bell went off. They had to go to class. Amy, Lana, and Emma, still bursting like crazy on the inside.
They could barely get through their classes. Each remaining girl felt explosions of bladder pains rock their whole bodies, harder on the lower belly area and crotch. Lana was forced to unbutton her pants to release some pressure. Emma had a lot of agony. That feeling someone gets when they really must go and are right there about to get into the toilet room and the need to go increases by ten times, she had that before Claudia blocked her out. Then she was forced to hold it back and deal with it growing as she waited in the other bathroom. She was fighting every second to save herself from an embarrassing accident of epic tragedies. Amy meanwhile had her legs crossed twice over. Her crotch screamed for relief as she nearly cried out.
The bells rang and they jolted for the bathrooms. One was out of order, and now…the other was out of order! “What happened?” the girls cried in unison to the janitor who was there.
“That dang girl Alicia. She peed in the sink and it went on the floor too. It’s a health violation that makes the room contaminated. It won’t be back open until tomorrow. There’s still the single room left.”
The girls ran there for their lives. But not too fast. They were on the verge of wetting. Their legs squeezed tight, their butt cheeks squeezed tight and ran in tiny steps. People around them laughed as they saw their awkward movements of holding. They ran as their bodies bounced side to side and made it to the bathroom, single person so one occupant at a time.
Amy swiped her card and ran in. Emma and Lana fought for the last spot. Amy dropped her things, ripped her shorts off, took her panties off, and planted herself on the toilet. Before she sat it exploded out of her like a waterfall. Amy let out a breath of relief that was covered by the loud stream pouring out of her. Lana and Emma heard it outside the door and grabbed their ears shut as they danced in desperation about to burst. Their legs flying up everywhere. Their own bodies screaming at them to let them pee already, they’re not meant to hold in this much for this long.
Amy's leg muscles lossened as her bladder became less and less heavy. Her toes uncurled and relaxed. She smiled as she sat there and let the stream flow out of her.
Right before Amy got out, Emma thought she would die, but instead a pressure went over her that made her lose breath and pass out on the floor.
Lana ran into the bathroom and relieved herself. After three full minutes of peeing that required two flushes, Emma got up as she heard Lana, and she forgot for a moment why she was there. Then as Lana got out of the bathroom Emma remembered, and just like that all the pain rushed back to her in an instant. She tried to run in but Lana stepped in front of her and smiled.
“This is interesting,” Lana said.
Emma’s legs were going up and down high and low as her hands dug into her crotch. Her voice was low and strained. “Wwwhat are you dddoing?...Get out…oowww…get out of the way. I’m about to burst open like a waterdam. I'm going to soak myself!”
Emma tried to storm in again but Lana pushed her back. What a lot of people did not know about Lana, her biggest secret, she was a bisexual, very horny, omorashi-obsessed sociopath. Emma started to cry. Then she froze in utter terror as the toilet in the single restroom started to overflow. Her jaw dropped.
Lana said, “Decided to shove some extra paper down there. Looks like you have an hour left of the day, and no toi toi to go to."
Emma’s legs crossed. There were no toilets left for her to use in the school. Her card wouldn't work on boy's rooms. Her belly was expanded out from under her shirt despite her being in shape. Her muscles clenched. She fell on her butt and rocked back and forth fast as she tried to contain the gallons inside of her. Lana looked at poor Emma as it turned her on to see desperation so much. Emma, knowing she was moments away from an accident of humiliating proportions was in a state of heavy breathing and panic. She felt like she would literally explode two hours ago before Claudia stopped her. Her stomach hurting and feeling like it would pop open, her legs becoming numb, the hot, burning ache in her crotch. She cried, “Wwwwhhhhy….”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Edited September 7, 2017 by Rick Dixon
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CHAPTER 4
Poor, sweet, gorgeous Emma. She could not believe what happened to her. All day she tried to get into the bathroom. She kept getting pushed out of the way, now Lana broke the last toilet she could use in the school. Emma was on the floor, her legs tightly crossed over each other, pulled up to her chest with her arms around them as she bit her lip and sweated from the feeling of her lower belly burning and bursting literally.
“Oh no!” she shrieked. Emma felt a drop shoot out of her and into her short. Just a tiny one, but still, it meant she did not have much time left. She cried, “Why God? Wwwwhhhhhyyyyy?!?”
Lana, sexy but evil stood there as she tapped her foot and arms crossed over her chest fully relieved herself, looked down with a wicked smile. “This is going to be so hot.”
The bell rang. Emma struggled, but pushed herself off the floor and slowly walked to class. She walked down the halls as the last of the students gazed at her agonizing body. Arms over her stomach, one step at a time, and she shook. Emma was about to burst like a water balloon.
She made it to history class. Ms. Lela was a young, hot teacher who wore tight blue jeans, these dark, orange heels, and a pink dress shirt. Her blonde hair, waved all over. Emma was late to class. Ms. Lela asked, “Emma, why are you late?”
Emma stood there, humiliated by how she looked right now, nothing compared to how bad if she wet herself. Her legs crossed in her black short shorts, arms crossed on chest, and she slowly bounced in place. “I’m sorry Ms. Lela.” She said in a strained voice.
“Emma, are you okay?” Lela asked.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I-.” Emma was cut off as she felt her body spurt out two more drops of her boiling pee. She turned red as she rubbed her butt cheeks together to keep the drops inside of her clothes and not fall down her exposed legs. “I’m just going to sit down.” Emma took her seat, and Lela began her lecture.
“So, class, let’s talk about our chapter. Washington sailed across the blue ocean.”
OCEAN. That word struck Emma like a bullet. “Ooohh,” she moaned. Her belly made a sound that was like an angry growl. Her legs tightened.
Ms. Lela continued. “The prices of things like toiletries and water increased. It put pressure on the government.”
TOILETRIES…WATER…PRESSURE… “Errrrrg.” Emma moaned again. Sweat came out of her forehead, and Lana sat in the back of class very turned on. Emma saw the janitor outside as he mopped up the floor and splashed water from his bucket onto it. The noise and sound reminded her how bad she had to pee. Her legs crossed and the leg that was on top had its foot curve behind Emma’s other ankle. She tightened as hard as she could. Tears came from her eyes as painful pulses that felt like punches to the gut only hotter soared inside her.
She was so worried. She was going to have an accident in front of everyone. Her legs shook like an earthquake stormed under the floor she was on. Emma pulled on the cheeks of her face which was so wet from sweat. Her stomach growled again. Another few drops popped out and into her clothes. The growling in her stomach would not stop, and people turned as they heard it. No one should hold in this much pee for this long.
“I think she’s going to pee herself,” one guy whispered to someone.
“Wow. How embarrassing,” a girl said.
Having talked about water for so long, and being a teacher, she had limited bathroom breaks during the day. Ms. Lela felt a large pressure in her own belly. She took careful steps as she grew worried. She had forgotten to go during lunch break.
Lana saw the teacher and realized Emma might use her as a desperate attempt to use the teacher’s bathroom. A guy in class passed Lana a brownie. He said they were for cute girls only, and she admired that and ate it quick.
As the bell rang, Lana got up from her seat but grabbed her belly as she felt a heavy pain hit inside. Her butt cheeks squeezed on senses. She tightened the muscles in her stomach as she felt something solid trying to burst out. The guy was Paulie the Prankster, class clown. LAXATIVE BROWNIES. “Oh…crap,” Lana thought.
Ms. Lela took slow steps to the teacher’s lavatory. Emma literally bounced over there. Lana struggled behind.
Ms. Lela reached the one teacher’s lavatory and swiped her card. She tried to open but it was occupied. She started to sweat and took a few steps back. Hands in her pockets, her legs crossed.
Emma bounced in front of the teacher’s lavatory. She banged on the door hard and fast. “GET OUT! I GOTTA GO! GET OUT!”
Ms. Lela marched over and grabbed Emma’s arm. “Emma! Stop that.”
“I really gotta go!”
Ms. Lela’s legs wobbled. “So…so do I.” What she wanted to say actually was, Kid, I’m about to piss a heavy load in my panties.
They both saw Lana as she struggled over. She tipped side to side with her legs closed tight.
Emma’s stomach let out a loud sound and her belly started to grow. This was it. 3…2…1, Emma cried and ran off. No accident though.
Lana grabbed Ms. Lela’s keycard. The person left the bathroom. Door closed and locked. Lana tried to swipe, but Lela grabbed her arm. Lana pushed her shoe against Lela’s aching belly. She moaned. The card was in the swipe lock, and they pushed each other to the side.
Lana having fallen down released her pressure without wanting to. Her belly exploded, poop shot out of her gut and made her jeans brown within seconds. People pointed and laughed at the little sociopath who oh so deserved it.
Ms. Lela having felt great for a victory, and saw her turn to use picked her card off the floor and swiped. The door remained locked. “What?” Her jaw dropped to her horror as she saw her card snapped in half when they felt and it was caught in the lock.
Her bladder had had enough. As the poor teacher cried, her bladder shot out a river of pee that flooded her panties and jean, and made them dark in seconds. It poured out from under her pants and onto her shoes, and a puddle formed around them.
They cried. Both accidents. One deserved it, one did not.
HOURS LATER
Emma was at home, she smiled, happy, and had dry clothes. The same clothes she wore to school.
At the school that night, the janitor went around to garbage cans and dumped them.
“Can’t wait to pour this last can and go home.” He poured it, and out came gallons of pee that poured all over the floor out from the side of his travel trash bin. “Crap.”
THE END. |
Turning the Blue Ocean Yellow
Fire Emblem Heroes fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Captain L for editing
The morning sun peeked over a horizon of ocean water, casting a romantic orange light across a large beach. However, the group of warriors currently traversing its shores did not have romance in mind. Their intentions were more virtuous, if not dangerous.
At some point, the leader of the group, the red-headed Commander Anna of Askr, stopped walking and lowered her axe to the sand.
“Alright, this spot looks as good as any,” she called out, “Everybody gather round! You two, up front! You'll wanna hear this.”
She pointed to the two white-haired ladies in the group, Princess Corrin from the World of Conquest and Robin, tactician of the Ylissean shepherds. Unlike the rest of their entourage, who were dressed in armor and traveling clothes, these women wore attire made for the beach. Corrin looked like any other vacationer in her frilly black and white bikini and flower wreath, the only exception being the wyvern she was sitting atop. Robin stood out a bit more as she had decided to continue wearing her longcoat and boots, though she left the former open to show off her purple swimwear. More puzzling than that were the various fishing tools and nets already full of sea creatures that she carried with her.
“So these are the southern beaches of Askr,” said Corrin, dismounting from her dragon and staring in awe. “I had heard stories of their beauty, but it really is something else to see it for myself.”
Robin smiled next to her. “I agree. It's easy to see why this place attracts so many tourists and fishermen.”
“That's right,” said Anna, “These beaches have always been a good source of food and income, not just for Askr, but the nearby fishing communities too.” Her smile lowered into a frown. “That is, until bandits showed up and started harassing everyone here. Now, you'd be lucky to find anyone but the most daring of beach-goers.” Just as she had said, the shores were vacant as far as they could see, the only souls around being the current company.
“I assume these bandits are why we have been called here,” said Ike of Crimea, crossing his arms. “But if I may ask, shouldn't a simple bandit problem be dealt with by our forces stationed down here instead of pulling manpower from the castle?”
“Normally, yes,” responded Anna, “But we’ve had a squad of soldiers desert from our army recently, and we have good reason to suspect these bandits are our deserters.”
“How disgusting,” said Princess Sheena of Gra, “Do these men not have a shred of pride for their homeland?”
Anna shook her head. “None whatsoever, and aside from attacking innocent people and tarnishing the good name of Askr, they have information that could cause trouble for us if it fell into the wrong hands. Their capture is a top priority.”
Prince Alfonse was next to speak. “Okay, but the shoreline stretches on for almost a mile, and it borders a dense forest. It could be days or weeks before we find them, and that’s assuming they don’t leave the area.”
“Right again. Combing the beach would take far more time than we have to spare.” Anna then grew a slightly devious smile. “Which is why we’re going to bring the bandits to us instead.”
The group fell silent, unable to think of anything to say at first. “Err, and how do you propose we do that?” asked Alfonse.
“Glad you asked!” Anna pointed towards the two scantily-clad women. “We’re going to use these lovely ladies here to draw them out of hiding!”
“Use… us?” asked Corrin, eyebrow raised in confusion. Is this why she asked us to dress this way?
Robin’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I get it now! You want us to hang around here and act as bait for the bandits.”
“Gold star for Robin!” Anna put a finger to her chin. “It’s the perfect trap. Two unsuspecting girls by themselves on the beach, wearing nothing but their swimwear and basically defenseless. What self-respecting thug could pass up an opportunity like that?”
“A bait ploy? Are you sure this will be safe?” asked Alfonse.
