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During the time their mothers discovered they could start to be pee buddys. The two girls was walking in a small wooded area talking. Before they left Jenny´s house. They washed of the pee and changed clothes. Jenny was wearing a white skirt, blue t-shirt and white panties. And Sara also in in a skirt but it was blue. She choosed a green t-shirt and light blue panties. They both thought it would be better to talk in private so a walk was a good excuse. - So how do you feel about us? I mean we went from friends to a couple fairly quickly. Jenny asked. - Well even if we became a couple quickly. It just feels right. That´s why I never stopped you when you started to touch me. I was surprised of course. But it just feelt like it was the right thing to do. I love to be with you. - Aw so sweet. Thanks. I can do nothing but agree. When we showered together it was like a dream and I just couldn´t stop myself. I needed to touch you. So I took the risk of losing you as my friend. - Well that risk wasn´t that big. Even if I didn´t like your touch. I would never end our friendship because of that. Jenny smiled and leent in to kiss her lover. They kissed and Jenny´s hand search it´s way up Sara´s leg. All the way up to her panties. One finger went inside her panties before the hand went back down her leg. - Later we will go all the way. But now is not the right time or place for it. Jenny said teasing her lover. - I´m looking forward to it. Sara replayed with a big smile. - So am I. And speaking of something completely different. What do you think our mothers say to each other now when you wet yourself on purpose in front of her? - Well it was just my bikini. And she looked like she wasn´t mad about it at all. So I think it will be okay. But the will probably talk about how you and your mum started. Well how your mum started at least. - Yeah I think your right. But I think my mum can explain it in a good way for your mum. - It´s funny that the three of us started to do this. All because we wet our beds and then shared a shower. Where we touched each other and also peed. The best shower in my life. And also the one that changed it. From now on I will always pee through my bikini when I wear it and I can get away with it. And I will never hesitate to pee in the shower when we take one together. - I can almost promise that I will always pee in the shower when we share one. And if I see you are peeing. You will feel my hand between your legs from time to time. - Stop it. You make me wet just thinking about it. Sara said and laughed. - Wow. I´m looking forward to feel that and to make you cum. But now all this talk about pee has made me have to go. - Me too. Fortunately we are in the woods so we can just go a bit of the trail and squat. - I´m not bothering with that. I will just stand here and pee. No one can see us. - So you are going to wet your panties? Sara asked a bit shocked. - Yeah. Why not? It´s not that big of a differens from bikini panties. Except the material. - And it´s normal clothes you are wetting. - I don´t care. I want to do it and it´s summer. They will be dry soon anyway. - Okay you convinced me. Just because I want to try it as well now. - Haha I think you wanted to try it as soon I said it, if not before. - Maybe. Sara said and started to laugh. - And now let us try it and see if we like it just as much as going through our bikinis. - So part your legs a bit and just let it go? - No I will just stand like we did while talking. It will probably go down our legs a lot. But I like that feeling so it will just make it better. - Sounds good. Sara said and smiled. Seconds later Jenny could feel her panties started to get wet when her pee started to come out. Sara started short after her. Both started to feel the warm feeling go down their legs. This was great. Even better then pee through their bikinis. Probably because this was more naughty. You should not wet your panties and like it in most people´s eyes. Just when the girls started to let it go so their streams was easily seen going down their legs. What feelt like out of nowhere a girl in I green summer dress came walking. The girl looked like she was around Jenny and Saras age but it was hard to tell. She was a brunette and shoulder length hair. Both Sara and Jenny feelt embarrassed to be standing there and wet themselves. The girl can´t miss what they are doing. And that was confirmed almost instantly. When the girl was beside them, she stopped and looked at the girls legs. Where their pee was still going down. The only thing Jenny and Sara could do was to look at each other then at the girl and smile. Trying to make it less embarrassing. The girl smiled back. - Oh so this is the place where you should pee. The girl said. Sara looked confused at Jenny, who was just as confused. When they heard the girl say ahh. Both girls looked down the other girl´s legs and saw pee going down them. For the next half minute the three girls stood there peeing down their legs without saying a word. When they were done, Jenny felt she had to say something. - Okay this was a surprise. Why did you wet yourself? - Why did you wet yourself´s? Was it a accident? I thought if I did it too. It wouldn´t be so embarrassing for you two. - It was really nice of you to do that. And it was embarrassing. Because well it will probably not get worse if I tell you it wasn't ́t a accident. We just needed to go and just let it out. - Oh I see. Well I can tell you that I don´t think that is weird at all. In fact I wet myself on purpose a lot during the summer. - Wow. You do? How long have you been doing it? Sara asked. - Well it was about three years ago I started to do it a lot. I was sitting outside and needed to pee. But I didn´t want do go indoors just for that. So I figured what the heck. And just wet myself sitting there. And the feeling was great so I continued to do it when I feelt the need again. Sara told the girl how they began to wet themselves and they liked it so they had to try it in theirs panties as well. - Wow what a nice way to start wetting. And you have something really nice to look forward to. When you do it in pants. That´s so nice. The warmth stays for longer that way. - You pee yourself in pants? That´s so cool. Jenny said. - Yeah I do. I just go in everything I want. Oh and by the way I´m Lisa. - So cool. And I´m Jenny and that is my girlfriend Sara. - Aw you are a couple. Thats cute. I would love to talk more with you girls. But I have to go home. I have something to do that can´t wait. - Oh okay. Do you live nearby? - Yes I do. I live a couple of kilometers away from here. - Thats great. Then we can meet some other time. - I would love that. Lisa said and gave the girls her phone number. They said goodbye and waved at each other while Lisa started jogging home. - That was so hot. A stranger started to wet herself beside us. And it turned out she liked it too. It was just like a dream. It didn´t feel real. Sara said. - Well we found a new friend and someone we can wet ourselves in front of without shame. But now I think it´s time for us to walk back home as well. And so the girls started to go back home while they talked about Lisa and that she wet herself in pants. Back at Jenny´s house Linda and Erika was waiting for them. Both girls had changed back to bikinis and was now sitting at the table with their moms. - So how was the walk? Linda asked. - It was great. The woods is a relaxing place to walk around in. Jenny said and blinked discreetly at Sara. - That´s good. And now you can sit here with us and have a great time. - Well the woods was great too. Sara said and couldn't help but laugh a little. - What´s so funny? Linda asked. - It´s a secret. Jenny said. And started to laugh with Sara. - Okay then. We won´t say what we have talked about then. Linda said and smiled at Erika. - I will not say what we talked about but I will show you. Erika said and gave a bigger smile. Jenny and Sara looked at each other and for the second time today they became first confused, then surprised when the heard a hissing sound. Both Sara and Jenny looked down under ta table and saw Erika was peeing through her bikini. - Oh yes. I started to wet my bikini as well, while you were out in the woods. Erika said happily. - Mom that´s great. Now you know how nice it feels to just let it go. Sara said. - And now when everyone here is open with it. I will not hold it any longer. Linda said and started to pee too. Sara and Jenny laughed and started to pee as well. This was the best day in their lives so far.
The week after the girls and their mothers started to wet themselves in front of each other. Sara and Jenny decided to take a bike ride to the local indoor water park. Just because the wanted to be in the wave pool and go down slides. They also thought because it´s summer it would not be crowded. And as a bonus the could sitt in the jacuzzi after al the fun and just relax. While they were cycling the girls talked about what they were going to do first when they arrive. And they decide if the lines are short, the slides will be perfect. They pay the entrance fee and goes in to the changing room. Jenny takes a blue bikini and Sara a green one. They go to the showers with their bikinis in hand. A couple of the showers was occupied so they couldn't stand next to each other. But luckily two showers across each other was free. After they showered a while, it was time to put on the their bikinis. They showered some more after that and almost immediately Sara looked over att Jenny and smiled. Soon Jenny smiled to when she saw the water at her lovers feet turned a bit yellow. So she took the opportunity to pee too. When she started to go she smiled and winked at Sara, who understood immediately what was going on. In the shower beside Sara was a girl in the upper twenties that saw Jenny´s pee signals even if she didn´t understand that´s why she did wink and smile. She smiled at Jenny and then saw the water turn slightly yellow. And when she first saw it she started to look closer and realized what it was. The girl looked at Jenny´s face and when their eyes meet she smiled and looked down at her own feet. Then back up and winked at Jenny who wasn´t peeing anymore. But now she was embarrassed until she saw that the girl had started to pee too. Now she was surprised and glad to see the girl wasn´t annoyed. When the girl was done she winked again and left the showers. After that surprising moment, Jenny and Sara nodded at each other and started to walk out to the pool area. And they were right, It wasn´t much people there and was no queue to the slides at all. As they walked against the stairs leading to the slide. Jenny looked around the pool to see if she saw someone she knew. But the only one she recognized was the girl from the showers. The girl looked at her and waved. Embarrassed Jenny waved back. Sara didn´t noticed. When they came up to the top of the slide they where alone. Sara went down first with Jenny coming soon after. - Okay. Now when we have slided down once. Lets go down again but this time we will see who will be the fastest by using the timer. Jenny suggested. - Sure I will win this. - No you won´t. But it´s no competition without a prize. The winner will get a kiss. - Oh that´s a nice prize. And to be honest there is no loser in this. A kiss is great for both. - Yea it is. And that´s the good part about this. So lets go. On the way back to slide. They heard theirs names from the pool. They looked to see who it was and they where both pleasantly surprised when they saw it was Lisa. - Hey girls. Nice to see you two here. Are you having a nice time? - Hey Lisa. Nice to see you too. Yeah we have. And how about you? Sara asked. - Oyes I having a lot of fun with two of my friends. At least another hour before they have to go home. - Well in that case you can join us when they leave if you want to? Jenny said. - I would love that. - Great. See you at the jacuzzi in about an hour then. Sara said. The girls said goodbye and waved to Lisa and went up the stairs for the competition. Sara went down first and then Jenny. And to Sara´s disappointment she lost. - Congratulations honey. You will get your prize when we get our bikes. - Thank you so much. Looking forward to it. And I knew I was going to win. Because I pulled my panties down a bit so my skin was against the slide. - Cheater. Sara giggled. Now when the knew who was the fastest. The girls went to the wave pool. When the waves ended they went down the slide while they waited for the next time the wave pool would start again. In no time at all. It was time to meet Lisa at the jacuzzi. When they arrived Lisa was already sitting in the water waiting for them. - Hi girls. Come and join me. We can sitt here and talk. - Yes please. I need to relax for a while now after my win. Jenny said with a laugh. - Oh what win? - We wanted to see who could go down the slide the fastest. And I won. - Congratulations. That´s a fun thing to do. - It is. And speaking of fun things. A fun thing happened when we came here and was showering. Sara gave me a smile and then a saw why. She peed in the shower. And I needed to go too. So I started to let go. To let Sara know what I was doing, I smiled and winked at her. What I didn´t realize was that the girl standing next to Sara saw that and she also saw that I was peeing. She gave me a smile looked down at her feet and started to pee too. - Wow. I didn´t know the girl next to me where peeing too. But that´s awesome. - I´m not surprised she peed in the shower. But for her to do it so openly is surprising. - Why are you not surprised she peed? - Well more girls then you think pee in the shower. Not just at home but in public too. And here is a perfect place to do it without anyone knowing what they are doing. Discreet peeing is very common in showers. And not that many talk about it. Not even with their friends. - Interesting. How do you know this is true if the do it discretely? Sara asked with great interest. - Let just say I look for signs. So I can see if anyone is peeing. I like to see how many dare to pee. And the funny thing is. I get the feeling its more common to pee than not. - I don´t see any problems with it. If you have to pee when you are in a shower. Just go. I did it in the shower after gym class in school. And I know I wasn´t alone. Jenny said. - I did it in school too. Sara said. - Well it was more open there. But the girls that did it in school is still doing it when they are at a water park for example. - That's probably true. And speaking of peeing. I haven't been sensed the shower when we came here. Jenny said. - I have to go too. Lets go to the shower and then when we are done. Maybe it´s time to take our bikes and go home. Sara said. - Wait. You took your bikes here too? That´s great. Then we can ride together back home. - That sounds great. Let´s go and pee first. I really have to go. Jenny said to her friends. - Do have to go home now or can we stay another hour? Lisa asked. - We can stay. It was just a suggestion because then we have showered anyway so it would have been easy to go and get dressed. Jenny replied. - Well in that case. If you have to pee just go. - What? In the jacuzzi? I can´t do that. I haven´t peed in a pool since I was teen. - You haven´t? I peed in here before you came. - Eww. That´s gross. - No it´s not. It´s not as common as peeing in the shower. But not that uncommon either. If you think about it. When you where swimming in school. How many of your classmates went to the toilets? - Well I can´t remember if anyone ever went there. But I thought the did it in the shower like me. - Some of them did and some in the pool I can promise you that. And they have filters here. Just imagine you are in the lake. You do pee in the lake I hope? - Of course I do. But that´s not the same. - It´s water and you have to go. Just pee. I have already done it so it doesn´t matter. - Well okay. Just because you have done it. - Great. And how about you Sara? - I´m done. I peed while you were talking. - Well done Sara. Good for you. - I have always peed in the shower and if I need to go again when swimming I will just go. Pool or lake does not matter. - Wow, Sara that´s news for me. Well it´s my turn then. Sara and Lisa looked at Jenny and it was easy for them to see when she started to pee. She looked relieved when she was done. - Oh that was great. Just to let you know. From now on, I will always pee in the pool if I have to. The feeling is great. And it feels naughty. - Hehe I know. That´s why I do it. I love the naughty side of it and the feeling of course. Lisa said. - I agree with you. Now when I have feelt how good this feels for me. - Well. Now when both of you don´t have to pee anymore. Lets go to the slide so I can beat Jenny´s time. - Ha you wish. My time can´t be beaten. Jenny laughed. The girls went to the slide and Lisa did beat Jenny´s time. Sara liked she did but Jenny was not so happy about it. Just when they went against the showers. The wave pool started so the went to that. Some time later they where showering and soon after that they started to get dressed. When they where cycling home thy decided to follow Lisa home. Lisa was cycling in front and without saying anything she started to pee. Both Jenny and Sara saw it and they were not surprised as they would have been if they didn´t know that Lisa peed just about everywhere. - That´s a great way to pee without needing to stop. - Yeah I like it. Sorry I didn´t warned you before I started. I hade to go and both of you have seen me wet myself before. - No worries. It´s really cool to see you just go like you do this everyday. - Well it´s not everyday but almost. Lisa said and laughed. The girls finally arrived at Lisa´s place. I nice red house without any neighbors nearby. - Wow. Nice place. And great for peeing. No one can see you. Jenny said. - Thanks. It really is a dream to live here where I can pee everywhere in private. - Speaking of pee. I have to go. - Me too. Sara says. - Oh great. My mum won´t be home until later tonight. And I want you to try something. - What´s that? Sara asked curiously. - I will show you. But first you have to promise me you both try it. Okay? - We don´t even know what you want oss to try. But it´s your suggestion and when I followed your suggestions before. I liked them, so okay. Jenny said while Sara nods in agreement. - Great. Wait here. Sara and Jenny looked at each other and didn´t know what to expect. But soon they would know exactly what Lisa had planned. - So this is what I want you to do. Take this pants on and then pee. I think you will like it a lot. - Wow. So you want us to wet ourselves in your pants? - Yes. You said you never tried it. Now is your chance. Your parents won´t find out when you go in my pants. They will fit but they may be a little too short on you Jenny. But you will get the nice feeling anyway. - Sounds good to me. Lets put them on because I can´t hold it much longer. Sara said. In no time at all, both girls was wearing Lisa´s pants. Lisa counted down and on three. Both girls tried to pee. The surprise was that Sara started first and Jenny wasn´t long behind. The pants on both girls got darker al around their crotch and down their legs. Jenny wasn´t lying when she said she had to go. She peed a lot. When they both were done Jenny was the first to say if she liked it or not. - That was the best pee of my life. To feel it go down my legs and to see the pants get darker was fantastic. Best feeling ever. - It really was great. I want to do it again. Sara said. - I knew you would like it. And the good thing is that when you come here and hangout. You can just pee in whatever you are wearing. Lisa said with joy. - I know. This friendship is like a dream. Three girls wetting themselves together. - And if we get something to drink. We will have time enough to do it one more time today. - In pants? - Of Course. Lisa said and started to laugh. Sara and Jenny started to laugh too.
A couple of days later. Jenny and Sara had just peed in the shower and started to miss the feeling their wettings gave them. A couple of texts later they decided to meet up and spend some time together. And they both hoped to have at least one chance to wet themselves. After Lisa introduced them do it in jeans neither of them can stop thinking about it. As soon as they meet they talked about how they had peed in the shower. The only thing they both could do without Saras mother finding out that her daughter likes to wet herself in whatever shes wearing. Jennys mother knew about her daughters wettings. Not all of them but some of them. But Jenny did´t want to do it too much in front of her mother just yet. She did´t want to make her mother annoyed about it. But one evening when she was doing a sandwich. She was wearing jeans shorts and needed to pee. She just wanted to get back to the tv. So she wet herself while doing her sandwich. When she came back to the couch where her mother sat. She saw what her daughter had done. But just laughed and laid a blanket for Jenny sit on. Even if both girls have skirts on now. Its a lot better then swimwear to wet in. But now this close to their last pee in the shower. Neither of them had to pee now. So they talked about everyday things. Suddenly Jenny got a text from Lisa. “Hi. I was just wondering if we could do something together today? If we can. Sara are more then welcome to join us :).” She replied immediately. “We would love to. Can we meet at the intersection that the asphalt road turns into gravel? We will take our bikes. Then all of us have the same distance to go. :).” Jenny had just said to Sara that Lisa wanted to join them when the next reply came. “Sure. 🙂 See you there.” So they went and picked up their bikes. When they came to the intersection Lisa was already there waiting for them. - Hi girls. Great to see you again. - Hello Lisa. Sara and Jenny replied. - How have you been? - Great. I have peed in the shower every time a took one. And I also wet myself in jeans shorts once in the kitchen. Jenny said. - Wow. Good for you to do it inside. I bet that felt great. How about you Sara? - Well. I have only done it in the shower. Because my mother do not know that I like to wet myself in all kinds of clothes. - Yea it can´t be great when you are limited like that. But the shower is nice. Better then nothing. - I guess so. Sara said with some disappointment in her voice. - But now when the three girls are back together that will change at least for the time we are together. Jenny said happily. - That´s true. Lisa agreed. Suddenly Sara started to laugh. Jenny was surprised but not Lisa. - What´s so funny? Jenny asked. - Look at Lisas feet. Sara said still laughing. There was a puddle. And when Jenny saw that she also started to laugh. - What? I had to pee. I love to do it discreet. No one knows what i´m doing. I thought one of you would had noticed what I was doing. I mean both of you wets yourselves. Especially Jenny. - I enjoyed our conversation so I did´t notice anything. That´s really impressive. - Thank you. I have practiced a lot. You have to do it on more occasions than you think. - So what you says is that you have done it when out in public? Sara asked. - Yes. More times then one. If the situation allow I will tell you when I do it. Or if I thinking about where I can go. - Yes please. If any of us needs to go we will join you. - Okay. Maybe we should have some kind of signal so the other two know we'll pee. If we can`t talk loud about it. - Good idea. How about the signal we used in the public shower? Just wink with one eye. That´s not to obvious. - Well some people do see the signal as we know haha. Said Sara. - Yeah but if you do it in another place. I think anyone that see it. Will not understand why any of us winks. - Maybe they think we want to pick them up. Sara laughs. - If she is cute then anything can happen. Said Jenny. - Noo Jenny. She´s mine. You already have a girl in your life. Lisa said. - That´s true. One that I love and I also have you. You are close to be my best friend. - Aww that´s cute. - I have to agree. Sara said. - Come on girls. Group hug. While they were hugging. Jenny came up with a plan. She didn´t waste any time. So with that she stared to pee. It didn´t take long before Lisa knew what she was up to. And as soon as Sara realized what here lover was doing. She smiled and started to pee as well. - Wow. Girls I think I start to love you both.You are both peeing when we are this close together. I like how big step this is for us to take this soon. Lisa said. - Well I thought discreet peeing sounded so good. I had to try it. If anyone saw us they would not see that I was peeing. It goes down my legs and then to the ground. You really have to know what to look for to see it. - That´s true. So are you both done? - Yes I am. Both Jenny and Sara said in unison. - Great lets go. If we go to the park we can buy a ice cream and talk there. - Sounds like a plan. Sara said. When the girls arrived at the park. They went to get some ice cream. While they were standing in line. Lisa looked at her new best friends. She couldn´t resist to smile. Both Sara and Jenny smiled back. When she was sure her friends saw her she gave them the signal and released her bladder. Jenny and Sara was close to start laughing but managed to hold it back. Lisa didn´t empty her bladder completely. When it reached her feet she stooped her stream. She just wanted to see how her friends reacted when she gave them the signal in a very public place. After they bought their ice cream they went to a bench and sat down too talk. - Well that was daring. I thought you would empty you bladder completely in the queue. - I didn´t want to take the risk of getting caught. So I just let some out. - That was probably the best thing to do. But here the risk is virtually zero. And I have to pee so that´s what I will do. And soon Jenny started to wet herself. To sit like this and pee was a great experience. The warmth spread around her ass before it went down the bench to the ground. - Sounds good to me. I need to go as well. Sara said and began to pee. - And you both know I haven´t emptied my bladder yet. So now it´s time. Now all three girls was peeing. What a sight from behind. Tree cute girls sitting on a bench and wetting themselves. Pee flowing down. Until they where done. - So I just have to ask. I know both of you are peeing in the shower. So lets start with that. When did you start doing it? Lisa asked. - Well I started when our class was in the indoor pool for swim class. When it was time to shower when class was over. I really needed to pee. So I waited for the other girls to leave the showers. When everyone except my best friend at the time had left the shower I was close to lose it. Because we where best friends I admitted to my friend what I had to do. She asked why I didn´t go to the bathroom before she laughed and said she was only joking. Then she said just pee. It´s just us here. And she didn´t mind. In fact she peed in the shower when we took the shower before the class started. So I peed for the first time in a shower. I thought about it for a long time. But never took the step to try. The reason why I decided to do it that time was because I knew the toilet was going to be wet and I don´t like that. So the shower was the best place to do it that time. After that time a did it at home and where ever I took a shower since then. Sara said. - So you always pee in the shower even in public? - Oyes. Every time. I never bother going to the toilet if I knew I´m going to take a shower. - Nice. And what made you start to wet yourself in panties? - I have to thank Jenny for that one. She did it first and I followed her lead. I will never regret it. And then you came and showed us how good it feels to do it in pants. - You are welcome. I love that you both like it so much. And I promise we will do it in pants again soon. My mother is going away for a couple of days next week. So if you want to come and stay the night. So we can talk about whatever we want and of course wet ourselves in pants a lot. - You already know we will come. Sounds great. Jenny said. - Lisa I hope you won´t get mad at us. Because I don´t know if I can wet myself al day without at least one orgasm. - Of course not. We will all reach one orgasm each at least. - Sound really good. But will you not get jealous when Jenny and I can help each other? - No don´t worry. I getting wet just thinking about seeing you two get each other off. - Thank you. You are a true best friend. Jenny said and leaned close to Lisa and kissed her cheek. - Okay if you kiss her so will I. Sara said and kissed Lisas other cheek. She then looked over at Jenny and then back at Lisa. Suddenly she kissed Lisa again but on the mouth this time.Oops she said and laughed. Jenny just shook her head and smiled. It looked like both Jenny and Sara liked what was happening. But the one that liked it the most was Lisa. This was like a dream for her. Two cute girls just kissed her. Her first kiss from a girl. She will count both kisses as her first. She got them almost simultaneously so that feelt like the right thing to do. To show how much she appreciated it. She took one hand on Saras leg and the other one on Jennys. She slowly moved them higher until she was touching the girls panties. When neither Jenny or Sara said anything she made her next move. And started to move her hands inside the panties until she felt how wet the girls was. She smiled and removed her hand. - So girls. Maybe we should go to a more privat place and have a nice time together? Jenny said. - Well I loved to. But let´s save it until we are at my place. Then we can have a really nice time. Lisa said. - I´m really looking forward to it. Sara said with a big smile. - Believe me Sara you are not alone. Lisa said. - Glad to hear it. Jenny said. Sara took Lisas hand and put it inside her panties before she started to pee. Lisa was shocked at first but she really liket it. Suddenly her other hand got warm and wet too. She didn´t notice that Jenny had took it and put it between her legs. Lisa was in heaven. Sara and Jenny took their own hand and put it inside Lisas panties. Lisa knew what they wanted and started to pee as well. All the girls felt this was their best experience so far.