“Yeah, it seems kinda dangerous just leaving these two out in the open,” chimed in his sister Sharena. “If you’d like, I could change into my swimsuit and hang out with them, too. It’d be another pair of hands to fight back if something goes wrong.”
Still, Anna’s expression remained unchanged. “Don’t worry, you two, this plan comes straight from Kiran, and they haven’t failed us yet. While our girls lounge about, we’ll be hiding just out of sight for when the bandits show up. And I appreciate the enthusiasm, Sharena, but you’re the acting princess of Askr, and they might suspect something’s up if they recognize you.” She then eyeballed Corrin and Robin. “Plus, these two have a certain… quality to them that I think will make them extra irresistible to our targets.”
Robin felt her face growing warm and her arm unconsciously moving in front of her chest. “W-we do?”
“Yup, now listen carefully.” Anna walked over to the swimsuit-clad ladies. “The trick to being good bait is to act natural. Do some fishing, go for a swim, catch some sunlight, even build a sandcastle if you want. Just make sure you stay near this spot and keep your weapons close by. We can’t guarantee your safety if you’re too far away from us.”
Robin nodded and smiled. “I have to admit I’ve never played the role of bait, but I’m sure it’ll be a good learning experience.”
“Me too,” said Corrin with a giggle, “Although it sounds like I may have trouble remembering I’m supposed to be luring out dangerous bandits.”
“That’s the spirit!” beamed Anna. “Oh, and one last thing,” she said, leaning in close. “If you happen to hear any clicking noises, don’t worry about them. That’s just me doing some extra reconnaissance.” She leaned back with a wink.
Alfonse then leaned into Sharena’s ear and whispered “I knew she was plotting something,” to which Sharena nodded.
Anna returned to the center of the group and picked her axe up. “Okay, everybody! Let’s find a good hiding spot and get this plan moving! We’ve got some bandits to catch!”
The entire group, save for Corrin and Robin, dispersed, some hiding in the nearby woods, with others, including Corrin’s wyvern, going towards the remains of what was once a beachside outpost. A couple minutes later, and it looked as if they were the only ones on the entire beach.
They soon went to work setting out their beach. “Well, here we are, just two girls hanging out on the beach,” said Corrin while she laid out her towel, its design matching the color and patterns of her bikini.
“Indeed,” said Robin, taking a look at her fishing gear. “It may not be the exact conditions I wanted, but I’ve always been interested in studying the sea life up close.”
Corrin paused for a moment to take in the senses of the beach, from the cool salty breeze to the ocean’s deep blue to the warm sand between her toes. “This place is so beautiful. I wish the rest of my family could have joined us, even if they had to get in a battle.”
Robin giggled. “Some of the shepherds back home would probably love the idea of fighting while on vacation.”
“That sounds like my family. I have a feeling they would find something to turn into a competition even out here,” said Corrin, scratching her cheek.
“Heh heh, I guess even across worlds, some things just don’t change.” Robin lifted up her fishing trident. “So what are you planning to do first? I’d say what my plan is, but I think it’s a bit obvious.”
Corrin sat down on her towel. “Well, I was going to see if there were any seashells to collect, and then maybe go for a swim.” She reached into a bag and pulled out a jar containing a white substance. “But first, I think we should apply this cream Camilla had me bring along.”
“A cream? What for?”
“She says it’s to keep from getting sunburnt,” said Corrin as she scooped some of the cream out. “We might be here for a while, so it would definitely be a good idea.”
“I’ll certainly take some if you’re offering,” said Robin, sitting down on her purple towel and removing her cloak. “I suppose we can cover each other’s backs while we’re at it, if you don’t mind the contact.”
“No, it’s fine. It beats a sore, red back any day.”
And so, the ladies went about applying the cream onto themselves, enjoying the cool feeling and pleasant smell on their skin. As they rubbed it onto each other’s backs, they both noticed the clicking noise Anna told them about grew more frequent, but continued regardless. Even though they were part of a dangerous plan, neither girl could feel anything but optimistic about how the rest of the day would turn out.
I hope those bandits show up soon.
Corrin was not naive enough to think their target would appear immediately. It was a big beach, and the bandits may not even come out to attack today. Still, as the hours added up and the sun rose higher and higher, she was finding her patience starting to wear thin. She had already gathered all the seashells nearby, and was now idly thumbing through her magic tome disguised as a book on aquatic life to make the time go by faster.
But the biggest reason for her impatience was the growing pressure between her legs. She and Robin knew the dangers of drinking ocean water, so they had brought a good deal of drinks to keep themselves hydrated under the hot sun. Since then, that water had plenty of time to make its way through her body, and now it wanted out, preferably as soon as possible.
Corrin wiggled her bottom against the towel to ease the strain on her bladder. She may have been on the beach, but she was still picky about where she wanted to let go. The thought of simply relieving herself in full view of an entire squad of heroes mortified her, and there was nowhere nearby she could hide herself well enough.
Not on land, at least. Corrin found herself eyeing the ocean now, with its waves of who knows how much water endlessly crashing upon the shore, its suggestive sounds especially picking up in her sensitive ears. She wasn’t too keen on it, but it was the best option she had for a discrete bathroom break.
The only problem was the other person in the ocean. Robin had been fishing nonstop, and was still in the water doing just that. Aside from the general weirdness and grossness of peeing in waters occupied by someone else, she did not want to disturb the fish and unintentionally sabotage Robin. She would need to wait for her to take a break before relief could be had.
The gods seemed to smile on Corrin, for less than a minute later, Robin picked up her fishing stuff and walked back to their spot. “Urgh, the shepherds made spear-fishing look a lot easier than it actually is,” she commented while dropping her gear next to her towel.
“Don't tell me you didn't catch a single fish that whole time,” said Corrin in a playful voice.
Robin lifted her harpoon up to show a decent-sized trout stuck on the middle tip. “Aside from this guy that got stuck on the rocks, I got nothing you couldn’t pick up with your bare hands. Seems I have a while to go before I master the ways of the fisherman.”
Corrin smiled in earnest. “Don't worry, I'm sure your friends had just as tough a time on their first fishing trip.”
“Maybe, but they probably didn’t have an audience keeping an eye on them.” Robin glanced away from Corrin eyes and frowned. “Um, are you doing alright?”
Only then did Corrin realize that she had not stopped her squirming, which she promptly corrected. “Oh! Um, I’m okay. It’s nothing serious.”
At this, Robin tilted her head. “Is there anything I can do to help you at least?”
As much as she wanted to be delicate about her problem, Corrin realized there was no point in hiding it. They were grown adults, surely Robin would understand. She sighed and replied, “No, I just, um… have had a lot to drink, and n-need to relieve my body of those drinks.”
It was a roundabout way of saying it, but Corrin still felt a little embarrassed to admit that. An unconventional princess she may be, but some of her royal upbringing had stuck with her.
“Oh,” said Robin at first, her expression unchanging. Just a moment later, however, she pursed her lips and closed her eyes. “Mmm!” she groaned.
“What’s wrong?” Corrin got up to her feet. I hope she wasn’t too grossed out.
“Um, n-nothing,” said Robin, opening her eyes. “I guess I was too focused on fishing to pay attention, but, well…”Robin let her actions speak for the next part, opting to put her legs together and wiggle her hips.
Corrin’s eyes widened a bit as it dawned on her. “Oh, you too?”
“With the waiting and the water I’ve been drinking, I guess it was bound to happen eventually,” replied Robin with a blush. “Though I was hoping our bandits would have shown up before I needed to take care of it.”
“Don’t worry, I thought the same thing.” Corrin looked over to the shores. “In fact, I was just about to go into the water and, um, let nature run its course.”
Robin mimicked Corrin’s gaze. “That sounds like a smart plan. Should we take turns, or…?”
Corrin shrugged. “I don’t see the harm in going in at the same time. Just as long as we have our space, of course.”
Robin nodded and grinned. “Works for me. Now let’s get in there before-”
“Going somewhere, ladies?”
If the girls had hair anywhere but their head, it now stood on edge. They both turned to the source of the gravelly voice, confirming their fears. Several men approached the ladies, each of them carrying some kind of weapon and menacing grin, making it clear they were not here for a good reason.
Gods, why now? thought Corrin, her bladder pulsing harder knowing that her relief had been denied. Not this again.
“What’s the rush?” said the bandit in front. “We were all hoping to have a chat with you.”
“Whatever you have to talk about, we’re not interested,” said Robin.
To this, the thug pulled out a sword made of silver and pointed at the girls. “Oh, but I think you really should be. I have your attention now?”
Corrin looked closely at the sword, then over to the man’s armor, a striking white and gold, save for the loin-cloth he wore above his long boots. “That sword and armor… they’re from the Askran army, aren’t they?”
“An expert, are we?” the thug chuckled. “Well, they’re getting a lot better use out here than they were fighting in a fool’s war, I’ll tell you that much.”
“You call harassing innocent people a good use of weapons?” asked Robin, gritting her teeth.
“You really going to lecture me at the end of a sword?” The bandit got right up in Robin’s face.
Much as she wanted to, the strategist knew that acting now would be foolish, so she remained silent, her hand gripping the harpoon harder.
“I didn’t think so.” The man then turned around and walked into the middle of his gang. “You all know the drill. Gold, gear, fish, any other valuables you find, take it all. Be as rough as you want. I don’t like the way they looked at me.”
At this, some of the bandits walked forward, one of them reaching his hand out towards the ladies. “Hope you aren’t too fond of those swimsuits, because they’re coming right off-FAAAAAAGH!”
The perverted thug reeled back and quickly grabbed his wrist. He held out his hand, revealing the arrow now sticking through it to everyone nearby.
“Wuh… what the…!?” yelled the bandit next to him, and many of the others adopted a look of shock that conveyed the same thought.
He didn't get anymore out, for Robin made her move right then. She struck him in the gut with the butt of her harpoon, then swung the spear end at his head as he doubled over. The bandit stumbled backwards with a nasty cut and the smell of fish across his face.
Meanwhile, Corrin saw another thug raising his bow and aiming it in the direction of the arrow’s source. That would not be happening. She opened her tome and focused her energy until a blast of water and fish-shaped projectiles flew out, sending the archer tumbling into the sand before his arrow could be loosed.
They had taken them by surprise, but the girl’s attacks put the bandits’ attention back onto them. Several of them drew their weapons and walked towards them with scowls deep enough to intimidate even the fiercest warriors. Strong as they were, Corrin and Robin could not take on all of them at once, thus they slowly backed away until they felt the feeling of wet sand on their feet. The ocean was right behind them, and they could retreat no further.
But before the thugs could close the gap, a deafening shriek forced them to stop and plug their ears. A small gust of wind blew all around them as a wyvern, Corrin’s wyvern, landed between them.
“J-just what’s going on here!?” shouted a bandit.
“W-who are these women!?” screamed another.
Corrin gasped in surprise, but also wasted no time in grabbing onto her dragon and hoisting herself onto its back. I really need to thank Camilla for loaning me her wyvern when I get back, she thought while extending her hand to Robin.
“Grab on, quick!” she yelled.
“R-right!” Robin took Corrin’s hand and was soon pulled onto the wyvern’s saddle. As if on instinct, the dragon took off and flew over the bandits, coming to rest next to a squad of the heroes, who had finally come out of hiding with their weapons drawn.
“Attention, bandits!” declared Anna from their side. “In the name of Askr, you are all charged with desertion and highway robbery! Surrender yourselves at once!”
“Do not make this hard on yourself,” called out Ike, “Lay your weapons down now, or we will show no mercy!”
The bandits exchanged looks, many of which a mix of shock and panic. Several of them spoke one after the other.
“We… we’ve been had!”
“Those ladies were a trap! I knew they looked too good to be true!”
“I don’t know if we can get out of this one-”
The last bandit to talk received a blow to the cheek with the butt of the leader’s sword. “Quit your blubbering! Do you really want to spend the rest of your days rotting in a prison cell? Now either show them not to mess with us, or I kill you myself!”
Despite the threat in his pep talk, the bandits’ entire demeanor changed from panic and confusion to fury and determination. They all raised their weapons and gave their battle cries, then rushed forward with intent to kill.
Corrin swallowed and said, “Of course, they couldn’t make it easy for us.”
“They never do,” said Anna, “Alright, everyone! Time to show these quitters what it means to fight for the name of Askr!”
Askran recruits underwent a tough training regimen before they could officially join the ranks as proper soldiers. This training was evident in the deserters turned bandits, as they put up a tough fight against the Order of Heroes. Their weapons and gear being of high caliber only made their prowess that much deadlier.
But for as much experience they had, it could not match the strength and tenacity of the legendary heroes on Corrin and Robin’s side. From atop their wyvern, they could see that the battle was slowly edging towards their favor. Between Corrin casting spells from up high and Robin relaying tactics, the two of them were certainly doing their part to ensure the heroes’ victory as well.
If only they could win faster, Corrin lamented. Though they were fighting, the powerful discomfort from her bladder continued to occupy the back of her mind. It especially did not help that riding atop a dragon meant her legs were separated, forcing her pelvic muscles to work even harder to prevent an early release. Even pressing a hand to her groin every now and then did little to ease her need.
“Eep!”
Corrin gasped as she heard this sound come from the lady behind her. “Robin! You okay?” she said, turning her head as much as she could. Please don’t tell me an arrow hit her!
“Y-yes,” responded a red-faced Robin, “I just… let a little bit slip out.”
Her fears unfounded, Corrin let out a breath of relief, even if it was another reminder of how badly she needed to pee. “It’s okay. The bandits can’t hold out much longer. Once they’re beaten, I’ll land us near the ocean so we can both take care of it.”
“I-I know. I’m not giving up just yet… wait, look over there!”
Robin pointed in the direction of the outpost ruins. Following her friend’s finger, Corrin could make out one of the bandits making a run for it in the confusion of battle. Wasting no time, she flew over to Anna, who had just finished landing the finishing blow on the thug attacking her.
“Anna!” Corrin called out, “One of the deserters is trying to escape!”
Hearing this, Anna turned to the ladies in the sky. “Chase him down! We can’t let a single one of them get away!”
“But what of the fight here?” asked Robin.
“We’ve got things under control here, now get going!”
“On it!” Corrin spurred the wyvern, and it took off in the direction of the outpost.
They had hoped to catch the runaway before he could duck inside the one remaining structure of the ruins. Unfortunately, they had not reached the halfway point when they saw him run inside, dashing that hope.
“Shoot, what’s the plan now?” said Corrin, “Should we circle the building and make sure he doesn’t run back outside?”
“No chance, we need to get in there and subdue him now,” replied Robin.
“Wait, seriously?” Corrin turned her head. “We might outnumber him, but he could still get the drop on us in there.”
Robin’s serious expression remained unchanged. “We have no choice. If it turns out that building has an old escape tunnel, he might be able to get away.” Though it was just the two of them, Robin leaned in and spoke in a quieter voice. “That, and I really don’t want to cover this wyvern in my bodily fluids.”
Hearing the second reason caused another pulse of pain from Corrin’s bladder, making her wince. “Urgh, alright, it looks like there are only two ways in and out of the building. I’ll let you down near the front, then I’ll swing around and enter from the back. We’ll trap him with a pincer attack.”
“Couldn’t think of anything better myself,” Robin replied.
Corrin steered the wyvern just in front of the entrance to the structure, letting it come to a landing and allowing Robin to climb off. “Stay on your guard. We have no idea what it’s like in there,” said Corrin before she spurred the wyvern back into flight. She circled the building, keeping an eye out for the bandit in case he ran straight through, and landed outside the rear entrance. She then swung one leg over to the other, and hopped out of the saddle, her feet hitting the sand.
“Ooh!” The sudden jolt of her landing proved a bit stronger than what her bladder could handle. A spurt of warmth hit her bottoms, making Corrin snap her legs shut and grab at her groin. She whimpered and her sharp incisor became visible as she twisted in place, putting all her strength into holding back the oncoming flood, if only for just a little bit longer.
It hurt, but eventually she managed to regain control of her bladder muscles again. Not that took any sense of success from it; the fact that she, a grown princess, had to resort to dancing like a little kid to prevent an accident was a bit humiliating. At least nobody was there to witness it.
“Come on, just one more bandit,” Corrin told herself. “Then I can get Robin and we can-”
“Aaaah!”
That was Robin screaming, and it was coming from inside. In an instant, Corrin forgot about her need to pee, and ran inside without further hesitation. Her mind raced with horrifying thoughts as to why Robin let out such a yell, enough that she only took in the basics of the building’s interior, that of a former storehouse with the occasional rotted barrel and crate laying about. She darted her head all around the room, looking for any signs of her friend or the bandit, hoping against hope that there was still an ally to rescue.
“Hold it, wench!”
Corrin stopped cold and slowly turned in the direction of the voice, nearly balking at what she saw. The leader of the deserters was standing directly behind an unarmed Robin, his arm wrapped around her stomach while he held a dagger to her neck.
“Robin!” she called out, raising her hand as if to grab at her.
“Not one more step, or I cut her open like freshly-caught trout!” yelled the thug, pulling her just a little closer and making her squeak.
Corrin had little choice but to abide by his words. “If… if you hurt her-”
“Hey, I’m doing the talking now!” the thief interrupted. “I'll make this simple. You give me that dragon of yours, and I let this one run free. Any funny business, and I paint the floors with her blood, got it?”
Panic swelled within Corrin’s mind and heart. What was she going to do now? She could never let the deserter get away, potentially telling what he knows about Askr’s military to the wrong people and causing serious problems. At the same time, she couldn’t think of any other way to keep Robin alive, who was probably scared out of her mind.
But then she looked right at Robin, and realized something. Robin’s face and eyes were tense, but it was not a look of fear on her. Rather, it was more of a determined expression, of calm resolve in a dangerous storm. Staring at Robin’s stoic face even while someone had a weapon at her throat helped put Corrin’s panic at ease. She relaxed her teeth, which she had been gritting the whole time, and looked the bandit dead in the eyes.
“What? Do I gotta carve it out for you on her neck?” asked the deserter. “Give me your dragon, or she dies!”
“I understand perfectly,” said Corrin in a calm voice, “But I also know that there is no way out of here for you.”
“Says the bimbo in a bikini! I’m the one with the dagger against someone’s throat!”
“Yes, that’s all you have, but I have three good reasons why you have no chance of winning.”
To this, the bandit raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Name ‘em.”
“The first is my wyvern.” Corrin glanced to the doorway where her mount was still visible. “It will only obey me and its original owner. You would never get it to take flight with you at the reins.”
“Pfft, you expect me to believe that? Now quit your stalling and move outta the way so’s I can make my way outta here.”
“The second is your bargaining chip there,” said an unmoving Corrin.
“Hah! You gonna tell me you don’t give a flip about your friend here? I know you hero types. You’d all rather give up everything you have than see someone you know bite the dust.”
“You’re right in that I’d never want to see her get hurt, but even if you were to take her life here and now, our summoner friend could simply call her back like nothing happened. I have no reason to not attack you right now, even with her in your arms.”
The bandit immediately quit smiling. “Call her… what!? Now you’re just talking nonsense!”
“My final reason,” continued Corrin, “Do you know who you have in your arms? That’s no mere ‘bimbo’ there, but a master tactician.”
“And why should I care about that?”
“Because she always has a plan, and you lost this fight a long time ago.”
“Fool, I haven’t lost a-AAAAAAAAAARGH!”
It was at this moment that Robin’s plan became obvious to everyone in the room. While Corrin talked to the bandit and kept him distracted, Robin had slowly reached into her inner coat pocket and pulled out a baby snapping turtle taken from the beach. She carefully maneuvered it underneath the bandit’s loin-cloth, and the turtle eagerly bit down on whatever it found under there.
The bandit’s eyes shot open from the sharp, agonizing pain. He dropped the dagger in his reaction, and without anything keeping her there anymore, Robin pushed out of his grasp and dove to the side.
“Now!” she yelled.
Hearing and seeing her friend safely out of the way, Corrin opened her tome and channeled as much power into it as she could. “You’re sunk!” she yelled as an especially-strong jet of water and fish launched out, striking the bandit. He flew backwards and crashed clean through the building’s outer wall, revealing the ocean outside.
It took a few seconds for the dust and rubble to settle, but the bandit eventually lifted his head up, his eyes unfocused and cloudy.
“I... I don’t wanna go swimming, mommy!” was all he said before passing out. The turtle slowly walked away from him, making a motion with its head akin to coughing.
Corrin lowered her tome and sighed in happiness. Victory was theirs today, and with nobody worse for the wear. At least, not that she knew of.
“Are you alright, Robin?” she asked, turning to her friend, but upon seeing her, all the stress came back to her once more.
Rather than standing up, Robin was hunched over and supporting herself on a crate, her whole body trembling. “I… I…” she mumbled, her face clearly showing strain.
“What? What is it!?” said Corrin, running to her side. Kiran may be able to revive them just like she said, but that didn’t mean she wanted to see her friend hurt and dying.
“I… gotta pee!” yelled Robin as she suddenly stood upright, twisted her legs, and shoved her hand onto her groin. A couple drops of liquid fell from her bottoms and hit the ground.
Corrin was slightly taken aback at the sudden outburst, but the sight of Robin on the verge of wetting herself only renewed her own need for relief. Another spurt escaped from her and into her swimsuit, finally enough to break the barrier and start dripping onto the ground.
“Gah, me too!” she gasped, quickly mimicking Robin’s potty dance. “I… don’t think I can hold on any longer. W-what are we gonna do?”
“T-The ocean! Quick!” Robin wasted no time half-running half-waddling through the gap in the wall.
“R-right!” Corrin immediately followed suit, carefully stepping around the debris and unconscious bandit.
The shoreline could have not been more than fifty feet away from the girls, but to them and their failing holds, it might as well have been a mile-long dash. Every step they took was agony, with more drops spilling into and through their bottoms. Corrin could feel urine running down her legs, and Robin was certain she was leaving a trail of pee behind in the sand.
But just a few eternity-filled seconds later, the ladies reached the shoreline. A sense of elation hit Corrin as soon as her foot hit the water, though it also led to another spurt shooting out of her. Operating entirely on instinct, both girls waded into the ocean until they were close to knee-deep before falling down next to each other, Corrin sitting on her rump while Robin fell with her knees in front.
Neither girl had time to settle in and pull their bottoms down when they felt the last of their bladder strength give out, both of them gasping as they began peeing at full force. A golden mist spread out from their swimsuits, some coming around the edges but most pushing through the fabrics, quickly mixing with and warming up the waters all around them.
Although the sound of peeing could not be heard above the water, the girls more than that made up for that with their inability to suppress their voices. Corrin moaned in a way that turned her cheeks pink and made her thankful only one other person could hear her. Robin was full of sighs broken up by her catching her breath from the running, culminating into one long exhale that she couldn’t help but smile through.
Their long-awaited relief was pleasant, to say the least. After all the danger, fighting, and near-accidents, they could finally let go of it all, feeling the tenseness in their bodies fading with each second. Corrin could not even muster up the will to feel embarrassed by her predicament. She was here, it was happening, she may as well make herself comfortable. Leaning her torso back, she put her hands on the ground to support her weight, now looking like she was simply enjoying the water’s cooling sensations.
Robin could not do the same, but that did not mean she wasn’t taking it easy. As she looked down at the yellow cloud spewing from between her legs, a silly thought occurred to her. She had been so worried about having an accident, and yet here she was, openly peeing through her bottoms without it feeling like wetting herself. It was a weird feeling, and sharing it with another person only made it more so, but she still felt like quietly laughing at the absurdity of her not-accident.
Until she looked over and saw Corrin giving her a strange look, that is. It was then she realized that giggling like a little kid was probably not the best action given the circumstances. But then she saw Corrin’s mouth turn into a wavy smile before succumbing to a giggle fit herself. She, too, had found the humor of their predicament, and soon both girls were having a laugh together in a way that they probably never could again with anyone else.
“Corrin! Robin!”
But all it took was someone calling out their names to completely kill the enjoyment of their relief.
“Wha!?” Corrin clenched her pelvic muscles tight as she looked over to see Anna right behind them. Her stream was no longer akin to a waterfall, but she couldn’t stop it fully, only reduce it to a dribble.
Robin quickly followed suit in attempting to suppress her peeing, but was also not one-hundred percent successful. “Er, C-Commander! Did you need something?” she asked, a hint of strain in her voice.
“You two okay? We heard the wall breaking from our spot, so we rushed over and…” Anna stopped talking and her eyes opened wide.
Both Corrin and Robin felt their heart rate steadily rising, the fear that they had been discovered in mid-relief running wild in their minds. But rather than blushing and looking away like they had expected, Anna suddenly dropped her axe and smiled in a way that made them more uncomfortable.
“Stay right there! Don’t move a muscle!” yelled Anna while she frantically pulled off her boots.
Not that they were in a position to actually move, both girls still not even close to finishing their pee, but they did as their commander instructed while she ran into the water, stopping when she was right in front of them. Anna then pulled out a strange-looking tome with a hole in the center and a crystal in the corner, and held it up to her face.
“Oh baby, this is perfect!” she declared, repeatedly pressing a button that caused a clicking sound. “Two ladies relaxing and enjoying the waters in their swimwear. This’ll easily make up for the income we lost to those bandits!”
Stunned at the turn of events, both Corrin and Robin found it difficult to respond. “But... but what about the other bandits? Is everyone alright?” Robin eventually asked.
“Yeah yeah, everything’s fine,” Anna hurriedly replied, “The deserters pretty much gave up when they saw their leader running away. Now come on, let me see those smiles so we can really sell these pictures!”