Well it seems like my story has some readers that want's more. I'm really surprised that any one likes it. I just started this story just to see if i could do a believable story that could happen in real life. So thanks to everyone that reads this story and leaves a comment to show that you like it. And you wanted it. Here comes the next part. The day the girls was going to be at Lisa's place was finally here. When Sara and Jenny arrived. Lisa meet them in the garden and gave them a hug each to welcome them. Even if it was worm. The girls were all wearing pants and a t-shirt. But both Sara and Jenny had skirts and bikinis with them as well. Just if it would be much hotter later on. Lisa's mother was away with a college for the day and wouldn't be home until late afternoon. So the girls had decided to meet as early as possible. - So girls. It's a nice day. So why don't we take some soda and sit outside in the deck chairs? Both Sara and Jenny agreed and soon the were sitting outside and just enjoying the weather and each others company. - I love this. Just to sit here without anyone disturbing us. - Yeah I know. That's the reason both me and mum loves this place. We can just enjoy nature and our self's without being worried about anyone looking at us. - Sounds great. Maybe you can explain a bit more about the enjoy your self's part? Sara asked and laughs. - Well it's probably me that enjoys it the most. And you know I will take the opportunity to feel as free as possible when I'm alone. - What do you do for example? Jenny teased. - You really want me to talk about it. And I know it's because you two like it as well. I will pee where ever I am. If mother is home I will take my pants down if I'm wearing them. Or I take my panties of and just squat. It doesn't matter if mum can see me or not. I just squat and pee when I feel the need for it. Even mum will do it from time to time. - She will? In the same way as you? Sara wanted to hear more about this so she just had to ask. - Yeah. Like I said. We enjoy our self's out here. - I would love if our garden was this private. Then I would do that as well. Sara said. - Well. At least you have time to wet yourself from time to time with your lovely girlfriend over there. Lisa said and winked. - That¨s true. And we always has a great time together. Even if we can't wet our self's every time we want too. - Well you seamed to like it when we peed in the park. Jenny said and smiled at her girlfriend. - Yes I did. I did it with the one I love and my best friend at the same time. It can't get much better then that. - Speaking of the park. I haven't thanked you for the nice time you two gave me. So with that said I will start and thank Jenny first. Lisa stood up and walked over to Jenny. She climbed on too Jenny and with one leg on each side of her friends hips. She smiled and said thank you. And then started to pee trough her pants. The pee went down too Jenny's lap and she just smiled. This was so hot. When Sara saw what was going on she had to resist the temptation to touch herself. Lisa peed a lot. When she was done she got up and went back to her own deck chair. - Wow. And your welcome. It was my pleasure in the park and now. And now when you have wet me as well. I think I will take the opportunity to share this nice experience with my girl. Jenny said. She got up and did the same thing Lisa did for her and climbed up on her girlfriend and with one leg on each side of her. She sat down and was soon peeing. This was way to hot to do without at least a kiss. So Jenny started to kiss Sara while she continued to pee. Lisa looked on and thought this was so cute. She hoped she will find a girl to do that with some day. But just too see it was great too. When Jenny was done she stood up and looked at her girlfriend with a big smile. - That was so hot. I loved it. And now I really need to pee after seeing you two go. Whose lap am I going to sit on? Sara asked. - Well. I have an idea. What if you try do pee one half in my lap and the other in Jenny's? - Good idea. I will try. I really want to do it on both of you. So Sara started in Lisa's lap and it was great. To feel the warm pee go down her butt and it went down on her best friends lap. It was really hard for her to stop her stream. But she did it. Afraid she would wet herself before she had time to sit in Sara's lap she ran over to her and barely hade time to sit down before she started to pee again. She took one hand on Jenny's breast and then started to kiss her while she let the rest out. She moaned when she was done before she slowly got up and went back to her one chair. - Great first pee for al of us I would say. Now we can just sit here and let our pants dry while we talk. Lisa said with a big smile. The girls was sitting in the sun for a while before the decided it was to hot and they should change to skirts now. When the girls was standing beside the chairs they smiled at each other and then wet them self's. They didn't need to pee that bad but enough for the pants to get dark again. - Ah. That felt good. Just had to do it in pants one more time before it was to late. Sara said with a giggle. Both Lisa and Jenny agreed. They took their pants of and just wiped their legs with them before the changed to skirts. They didn't change panties because they will dry soon now when it's a lot hotter outside. And they also knew they will pee trough them again anyway. - Well girls. How about we kick some football for a while? Lisa asked. - Sure why not. Jenny replied. The girls drank and kicked the ball for about an hour before the decided it was to hot to continue. To talke and run after a ball in this heat was exhausting. - I don't know if this will cool my legs of but I can do with a pee. Jenny said before she started to let it go down her legs. - Sounds like it could be worth a try. Sara said and released her pee too. Lisa already knew the answer. Because she has tried it before. But she needed to pee to so she let go as well. When Jenny was done both Sara and Lisa was still going. - Well it helped when I peed. But as soon I stopped it went back to be hot again. - Yeah I know. But it's still great to let it go when you need to without having to take your panties of. Lisa said. Finally all girls was done and Lisa asked if they wanted to cool of by going to a lake nearby. And in this weather it was no other choice. They went inside and changed to bikinis. T-shirt over the top and started to walk to the lake. - This lake is quite remote. So if we are lucky we will have it for our self's. - Wow everything around here you can pretty much have to your self al the time. Sara said. - Yes absolutely. It really is a great place to have a house. I hope I will find something like this when it's time for me to get my own place. Lisa said. Sara and Jenny agreed. One day the will own a remote house with a lake near by them self's some time in their life's . When they arrived at the lake it was empty. Just like the wanted it to be. So as soon as they had taken of their skirts and t-shirts. They run down to the bathing platform. Lisa put her arms in the air and said yeah. Before she started to pee though her bikini. - That looks so nice. To go just like that even on a place like this. Unfortunately I don't have to go right now. Jenny said. - Me neither. But when I do. I think I will try doing it like that. I always pees in the water when I'm swimming. Because it use to be a lot of people around. Sara said. The girls swam and just had a great time in the lake. When suddenly they heard someone giggle. They looked at the path leading to the lake and saw two girls around their age coming. The but a couple a towels down and laid on them to get a tan. - That's unfortunate. We are not a lone anymore. And I was really looking forward to stand on the platform and pee later. Sara said a bit disappointed. - Well hold it if you need to go. Maybe they will go before it's time for us to go home. Lisa said. But when it was time for the girls to go back to Lisa's. The two girls was still there. Lisa's mother was coming home in half an hour so she wanted to be home and introduce her friends. She came up with a idea. - Jenny. Can you go up and take your towel over your shoulders. Then you ask us if we can go home now because you really want to. We say okay and get out of the water. After that you will know what to do. Lisa said and gave Jenny a small push towards the platform. Jenny did as she was told and went up and took her towel. - Can we please go home now? Jenny said in a loud voice. - Okay we are coming. Lisa replayed. The two girls looked like they were about to go down for a swim. They stood up but just stood there talking to each other. Jenny couldn't hear what they said. Sara got ut from the water first and was about to go to her towel when Lisa stopped her. - Wait I forgot to pee. Lisa said loud and without shame. And because of that. Al the other girls was now looking at her. Just like she had planned. She parted her legs and started to pee. Sara looked at her with big eyes. - What? They are already wet and are made for water. A bit of pee wont hurt them. I go trough them al the time in the water. I just forgot to go now when you wanted to leave so suddenly. Lisa said. - Yeah you are right. And now when you mention it. I have to go to. Sara says and starts to pee too. To just stand there in plain sight of the two other girls and just pee like this made Sara horny. And she wasn't alone about that. Lisa like it too. When they both were still peeing they heard Jenny. - Well I was about to hold it until we came home but I might as well pee too before we go. And now al three girls where peeing trough their bikinis. Lisa was done first and sighed before she went to her towel. Soon Sara followed her. Lisa and Sara looked down Jenny's legs while they waited for her to finish. - Everyone done now? Lisa said with a smile. Both Jenny and Sara said yes at the same time. Then they looked on the other two girls. Both of them was looking a bit surprised about what they have just seen. But the both smiled when the saw that the girls that peed was looking at them. - It's nice to know that more girls knows that it doesn't mind to go trough their bikinis. One of the girls said and a hiss was heard. The three friends gave a big smiled to the girl how was now standing in front of them and peeing hard though her bikini. - Yeah. Now we don't have to worry about looking weird. The other girl said and started to pee too. While the two girls were peeing Lisa had to say something. - It's perfectly normal. That's why I did it. And it was just you two here. So why not just go if you are not in the water or in our case forgets it. Lisa said and winked at the two girls. Both was done now. So the three friends smiled at them and waved good bye. Back at Lisa's. They went in too change back to skirts and wait for Lisa's mother to come back home. Just teen minutes later she came home. When they were peeing with the two other girls the time has run away a bit. - Lisa. I'm home. Her mother screamed from the kitchen. She waved at her friends to follow her so she could introduce them to her mother. When they came to the kitchen. Lisa's mother was putting her shopping in the cabinets. And both Sara and Jenny got a shock when they saw that Lisa's mothers pants got darker between her legs. - Mum. This are my best friends. Sara and Jenny. Lisa said. Her mother got so surprised that her daughter had friends over she jumped a bit. Turned around and looked both shocked and embarrassed at the same time. But when she looked at the two girls they started to smile. She didn't know why. Yet.
When Lisa's mother looked at her daughter's friends and they just smiled at her. She didn't know why. Did the smile because they found the situation funny? Or embarrassing? What she did know was that she felt a bit embarrassed to stand in her wet pants. She had just started to let it go when her daughter made her aware she had friends over. But it was enough to be easily noticed. She thought she could say that she thought she could make it and put the shopping in the cabinets. But then some just came out. Maybe she could say it happens from time to time when you get older. No they probably see trough her lies when they are that bad. It's probably best to just act casual. - Hello girls. I guess you have been here for a while but welcome to our home. Do you like it here? - Thank you. And yes we like it a lot. Jenny said and all three girls started to laugh. - Wow sounds like you have the time of our life's based on that laughter. Or is it my accident you are laughing at? - Mum.They are not laughing at you accident. They laugh because know they see I'm not the only one it this house that wet myself. - What? Have you wet yourself in front of your two friends? I have told you many times. Go to the toilet when you need to. Don't wait. You know you can't hold it if you wait to long. But as you can see I'm not the right person to say it. I didn't go when I needed to. And I'm much older then you so I should know better. - It's okay mum. Jenny and Sara wets them self's as well. So it's no big deal. - They do? By accident? - Ha ha no. Both me and Jenny does it on purpose. So we have done it a lot today with Lisa. We love the freedom of it and she told us she just wets herself when she need to go or when she want's to. So we joined in. Well that's not exactly how it started but close enough. Sara said and laughed. - So my daughter has succeeded to find two friend that like wetting just as much as she does? That's great. - Yes we love it. It really is a nice feeling to just let it go in your clothes when ever we want to. Jenny replied. - Perfect. Well my pants are already wet so I might as well let the rest go then. Lisa's mother said. As soon as she said it the wet spot between her legs got bigger and a hiss could be heard as she let the rest of her pee go. Both Jenny and Sara smiled. Because they had skirts on they didn't want to pee just yet. And it wasn't that long ago they peed at the lake with the two other girls. It's surprising that not that long ago. Jenny and Sara was the only ones that they knew of that liked to wet them self's. But now the have a best friend that does it. And not only that. Their own mothers does it too. And as it turns out so does Lisa's. - Well mum. When you are done in here. Please join us outside in the sun chairs. I think both of us has some explaining to do. - Sure I be right out. A couple of minutes later they all sat outside. Lisa's mother was still wearing her wet pants. - So I just have one question before we talk about the things a really want to know. Lisa you did introduce us. But you haven't told us your mother's name. I guess it will sound ridiculous to say your mother al the time? Jenny laughed. - Oh yes I'm sorry. Jenny, Sara this is my mother Maria. - Nice to meet you Maria. And now. How long have you been doing this? - Well to be honest. I can't remember when I started. I think it started the way a lot of others started. Peeing in the shower at home first. Then later on in the school showers after gym class. Because other girls in my class did it. And of course in the pool showers after swim class. A couple of years after that. I was going home from the school disco. I had a skirt on and needed to pee. So I thought it can't be that big of a difference between panties and bikini bottoms. So I just parted my legs and let it go. It was a difference as it turned out. But in a good way. After that experience I started to go through my panties on my way home from shool everyday I could. The rest as they say is history. - Wow that's pretty much the way we started too. But you said you peed in the pool showers. Did you ever let it go in the pool? We where at the indoor pool with Lisa and she did it in the pool. She also persuaded us to do it. He he and we did. Jenny said. - Well. I always pee in the shower before I get in the pool. But if I have to go again later on I just do it in the pool. Sara filled in. - It's funny that al three of you does it. And to answer your question. Yes I did try it in the pool as well. I actually remember the first time I did it. We had swim class in school. And I needed to go so bad. I was thinking maybe I should go to the showers and do it. But then I got the idea that it's just water. I have peed in the lake as long as I could remember. So why should the pool be any different? At that moment I thought some of my classmates probably did it too. So I just tried to look casual and then I just let it go. It felt great and naughty to do it with so many people around me who did not have a clue about what I was doing. I found out later in the shower that my best friend at the time realized that I was peeing in the pool. And that made her think if I could she could do it too. So she did. It was nice to hear that she didn't think I was disgusting. After that both of us did it every time we had swim class. We also did it when we where there on our spare time. - That's so nice. Too have a friend that will join in on this kind of thing is great. Sounds like you had some great times together. And if you go to a pool this days do you still pee in the pool or did you stop after school? - To be honest. I still do it. I love to let it go in the pool. But unlike Sara I don't pee in the shower before hand. I hold it and just go in the pool. It's the first thing I do when I get in the pool. It feels so naughty and I'm sorry if this is a bit to much information for you girls. But it actually turns me on. - Well I think it's great that you are so honest about your feelings about this. I mean we hardly know each other. Jenny said. - I thought you two like it as well so I might as well be honest with you. And also if we ever go swimming together you know why you can't see any pee going down my legs in the shower. But on rare situations it happens before I get in the pool when I just can't hold it. You are more likely to see me go before we go home. That also turns me on. To just stand there and wet myself with other girls around me and they don't know what I'm doing. - You know you are not alone? A lot of girls goes in the shower. But the try to hide is as well. They are afraid some one will see them and tell the staff about it. Or tell them directly how disgusting it is to pee in a public shower. But believe me it's more acceptable now then ever before. More girls do it without even try to hide what they are doing. And if they are with friends the laugh and says Oops when the do it so if the friends notice it they will laugh too. They make it a funny thing so the can get away with it. I guess some think the trend to do it in a public shower like that is disgusting. But I also guessing more and more girls thinks it's no big deal. Some of them does it to and others don't mind if others do it. Sara said. - Sounds like you have seen some signs of this over the years. Maria said. - Oh yes. I have seen a lot have changed about the attitude against it though the years. And now its more open then ever. - That's sounds great. I haven't been at the indoor pool for quite a while. Maybe I should go and check it out. Suddenly a hiss could be heard. And Maria looked over at the girls to see who it came from. It was Jenny. - Oh sorry. All this talk about peeing made me have to go. - No need to be sorry. If you have do go just let it go. We all wet our self's. No need to hide it. Maria said. When Jenny was done. A new hiss was heard. This time it was Sara and soon both Lisa and Maria peed too. - This is great. This is what I call the perfect day. Talking with others that like to pee in different places and just pee when the need strikes. Maria said and all the girls agreed. - Well. If you decide to go to the pool let us know. We love to join you. Sara said with a smile. - That's great. Oh I just have to ask both of you. I know you like to wet your self's. But what does your mothers say about it? - They know we do it though our bikinis when we are sunbathing. They do it too. - Sounds great. Maybe if Lisa is at your house sometime. I can come and pick her up so I can meet them. And if I'm lucky I will also have two friends around my age that won't mind to go though there bikinis with me. - They will definitely do it with you after a while. If we just let it get to that point in a good way it wont take that long before it happens. When you pick Lisa up just talk with them and before you go ask if you can join them next time the going to sunbath. After that you will see at least one of them pee. Jenny said with a smile. - Sounds like a plan. Maria said and winked at them. - This has been great. But I think Jenny and I have to go home now. It's been a long and interesting day to say the least. They girls got up and started to go towards their bikes. - Now I see why I couldn't know Lisa had friends over. You parked them behind the house. - Yea. Well we wanted to put them in the shade. The girls walked with the bikes to the front of the house. Thanked Lisa and Maria for a great day and hoped the soon will be together again. Just when Jenny and Sara was sitting on their bikes and looked over their shoulders to wave god bye. They saw both Lisa and Maria was peeing down their legs while they waved god bye. Sara and Jenny smiled and started to ride home. On the way home they talked about everything that happened today. They wondered where they will pee together with Lisa and Maria next time. And Sara wondered if they will ever meet the two girls from the lake again. Half way home. Jenny and Sara smiled at each other and then both wet them self's without stopping. They really looked forward to the next time they could be with their best friend and her pee when you feel like it mother. When Sara came home she said hello to her mother. Said she had a great day without saying why it was so great. Before she took a shower. And of course peed in it. Jenny came home and did just as Sara had done. But when she saw her mother her pants was dark between her legs. Jenny just smiled and described the day a little vaguely. And went to take a shower. Take another pee in there and to top this day of she just had to let herself come.