Once more, neither strategist could think of a proper response, and they eventually gave up on finding one. When they had first joined the Order of Heroes, they were given advice regarding Anna, specifically that there was little point in trying to stop her when she got this way. Hesitantly, they both forced a smile and raised their hands to wave, to which their commander became more aggressive in her picture-taking.
But while they seemed cheery above the water, down below was another story. Their holding muscles, already taxed from trying to keep their urine at bay for so long, were steadily giving out once more. Like a faucet slowly being turned, the wisps of yellow widened back into full sprays, and the girls were freely peeing again.
This did not go unnoticed by either of them. Both Corrin and Robin could feel a bead of sweat forming on their brows from a combination of embarrassment and nervousness. It was here that they both realized something else about the circumstances of their peeing.
Keeping her smile, Corrin leaned over to Robin and whispered, “Are you still…?”
“Y-yes…” Robin whispered back.
Corrin then looked at the point where Anna’s legs met the water. “And she’s standing right where…”
“It… would appear so.” Robin blushed as she imagined the warm cloud of waste forming around Anna’s feet.
A few seconds passed where they did not speak, letting Anna continue photographing them as passionately as she fought, all while muttering to herself about sales, swimsuits, and her pesky sisters not being able to stop her this time.
“Should we say something?” Robin asked.
Corrin took a moment before replying. “I think some things are better left unsaid.” |
I have never been to a robotics tournament. The thing I described here is more of a science fair type thing.
David eagerly drilled the last bolt into his latest experiment. He was almost more excited for this than the robotics tournament tomorrow. He thanked god for his skill of constructing machinery, because what he just completed was going to provide him with a bigger prize than anything he would win at the tournament.
A small, black camera, disguised as some kind of freshener or something, attached to the inner porcelain of the only women's toilet in the Robotics Club building. There was also one of the same design stuck to the wall directly behind the toilet as well. He thought about what he was going to see when he took these up, but for now he needed to head home. He glanced out the window, where he sun was beginning to rise up behind the trees. He had to hurry out of there, or his nighttime stealth mode would be put in peril.
He climbed out of the window and ran home, his heart racing for the events of today.
...
David awoke not long after he fell asleep. 'It probably wasn't a good idea to sleep at all,' he thought, now that he struggled to focus his groggy eyes. Just a few hours ago, he was wide awake, but now he felt like absolute shit. It was the robotics tournament though, and he wasn't going to miss that for the world.
At the tournament, the judges give critique on your robot based on the following: Efficiency, practicality, and appeal. David had constructed a robot that toasted and spread butter on a piece of bread for you automatically. It was one of his less complex works, but as the winner of three consecutive tournaments, he believed he had it in the bag.
He got dressed and gathered his things to leave the house, neglecting his morning piss. He decided that he'd release at the tournament in the restroom they had there. Brushing his teeth was awful, with the toilet just feet away from him and the running water teasing his bladder. It wasn't too bad, but it was definitely noticeable. He bent his knees as he locked the door to the house with his robot under one arm, bouncing a little.
By the time he arrived at the tournament, his need had moderately worsened. He stood at the back of a long line of people. He felt a bit of worry when he saw this, knowing his wait would be long, but he knew he'd be fine. He was rather skilled in holding his urine. He would often retain it for a full school day, even with a bladder full of water he chugged before school.
Almost an hour passed before he got to the front of the line. He really needed to pee now, but it was under control. A small dance or a squeeze would keep his need at bay. He approached the counter with the best composure he could muster.
"Identification?" the lady at the desk asked. David felt at his chest, then his heart dropped. He forgot his ID card at his house. He glanced at his watch. There was still an hour left until it started, so he probably had time to run home and retrieve it. Without wasting any more time, he took off sprinting back to his house. It jostled his bladder pretty badly, but he didn't care too much at this point. He couldn't miss this tournament.
He got home covered in sweat. He danced in place as he jammed his key into the lock and pushed open the door. He snatched the ID off his bed table. He contemplated release when he caught a glance of the toilet, but he decided he couldn't afford to waste any more time. Plus, he could definitely hold on for a lot longer. He even tightened his belt more around his waist. He grimaced as it dug into his pee-filled belly. He needed to cross his legs and squirm when he locked the door this time. He ran back to the tournament, where the line was much shorter. He did a continuous dance-step as he waited, sometimes squeezing his crotch, but trying his damnedest to keep it discreet.
He finally reached the desk, where he hurriedly showed his ID and entered the building. Knowing the layout by heart, he went inside and rushed through crowds of people to the very back, where he dropped off his contraption and ran to the bathroom. He stopped short when the knob wouldn't turn, displaying a red bar that read "Occupied."
David's bladder throbbed and pulsed against his belt. He was trying his best to hide his need, but it wasn't working very well. He spotted a rather cute girl leave the lavatory on the other side of the building, and he was reminded of his contraption that was currently at work, transmitting a live feed to his computer at home. He couldn't wait to review the footage once he got home.
He spotted another girl. A gorgeous one, one of David's best friends. His heart beat faster as she noticed him and approached. He stood as normal as he could, ignoring the large amount of liquid that resided in his abdomen.
"Hey, David," she said, smiling.
"Hi, Erica."
"I'm gonna beat you this time," she joked.
David laughed, but bent his knees when his bladder contracted. He nearly held himself, but he stopped himself before he could do such an embarrassing thing. She no doubt noticed it, though, and his face went beet red. Erica laughed.
"It's fine, I need to pee really bad too," she said, swaying her legs. He wasn't sure if it was from awkwardness or her need to pee, but he was excited now.
"Why don't you use the bathroom? It's open I think,"
"I hate the bathroom here. It's so filthy. I'll only use it if I absolutely have to." David felt immensely disappointed. An announcement came over the intercom, saying it was time for the contestants in the Robotics Tournament to go backstage and present to the judges.
"I'll see you," Erica told him, leaving. David was worried now. He wasn't sure if he could wait through the robotics tournament for a toilet. He needed to pee now or soon. He put his ear to the bathroom door and heard nothing. Hesitantly, he left to go to the tournament.
...
David sat down next to Erica in the waiting room. It jostled his bladder, and his belt dug even further into his abdomen, making him grimace. He loosened it so it didn't even touch his belly.
"Did you not pee or something?" Erica asked, half laughing, half concerned.
"No, someone's still in there and I still really have to go."
"Me too," Erica muttered, visibly uncomfortable. They both knew how long the wait was for these tournaments. Forty-five minutes later, David was desperate and on the brink of pain. He sat with his legs locked together, sitting as still as possible. Erica sat in a similar fashion with one hand over her bladder.
The loudspeaker above them called David's name. It was time for him to present. He shakily stood up and hobbled over to the room with the judges.
"Good luck," Erica mouthed to him as he entered. He walked up to a table with his robot already sitting on it, four judges standing near it expectantly. He had prepared and memorized a presentation for them, but with his bladder so overfilled with pee, he couldn't remember it very well.
"T-this is m-my project..." he said, legs shaking, "my name is D-David..."
"Hello David, please tell us what your project does," one of the judges said. He presented it rather well for someone in his state. He kept his hands at his sides, holding in the liquid with only his legs and sheer willpower. His bladder ached terribly, his need to urinate increasing by the minute. After he was finished, he hobbled out of the room towards the toilets. They were so far from where he was, and he couldn't go faster than a slow shuffle. He seized the opportunity to grab himself. His poor bladder was so full that it pained him to walk so far, and he gripped his manhood so hard it started to hurt. Why didn't he go when he had the chance? Why didn't he just release the pent up urine inside of him when he woke up, instead of retaining it for so long? It was a night and a day of pee that stayed past it's welcome inside of his body. He needed to go so badly...
He was about fifteen feet from the unoccupied bathrooms when someone went into them. A tall boy with orange hair, who clearly didn't need to go as badly as David did. He shuffled to the door, where he heard the boy achieve sweet release. The sound of the urine being expelled from his body and going into the toilet was almost too much. David's bladder was so full it felt like it was going to rupture. It pulsed and spazmed inside of him, begging to be emptied. The copious amount of liquid it was being forced to retain needed to be spilled NOW.
The orange-haired boy exited the bathroom, paying no attention to David, who hobbled into the bathroom as quick as he could. With shaky hands, he locked the door behind him and fumbled with his belt and zipper. He was shaking so badly with the need to pee. His bladder was stretched far past it's limit, and filled past it's capacity. He pulled his dick out of his pants and finally, after much too long, he found relief. Pee exploded out of him at full force, splashing into the water. It was almost an orgasmic feeling to finally release all that pent up urine that had been giving him pain for so long.
He let out a long sigh of relief as his stream came to an end. At last he had taken the leak he so badly needed.
...
David stuck around for another two hours while people finished presenting their contraptions. He was just thankful he wasn't one of the last people to go, like Erica, who was no doubt in a similar predicament as David a couple hours before. At the end, they announced the winner. Surprisingly, it wasn't David, despite his numerous and consecutive awards. It was a girl he'd never heard of before. He kept an eye out for Erica, but he never saw her. He just decided to head home. He eagerly awaited the footage he captured.
On the way home, David felt a slight urge to piss again. Just because he could, he trailed off the road and into a bush and relieved himself there, having no interest in holding his urine for a while. When he got home, he immediately opened his computer and connected to the two cameras, one behind the toilet seeing the entire stall and one in the toilet seeing only genitals. He booted the player up, and it displayed two screens on either side of each other. Both cameras simultaneously.
He fast forwarded until he saw a girl he'd never met, but saw around the tournament place. A short, kind of plump girl with black hair and tan skin. She sat down and had around a three-second piss. Her pussy had some black hair around it.
The second was a tall girl with red hair and freckles. She was in a rush to find relief, fumbling with the button on her jeans. As soon as she skinned her pants down to her knees and sat down, she began a long, hard urine stream. A very small amount of blond pubic hair could be detected.
An African-American girl sprinted into the stall, obviously very flustered. She was squirming and jumping, her face contorting into various pained expressions. She couldn't seem to get her pants off. She managed to pull her tight jeans off without unbuttoning them down far enough so they wouldn't be stained, then she sat down and had a long piss and a shit. She had a lot of pubic hair, and she quivered when she started her pee stream. Her ass was bigger than the other girls by far, but she clearly had visitors.
Many girls showed up on the camera, having very unimpressive pees, occasionally having a rather long one. Then, near the end of the tape, David saw the diamond in the rough.
Erica sprinted into the bathroom, fumbling with the lock and then fumbling with her pants, stopping every few seconds to hold herself with both hands. Her bladder was clearly bursting, and she needed relief as bad as David did before. She leaked, then again, then again, until there was a very noticeable stain on the butt of her pants. She managed to take them off, exposing her cute butt and her tight pussy, then had the longest piss in the video. It shot out of her like a firehose, out of her quivering pussy and pattering in the bowl. She moaned in relief, breathing heavily throughout the time.
David was taken aback by this unexpected surprise. His dick was rock-hard. He needed to see more.
He planned on making ten more of those cameras, and plant them wherever he could. He wanted to have a library of omorashi videos, and he would soon enough. |
I just want to apologize for my English and I know the story starts slow. But it will get better by time. I just wanted this to be as realistic as passible. A warning this story will contain mother and daughter wettings. So if you don´t like that stop reading now. Everyone else please enjoy.
Chapter 1:Jenny was in her rom waiting for her friend Sara. Sara lived on the same street as Jenny. They did not know each other that well. Sara moved to this street just a few weeks ago. School was out for the summer. When the school starts again, both girls will be in the same class. They had planned to sunbathe and just talk, so they can get to know each other properly. While Jenny waited, she took out her bikini. It was dark blue with white stripes on the sides. It suited her very well. Jenny was blond and her hair went to her shoulders. Her body shape was not big or small. It was perfect in her opinion. She puts it on and decided to wait outside on the lawn. She laid out her towel and lay down to sunbathe a little while she was waiting for Sara. It didn’t take long before Sara was there in her bikini. It was dark green. Sara was a brunette and her hair was a little shorter than Jenny's. Not only was the hair like Jenny's, but also her body shape. She lay quite close to her new friend. They talked about some mixed things. How Sara's old school was and what she liked to do on the weekends. After they had talked a while, Sara felt a little warm in the sun.
- Jenny. I feel quite warm. Can we cool ourselves in any way?
- Yea we can. But I think you will find it a bit childish.
- It doesn't matter as long as it cools me down.
- All right. But the only way that we can do it, is to start the sprinkler and run through it. Or use the hose.
- We can use the sprinkler. It can be fun to do that again. I haven't done it since I was little.
- Okay then. I go and get it.
Jenny took the sprinkler and put it a few feet away from their towels. She ran to the tap and turned on the water. When she got back and stood beside Sara. She felt the need to pee. Normally, when she needed to do it when she was alone, she just stood and peed through her bikini. Something she started to do after being tired of pulling it aside. But would she dare to do as usual now that Sara was there? She doesn't want to seem weird. So she decides to do it the boring way. Just to be on the safe side. Sara was just about to go and cool of. When Jenny felt that it is not so bad if she just says what she needs to do.