Long time after the last chapter. The story continues. As before this story contains wetting from mothers and grown up daughters as well as their friends. Masturbation is a part of it as well. And do remember English isn't my first language. Enjoy. A couple of days later. The girls texted Lisa and asked if she wanted to go for a walk with them. Within seconds they got a answer. "Of course I will. See you soon." A nice walk with the opportunity to talk undisturbed. If they where going to talk about peeing in anyway. Well to say when they do it is more accurate. They meet up outside the old shop that went out of business a few years ago. As soon Jenny and Sara could see Lisa walking towards them. They both started to smile. Lisa smiled back and started to run. She put her arms out so she could hug her friends. - Hello girls. So nice to see you both again. Hello they both replied. The started to walk towards Jenny´s old school. Around 100 meters behind the school the path that was used as a exercise trail started. Jenny knew that it´s very rare that someone is using it. So they could easy walk and talk without worrying about anyone hearing them. - So Lisa. I guess you have wet yourself everyday seen we last saw each other? Sara asked as soon they entered the woods the trail went trough. - How did you know? Haha. Of course I have. Both me and my mom has done it together and by ourselves. It´s so nice to see mom doing it with out a care in the world. It really is a great feeling to know that you don´t have to hide that you have wet yourself. And how about you Sara? - Well. My mom as you know, don´t know about me wetting myself in anything other then my bikini. But except peeing in the shower as usual. I have succeeded to wet myself a bit in my panties without her finding out. - Good for you. It must felt really naughty to do it in secret? - Yes it was great. But the best moment was when I one night took a towel and but it under me in bed. I but my hand on my panties and let some out. It was so hot. I couldn't stop myself. I just had to touch myself and let some more go at the same time. I had an orgasm really fast and when I did it was really hard not to let the rest in my bladder go. But I succeeded and could walk in to the bathroom. I stood in the shower and let the rest go trough my panties. And I came again without even toughing myself this time. It was so good. Wow was both Jenny and Lisa´s only reaction to Sara´s story. - Jenny. How about you? - Well. I can wet myself in front of my mom in anything. But I haven't been able to do it. Because we had guest over yesterday. But the day before I did it through my panties a couple of times outside. It´s so nice to let it go down your legs without thinking about making a mess. And I also did it in bed that nigh. Just so i could get myself of. It really is great to masturbate and pee at the same time. I didn't have to pee that much so I could fall asleep without a problem. I didn't have a towel under me like you did Sara. Mom knows I do it from time to time and to be honest. She did wet her bed to that night. We just laughed in the morning when we both went to the washing machine with our bed sheets. - Sounds really nice as well. I really want to pee now. Lisa said. - Just hold it in a little bit more. Up on this hill there is a bench. We can sit on that and wet our self's there. I want to go standing up as well. But hearing what you two has been up to. I just want to touch you both when you let it go. - Oh Jenny you naughty girl. Lisa said with a big smile. Sara could hardly wait. She was really looking forward to feel Jenny's hand between her legs. It has been days since the last time that happened. A couple of minutes later the girls was up on the hill. Before they started with the fun parted. They looked around to enjoy the view. - Okay girls I can't wait much more now. I have to go. Lisa said and but one hand between her legs to hold herself. - And I want to feel your hands toughing me and I really have to go too know. Sara said. - Then let's do it girls. Jenny said with a big smile. Just when they were about to sit down on the bench. Jenny saw something. - Eh girls. I'm sorry to have to say this. But I can see two persons coming on the trail from the other direction. - What? No. Not now. I want to do wet myself. Lisa said with disappointment. - I know. We al want the same thing. But we have to hold it until they have walked past. The girls but both their hands between their legs to hold them self's a bit before the other two persons got close enough to see what they were doing. When the persons got closer. Jenny recognized them. - Hey girls. We have meet these two before. It's the girls from the lake! - It is? Wow. Lets see if they remember us. Lisa said. - You really think they will forget us? We wet our self's in front of them. Sara said. - That's true. Lisa said and started to laugh and both Jenny and Sara did as well. The two girls wasn't even that close when one of them but a hand in the air to wave at them. They all waved back and soon the two girls was finally there with them. - Hello girls. Long time no see. Getting some fresh air I see. One of the girls said. - Yea we wanted to take a walk and just talked undisturbed. - And here we are and destroys your plans. Sorry. - No need to apologist. We don't mind. Well how about we introduce our self's. The two girls names was Rachael and Mia. - Well now we know how we peed with. Haha. Sara said. - Haha yea. Well you didn't really try to hide. And come on we all know that bikinis are made to be wet. So it's a no brainier to go though it. - It really is. And to be honest. Just before we saw you were coming. We were just about to have a pee. - Haha. It seems like we can only meet if you are about to or are already peeing. Well don't let us stop you. We have seen you go before. Well you wet your self's the last time, but anyway. Mia said. - You two did as well. Jenny said laughing. - True. Rachael laughed. - The thing is. We had a plan to do it in a special way. So if you don't want to see that. It's better you continue to walk. Or if you stay. You have to promise us to never tell anyone what you have seen. So its up to you. Lisa said. - Sounds interesting. Well we have seen what you did last time. And I'm curious about what you girls have planed. So I promise to keep what ever happens for my self. And if it's to weird. I will walk away and still not share it with anyone. I don't want to take the risk. You can tell someone about us peeing though our bikinis. Many do but don't want everyone to know that. Mia said. - We can promise you we will never tell anyone about that. And soon you will understand why. Lisa replayed. - Sound's good to me. Rachael said. - Great because I can't wait anymore now. Lisa said. She took Jenny and Sara's hands and led them to the bench. The girls sat down with Lisa in the middle. And straight away Sara lent in in front of Lisa and Jenny did the same. And they started to make out with each other. Meanwhile Lisa took her hands and putt them between Sara and Jenny's legs. While making out the girls put one hand each on Lisa's crouch. The girls were moaning and now Lisa couldn't hold on anymore. So she closed her eyes and started to pee. Both Jenny and Sara felt it and started to rub Lisa's panties even more. And then almost on the same time they both started to pee too. Mia and Rachael watch with their mouths open. What a sight this was. See the girls making out and toughing each other. And on the same time peeing trough their panties. They could see the pee from the girls going down the bench. Meanwhile the girls on the bench enjoyed this experience so much that they forgot about they had two other girls there watching them. Just when they bladders was nearly empty. Lisa came and it didn't take long before Jenny and Sara did as well. Sara and Jenny stopped making out with each other and Lisa opened her eyes. All three girls smiled when they looked in each others eyes. Then they remembered Mia and Rachael. They slowly turned against the two girls and they all thought about what kind of reaction they was going to see from them. When the saw them it was Lisa, Jenny and Sara that was in for a chock. In front of them. They saw Rachael and Mia making out and they also had one hand between the other girls legs. Not only that. When they looked at the girls legs. They could hardly believe it. They stood there and were wetting themselves as well. It was easy to see the pee going down their legs and how much the enjoyed the moment. Soon the stopped and looked at each other with a smile. Before they looked at the other girls. - Well that was a pleasant surprise. How did this happen? Lisa asked. - Well we were watching all of you had a great time. And to be honest it turned me on and as it turned out. Rachael was turned on too. So we just smiled at each other and followed your lead. - So you and Rachael are a couple? - No not a couple. But we do have fun together from time to time. And now we could not pass this opportunity. - So you like to wet your self's as well then? - To be honest. I don't know about Rachael. But I have not wet myself in ordinary clothes before. But as you know. Bikinis a lot of times. - I haven't wet myself except for bikinis either. Rachael replied. - Oh firs timers. So what do you think? Lisa asked. - To be honest. I liked it a lot. I understand why you do it. It won't be our last time if I can decide. Mia said. - Of course it wont be our last time. We have to test some things now when we have discovered a new thing we both like. Rachael replayed. - I love to hear that you liked it. I know you came from the way we are going. But would you mind to join us on the rest of the walk? Jenny asked. - No. We would love to join you. Mia happily replayed. So the girls started to walk again and they all looked at each other from time to time and couldn't resist to smile every time they got eye contact. When they were almost at the end of the trail. Jenny stopped the other girls. - Well girls. This has been great. And before we walk out were others can see us. I just have to pee one more time. Jenny said and smiled. The other girls didn't have time to answer her before they saw pee going down Jenny's legs. The others just smiled. And soon every one was peeing down their legs. Five girls standing there looking at each other with big smiles and pee down their legs. And no one knew about what they have done before or what the did before. When everyone was done. The started to walk again. - Mia and Rachael. I just have to ask you one more thing. Would you like to join us at my place for a while? Jenny asked. Mia and Rachael looked at each other. Smiled and answered at the same time. " Of course we do!"