- Sara. Go ahead and cool yourself down. I just need to pee.
- Oh, okay. Are you going inside?
- No I think I just go here.
Jenny didn't think it mattered if Sara saw her pee. They're after all soon in the same class and have gymnastics together. So they will see each other naked many times to come. She barely had time to pull aside her bikini, before pee gushed out of her. She didn’t think she needed to pee that bad. But apparently, she did. The pee ran down at her legs. She felt the warmth of it and at the same time a relief. She likes the feeling it gives her. Although it feels better when she does it through her bikini. The stream decreased in strength and ran most down her legs. Until it finally stopped.
- Wow Jenny. You really needed that.
- Yea I did. Now I’m ready to join you.
Just minutes later, Sara felt that she also needed to take a pee. Her bladder felt really full. But she did not tell Jenny. She thought that she will notice it anyway when she starts to pee. She walked away from the sprinkler and Jenny. Not to far but enough that it wouldn’t be awkward. She spreads her legs and soon she starts to pee. But without thinking about pulling her bikini aside like Jenny did. She stopped to pull it aside many years ago. So she did what she has done for so many years whit out thinking about it. It felt so good when the pee started to come out from her bladder. She felt pee flow through her bikini. It ran down both her legs in a warm stream. She peed even longer then Jenny did, but eventually it stopped. And as soon as she finished the thought came to her, how she had peed in front of her friend. How would Jenny react to this? Sarah was worried that she had done something that would ruin their friendship. Jenny looked at her friend without saying a word. When Sara broke the silence and apologized. She just wanted to explain herself before Jenny would probably ask her to go home.
- Jenny. Please let me explain. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess my need was bigger than I thought.
- Stop Sara. You don’t need to explain yourself.
Sara was waiting for her friend or former friend if she´s unlucky to say something. Her thoughts went a little too far. But she was sure she lost her friend. The thought of losing her new best friend made her sad. She liked to be with Jenny so much. Just after her thoughts about this Jenny broke the silence again.
- I don’t need an explanation. I just want to say that if you need to pee again. You can do it in the way you did.
- What? You’re not disgust?
- Of course not. I always go threw my bikini to. But I didn’t want to be weird. That’s way I pulled mine aside.
- Wow. I'm so glad to hear that you didn’t ask me to go home and stopped talking whit me.
- No way. Even if I didn’t pee threw my bikini. I would only say that you can do whatever you want. I like you Sara. And one thing like that doesn’t matter for our friendship.
- Thanks Jenny. I like you too.
Now when they knew what they felt for each other the girls continued to run threw the sprinkler. The felling of the cool water was wonderful for the girls warm skin. And at the same time, the last drops of pee on their legs rinsed of. They had a good time. Talking about the school and Sara hoped her new classmates were nice and fun to be with of course. The teachers were something she gave some extra thoughts to. Hoping they were good at teaching. Sara likes school. She wants to be something important when she´s done with school. But with what she don’t know right now. After 10 minutes the girls decides to go back to their towels. Just before they would lie down to sunbathe for a while once more. Jenny was stopped by Sara who had something to say.
- Jenny. You know what?
- Probably not. Jenny replied with a little giggle.
- I think I need to pee again.
- What already? Jenny was a little surprised that her friend's needs for relief were already back.
- Yes. I don´t have to pee this often if I’m wearing my regular clothes. But bikini makes my need to go much more.
And whit that, she released her pee whit out spreading her legs. She just stood like nothing was going on. She felt her pee ran down both her legs. The warmth of her pee felt so nice. Sara just had to close her eyes and enjoy the feeling. It wasn´t a long pee, this time. But long enough to enjoy it. Jenny couldn´t take her eyes of her friend’s legs. She saw that her friend seemed to like it. Then the stream decreased and after a few drops, stops.
- It looks like you really enjoy to pee threw your bikini. Jenny said with her eyes still at her friend’s legs.
- I wouldn’t say enjoy it. But it’s fun to do.
Sara did like it but she didn´t want to say it to her friend. Telling her that would probably be to push her luck.
- Okay I can agree whit that. Now when I have seen you do it I want to go too.
- Do it. Sara said with joy and a big smile.
- I don’t know if I can. It´s not that long ago I peed. But I will give it a try.
Jenny first spread her legs a bit before she thought about the way Sara did it. So she stood like normal and tried very hard to pee. Just a few drops came out. The drops went down her butt and stopped just above her knee. Even though it wasn't much she could feel the warmth.
- Sorry that’s it.
- Don’t worry. You have to pee again at some point. Sara said with a smile.
Chapter 2:
When the girls was lying down again. They started to talk about how Sara felt about her new home.
- How do you feel about this neighborhood? Jenny was really interested in her new friend´s thoughts about things.
- So far I like it here. It’s not that many people that live here. But you live here so I will at least not have to be alone around here.
- Aw that was really sweet. What if I’m not at home that often? Jenny laughed.
- Then we have to meet each other every day you are home then. And we will be together right after breakfast and until it’s time for bed.
- I´m okay whit that. Jenny said with a smile and got a wink back from Sara. Then she continued to ask her questions. ” What was your favorite lesson in your old school?”.
- Well I really liked science but my favorite was definitely gymnastics. I know some don´t see it like a “real” lesson but I loved it.
Sara wondered if she should say the best thing about gymnastics was when it was over. So she could take the opportunity to pee in the shower. She loved to do it. And because she always avoided the bathroom before class began. So she could be sure it would happen. But it´s properly best to keep that for herself for now.
- Okay that’s weird.
- Why?
- Oh I don’t mean it´s weird you like it. The weird part is that your answer is exactly the same as mine if you had asked me.
- What no way! Why do you like it so much?
- Well it’s because you don´t have to sit down the entire lesson. The best part is that you have an extra hour of free time. At least it feels that way.
While they were talking Sara felt a need to pee. Not that much she liked to, but enough to feel it and to make her towel wet. So without saying anything to her friend she started to pee. It slowly darkened her bikini bottoms. She felt the warmth go down her butt and down to the towel. It came out slowly in the beginning. But it was hard to do that so she just let it completely go. The pee came out so hard a hiss started and it was quite loud. But she didn’t care. It felt so good to pee whit out to care about going to the toilet or remove her bottoms.
-Sara. Are you peeing? I think I hear the hiss from you.
- Yea I am. I´m sorry but I tried to let it go slowly.
- Don’t worry about it. We both know the best thing about bikinis is that you can pee whenever you want. And I think both of us really like the freedom.
Jenny sat up and could not help but look between her friend’s legs. And she loved what she saw. A pool of pee around her friend´s butt. It looked so nice.
- Isn’t this the best option when you are too lazy to get up? I wish we could get more opportunities to do this.
- Well if we are lucky, it will be a hot and long summer just so your wish comes true. Sara said with a big smile. Soon her pee slowed down to a trickle and then stopped.
- Okay I’m done now. I think I stay here just a little while. She said meanwhile she closed her eyes.
- No you have to come whit me now. Because I want to cool down again, and that’s no fun alone.
- Okay I´m coming. Just so I can hide what I’ve done.
- Good. Don´t you have to pee more often when in a bikini?
- Maybe. Was Jenny´s only reply.
The girls ran through the sprinkler for a while when Jenny´s mum came out and said it was time for Sara to go home and eat. Her mum had called. “Okay mum we’ll just pickup the sprinkler”. Jenny answered. And her mum went back inside.
- To bad we have to stop doing this now. Even if it´s childish to run through the sprinkler I like it. Sara said with wink.
- Yea but maybe we can do it again tomorrow if you want?
Sara didn’t need to answer with anything more than a smile before Jenny understood her. Sara was just about to go and turn the water off. When Jenny comes up to her and stopped her from doing so.
- Wait. Before you turn it off I just have to...ahh.
Sara knew immediately what her friend was doing and just smiled. She looked down to see her friend's legs glister with pee. Jenny smiled and enjoyed her pees warmth coming threw her bikini and down her legs. Because they haven´t had that much to drink this afternoon. Her pee was quite yellow. Which was clearly visible on her legs. When Sara saw that she got a feeling inside her. Something she felt before but not this strong. But what it meant she didn´t know, yet. All she knew was that it made her feel warm inside and it felt good. When Jenny´s pee came to a stop she looked Sara in the eye´s and just smiled.
- Now you can turn it off. Jenny said with a laugh.
The girls talked while Jenny dried herself. And they started to discuss if there is any chance for them to do something together again tomorrow. Both girls were very excited when they decided that they would meet.
Later in the evening Jenny was in her bed. Thinking about her new friend that has become her best friend. She had already been to the toilet like every day before bed. Thinking about everything that happened during the day. She couldn’t help to force out a few drops of pee. Just enough to get a small dark spot on her panties. Before she felt to sleep. During the night she dreamed about the following day with her new best friend.And when she woke up, she hoped that some of her dreams from the night would become a reality. She got up and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Looked at the clock and thought that it's probably not too early to call Sara. Luckily it wasn´t. So they decided that they would meet in about thirty minutes. Since both girls would take their morning shower first. And then the fun day start´s.
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Chapter 3:
When Jenny had put down the phone, she went upstairs to pick what clothes she would wear today. The choice fell on a blue skirt and a red top with small white flowers. Maybe too much summer theme. But it´s not summer that long so it will work. She went in to the bathroom and started to undress. Then it was time for the morning shower. When she was standing under the water. She started to think about last night when she peed a couple of drops in her panties. “Why did I do it? I have never done that before. At least not on purpose. Maybe I was just excited about today. Sara and I will have a great day together.” But now she will do one thing that’s not unusual for her. Almost every morning she took her first pee of the day in the shower. And now was the time to empty her bladder. Her favorite is to turn off the water before she pees. But unfortunately she could hear her mother was upstairs too. So this time the water had to stay on. Not that she cared about that. And with that she started to pee. It came out fast and the stream was quite hard too. It was hard to feel anything of the pee because of the water. But it didn´t matter, the relief was great. She peed for about twenty seconds. She really had to go. Finally her bladder felt empty and immediately after her hand took the shampoo bottle. After the shower she started to get dressed. And then went down the stairs and out the front door. While she was waiting for Sara, she sat on the stairs. Thinking about what they would do today. Run thru the sprinkler was definitely on the schedule. That was already determent. But before that? She didn´t have time enough to think about that. Sara was walking towards her.
- Hey Sara.
- God morning. What´s up?
- Nothing much. I was just thinking about what we should do today.
- A okay. I did that when I took my shower. I didn´t came up with anything. And you?
- Nothing. I even tried to pee in there to see if that would help haha.
- So you pee in the shower too? Nice to hear that my best friend is doing it as well.
- Your best friend? Jenny said with wondering voice but with a big smile.
- Yea. I know we haven´t known each other that long. But you have become my best friend in that time.
- Aw that was nice to hear. Wish I could say the same. (Short silence.) And of course I can.
Both girls laughed and then they gave each other a friendly hug. They started to walk around the garden. Because they didn´t come up with something to do yet. They just continued to talk.
- So you pee in the shower too? Jenny asked.
- Yes I do. Every time I take one actually.
Jenny started to become very interested in her friend's habits and how they started. She just had to ask.
- What made you start to do that?
- Well it started when I was in elementary school. It was when my class had its first sports lesson. When the lesson was over we started to undress and get ready for the showers. I think it was three girls who got there before me. And when I came in, one of the girls was standing with her legs a little bit wider than the others. I didn´t see it right away. But when I was going towards a shower. I noticed the water that came down to the drain was a bit yellow. She must have noticed that I was looking down at her feet. Because she looked at me and smiled. And then she said “I really had to pee and I always do it at home”. When she said that I thought the other two girls would say how disgusting it was. But instead they both admitted they were about to do it too. I just wondered why they didn´t go to the toilet before? When the other girls started to pee I answered my own question. Just one of them could go there. And since one of them did it at home. It maybe was natural to do it in the shower instead. Since they seemed to be okay with it and I felt the need to go too. So I did and it felt wonderful. And I have been doing it since.
- That was a nice story. So how did the other girls in your class react?
- Most of them were actually okay with it. And some even started to try it just like I did. I think everyone tried it at least once that year.
- That’s cool. But you said most of them. What about the rest?
- Well in the beginning they just looked at us and smiled. But no one said anything to the teachers about it. So everyone accepted what was going on. In the end of the year you could see seven girls standing there and pee at the same time.
- I wish my school was like that. It sounds great. Now should we change to bikinis and have some fun?
- Yes! I will run home and change. See you soon best friend. Sara said with a big smile and started to run home.
- See you best friend. Jenny had to yell back to her friend.
Just five minutes later they had changed and was now on their towels.
- Sara. I must admit the reason why I wanted to change to bikini. Was because your story made me want to pee.
- Haha that’s quite funny. So you saved your pee just so you could go thru your bikini?
- Yea. If I know my bikini will be used soon. I won’t use the toilet just to pee.
- Now when I know you do that and it sounds slick. I will start to do that too. Thanks for the tip.
- No problem my friend. Jenny replied with a wink.
Immediately after Jenny´s replay, Sara could hear a faint hiss. She immediately understood what her friend did. Jenny felt her pee started to darkened her bikini bottoms and felt it going down her butt. It wasn´t long before she couldn´t resist to push her pee out faster. It pooled under her and because she peed a lot and fast. The ground didn´t managed to absorb it in time. It felt really good and warm under her. Sara could easy see her friends pee. And was a bit impressed about the amount of pee her friend had in her. The stream soon changed to a trickle and finally stopped.
- Wow Jenny that was a lot. Did you really pee in the shower this morning? Haha.
- Haha yea I did. But maybe I didn´t managed to empty my bladder completely.
- And you know what? I don’t think I succeeded either. So now …Aaa.
Sara´s bikini started to change to a darker color and pee stared to go thru her bikini. And just like Jenny she felt the warmth go down her but to the ground. Her pee didn´t last as long as Jenny´s. But it was a great feeling anyway.
- You see. That’s proof of I did pee in the shower this morning.
Both girls laughed and then laid down on their towels and enjoyed the feeling of freshly empty bladders.
What Jenny didn´t know. Was that something was soon going to happen that will change her life quite a bit. |
Chapter 4
The day went towards the afternoon. The girls had been lying and sunbathed a little too long. Something that Jenny's mom Linda had discovered. So she went out to ask the girls to do something else.
- Girls. I don´t want you to become sunburned. So it would be great if you could find something else to do. Preferably in the shade or indoors, at least for a while.
- But this is great. I love the sun. Jenny replayed.
- I know you do sweetie. But you have to go anyway. It´s for your sake.
- I know mom. Sara lets go.
- Jenny. What about we go in and take something to eat. Then you can change and Sara can do the same. When she is done, we will too.
- That’s okay with you Sara? Jenny asked.
- Yeah of course. See you soon. Sara said with a smile.
- Just one thing before you go. Mom can I just say one more thing before she goes. Alone?
- Sure. I´m going in and start to set the table.
Jenny´s mom smiled and went inside.
- So what did you want to tell me?
- To be honest I just wanted to pee outside one more time before I have to go inside on the boring toilet.
Both girls laughed and Jenny started to take her bikini bottoms off. And Sara did the same thing. Sure it´s a lot better to pee thru them but now they just have to take them off. The spread their legs so they weren’t any risk to get them wet. They looked at each other and nodded as a countdown and then almost at the exact same time they started to pee. Both girls enjoyed the feeling of their bladders getting emptied. Sara peed so hard a strong hissing sound started. The girls was facing each other and because of that their streams hit the same spot on the ground. A quiet big puddle was forming because it couldn´t sink down fast enough. Both girls stream was coming to an end. And finally stopped. The puddle was still there when the girls hade putt their bottoms back on.
- That was great. Can I go home now? Sara said with a big smile.
- Yes you can. See you soon.
They hugged each other and then they went in. When Jenny came in her mom was sitting at the table waiting for her. While she was waiting for her daughter to come in. She had decided to reveal something to Jenny. She have been thinking about it a long time, and now decided it was time to reveal it. Jenny sat down opposite her mom. Linda got up and took the soda out from the fridge.
- Here you are sweetie. Pour a glass for you while I go to the bathroom. I haven´t peed since the shower I took when you was out sunbathing.
- Wait what did you say?
- I will tell you more when I get back. I really have to go now.
Jenny couldn´t believe what she just heard. Her mom was going in the bathroom but she didn´t close the door. She really had to go because Jenny could hear her mom’s stream hitting the toilet. The sound soon came to an end. And her mom returned to the table.
- Okay now let´s start from the beginning. I know that you are peeing in the shower sweetie. When I realized I wasn’t the only one to do that. I felt happy because now I know you don´t find it disgusting.
- What make you think I pee in the shower?
- I don’t think. I know you do it. Because one morning I heard the sound of water hitting the shower floor but it wasn´t from the shower head. After that I tried to hear if you did it again or if it was you just wanted to try it. Sometimes I think you heard me walking outside bathroom door. And when you did you started the water before you started to pee. But a lot of times I managed to hear you and when I was certain, I stopped to go upstairs when you was taking a shower. At least for that reason.
- Okay I admit it. My morning pee is always in the shower. You said that you also pee in there. How long have you been doing it? Did you start just because you heard me do it.
- No I have been peeing in the shower as long as I can remember. It started with me being lazy and that’s about it. Ever since I did it the first time I was hooked. And how did you start?
- Okay. I began to do it about two years ago. It was after a gym class in school. When the class was over we went in to the changing room. Me and two other girls was talking so where the last ones in the shower. When one of the girls said she needed to pee. And when she said that, the two of us said the same thing. So she suggested that we´re all could pee in the shower. She always did that at home. And we did just that. It was pretty cool to see our yellow pee flow down to the drain. And the hissing from us was loud. It was great. So the day after, I did it at home. It was a great feeling so I never stopped.
- That sounds like a great way to discover something new to test. And peeing through your bikini?
- How do you know that?!
- I saw you and Sara do it yesterday. So next time I’m in my bikini I will try that. It looks so easy to do it that way.
- You? I don´t believe that.
- I will prove it too you one day.
- Yea right. I believe that when I see it.
They got interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Jenny looked at her mom and then went to open the door. Sara was back for more fun.
- Hi again Jenny. I have I surprise for you.
- Hi. So exciting. What kind of surprise?
- I asked mom if I could sleep here tonight. And she said yes.
- That’s great. Mom did you hear that?
- Yes I did. And she´s welcome. Did you bring your bikini Sara?
- Yes of course.
- Good. Then I suggest we change to bikinis and then we can sit outside and talk for I while. If you want?
The girls just smiled and ran upstairs. Just minutes later the girls was back outside. They were all sitting in the garden chairs. Talking about their plans for the summer and just chatting about a lot of random things. When Jenny suddenly heard I low hissing sound.
- Is anyone hearing that hissing sound? Or is it just me.
- That’s me. I just needed to pee and I figured why not do it through my bikini. It´s made to get wet anyway. Her mother said.
- Are you really doing that mom?
- Just check under my chair if you don’t believe me. But you better hurry up I´m almost done.
Both Sara and Jenny crouched down and looked under Linda´s chair. And there it was. A small waterfall. Jenny smiled and Sara was staring at the pee flowing out from Linda. And then it stooped.
- Wow mom. You really did it. I´m impressed. And now it´s my turn. Jenny smiled and sighed.
She could feel it coming out of her and pooled around her butt before it flowed out from the chair down in the grass. The warm feeling was great. Sara couldn´t understand what was happening but she realized this was a golden opportunity that she couldn’t pass. And with that she started to pee too. Linda was done peeing now. But Jenny and Sara looked at each other straight in the eyes. The warm feeling around their butts was great. And when they was looking at each other another warm feeling in their hearts was starting to make itself known. Both girls streams was just about to end but they continued to watch each other in the eyes. The streams finally stooped and Sara was the first to talk.
- What just happened? Why did your mom pee in her chair?
- It´s a long story Sara. But because you are stays here tonight we tell you from the start.
When Jenny and Linda explained everything it was time to go in. They ate supper and had a great time and before the know it. It was time for bed and they all said good night and went to sleep. Sara was sleeping in a guest bed next so Jenny´s bed. Around three in the morning Sara was awakened when Jenny shook her.
- Sara. Wake up. I have to pee.
- Did you wake me up just to say that?
- Yes. But I also wanted to tell you another thing. Just so you don´t think I had an accident.
- Accident? What do you mean?
- You know when mom peed her chair? I want to test something.
- I don´t think I will ever forget it. An accident you said?
- Well not really an accident. But I want my mom to think that if she gets mad tomorrow. I´m going to wet the bed.
- Wet your bed? On purpose?
- Of course on purpose. I´m awake now so I just have to do it.
- Wow. Are you sure will be able to sleep in a wet bed?
- I think so. If I can´t then we just have to share your bed ha-ha.
- What if I peed my bed to?
- I guess we have to try to sleep in a wet bed then. Do you need to pee to? Or did you just say that to test me.
- If you don´t say it´s okay to pee this bed in about thirty seconds. It will get wet anyway.
- Okay then. Let´s do it. Can you hold it? I was thinking we could go one at the time.
- You better stop talking and start peeing if I must hold it.
- Sure I´m just going to get comfy.
Jenny barely had time to end her sentence before her pee was flowing out of her and wetting her thighs. It was really warm. Pooling around her butt and soaked her sheets. She was in heaven.
- Ahh this is great. I just have to do this again even if my mom gets mad.
- Okay that’s it. I can´t hold it. Ahhh. Sara said.
Sara´s pee came out so hard it hissed loud and a big puddle was soon forming under her. Jenny was right, this was heaven. This was great. To be able to just lie where she was and pee at the same time was a dream coming true. Suddenly she heard a moan from Jenny.
- Do you really enjoy it that much?
- Mmm. Was al Jenny could say before she had to moan again.
- That’s easy to tell.
- Yea I know. I´m sorry if this sounds gross to you. But this was so good I just had to masturbate. That’s why I moan.
- Jenny. I can´t believe you. I´m so close to you we are nearly sharing a bed. And you are masturbating. But now when you said it. I don´t think I can stop myself to do it.
- Go ahead. It´s great to do it when you are peeing at the same time.
- Yea I know. I have done it in the shower a few times. Ops.
- That’s interesting but not chocking. Just let us enjoy this.
Both girls was in the end of their pee, soon the both climaxed and almost immediately feel back to sleep. |
Chapter 5
In the morning Jenny was the first to wake up. The bed felt wet but not as cold she thought it would. A yawn from Sara´s bed let her know Sara was awake to. But just to be sure she whispered “ God morning”.
- God morning my friend. I have never slept so god as I did before. And it’s actually not that cold either. But wet ha-ha.
- Yea I was thinking the same thing when I woke up. But the cold won´t stay for so much longer.
- Are you saying it´s going to get warmer soon?
- Yes and really soon. Just to warm my butt up a bit. And now is the time. Ahh.
Jenny could feel her panties get wet and warm again. But the stream came to an end in just five seconds. It wasn´t a long pee but she enjoyed it.
- That´s nice. Warm again. Jenny said with a smile.
- I don´t need to pee so I will go up from bed instead. What are we going to say to your mum?
- That’s a god question. Maybe it will be a bit tricky to explain two wet beds ha-ha.
- What if we say we have been dreaming and in the dream we were outside. And both peed in the dream and for real. How about that?
- That can work. Let´s try that. And now when that’s decided it´s time for a shower so the pee gets washed away.
- That´s a good idea. I can wait in the bathroom while your showering.
So the girls went to the bathroom and Jenny took of her panties. She stepped in the shower and Sara sat on the toilet.
- I got an idea Sara. Come and join me in here. We can shower together if you want?
- Well I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.
- Why? We have seen each other naked before and many times to come. And the showers in school don’t have any walls. So we and all the other girls in class will shower together. Sure not as close as we are going to do it now. But you know what I mean.
- Weal okay. I guess it will be alright.
And whit that Sara took of her panties and joined Jenny.
- See. It´s no big deal to shower together. And even when I’m going to pee it´s no big deal.
- You are going to pee with me in here? But why didn´t you finish in the bed?
- I always pee in the shower in the morning. And you know it. And I saved a lot just for the shower.
And whit that Jenny started to pee. It felt wonderful to pee when sharing a shower with her best friend. Suddenly she felt a hand touching her pussy. It was Sara’s. Surprised she looked at her friend and was meat by a big smile. Jenny was surprised but even if she wasn´t sure what to think about it. She let her friend to continue. Sara´s fingers was caressing the skin around her pussy. It felt wonderful. Neither of the girls had ever been with a girl and done anything like this. But something happened that just felt right.
- I´m sorry. But I just had to feel the pee on my hand from someone else then myself. Just to compare the feeling. And I must say this isn´t bad.
- Good then keep going. And enjoy this moment.
As soon Jenny said that Sara could feel her friends hand between her legs. It felt great and she doesn’t even pee like Jenny does. Jenny´s stream was still strong and she had started to move up and down to raise the enjoyment even more. Sara wanted to pee to. She tried hard to start because she didn´t have to go that much. But then a quite powerful stream came and she was now peeing too. Where it came from, she didn´t know or cared either. Both girls started to moan and closed their eyes. The feeling of caressing and the feeling of pee on their hands was warm and wonderful. Some hissing was heard to. Just as the girls was almost empty the felt they was close to the edge to orgasm now. And just a couple of more strokes and they came hard. Both girls knees gave in a bit and now they were embracing each other. This was a nice way to end their lovely moment. Without thinking Jenny gave Sara a kiss on the lips. Yet another surprise this morning. And even more surprising for Jenny was that Sara answered the kiss. To feel each other’s breasts and their friends hand on their pussy was something the will never forget. Jenny then ended the kiss and lent her head against Sara´s shoulder. She whispered “Thank you. Now let´s go and eat breakfast.” Sara replayed with a short kiss. They didn´t rush to get dressed. Both girls were looking on their friend´s naked body. Thinking about how soft and nice it was to touch it.