A long long time ago I started this and can hardly belive it's still alive. But when I came up with more things to put in this storie. I just had to do it. So as usual my english is not that great in writing. So I hope it wont disturb your reading too much. And this storie contains Mothers and daughters wettings and masturbation. So if you don't like that. Now you know. And if you are new to the storie you are welcome to read it from the begining. But I think you will understand it anyway. Just the characters maybe will be a bit difficult to get in to. Well time to let the story continue. Enjoy. Hopefully. The girls arrived to Jenny's place. Both Linda and Erika was sitting in the backgarden in sun loungers. - Hey girls. New friends? Linda asked. - Yes. We meet them on our walk around the old exercise trail behind the school. Sara replyed. - Rachael and Mia intreduced themselves. And the mothers did the same. - Well. What are you girls going to do now? Erika asked. - I just want to show them my room and then we will probably just sitt and talk for a while. Jenny said. - Yeah you all deserve to sitt down for a while after your walk. You do that and in about an hour. We can eat some ice cream here and just have a nice evening together. Linda said. - Sounds great. Both Sara and Jenny replyed at the same time. In Jenny's room the girls satt down and started to talk about school memories and just getting to know each other better. After all. They have wet themselves infront of each other twice. And on top of that. Touching either themselves or another girl as well. But after I while. Jenny feelt she has to ask some pee realated questions too. - So Rachael. I know you have just peed trough your bikini. But I have to ask. In what places have you done it? Some where you should't maybe. - Well. I do it mostly in the water when we are swimming in that lake. But I have done it on land too. At the lake and at home when tanning alone. I just thought I go trough my bikini in the water. May as well do it on land too. No one will know. So I just did it. Loved it. So I saved some so I could do it again atleast one more time before my parents came home. And I guess some where I shouldn't have done it is when I do it in the shower at the indoor pool. But its so much easier and faster to go there then the toilet. I started to do that under my first year in school when we started to have swimclass. And I haven't stopped since. - I think you started almost like every other girl do. Its a nice way to start. And to be honest. Most girls will not go any further then that. And then there is girls like us that takes that extra step. So have you ever peed in the pool? Sara asked. - I think I can be completely honest and say yes I have. Actually it was Mia who told me to try it. She always did it if she needed to go. And we are both doing it to this day. - Love it. We do it too. Always at lesat one pee in the pool everytime we go there. So much fun and naughty to do it around others that don't know. So how about you Mia? Now we know you go in the pool. But anywhere else? - Pretty much the same as Rachael. But I have been extra daring once. I just had to try it. I was at the indoor pool. About to get in the pool. I always pee in the shower first but if I have to go again later I do it in the pool and enjoy it. Anyways. When I got to the showers it was only another girl and me in there. I think she was around my age. Maybe a bit younger. So I though well young girls are more open to some things that older girls wouldn't been open to. I just had to take the chans and see what reaction I would get from her. So before I started my shower. I just started to pee so you could hear it was not the shower water hitting the floor. After that I started the shower and looked over to the other girl. And just told her I don't like to go on the toilets here. It's always wet everywhere. No nice feeling before you have got in the shower or the pool. So I decided to pee in the shower but couldn't hold it long enough to start the water to hide it from her. She just looked at me and said no worries. She alwas peed in the shower too. But discreet. Before she startet to laugh and then she said. Well soon time for the pool so that means time to pee. And she started to let it go. When she was done she smiled and said see you out there and winked at me before she left the shower room. That was the first time I realized that I got turned on seeing others pee in places they shouldn't. - Yeah I don't know what have happened in the last years. But suddenly a lot more girls seems to be open about the idea to pee in the shower even in public. I love it. Jenny said with a big smile. Sara and Lisa both agreed. Rachael could hardly belive what both her old friend and her new friends said they liked. But she couldn't say anything bad about it. Becuse she also liked that girls dare to just go in a shower when they need to. Without shame. She hopes it will be even more common and accepted. Soon they could hear Linda call them down for ice cream. While they enjoyd the evening and the company. Erika then revield what they had been taking about while the girls was upstairs. They wanted Mia and Racheal to call the mothers and ask if the could stay over night. And at the same time ask their mothers if the wanted to come and have a girls night over at Erikas toghether while their dothers had one here. All the girls loved that idea. So Mia and Racheal ran to the phone and asked their mothers. Surprisingly enough both said they would come and get to know their daughters new friends and their mothers. Within an hour they arrived togheter. Mia's mother Carla and Rachel's mother Elliot. Everyone talked for a while about some random things until Erika said it was time to let the girls start their night alone. So the mothers left for Erikas and their daughters went in to Linda's house. The first thing the girls wanted to do was to preapar the beds and put everyone in the same room. So they could lay there and talke as loong as they wanted to before they decide to sleep. It was tight to get all the beds in the same room but it did work. Jenny and Sara thought about sharing the doubble bed with Lisa. So Mia and Rachael could take the beds closer to them. Now when the sleeping arrangement was done they went back outside and started to kick a fotball around while they continued to talk and have a great time. When they have been passing arround for a while. Lisa feelt her bladder was almost full. So she let go while she waited for the ball. Mia was the first to notice what she was doing. - Oh. It that kind of girls night then? She laught and pointed at Lisa so the other could see what she did. - Of course it is. We all wet ourselves. So no need to hold it. - Thats true. This will be a epic night. - It sure will. Jenny said and let her pee flow trough her shorts and down her legs. Rachael, Mia and Sara just smiled and started to get wet too. But it wasn't pee. Maybe teen minutes later Mia feelt she actually could pee too. So she followed the others lead and just let it go. The feeling she got was so nice. To be able to wet yourself infront of your friends without a care. Was the best feeling she ever feelt. Sara liked what she saw and just had to experince that wounderful feeling too. And soon her shorts got darker in the crotch and she feelt it going down her legs. Only Rachael was dry now. But that wouldn't last for long. The ball came past her and rolled against Mia. So Rachael ran past the ball and surprised the other girls. She ran to Mia. Gave her a hug and she slowly but her legs on each side of Mia's left leg. Then she let her bladder empty. Short after that Mia feelt Rachael's pee on her leg. She just laughed and said how dirty her friend was. - Wow. That looked so hot. Jenny said and the others agreed. - I just wanted to suprise her. And she was wet anyway. Rachael lauged back in reply. - You sure did. And just so you know. It was a nice suprise. And I owe you one. Mia said and did suprise Rachael a bit by kissing her. - I think you two are going to have a great time togheter when we get to bed. Lisa said both as a joke and not. - Well you never know. Racheal said and winked at Lisa. Later the girls decided it was time to go inside again and they decided to watch a movie before bed. When the movie ended the girls started to brush their teeth. Sara surprised Jenny with a hug from behind while they were preparing for bed. Lisa liked Saras idea. So she walked behind Mia and gave her a huge. Soon al the girls walked around and tried to hug one of the others from behind. The time it took to be ready for bed took much longer then usual. But after a while they were in the bedroom and everyone dicided to sleep in just their panties. No bra. Jenny took Lisa's hand and pulled her to the big bed where Sara already was laying. Rachael and Mia laughed when the saw it. But they wasn't surprised. But Jenny's suggestion was. - Why don't you two share the bed beside us? - Oh. Well I gues we could. But we have never done that before. We have been in bed toghether but never when almost naked like this. Mia said. - Come on. Lets do it. I think it will be fun. Just look at how fun it looks for them to share a bed. Rachael said and took Mia's hand and lead her to the bed next to the others. - Thats better. Jenny said with a big smile. - So girls. What do you think about this girls night so far? Lisa asked. - I love it. I have tried a lot of new things and loved every minut of it. Rachael said. - Have to agree. So much has happened in my life since I meet you three. Mia said. - Well I think all our lives has changed since we meet. Sara laughed. - Oh it has. And I love how much we have been able to just pee in our clothes whitout a care and no one is judging you because of it. Thinking about all the times we wet ourself in the short time we have known each other. Makes me horny. Haha. Jenny said. - Well. Then we have to do something. So you can go to sleep without feeling horny. Sara said. She lifted the duvet and putt it at their feet. She then got on top of her girlfriend and started to make out with her. Slowly going lower on her body. Until she was between her legs and started to lick her. Jenny had do moan. The other girls looked at them and both Rachael and Mia was a bit shooked to see what was happening infront of them. Lisa wasn't. But she got really wet and wanted to come so much right now. So she took a gamble and got out of the bed and went to Rachael and Mia's bed. Removed the duvet from them and started to climb in between them. - Don't look so shocked. They are a couple. You two said you just have fun togheter. Even if it was just kissing and touhing. Lets have some fun togheter right now and go all the way. -Oh yes please. Rachael replyed and started to take her hand down Lisa's legs. While Lisa started to guide her hand down Mia's body. Mia just thought why fight it. She really thought it was going to be her best night ever. And she was really wet and wanted to come too. Soon there whas a hand between every girls legs. Sara stopped licking Jenny and came back up so they could kiss and finger each other instead. Moaning was heard from them all. Even Mia and Rachael had started to kiss each other and even Lisa from time to time. Soon the girls came one after the other. Lisa climbed back to Jenny and Sara's bed. Everyone was now laying and catching their breath. - Well this was the hottest thing I ever experinced in my whole life. Mia said between breaths. - It really was. We have to do this again. Sara replayed. - We really do. But not tonight. I don't think anyone of us have the energi for one more time. Rachael said and laughed. - I think you are right. Well I think you can go to sleep now without difficulties Jenny. - Oyes I think I will sleep better than ever after this. I will propably dream about this for many days to come. - You wont be the only one. Mia laughed. - Well the only thing left to do now before I can sleep totally relaxed. Is pee. Jenny said. Just seconds after she said it, a hiss could be heard as Jenny let go in the bed. Soaking the sheets. Mia and Rachael looked at each other. Both thinking if Jenny really did what they thought she did. - Mmm I can feel how much this relaxes me. Jenny said. - And I can feel how much you needed that. You beat me to it. I was just about to go too. Lisa said. Soon one more hiss could be heard and surprisingly enough. One more was heard and it was Sara that followed their lead. - Wow. So you three are wetting the bed on purpose? It has to be hard to sleep in a wet bed. Mia asked. - Yea we have been wetting the bed for a while. But we started this summer. And we have done it enough to not have problem with the wetnes. It's actually a really nice feeling to just let it go in bed instead of going up just to pee. We don't do it everyday. But after this. I just couldn't resist it. Jenny replied. Rachael was listened to the conversation and tried to take it all in. And to Mia's suprise. Suddenly Rachael started to move and climbed on top of her. She started to rub her crotch against Mia's a bit. She stopped and smiled at her. Then Rachael started to pee. Mia was surprised that her friend with benefits she had become did. But it felt so good. She moaned and started to let her own bladder go. Rachael felt it and started to moan too. They both peed for almost half a minute. Meanwhile the three girls in the bigger bed was done peeing and now looked at the other two enjoying themselves. Rachael leaned down and gave Mia a kiss and at the same time pusched the last spurts of pee out. One last kiss and she climbed down from Mia and could not belive how good that felt and she was already looking forward to do it again some day. - What a show you two gave us. Looked like you enjoyed it. Have we converted you to bedwetters to now? Sara asked. - I loved it. And I will feel like wetting the bed again. I know I will. But it can't happen at home. Mia replayed. - I know what you mean. I can't do it either. Thats why I take every chance I can when I'm here. Becuse here you can do it as much as you want to. - Lets just say I have noticed a lot of things you can do here but not at home. Mia laughed. - Okay girls. How about some sleep now? I think we all are happy with what we have done tonight. Jenny said. - I'm definitely more than happy with this day and night. So yea lets get some sleep. Rachael replayed. - So girls. God night and just so you have something to think about in addition to what just happened. I have an idea for tomorrow for us. How to start our day. So with that. God night. All the girls said god night and started to think about what Jenny had planned for them in the morning. They could hardly wait.
The next chapter is here at last. And the wettings continue. And a put a thing in it just for lostINTHEstarz. After inspiring me to put it in. It happened to fit in the story I already had in my head. So lets get it going. The mothers has arrived at Erika's. They decide to talk outside on the patio. They each took a glass of wine and started to talk about their jobs to start with. Just to start up with something easy. Erika hoped that either Carla or Elliot had a interesting job to ask some questions about. So she could start to know them better. Well Elliot worked at a sports center with a indoor pool. That's a good start. Some questions could be interesting to get the answers to. Carla worked in a office and was a document analyst. Checking if everything is correct and understandable. Just because she couldn't come up with that many questions on that. She decided to start with Carla to save the most interesting to last. - So Carla. I'm guessing you can type quite fast then? - Well I suppose so. I hardly never have a tight time frame to check a document. But when you work with something for a long time. You learn how to do things faster. - How long have you been doing it? - I think it's around seven years now. - Wow. I guess you think its fun then? - I do. Because I can be invited to go to different conferences and that always leads to a weekend on a hotel somewhere. The free time we get there is the best. So much fun to talk and meet others that work in the same field as me. - What's your favorite you been on so far? - Hard to choose one. But one time a meet a woman and we started to talk about a lot of things when sitting around the pool and in the sauna. It turned out we both wanted the same type of house. A red house on the countryside. With no neighbors close by. Unfortunately I don´t remember her name or what company she worked for. But it was so much fun. - Was that you?! Maria asked. - Wait what? Do you remember something like this? Carla looked surprised. - I do. I did exactly that for maybe five years ago. I travel a lot with my work, to this kind of conferences. I can't believe it's you. Wow this will be a great evening. - Absolutely. What a good start. And before we turn it to a great evening. I need to go to the bathroom. - Me too. Elliot said. - Well. I have two bathrooms. One is on the second floor. So you don't have to wait. - Perfect. We will be right back. Elliot and Carla went inside to relieve themselves. They barely got inside before Erika started to walk towards the garden. The other women followed her without knowing why she walked to the grass and then stopped. She turn around and smiled at them. - I just thought we are all wearing a summer dress. And I need to pee too, but this is a much funnier way to do it. They all looked down at Erika's legs and saw that she was peeing them. She started as soon as she turned around to face the others. Maria and Linda looked at each other and smiled before they started to pee too. What a great feeling it is to be able to just let it go down your legs like this they all thought. When done they shacked their legs to get rid of some of the pee from them. Before they went back up on the patio. A couple of minutes later Carla joined them and short after that Elliot. - So Elliot. I have never been at the sports center. Is it a gym there as well? Erika asked. - Yes there is. It's quite a big gym actually. And we have tennis courts and the have started to build bowling alleys too now. - Sound like I have to go there sometime and try it. - You are more then welcome to do so. Maybe you can come when my shift ends. Then we can to something together. - Sound great. In the pool do you have lifeguards there? - There is at least one there al the time. We take turns. So sometimes it's me who has that job. I love my work. Just because you have different things to do everyday. - That's good. Well I love to be in the pool so maybe we can use that? - Sure. And after that we can relax in the Jacuzzi. - Oh that's the perfect way to relax after a swim. I get so relaxed it them. Erika said and gave a discreet wink at Linda. Linda knew what that wink meant. Getting that relaxed could only mean she pees in it. Linda knew she would do the same thing. Erika and Linda both wanted to ask Elliot some pee related questions. But the didn't want to get to that to fast. Neither Elliot or Carla knew the others peed in the pool and liked it. Linda thought about revealing that she do pee in pools. To test the water so to speak. How would they react to that? She decided to wait and bring the pool topic back later. They talked about all kinds of topics. And Carla wanted to walk around and look at the garden. She did like to be in the garden and plant flowers. While they where standing around a apple-tree and Carla asked about what kind of apple it was and how long it will take to get some to grow. Meanwhile Linda took the opportunity too pee when Carla and Elliot was busy looking at the tree and Erika. Maria happened to look down just when Linda was almost done. But she saw what her friend did. And felt if Linda