When the girls came to the kitchen there was no breakfast on the table. Linda wasn´t there either. But the backdoor was open. It was hot outside already. And there was Linda with the breakfast waiting for them. Because it was so hot, early in the morning. Linda was wearing a bikini.
- God morning girls. Slept well?
Both girls answered at the same time “great”. And they sat down for breakfast. No one said anything. Sara and Jenny just looked at each other smiling. Linda noticed but thought nothing more on it. After a while, when everyone had started to eat. A trickling sound could be heard. Jenny knew immediately what it was.
- Mom! You are peeing and eating breakfast at the same time.
- Yes why not? We are outside and I´m wearing my bikini. It´s wonderful to be able to just go, without the need to go inside or at least leave the table.
- I bet it is. But we have a guest. Maybe she don’t like to sit here when you have done it.
- It’s okay. I don’t mind. Sara said with a smile.
- Oh alright then. Jenny said. She thought maybe now when peeing is the subject. It´s time to tell Linda about what happened earlier today. “Mom I have something to say. Please don’t get mad at us.”
- Us? What have you two done now?
- We are so sorry. But we accidentally wet our beds.
- Accidentally? Both of you at the same time. That doesn’t sound like an accident.
- Well. Sara dream t we were outside in bikinis. She had to pee. And in a bikini she doesn´t care. Unfortunately she pees in real life at the same time. Wakening me and when I see what she´s done. I found it so funny that I peed my bed too.
- I don’t know if I believe that explanation but I take it. After breakfast get the mattresses and put them outside so they can dry.
- Thanks mom.
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Chapter 6
When they were done with breakfast. The girls ran upstairs to get their mattresses. They took them outside and leant them against the house in the sun. Meanwhile Linda was inside washing-up. Jenny looked around and saw that no one could see them. Whit out warning she pressed Sara against the wall and started to make out with her. Sara got really surprised. But didn´t stop her friend. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. The girl’s tongues danced in their mouths. Both moaned of pleasure. Just when Jenny could feel her friends hand seeks its way to her panties. They heard Linda was coming out again. Sara pushed Jenny away from her and before Linda came around the corner they stood just like normal.
- So what are you girls talking about? Linda asked.
- We were just talking about how funny it is that both wet our beds. None of us have done it since we were little kids. Her daughter replied.
- Well to me you will always be my little kid. But I know what you mean.
- Mom stop!
- What else can I say? Especially now when you have started to wet yourself.
- It´s not like I’m the only one. You have also done it a couple of times.
- Yes but I always do it in bikini. Not in my everyday clothing or bed.
- It was just our panties we wet. That’s not that so different from bikini panties.
- The material is different. So it doesn’t feel the same does it?
- No they stay wet a longer time. But the feeling is quiet nice.
- You just make me believe that you are going to do it again. If the last time wasn´t on purpose. Next time will.
- No mom I will not start to wet myself in my everyday clothing. Even if it does feel good.
Both Sara and Jenny started to laugh. They thought it was a funny joke. But Linda didn´t laugh. But after a couple of seconds she smiled. She loved to see her daughter happy. And she started to see the funny side of everything that has happened recently.
- I just have one question. What are you going to say to your mom Sara? Linda asked.
- Oh no. I haven´t thought about it. She will be angry.
- Don’t worry I will help you. Just borrow a pair of panties from Jenny and I wash yours. And hang them in the sun. They will be dry before you have to go home.
- Thank you so much Linda.
- No problem. Where did you put them?
- Oh they are inside. I´m using my bikini panties.
- Good then I will get in and start to wash them.
- You are so kind. Thanks again it means a lot for me. I don´t have to say anything to my mum.
- I don´t think you have to worry. Accidents do happen. Linda said with a smile.
Linda went inside. Jenny and Sara smiled at each other. Jenny got closer to her friend and took her hand. Pulled her closer and said “Now where were we?” She lent in for a kiss but Sara stopped her.
- Jenny stop. What are we doing? I know we did have a great time in the shower together. But I thought it was a onetime thing.
- It could have been. But we were really close to doing it again earlier. And you didn´t stop me then.
- No I didn´t. But now I had time to think about it.
- And you don’t want to continue?
- I´m not sure. What kind of friendship will we have after this?
- Closer than others. Jenny said with a big smile.
- I´m not sure if it’s a good idea. I´m a single girl making out with my best friend. It´s tempting though.
- I have a solution. What about I stop to be your friend.
- What? How’s that a solution? I don’t want to lose you.
- Let me finish. What if I became your girlfriend instead?
- So you want us to be a couple? I´m not sure if I want to explain for my parents that I´m having a girlfriend.
- Oh come on. I will be there with you when you tell them.
- Good. But I won´t do it just yet. If we are going to be a couple. Do you promise me do keep it a secret until I say it’s okay to tell anyone?
- Sure. I´m not sure I want to tell my mom either. Not now when she just found out that I pee both in the shower and my bikini ha-ha.
- Then I just have one more thing to say about this. Give your girlfriend a kiss. Sara said and got closer to her now lover.
Jenny just smiled and started to kiss Sara. And soon her hand was once again searching its way in to Sara´s panties. This time she wasn´t stopped. Her fingers finally touched Sara´s pussy. She stroked it slowly. And soon she felt her lovers hand on her pussy. And they continued do kiss all the time. Both felt this was the right choice. Sara started to pull her lovers pants down to make it easier to caress her. Jenny did the same to Sara. Now they both were standing in t-shirts and bikini panties. Both girls had their hand inside each others panties. Without saying anything Sara started to pee. This was heaven. Too let her new lover masturbate her while she peed. She moaned and started to bring her hips back and forth. She wanted Jenny to speed up. It wasn´t long before Jenny knew exactly what she had to do. Something Sara´s moans confirmed. Soon she orgasmed so hard her legs couldn’t hold her up. She falls down and took Jenny with her. While she was lying there and taking deep breaths. She felt Jenny sit on her stomach and leaning down to give her a kiss. Their lips touched and soon Sara felt something familiar. The nice feeling from pee flow down her stomach and down to the ground. Jenny was still caressing her. And too her big surprise, she came for a second time. This was a new experience for her. Never before had she managed to get two orgasms so close to each other. Jenny was still peeing when Sara turned to one side. So Jenny feels of her and now it was Sara who was on top. It didn’t take long before her hand was inside Jenny´s panties. Feeling her pee was great. And she really wanted Jenny to come too. As soon she kissed her. It happened. Jenny screamed when she came. Fortunately Sara put her other hand over her mouth. Sara got down from her and now they were both lying on the grass breathing heavily. As soon they could get up they ran to the hose too wash off the pee.
- That was great. I have never had an orgasm like that before.
- Neither have I. And the good thing is. Now when you are my girlfriend. It won´t be the last time we do this together.
- And now let us enjoy the day and wheatear.
Now Lena was done washing clothes. She went outside to find Jenny and Sara sitting in the garden chairs talking. I should not disturb them just yet she thought. So she decided to walk to the side of the house where she planted some flowers. While Linda looked around to see how much they have grown. A pressure in her bladder said it was time for a pee. No one could see her so she decides to just let it out where she´s standing. Soon her bikini panties turned darker as her pee came out in a slow spurt. She felt the warmth go down her legs. It felt so good. So good it made her feel something she hasn’t felt in a long time. The need to have an orgasm. But she wanted to empty her bladder first. It started to form a puddle around her feet. She could soon splash her feet in the puddle. But unfortunately her stream came to an end. So she sat down and started to masturbate. It felt so good when she felt some warmth from her pee. She stroked faster and not long after that she came. Somehow she didn´t scream. But she took deep breaths and just enjoyed the feeling she had in her body. She figured she didn´t have to wash off. Both her daughter and her best friend wet themselves too. Linda went back and sat down with the girls.
- Mum did you wet yourself again? Your bikini is darker in the crotch.
- Yes I did. Why go inside to pee when you have a bikini on? Especially now when we all pee through it.
- You are right. It´s so much easier. And it gives a freedom too. To just pee wherever you are is great. Summer is always good. But now it´s great.
- I have to agree with you. Sara said.
- Before I just peed in the shower and in the lake. Who thought peeing could be this fun. Jenny replied.
- Girls I think we are comfortable with each other. Can I ask something that you two promise me to answer honestly?
Both girls said yes without hesitation. Even if they were a bit nervous about what it would be.
- Well I just want to know. I think I know the answer. But I want to hear it from you. Did you really have an accident when you wet your beds?
- Honestly mom. No I did it on purpose. I just was curious about how it would feel. And when I did it. Sara wanted to try too. So I said sure. And now you know.
- Great thanks girls for being honest. Just promise me that you won´t do it again. I don´t want you to ruining the beds.
- Sure mom I promise.
- I promise too. Sara said.
- That’s great. At least wait until it’s time to change beds.
Al three laughed. This was really a great day. And it isn´t over yet. After half an hour of talking. They decided to have a barbecue evening. And they wanted it to be girls only. So they decided to invite Sara´s mother. Just so Linda had someone her age to talk with. They also decided it will al start in about an hour. Jenny and Linda had to go in to the city to buy everything they will need. And Sara was going home to tell her mother about it. The girls stood up and started to walk. When Linda stopped.
- I just got an idea. Why don´t we take one last pee before we go?
- But what will my mum say when she sees that my bikini is darker between my legs?
- It´s very easy Sara. We are going do wash off first. Then use your towel to dry as much as possible.
- Sounds good. I need to pee anyway.
Al three of them stopped and looked at each other with a smile. Then one by one they started to pee. What a sight if anyone would have seen them. Three girls wetting themselves even do they should know better. If someone would have seen them. They would have seen streams going down all three girls legs. But they would never feel the warmth and relief they felt. That they felt relief wasn´t hard to hear because all of them were going ahh. Linda stopped first followed by Sara and after ten seconds Jenny. They started laughing and washed off. Before they said goodbye for now.
Edited November 14, 2017 by Mrsonata
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After Linda and Jenny changed clothes. Both in dresses now. Was in the supermarket. Looking for something they could put on the grill.
- Mom. What about chicken?
- I don´t know. I´m not sure I want chicken today.
- Yeah, now when you say it. I don´t think I want it either. But lets take a classic. A big steak.
- Yes that´s perfect. And leats make some fries.
- Thats great. Some salad please.
- Of course sweetie.
The next thing they will need was something to drink. The supermarket has a lot of different kinds of soda and juices. It´s good in one way and bad in another. It´s not that easy to choose.
- Ah. All this drink make me feel like I need to have a pee.
- Haha. You have to wait until we get home. It can´t be that bad. We peed for leas then half an hour ago.
- I know. But it has been a great day. To just be able to pee where you are, thru what I´m wearing is great. I love the feeling of freedom it gives me.
- Thats great that you found something that gives you that feeling. But we have to keep it private. It´s not regarded as okay by the public.
- I know mom. I just like it a lot.
- You know I like it too. Wait someone is coming.
A couple came in the same aisle. Talking about drinks for the BBQ they were going to have later. Jenny smiled. When the couple was done and walked away.
- Sounds like we are not the only ones who will have a BBQ tonight.
- No. Probably quite a few will have it tonight.
- Maybe. But ours will be the best.
- Sure it will. Even if we can´t wet ourselves. Now when we invited Sara´s mom.
- Oh I didn´t think about that. Your right. Well maybe we can find a way to do it discretely.
- No Jenny. Don´t take that risk. We have to be careful. If she founds out. The risk is that Sara won´t be allowed to come over anymore.
- O no! That would be terrible. Sara is my best friend. So I just have to do it before she comes over.
- Well you can probably do it one time before she comes over if you plan it right.
- Actually. I will have time to do it twice. I´m sure about that.
- How can you be sure about that?
- Because I´m doing my first one right now.
Linda look down and saw pee came down between her daughter´s legs. Making a splashing sound and the puddle grow. But the stream ended quickly.
- Jenny! I can´t believe you. You just wet yourself in public.
- Sorry mom. But I just couldn´t resist. And I just let some out. I have more but I will save that for later.
- That was a big risk you took.
Jenny looked away from her mother. She was a little bit embarrassed. But something inside her told her to do it. She just hade to know how it would feel to do it in public. It was great. But she also knew her mother was right. The risk was high. Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sound.
- Mom! You are peeing too.
- Yeah I know. I just couldn´t let you take that risk alone. And I became curious.
Jenny smiled and looked at her mother closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling. But she also stooped quickly.