can do it, so could she. So she released her own pee and it went down her legs. They both managed to do it without the others noticing. So naughty to do it without the others unaware of what they did. They all walked around the garden for a little while before the went back to the patio. After talking about some TV programs and other things. Linda just had to ask Elliot some pee questions. Just to see how she would react to the topic. And Carla at the same time. - So Elliot. I´m sorry but I just have to ask. I was thinking if we are going to the sports center and exercise in the gym. Swim in the pool and relax in the Jacuzzi. I have to at least ask. Does it happened that the pool users are busy training and don´t want to stop unnecessarily. And just pees in it? - Well I don´t really know. It´s not like the customers tells us in the staff if they do. But I would´t be surprised if it did. Now when I think about it, I´m sure it does happened. - I see. How about the Jacuzzi? - It probably happens in there too. Some people are maybe getting a bit to relaxed in there. Others are doing it there because they can´t pee while they swim. But I´m just guessing. But for Linda. That answer sounded a bit to specific. So she decides to ask another question. - So when you have the lifeguard shift. Are you allowed to go to the bathroom? - Well yes. Of course we are. But we have to tell the cashier so they can watch over the pool while we are gone. - That´s good. If I had that shift and just had to pee. I probably would just go in the pool ha ha. This joke and at the same time truth. Was maybe a bit to much. But Linda just had to see if her suspicion was correct or not. - Eww. But at the same time not a bad idea. Carla laughed. - Ha ha. Yeah. And to be honest. That´s what I do. If I really have to. - Wow Elliot. Really? Erika asked. - Yes I do. I know I shouldn't do it as a staff member. But I can´t be bothered to ask the others to cover for me every time I have to pee. It´s just pee. Not like I´m the only one. - True. You are not alone. I always pees in the pool or in the shower afterwards. - Same here. Linda said. - Are you two serious? Carla said and looked a bit confused. - Yes we are. Like Elliot says. It´s just pee. And it´s so convenient at the same time. Erika answered. - Yeah I know. I was just kidding. I do too. Carla said and laughed. The all laughed now and Erika,Linda and Maria was glad to find out that they have two new friends to pee in the pool with. - This is great. We can be the pool peeing club. Ha ha. Linda said. - That's not a bad idea. We are now the pool peeing club. Let´s plan the first meeting. Maria laughed while she said it. - How about we do that later? All this talk about peeing has made me have to go. Erika said. Carla agreed. - So do you want to use the upstairs bathroom or the other one? Carla asked. - Oh. You can use whichever you want. I´m already going. Erika said and smiled. - Wait what? You are already going? Carla asked with a shocked face. - Yes. Look down my legs. Both Carla and Elliot looked down and saw pee coming down Erika´s legs. Their shocked faces slowly turned to smiles. Then they laughed. - What´s so funny? I just had to go and this is like what we all are doing in the pool. Just lets it go. - Yeah but this is not a pool. And the funny thing is that you look so relaxed. What about your panties? Carla asked. - Oh they dry soon. Besides panties and bikinis are not that different. Just the material. Other then that. They get just as wet. From the pool for bikinis and the washing machine for the panties. - That's a good point. But still. It´s your panties. - She´s right. I need to pee to so now when Erika is done. It´s my turn. Linda says and lets her bladder empty it self. - I might as well go too. Maria said and started to pee too. - Wow I start to think you three have had this club for some time. And it not just pools you pee in. Obviously. Elliot says and points at the two peeing women. - Maybe. Erika said and started to laugh. Maria and Linda laughed too. - Well. If this club involves this kind of thing. I better follow the founding members. Elliot said. She closed her eyes and relaxed. Soon the others could see pee started to come down her legs. This was great. She knows the feeling from going through her bikini in the shower at the gym. She liked it. This was even better. The others looked at her and smiled. And while Elliot peed they heard a sigh. But it was not Elliot. To everyone's surprise. It was Carla. They al looked down Carla's legs. And sure enough there was pee going down them as well. - What? I could´n be the only member that doesn't go all the way. Carla said with a smile. They all smiled at her. Linda, Erika and Maria was so happy. They now had two new wetting friends. They don´t need to hide anymore. They can wet themselves at much as they wanted with their friends and just enjoy it. Now when all members had wet themselves and enjoyed it. The questions for the new members continued. - So Carla. In your work. Have you seen a lot of desperation? Linda asked curiously. - Well. On long meetings it can happen. I have seen people crossing their legs and shifting in their chairs. After some longer meetings it has happened to see someone running for the bathroom. - Interesting. Any accidents? - No. I can´t remember any. Even if I didn't know how good it feels to let it go. I would still remember if someone would had wet themselves. - Ha ha that's true. Well Elliot. How about your workplace? - Oh I have seen some desperation at the gym. And a lot of people running for the bathroom. In the pool area well, you know what we do. And others do it too. So I hardly never see anyone desperate there. - Just what I suspected. Before Linda could ask her next questions. Elliot did it for her. - Accidents do happen. Not so often. But now and then it does. Most common place for people to lose control is on the trampolines. I have seen girls wet themselves on them. It´s hard to hold on if you really have to pee. It will come out sooner or later. - Oh wow that´s just wow. I would love to see that. - I know right. One time. This girl I know was on one of the trampolines and I used one of the others. We talked and jumped on them while doing some flips and what ever we came up with to get as much exercise as possible. After a while she stopped jumping and looked at me before telling me she just let some pee out. I stopped jumping too and asked if it was bad. She showed me and she was wet. I have seen worse I told her. She laughed and said. “Well if you say so. But I think I have to go and take a shower now.” I told her that she could get away with it and don´t have to worry. Lets jump five more minutes. She answered quickly. “ Sure. We are nearly alone anyway. So I can walk out with a wet patch and probably go undetected anyway.” So we keep´t jumping. And just when we decided to go to the showers. I heard her say woops. And a bigger dark patch was visible. I said it still wasn't the worst I had ever seen. So we walked to the changing room and was just about to start to get undress and get ready for the shower. I thought she was going to pee in the showers because she didn't stop at the bathroom when we walked past them. Just when I was taking my pants of she asked me if it really wasn't the biggest wet patch from a accident I seen in the gym. It really wasn't that big. So she started to laugh and said “okay. How about now?” And then her pants got even darker when she just stood there laughing while she wet herself. I just laughed and said asked why she's doing it. She just said she was wet anyway and everything is going to the wash after every workout anyway. When she was done and we were both ready for the shower I said it was the biggest wet patch I ever seen. Laughing we went to the showers where I peed. - Wow what a story. Did she ever do that again? - No. That was the only time. But she and I have been peeing in the showers together a lot of times after that. - Let´s us hope she will be there when we are there. And she will see someone else wet themselves on the trampoline as well . But I will do it on purpose. Linda laughed. - Sounds like a plan. Elliot said and joined the others in laughter. - I just have to hide the evidence from my daughter if I wet myself in the gym. Or somewhere else really. - Don´t worry Elliot. You don't have to hide for your daughter. Neither are you Carla. - Why not? I don't want her to see that her mother has wet herself. Even if she thinks it was a accident. Elliot answered. - Well. She's with our daughters. And Jenny, Sara and Lisa wets themselves on purpose too. It actually was Jenny and Sara that got me interested in trying it myself. And now I'm hooked. - Do you think Mia will try it too then? - I think so. Or she will at least see them wet themselves at some point. So I think you would be fine. - Oh I see. Well then. Maybe I will try it at the gym then. Just once at least. - Well ladies. How about we get inside now and watch some TV before we end this awesome night? Erika asked. - Sure. Sounds good. Let´s go. Both Carla and Elliot answered. - Wait. I'm just going to pee first. Linda said. All the other mothers thought this was a good idea. And soon all five of them was peeing down their legs. And the recently formed peeing in the pool club that's now need to change it´s name to something better. Peeing casually club maybe. Well they will have a lot of time to decide what the club will be called. But the first night was almost over for the members. Later when Carla was in bed she was thinking what her daughter and her friends had been doing. If she only knew how much new things her daughter had experienced. She would probably be shocked or maybe even jealous.
Morning came and Elliot was the first of the mothers to wake up. She looked around on the other members of the club still sleeping. She thought about what happened that day before. To see so many mothers wet themselves on purpose when outside like that when they needed. And on top of that. Talk about how much they like it and situations where they had experienced someone doing it or themselves. But she didn't mind at all. This was great. The freedom to go down your legs and have friends doing the same thing. None of them minded. The thing that worried her was how and when she would dare to go in front of her daughter. Even if Linda said their daughters did wet themselves as well. She was still nervous for doing it the first time. Just then Erika woke up. And the others started to woke up too. Within five minutes everyone was awake and ready to get up from their beds. Linda thought about how much she would love to be at home now so she could do her morning pee in bed. She really had to go and would never hold it if she was at home. But she knew she couldn't do it in her friends guest bed. They have all peed down there legs. But the others don't know she lets go in the bed too. They went to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. With a sandwich in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. They decided to go outside and eat on the patio. They stood side by side and just the railing to put their cups on. Linda has been looking forward to go outside like this since she woke up. Finally she could pee. She let her bladder empty it self and let her morning pee warm her legs. She could´t resist to moan in relief. The others looked over at her when she did it. They saw Linda's pee going down her legs and started to laughed. It was time for the first club pee. This was the first day for them all to do it first thing in the morning like this. One by one they joined Linda. All members now had pee going down their legs and it was great. What a feeling to start a new day with. When everyone was mid stream. The mail carrier came to deliver the morning paper. The members didn't worry. It was maybe ten meters or so to the mailbox and the railing will probably hide what they are doing. So the just continued the pee. The girl delivering the paper saw them and waved. Linda shouted god morning to her, now finished peeing. And the girl responded. Then she just stood there looking at the mothers. Linda was now the only one that didn't pee. Erika thought maybe the girl wants to talk to her about something to do with the mail. She just had to let the last spurt of pee out first. When she was done she shook her legs a bit trying to be discreet doing so. Carla, Elliot and Maria was done peeing to now. They staid on the patio while Erika started to walk to the girl. When she was close to the girl she smiled. - God morning. Nice day isn't it? - God morning. It really is. - It looks like you wanted to say something and as I live here I thought I might as well ask. - Well yea sorry for staring. I'm not that good at talking with people yet. I'm new on this route. And when I saw all of you standing there enjoying the morning. I didn't know if I should introduce myself or not. I guess it took me too long to decide. - Don't worry. You are just trying do be nice and start the new route with a good impression. And you do. You looked so happy waving at us. - Thank you. Well some of you had a big smile and others where really enjoying the morning by closing their eyes and just let the morning feeling sink in. And to be honest I was a bit jealous about it. - I don't blame you. Even if the weather is nice. It would be even nicer if you didn't have to work in it. - Yeah I would love to be free today. Oh by the way I'm Ashley. - Erika. Nice to meet you. And I might as well get the others down her to meet you too. You are going to deliver to most of them anyway. Erika turned to the others and let them know she wanted them to come. When everyone was there they introduced themselves to Ashley. The other mothers described where they lived just so Ashley knew who lived in what house. They talked about their jobs and what ever they felt like. Just to get to know each other better. - Well. I better get back to work now. But you are all so nice. I don't want to leave. - You are really nice too. Would love to talk al day. Erika said. - Maybe I can come here when I'm not working and just hang out with you and everybody else here if you want too. - Of course we do. All the mothers said as one. - Great. Looking forward to it. Yeah I really have to go now. So everyone can get their morning paper. And I actually start to feel like I need to pee if I'm honest. - Oh I see. Is that way they have given you dark blue pants? Just to hide it, in case you can't hold it. Erika said and laughed. - Ha ha. Never thought about it like that. But you never know how they think when coming up with the colors for working clothes. Ashley laughed too. - Good when its raining and nobody knows if it's pee or water. And now when it hot your legs will dry fast and your shorts color hide the evidence what happened. Erika continued to joke and at the same time say what she thought Ashley should do. - Ha ha yea. It looks like some of you has done just that. Your legs are wet. Ashley said and pointed at Carla,Maria and Elliot's legs laughing. - Oh that. We just took a shower and didn't feel like we had to dry ourselves when the sun can do the work for us. Carla replayed in a bit of a panic. She wasn't ready to let others than members in the club know about her wettings. - I see. Clever. I have to try that sometime. Well have a nice day. See you around. Ashley said and waved goodbye to the mothers. When Ashley was out of earshot Carla turned to the others and looked shocked. - She saw what we had done. She saw the pee. - Calm down. She said it as a joke. I don't think she understood that it really was pee. And even if she did. It was a laugh for her. She didn't look disgusted or anything. She just smiled and laughed with us. Not against us. And you saw how she took my joke about the clothes. - Yeah but you didn't joke. You really wanted her to just let it go. - Well maybe a little. I just said what I should have done. And now when we are alone again. I can do just that. Ahh. A small trickle was coming down her legs. Erika just stood there and smiled. - You really are such a peester. Elliot said. - Peester? What's that. Linda asked. - Well she is a tease others about pee. So she's a peester. - What a great word. Never heard that before. - I'm not sure it exist or if I came up with it just now. But it fits. - It really does. Carla said. They went back to the patio and started to talk about all sorts of things. They never told each other when they peed. The just did it when they felt like it. Sometimes they saw another member pee and just smiled at how casual everyone is with this. - Well girls should we get ready to go to Linda's in time to start dinner with our daughters? - Sounds like a plan. Time to get dressed properly. Elliot said. They all went inside and started to put the bedding in the wash basket and clean up after their great evening and night. Then it was time to get dressed and head out. All the members looked over at Erika where a splashing sound was heard. She was holding her shorts in front of her looking at them and just stood there and peed at the same time. - So now you are peeing on the floor as well? Carla asked a bit surprised. - Yeah. I felt I had some left and thought I'm going too mop the floor anyway so no harm in letting it go. Besides we are the pee casually club. - Well yes we are. But we have just done it outside before. - That's why I wanted to try it inside as well. But I didn't want to go through my shorts. Not yet anyway. But through my panties is nice and they will be hidden by my shorts. - Sounds like a plan. Linda said and started to pee too. - Might as well join in. Maria said and did just that. - Good choice. Anyone else need to go? Just take this chance and do it. There is puddles on the floor anyway. Carla and Elliot looked at each other, smiled and let go too. When everyone was done. Erika gave everyone a towel to wipe their puddles with. She didn't want to risk the floor getting stained. - Well then. Lets go to my place then. Linda said. And all the members in the pee casually club went out the door. Morning came at Linda's house and Jenny was the first to wake up. She was spooning Sara and felt Lisa's hand on her back. She smiled and let her morning pee go. She moaned when she felt the warmth spreading through her panties and in the bed under her. Sara woke up when she could feel her lovers morning pee. She just smiled. When she thought Jenny was done. It was her turn to go. So she did. Jenny felt the bed get wetter and knew it was not because of her pee anymore. She slowly moved her left hand down to Sara's panties and started to touch her from behind while Sara continued to pee. Jenny felt the warm pee ran though her fingers and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling as much as possible. Sara moaned when the felt the touch from her lover and also because it was so nice to wet the bed. Suddenly Jenny felt Lisa's hand move. If she was awake our not she didn't know. But she soon found out. When she felt Lisa kissing her neck. Lisa was spooning her while she spooned Sara and felt her pee on her hand. Lisa came a little closer to her and gave her another kiss. Before she whispered in Jenny's ear” God morning”. And soon Jenny could feel Lisa had started to pee too now. Just when Sara's came to an end. This was like a dream. How lucky they where to have it like this. Lisa kept kissing Jenny's neck while she peed. Until she was empty. Lisa started to take of her panties and when they were of. She started to get Jenny's off. She then slowly started to climb over Jenny and stayed on top of her. They started to grind their pussy's against each other. Jenny took one hand and placed it on Sara's breast and started to touch it. Meanwhile Lisa took one of her hands down to Sara's pussy