- Well now I have tried it too. And I think we have to try some things at home. If we are you somewhere and have to pee. It will be nice to know how to do it discretely.
- Wow mom. You are actually planing on wetting yourself in public again.
- Well just in a emergency. It would be a lot easier then looking for a toilet.
- I´m not going to say no to that. But I think it´s time for us to get back home.
- Yes it is. And we don´t want to stand over two puddels if someone sees us.
So the girls bought the rest they needed and went home.
When they got home. They started to put all things in place and started to prepare for the BBQ. Linda went out and lit the grill while Jenny prepared the salad. Both girls thought this evening will be great. Even if they can´t wet themselves. Jenny thought it was fun thinking about that all this started with peeing in the shower. Something almost everyone does. And now they have started to wet through their panties. Then her mother came back in. When Jenny looked at her legs she smiled. It was wet streaks on both her legs.
- Well I just let some out while I lit the grill.
- So I see. And now it´s my turn. Just to feel the warmth.
And soon she let some pee out. The feeling is great and gets better everytime. Not by much. But better anyway. She stopped just when her pee reached the floor. She smiled and they both continued to get everything ready for the evening. Soon everything was done.
- Well they are here in about ten minutes. So what do you say about we go out and emptie our bladders before it´s to late?
- That sounds like a good idea mom.
They both stepped outside. Stayed behind the house so they couldn´t be seen from the front of the house. And without saying anything they parted their legs and let the pee out. Both had to pee a lot so the girls legs was soon really wet. Both smiling and enjoying the feeling. They peed so much that the ground didn´t have time to suck everything down. But when the girls bladders finally was empty the ground could finally catch up. Just when they stod and enjoyed the feeling they got from their wet panties. A sound came from the front of the house and got closer. It was Sara and her mother Erika. Luckily Jenny and Linda had time to move away from the puddles. But there was no time to dry of their legs.
- Hello girls. Thank you for inviting me. Erika said.
- You are welcome. My mother needs someone to talk to. When Sara and me talk about things she´s not that interested about.
- I can understand that. The young has their own language haha.
- Well we can say the same about adults.
- Yes I gues you can haha. But I just have to ask. Why are you both wet on your legs?
- Oh. We have prepared everything outside and the sun warmed our legs. So we cooled them down with water. Jenny said and winked at her girlfriend.
- Thats a good idea. That will probably come handy this evening. Erika replied.
- Well then. Lets get started with our BBQ. Linda said and started to go against the grill.
Erika followed her to see if there was something she could help out with. But Jenny and Sara stayed and Sara pulled Jenny behind the bush were the hose was.
- You both had wet yourself´s didn´t you? Sara asked in a low voice.
- Yes we did. We wanted to enjoy it one last time before your mother came. We can´t wet ourselfes when she´s here.
- I know. I can´t do it either. And I really need to go. In all excitement for this evening I forgot to go before we left.
Well we are standing beside the hose. So just go and I will start the water if your mother comes.
- Oh thank you so much. Good thing both me and my mother are wearing bikinis. Well for me it´s a good thing at least.
Then Sara smiled and without moving her legs she started to pee. It was so clear that she really enjoyed herself. The pleasure was great. To feel the pee go down her legs. For a moment she was in her private heaven. She was really close to start to touch herself. But stopped before her hand touched her bikini panties. She opened her eyes and look straight in her lovers. Sara quickly gave Jenny a kiss.
- Just a quick one. I don´t want my mom to see that I´m kissing in her eyes my best friend.
- I understand. We take it slow until we feel it´s time to reveal that we are a couple. So should I spray water on your legs now?
- No I don´t think thats necessary. You didn´t do it and my mom believed you.
- Yeah but you can´t see our panties.
- Oh you are right. But just from the waist down please.
- Sure. Well the warmth the pee gave you will be gone now when the cold water hits you.
- Sadly yes. But now we know that we can wet ourselfs if we do it here.
- Yeah and thats great. But we have to be careful so Erika don´t see us do it.
- Of course. Now lets go back to our mother´s.
When the girls got back. The grill was lit and their mother´s had a drink each. Sara and Jenny took a glass soft drink each. They talk about how the liked the neighborhood and gossiped about the neighbors. Jenny and Linda went inside just to change to bikinis. When the food was ready they sat down to eat. They talked and laughed. A really nice evening. After all drinks she took, Linda feelt she would need to pee soon. So she asked her daughter to help her without saying what she needed help with. She also told Sara and Erika to sit and wait. When Linda and Jenny came to the busch. Linda pointed on the hose. Jenny knew immediately what her mother needed. So she started the water and was just going to start to aim at her mothers legs. Linda stopped her. She wanted to pee first. Jenny smiled and waited for her mother to emptied her bladder. Soon Linda´s blue bikini panties got darker and pee ran down legs. She had to look down on her legs while she peed. Jenny looked at her mother and smiled. This is great. Both like to wet themselves now. She tried to feel if she needed to pee too. And yes she could do it if she wanted. She wanted to do it a lot. So she planed on doing it when her mother was done. At her mothers feet the pee formed a puddle and if her mother wanted. It was enough to splash her feet in it. But she just enjoyed the feeling. After about thirty seconds after she started, her bladder was empty and Jenny pointed the water against Linda´s legs. While she did that she got a poke on her left shoulder. It was Sara.
- I´m sorry if I scared you. I guessed you went here for a pee. So thats why I´m here.
- Sure Sara you can take my place. I´m done now anyway. Linda said.
Linda steeped aside and Sara now stood in the same spot Linda peed. Just when she was about to let go. Her mother came.
- There you are. Everyone left so I was just curious about what you were doing.
- Oh we are just cooling our legs down. Jenny said.
- That sounds like a great idea. I will just go in and use your bathroom first.
- You do that mom. I will cool you down when you are ready. Sara said to her mother.
Erika went inside. Sara walked to the door and watched her mother go in to the bathroom.
- Well while she´s in there. Lets pee without the water on. We have time enough to go before she gets out.
- That´s fine with me. I love the feeling it gives me. And to have the water on is not the same.
- Great. On three. One two three pee. Sara said.
Within five seconds both girls where peeing. The both closed their eyes to enjoy the feeling to the max. Sara´s pee ran down her legs but most of Jenny´s pee just went straight down. So she put her legs closer to each other and that feel a lot better. Now it went down her legs just as she wanted. Just when the where almost done. A voice they did not want to hear was heard. Erika´s. |
Erikas voice was surprisingly not angry but surprised.
- Are you peeing yourself Sara? Why?
- Ohh mom. Well I just don´t see any point with go in and use the toilet when I´m wearing a bikini. It´s made to be wet so why not pee though it? Jenny does it too.
- So I see. How long have you been doing this?
- Well I tried it on my own a couple of years ago. But I only did it two times that year. After that I did it maybe five times at most the following years on land. In the water well then I do it every time I go swimming. A can´t even remember when I started doing it.
- In the water don´t surprise me. I figured that out when we where at the beach for hours and you never went to the toilet.
- I never saw you go either.
- No because I did exactly the same thing. I think almost everyone does it. I have been doing it for so long as I can remember. If you want I can tell you about the first time I did it.
- Of course I want to hear that story.
- I also want to hear it. Let´s go back to the table. Jenny said.
They walked back and sat down. Both Jenny´s and Sara´s eyes was filled with expectation.
- So one day both me and my mother was at the beach. We talked and sunbathed. After a couple of hours I needed to pee. So I told my mother about it. And she answered straight out that I should go down into the water and just do it. My first reaction was shock. That my mom could suggest such a thing. But soon after that I understood how logical it was. Then my mother shocked me even more. She said she would come with me because she hade to pee too. So there we was. Standing waist deep in the water side by side. I glanced at my mother and she just smiled and nodded. I knew she was peeing so I started to let go too. It was a great feeling and it also feelt like this was mom´s and mine own secret. After that day I peed in the water every time I was at the beach.
- Wow that was a really nice story. The feeling of peeing in the water is wonderful. Jenny said.
- I have to agree. Sara said with joy.
- So Linda what do you think about my story? I hope I did´t shock you too much.
- Oh no everything about it was great. I think it just natural to pee in the water through your swimsuit.
- Yeah me too. But then I have to ask you. Did you know your daughter peed through it on land as well?
- Yes I did. But she started doing it in front of me for the first time just last week. And I´m not mad or trying to stop her doing it. A bikini is made for water after al. So pee won´t damage it.
- I guess you´re right. So Sara. If you have to pee and are out with Jenny or at home with your bikini on. You can just go through it.
- Thank you so much mom. I think it´s a lot easier to do it that way then have to go al the way inside. So I can promise it won´t take long before you se me doing it.
- Well I have already seen you. So no need to hold it back anymore.
Sara just smiled and to her surprise she feelt she could pee. And since her mother already said it was okay, she just let it out. A hiss could be heard. Erika started to laugh.
- Well you wastes no time I hear.
- Of course not. Now when I know it´s okay I won´t hold it back anymore.
- And my mom already know I do it. Jenny said and another hiss could be heard.
Both Erika and Linda laughed. As soon as they emptied their bladders. Jenny and Sara got up and said they wanted to take a walk. Linda said it was okay but they hade to wash of with the hose first. So they did and of they went.
- Okay Erika. Now when our daughters are gone. How about we walk around our garden. I can show you the plants I planted this spring. And talk about well whatever we come up with.
- Sounds good. I really like flowers so maybe you can give me some tips?
- Of course. Just ask and I will answer as good as I can.
- Well my first question isn´t about flowers och gardening. But I have to ask. What happened last week that made Jenny pee through her bikini for the first time in front of you?
- Actually she told me she did it when we talked about peeing in the shower. She was going to take a shower and didn´t know I came home just when she was about to step in to the shower. She had not started the shower yet. Just when I was outside the door. I heard a stream hit the floor. But I knew it wasn´t the shower. And then I heard ahhh. So I knew she peed and feelt relieved. Not long after the sound of the stream ceased the shower started.
- Wow, so she pees in the shower too. Well that´s not that unusual I´m guessing. I have heard a lot of people talk about it.
- If you ask me I will say it´s normal.
- So what you are actually saying is that you pee in the shower as well?
- I do actually. I stopped for a couple of years when Jenny was born because in the beginning when she was really young we showered together. So it didn´t feel right to do it with her in there.
- I understand. I would never pee in the shower with my daughter in there.
- But you will and do when you shower?
- There doesn't seem to be any reason to be ashamed of it. So honestly, I do it every time I shower.
- It´s a nice feeling. Right?
- Well yes it is. A can just relax and let it flow with out a care.
- It really is a great feeling. So you don´t think it feels weird when the pee goes down your legs?
- No it doesn´t. I don´t mind if it does.
- Interesting. When you started laughing when Sara peed herself at the table. I was wondering if you peed in the shower. Based on your reaction.
- Haha yeah I do. And if I know I´m going to shower later and have to pee. I hold it and do it in there.
- That´s great. You know what? All this talk about pee have made me have to go.
- It does that to me as well. Talking about it a lot makes my need come much faster.
- Yeah. Fortunately we are outside so it´s really easy to do.
- Just crouch down and pull the bikini to one side and pee. So easy outside.
- Well I won´t do it that way. I will follow our daughters example.
- Pee trough your bikini standing here?
- Yes why not? Just as we said. They are made for water so no need to pull it aside.
- Wow. I can honestly say I didn´t see you as a bikini peeing person.
- If this was two weeks ago I would not have done it. My daughter persuaded me to try it. I did and I liked how easy it was. It gives me a similar feeling as I get when I pee in the shower but even stronger.
- Okay if you say so.
- Have you never tried it?
- No never on land. Always in the water as you already know.
- Well then you should do it with me now. Try it and I´m sure you will like it just as much or even more than when you do it in the shower.
- I don´t know if that is a good idea.
- Come on just try it once. Now one will know except me. We just walk to the hose and wash you of afterwards. Now is your chance. Sara and Jenny will never know about this.
- Okay then. I will try it.
- Perfect. Just imagine you´re in the shower and let it out.
- That sounds like a good idea.
And with that the two women looked at each other and Linda was the first one to pee. But shortly after Erika started as well. Linda smiled when she saw Erika close her eyes. Warm pee was flowing down their legs. They both needed to go a lot. Finally both was done. And immediately Linda hade to ask.
- So how was it?
- You was right. It was wonderful.
- Yes I´m so happy you liked it. So will you do it again with me?
- Of course I will. And not only that. I think I will do just as Sara. If I´m wearing my bikini I will pee though it.
- I just have to hug you. This is great. I have a pee buddy.
- Yes you have. And we will do this often.
- So what do you think Sara will say when you wet yourself as well now?
- I don´t know. But I guess she will be happy to know she won´t be alone to do it when she´s at home and with out Sara.
- I think both of them will be shocked when the see you do it. And to make sure you have to pee when they comes back. Let´s go and take something to drink. |
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