and started to finger her. They started to moan and Sara came first. Followed by Jenny and Lisa. Who both moaned so high when they came the woke both Rachael and Mia up. They both sat up and saw Lisa on top of Jenny. - Looks like you started this day in the best way possible. Mia said and smiled at her friends. - Yeah. The memories from yesterday made me so horny. Lisa said while she caught her breath. - You are not the only one. I have been dreaming about us peeing together all night. Rachael said before she climbed on top of Mia. Mia looked deep in Rachael's eyes and couldn't resist to smile and pulled Rachael closer so they could kiss. After a long kiss Rachael just sat on Mia with a big smile. She then closed her eyes and started to pee. Mia felt what her friend was doing and had to pull her closer so they could kiss while Rachael peed on her. While kissing Mia moved her hand down to her friends panties. To feel the pee coming through the fabric was fantastic. She got even wetter. And it wasn't just from pee. When Rachael finally was empty. Mia looked at her and smiled before telling her it was her turn now. So the girls just rolled over to Rachael's side of the bed and now Mia was on top. They had just move in to position when Mia let go. It was now Rachael's time to return the favor. She was touching her friends panties for a while. Before she put her hand inside the panties. She kissed Mia and touched her in just the right spot. Mia had not even stopped to pee before she came. With the remaining pee she moved in too position to let it go right on her friends pussy. This was the last thing Rachael needed and she came hard. Mia staid on top of her with a big smile. Jenny, Lisa and Sara started to clap their hands to show how much they liked the show. Everyone was just laying and enjoying the experience they just had. Enjoying each others body's from time to time as well. - Now girls. We have been laying here for a long time now. So maybe we should get up and make breakfast. Jenny said. - Sounds good to me. Mia said. - Well before we do that. I think I need to take a shower first. Someone wet the bed this morning ha ha. - Weird. Someone wet my bed too. Rachael said and laughed. - Do anyone remember I said I have a plan for this morning? - Yes I do. Mia said. - Okay. I have given everyone a number. And the way this works is. You say a number between one and five. And the one that has the number you choose. Will be your shower buddy. And because we are uneven one of us will be lucky to shower twice with another friend or lover if you are really lucky. Everyone loved this idea. And the girls ended up in pairs. Jenny and Mia. Rachael and Lisa. Rachael was the lucky one who would shower twice. Lisa first then with Sara. Jenny and Mia was first. So the went in the shower. Meanwhile the other girls was laying in bed and talked while they waited. Soon they heard Mia laugh followed by Jenny. When they came out of the shower they both smiled and said next couple. - What was so funny in there? Lisa asked. - Well we had a bit of fun in there. Touching each other and peeing together. Jenny said. - Oh I see. Sounds fun. So Rachael be ready we are going to have a nice shower together too. - Fine by me. Rachael replayed and sprinted towards the shower. The others laughed at how keen she was. After sometime they heard Lisa's loud moan. - Sounds like they really enjoy each other in there. Mia said with a smile. After some time Lisa came back to the room with a big smile. Looking at Sara and showed her it was her turn. So she walked in to the bathroom to join Rachael in the shower. - So what did you two do in there? Sounded like you really enjoyed it. Jenny asked curiously. - You didn't say much about what you did so I'm not going too either. What I can say is we did just what you did. It was a lot of touching and some peeing of course. Rachael and Sara was the couple who took the longest time to get back in the room. When they both finally got back to the room. Both with a big smile on their faces. They gave each other a hug and kissed before the girls started to finally get dressed. The girls went down stairs and started to make breakfast. When they had eaten it was later in the day then the thought. Maybe the morning fun lasted a bit to long. No that can't be it. That sort of fun can never take to much time. The girls was just watching some TV. They planed to go outside soon. When it knocked on the door. - May as well go outside now when I have to open the door. Jenny said before turning the TV off and the other girls followed her to the door. When she opened the door, their mothers was standing there. - Hi girls. Having a good time? Linda asked. - Yes we do. Thank you. And how about you mom? - Oh it has been great. Lots of talking and getting to know each other quite well. - That's nice. So what's the plan for today then? - We came here so we could maybe do some food and eat dinner together. If that's okay? - Great idea. Lets do that. But can we eat a bit later? We had a late breakfast. - Uh sure. We can just talk and enjoy the sun for awhile. They all went outside and was standing in the front of the house. They talked for a bit about the day before without getting in to the naughty details. Erika told the daughters that they planned to go to the gym one day because Elliot was working there. They all thought that sounded alright and agreed to join them. Maybe not the first time but if the decide it's good enough for a second visit. They were open to come with them. Then they heard the mailbox lid slam down. They turned to see why. And saw Ashley standing there waving at them. - Hi again. On your way back home now? Linda asked. - Hi. Yes. I take one side of the street when I'm starting my shift and the other on the way home. - I see. Have you had time to pee yet? - Yes I have. Ashley said and started to laugh. Pointing at her pants before she waved and started to walk away. Carla went close to Linda and asked if she thought Ashley really wet herself or just joked about it. Linda didn't know what to think. Their daughters was really confused. Jenny walked closer to her mother. - What was that about? - I will tell you later. Linda replayed.
The girls started to prepare for dinner. They walked to the back of the house and Linda lit the grill. When she turned towards her new friends and their daughters she felt happiness. She knows it's not a dream. But it really felt like one. All the new friends and on top of that she have found something , the feeling it gives her and as a bonus it turns her on too. Even better is she can do it with everyone there around her without hesitation. What she didn't know was that her daughter and her friends took it one step farther. They not only wet themselves but they peed on each other and used their hands and tongues to get each other to come as well. Secretly Linda has fantasized about Erika, Rachel and herself doing the same thing. She thought it would be one step to far for Carla and Elliot. But they have surprised her before so who knows. Maybe one day she will experience this fantasy of hers with one or more of her friends. The pee casual club is way better then she ever thought would happen in her life. So if the just peed and wet themselves together she is more than happy with that. Soon it was time to but the steaks on the grill. And while they waited for the food to be ready they all threw a Frisbee to each other. They casual talk was mixed with some jokes. When Linda walked back to the grill to see if the steaks where done her daughter soon followed her. - Mum. I really have to pee now. I need to go. - Why are you telling me? You knew you can just let it go. Well I don't mined if you tell me of course. We both do it so its perfectly normal. - I know I can wet myself. But not everyone here wet themselves. - Yes they do. Every single one here has wet themselves on purpose. - What? They have? So Carla, Elliot and Maria has done it too? - Yes they have. In fact when we drank our morning coffee today on the patio. We all took our morning pee standing there. Just letting the pee flow down our legs. It was great. And if that isn't enough to convince you we all peed on the floor in Erika's bedroom when changing clothes. - Wow. That's sounds to good to be true. - Trust me. We really did it. And they like it. I will bring it up when we eat. So you can hear for yourself what we did and what we have started as well. - Great looking forward to it. Well then. Now when I know its free game to keep going like we have done the last couple of days. I can't hold it anymore. - Go for it. Linda said with a smile. Just seconds later pee was flowing down Jenny's legs and her short darkened quickly between her legs. She been holding it for some time. So she really had to go. Linda smiled at her daughter before she took the plate with steaks and walked towards the table. When she was putting down the plate she told the others in a high voice that the dinner was ready. And they would eat as soon as Jenny was done peeing. Jenny felt a bit embarrassed for her mother to tell the others what she was doing. But when she saw the others just looking at her and smiled. The embarrassment disappeared and she could enjoy the feeling of letting it go. When she was almost done everyone except for Carla was sitting around the table. Carla looked, smiled and winked at her. Jenny gave her a smile back when she saw Carla's legs glister with pee. She just had to give Carla a thumbs up and a even bigger smile. Before she began to walk to take a seat. Now everyone was sitting except of Carla. But nobody said anything about it. They all knew what she was doing so they just waited for her to finish. Soon she was done and because she felt like it she let a moan out before sitting down. The others just smiled and some of them even laughed a bit. - Well I thought now would be a good time to talk about what we all did this morning and yesterday. So we can really enjoy ourselves as much as possible. Linda said. - Sure. I think my daughter has figured it out already. Carla said with a laugh. Soon they all talked about all the peeing they have done. But the daughters did not talk about how the made each other come or the bed wetting. They all thought it was best to save that for later when their mothers seemed ready to hear about it. Even if Linda already knew about Sara and Jenny she didn't know that all the others daughters also did the same thing. When they gone through most of the peeing related things they all done and a lot of laughs on the way. When it went quite for the first time in half an hour. A hiss could be heard. - Well I think it's time to tell you about our new club. Erika said while she peed in her chair. - Love to hear about the club and the hiss from you. Linda said and laughed. The others joined in and started to laugh too. - So this was an idea we got yesterday when we where peeing down our legs. We felt like a secret club with a special secret. So we thought why not start a club? Erika said still peeing. - Interesting. Tell us more. Mia said. - Well we thought a fitting name for a club where the members pees down their legs and wet themselves pretty much everywhere they felt like it if the owner of the place said it was okay to wet there. Was the pee casual club. Erika said when her bladder finally was empty. - What a great name. Sara shouted. - It is. And I think the member count just doubled. Am I right? Linda asked. All the daughters said yes with big smiles. Followed by another hiss. This time it came from Mia. Elliot looked at her daughter and just smiled. She was happy to see her let it go and enjoy it without being ashamed about it. This is the way a summer should be. Enjoying yourself and can do what you like to do without anyone judging you for doing it. We all really living the summer dream right now. Elliot felt she could pee but it wasn't much. So she decided to hold it for a while longer. She wanted to feel it going down her legs for a longer time than what it would have done if she let go right now. It will be so much better when you have to wait for it a bit more. Mia on the other hand already felt the lovely feeling that comes from a wetting. Although it was soon over when her bladder had no more to release. Oh the warmth around her ass and around her pussy was great. She loved the feeling. It will be hard not the wet herself when the summer is over. But that will be a later problem to take care of. For now she and her friends can enjoy themselves as much as the want and can. Rachael started to feel the need now. And she already knew Jenny, Carla, Erika and her mother had already wet themselves. She decided that even do she don't have do go that bad it was time to officially join the club. And soon she felt her ass getting wet and her shorts got darker. It wasn't hissing so she didn't think anyone knew what she was doing. But she thought it would be a nice surprise for the others to see her wet ass when they stand up. If her shorts doesn't dry before then. Meanwhile Jenny felt like re wetting her shorts. She really had to push just to get a short spurt to come out. But it was enough for her to feel it and that was all that mattered. Jenny looked over at Sara. The girls smiled at each other and Sara thought she knew that what her lover had done. She loved this moments. She didn't have to go yet. But she loved to see Jenny wet or re wet herself. She also was looking forward to later tonight when she hopes they will make each other come. Just the thought about it made her wet and ready to come. Oh the temptation to touch Jenny's pussy was strong. But she had to wait and it will be worth it. Mia had to ask the others. She can't be the only one with concerned about the colder days that will come. - So girls. I'm a bit worried that when summer is over its going to be hard not to get the feeling to wet myself I think. Does anyone else feel the same thing? - I'm a bit worried about that. But I have a plan to keep doing it from time to time all year around. Sara said. - Oh do tell. Maybe it's something I can do as well. - It's simple really. When I know it wash day I will stand in the shower and just wet myself. That way I can get the feeling and the clothes gets washed soon afterwards. Plus no one will know what I have done. Well you will know what I have done on wash days mum. - Oh that's okay darling. If I can I will do the same thing. We can do it more in the open if only you and me are at home. - Really? How much more open? - Well. As you know, everyone that slept at our house last night peed on the floor. So we can do that somewhere. And after that just mop the floor. - Wow love that idea mum. Thank you. - Well I like it as well so it's not just for you. Erika said with a laugh. - I like that plan. I will do that on wash day as well if I can. On the floor is probably taking it to far. But I would love to do that too. Mia really wanted to do it on the floor sometime. - Well darling. You are welcome to wet yourself in the shower before we wash our clothes. I will probably do the same thing from time to time. And I can promise that I will let you do it on the floor at least one time before the winter is over. But only if we are alone and that you won't be surprised to see me doing it too. Agreed? - Really mum? Yes I would love to try it with you sometime. And meanwhile I will wet myself every wash day I can. - Sounds good to me. And you will not be the only one all the time either. - This is great to hear. Everyone so far will keep on wetting. And well I will also copy your plans. Rachael said. - I don't know if I want to do it in the winter. But I don't know how I feel about it when the time for indoor days comes back. Carla said. - Mum I think after a while you want do to it too. Especially when you know I have done it. - You are probably right. But no wetting on the floor in any other room than the bathroom. In there you can just use your towel and dry it up with before we start the washing machine. - That's fine. I'm more than happy that you even suggest the bathroom floor. What Carla didn't say was she had a surprise for her daughter that she has thought about since this discussion started. But she wanted to see the reaction when she tells her out of the blue when they are back at home. - Jenny and I will probably do what we had already done a couple of times. We have both wet ourselves in the kitchen. And our beds. Jenny was shocked. Her friends all knew about it and they have all been doing it too. But none of the other mothers knew about it. Even if they would never sleep in a bed in their house. She don't want them to think they have taken it to far. - What? You wet the bed? On purpose? Erika asked a bit shocked. - Jenny and Sara did it first. But I thought I liked to wet myself after they inspired me to try that. So I gave the bed wetting a try and liked that as well. None of us does it everyday. Its just something we do from time to time when we wake up really horny. - Mum! - Sorry darling. But I think everyone here knows that wetting turns us on. - Yea I think we knows and it turns us on as well so you don't have to worry. Elliot said. - So when you slept at my house. Was it hard not to wet the bed? - No Erika it wasn't. I thought about how nice it would have been if I could just let it go. Because I really had to pee. But I have to say that the morning started even better. To see my friends just standing beside me and wetting themselves. - Just had to ask. And you are right this morning was great. They others agreed. It was the best morning they had for a very long time. - So Mia. Bed wetting? How many times have you done it? - Mum. I only slept one night here. So twice. - Twice? Did you wake up in the middle of the night? - No. We wet the bed before we went to sleep and again when we woke up. - We? So all of you wet the bed? - Yes we did. We where two in each bed. And both of us peed. - Wow. That sounds like it would be so wet. None of you had a hard time to fall asleep? - No not at all. We did fall asleep in minutes after we peed. All the daughters started to laugh. The mothers looked at each other and shocked their heads. They thought about asking why they laughed but decided not to. - Well how about we clear the table and throw a bit more with the Frisbee? Jenny suggested. - Why not. We can talk at the same time. Lets start with the dishes. Short after they where done they stood in a circle and started to throw the Frisbee again. - So does anyone have any suggestions to what we should do this evening? Jenny asked. - How about some Yatzy? Mia suggested. - Okay we have a suggestion. Anyone else? No more suggestions came. Everyone thought it would be a god way to end this day. - How about we play it on the outdoor furniture? Maria asked. - Sure. I don't think its going to be cold. Linda replied. - That's good. I hoped we could sit there so if we need to pee. We don't have to stop. - Wow Maria. You really start to get in to this. - Honestly I have wet myself for a while. So I used to it. - And if we keep doing this together you will not be alone. I have started to get used to it too. - Well there is worse things to get used to. Maria said with a laugh. Jenny throw the Frisbee a bit to hard at her mother. So hard she missed it and it landed on the gravel path leading to the house. When Linda had bent down and picked it up. She hold it in her hands before she shouted to the others “Pee break!” She let go of her bladder after holding it since they ate. Her shorts got darker between her legs and pee was going down her legs. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm feeling. Mid flow she heard a voice behind her. - So you wasn't joking when you told me my pants was dark enough to hide the pee if I wet myself. You really suggested me to do it. - Oh. Hi Ashley.
And the story everyone thought would never continue is back once again. Yes this story will end but not yet hehe. So more wettings from mothers and their adult daughters are coming your way if you want it. - Don't hi me just like what you are doing is something everyone does. - Sorry. I just didn't know how to make this less awkward. So I just said something. - Maybe you will come up with something better when you have finished. - Maybe. But I just stopped when I heard your voice. So I'm not going anymore, and as you notices I still don't have a good answer. - Well just finish then. Let the rest out so you don't have to fight the need anymore. Take your mind of it. - What? You want me to keep going? - I mean, I have already seen you wet yourself quite a bit. So to see you finish won't shock me more then I already are. - If you say so. It's hard to hold it, after being forced to stop it out of panic. - Just go. Let it go now so you can explain to me why you suggested me to that earlier today. Linda did what Ashley told her. She let the rest out. She felt her panties and shorts get wet and warm again. But this time she just felt relief, she couldn't enjoy the feeling and get turned on by it. Something about being caught in the act by someone she just met and suggested to do what she was doing right now the first thing she did. Linda didn't really know if Ashley was irritated or even angry. Finally she was done peeing. But a worrying feeling took over now when her need was gone. Ashley saw the stream end and when just a couple of drops came from Linda's shorts, she thought it was now time to get an answer to all this. - Feeling better now? - Well I don't need to go anymore but I'm not feeling better. - Then how do you thing I feel? To know that someone I basically just met tried to make me wet myself. - I don't no. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to push you to do this on purpose. - Then why did you say it at all? - It started as a joke. But just because we had just wet ourselves when you stopped and looked at us. I started to think maybe I can suggest it as a joke. We all like the feeling of just letting it go through our clothes. So I thought I give you a hint about how nice and warm it feels to do it. I don't really know what I was thinking. I'm sorry if I made you angry. - Wait we? So it really was pee I saw on the other four legs. - Yes it was. We just took our morning pee down our legs. In fact some of us was still going when you waved at us. - Wow. I can hardly believe it. Five women wets themselves just for fun. - Well it's not just for fun. We get turned on by it as well. - Eww. To much information. - Sorry. I just wanted to be honest with you. I feel so bad for hinting you to do the same. - In one way I appreciates your honesty and at the same time I wish I didn't just heard that five women I going to deliver mail to. Get turned on by wetting themselves. - Well to be even more honest. Our daughters does it as well. - No way. So all teen of you here wet yourself for pleasure? - Yes we do. May as well tell you the whole truth. - I see. - You looked shocked. Are you okay? - I just don't know how to take all this in. - I can understand that. But can I ask you a question? - Well I don't know how good answer you will get but sure. - Why did you come here? Sorry that sounded rude. I didn't mean it like that. I'm happy you are here. You seems to be a nice person. And I really hopped to get to know you more after our first meeting. But I couldn't imagine we should meet like this. And I do understand if you walk away but if you do. Please don't tell anyone about what we do and like. - I know what you mean. And thanks for the compliment. The reason I came here was because the weather was so nice, that a walk felt just right. So when I started to walk I thought why not see if you and your friends where still out. I don't know why but I wanted to get to know you and the others a bit better to have something to talk about when I do my mail round. - That's so nice. Well I don't know how you feel about that know when you know what we do? - I'm not really sure. But I know I will give you a chance. Because you were so nice to me, even if you tried to make me wet myself. - Yeah. Again I'm sorry about that. - Apology accepted. Don't worry about it. You just suggested it and didn't force me. - I would never force anyone to do it or anything else they don't want to. - Glad to hear it. - One more question I just have to ask. - Go for it. - Why did you point at your shorts earlier when I asked if you had time to pee? - I just thought I continue the joke you made. - Makes sense. So were did you go? You don't have to answer that. But you know I like peeing. - Its okay. I just went behind a big bush on the side of the walkway. And no, not through my shorts or panties. - Well that's just a little bit disappointing. Bet it felt great to let it go anyway. - It really did. I'm not as extreme as you. But I like to pee outside from time to time. Linda was glad Ashley was okay with her and the others fetish. She lead Ashley to the others and started to introduce everyone to her. - Okay girls. I think you all wondering what we talked about for so long. And just to let you all know. She is okay with our little thing. She likes to pee outside but not like us. But we are glad she is okay with us wetting ourselves and she will be a new friend for all of us. Sounds great right? Everyone said yes. They where so glad to know that they could keep on wetting themselves just like before even with Ashley there. Mia didn't wasted time. She been holding it since Ashley walked up to Linda. She was to nervous to let it go and be seen with pee going down her legs as well as Linda's. But now when she know it's okay. The pee came fast and strong. It almost straight away went through her panties and shorts before is started to go down her legs. Ashley saw it immediately. - I must say it look so natural when you do that. I didn't see any sign that you had to push. - Well it has become natural for all of us. So we don't need to push anymore. In the beginning yes but not know. Now its just.. ahhh ...comes. And it feels so ..ahhh... good. - I can see Linda didn't lie. You really enjoy that and I think I can even see that you are bit turned on. - You are absolutely right. Its... ahh ...wonderful feeling. Feeling the pee going down your legs its such a turn on. Ahhh. - Glad you can enjoy it even with me here. - Just because I know you are okay with it. But now I'm done. - Not that it is my thing but thanks for the show. - No problem. My pleasure. Mia said with a laugh. - I bet it was. Ashley said with a smile. The girls decided it was better to get to know Ashley a bit more then continue with the Frisbee. They talked about movies, music and just what they all liked to do when they had some spare time. Beyond wetting themselves like most of the girls did when ever they got the chance. Jenny thought it was a good thing they haven't told there mothers that she and her friends had made each other come with both fingers and tongues. And not just in bed either. Maybe it was a long shoot. But she hoped that sometime in the future Lisa and Ashley would have some fun together. Lisa was the only one without someone on her own to play with. If it will happen the group would be perfect. And even more then perfect if Rachael and Mia became a couple and not just friends with benefits. And Lisa and Ashley as well. Three couples of young girls having fun together that's more then she ever dream about. Jenny's thoughts was interrupted of a hiss. It was Erika who had started to wet herself. Her hiss was loud enough that everyone was looking at her. Erika didn't care, she closed her eyes and moaned. She didn't know why. But she felt even more turned on then she used to. Maybe it was because Ashley was there and to do it in font of someone that had not seen her do it before but okay with it probably helped. She don't feel any need to do it in front of strangers. That would be to take it one step too far. But now she was so turned on and really looked forward to the night. She fantasized about laying in bed masturbating with all her friends around her. She knew that Ashley wont be there when it happened but she really felt horny thinking about it anyway. - Wow. Sounds like she is about to orgasm. Ashley said a bit surprised about how much Erika enjoyed herself. - It wont be the first time for anyone here to do that. Either when we pee or after. Linda said. - When you pee? - Yes. Sometimes we like to touch ourselves when we are peeing to have a more intense orgasm. - I have never done that. I have touched myself sometimes in the shower. And I do pee in there. But I always pee first and when I'm about to get done in there I start to think that I should give myself an orgasms since I'm horny. Not every time of course but it does happen from time to time. But I don't think its the peeing that turns me on. Because I always pee in there. Sorry. Got carried away there. - No that's fine. Glad to hear it. We are glad you are comfortable enough to talk about it with us. - Well I don't think anything I do can shock any of you. So why not say what I do. You have told me how you get yourself off. - Ahh. And when you feel comfortable enough around us you will probably see one if not all of us orgasm at some point. Erika said still peeing. - Well that doesn't come as a complete surprise. Maybe one day I will be comfortable enough to see that. - Even if you don't. We are happy the way it is now. Erika said when her pee finally stopped. - You are absolutely right. Maria said with a smile. And soon a new hiss was heard when Maria decided to let it go. Her shorts got dark between her legs slowly at first before they couldn't take anymore and her pee started to go down her legs down to her feet. She stood with her legs tight together to feel as much as possible when the pee came down them. - Did everyone one needed to pee when I arrived and stopped the fun for you or what? One by one you are all wetting yourselves. - Maybe. Maria said with a smile just when her pee moment came to an end. - Haha. I just have to laugh. This is so weird. I'm standing here with so many women with peed shorts. It really is a fun sight. And just to be clear it's not weird in a bad way. I like that you are all so open about this and just enjoys it. - It is a bit funny now when you mention it. Here we are. All adults and wet ourselves for pleasure. Carla said laughing. - Well not everyone. Ashley said and joined in laughing. - No you are right. But we are so happy to see you are having a good time with us even though we are weird. Elliot said also laughing. - Weird is a very personal opinion. Nothings is weird for everyone on the planet. Just more or less weird. And I honestly think this is not that weird now when I have seen it happen in front of me so casual. - Funny you say that. We have actually started a club. The peeing casually club. - That's so funny. I really like that name. It fits. - We thought so as well. - So it starts to get late. But I have to ask. What are you planing on doing the rest of the evening? Well Ashley we are going to go inside and watch a movie. Maybe play a board game. Before it's time for bed. Our daughters have a sleepover here and the rest of us have one at Erika's place. - Sounds fun. Well after being here with you all I have no doubt it will be. - So you had fun with us then? That's so nice to hear. - I can't lie. A had a blast with you all. - Aww that's so nice of you to say. Will you come to visit us again? - No doubt I will. And probably soon. All the girls shouted yes at the same time. - Okay girls before we go in and says goodbye to our new friend Ashley here. Let all have a pee. So we give her a real memories from her first time with us. Erika said. And soon pee darkened all the girls shorts. Even if some of them had already peed the could get some more out. Carla on the other hand had hold it for sometime no just to enjoy it more. The pee that came down her legs looked like a waterfall. Everyone closed their eyes and enjoyed the felling. One by one the opened them again when their pee came to and end. Until it was just Carla who was still going. She smiled and even licked her lips while going. Slowly it came to a and. And with a loud moan Carla opened her eyes and was meet by all her friends smiling at her. - Thanks girls. I don't think I will ever forget this moment. - And many more will come. Linda said with a big smile. - Well girls. Time for me to go. Thank you so much for letting me be part of this so to speak. Even if I just watched. - You are welcome and please come back soon. - I will. Maybe I will be here again tomorrow. - Sounds great. Erika said. - Well bye girls. Ashley said and waving at her new friends. Bye all the girls said as one. Ashley turned around and started her walk home. She didn't come far before Jenny ran after her and took one hand on her shoulder. - Sorry but one more thing. Lets get back to the others if that's okay? - Sure. I'm curious about what you have in store. - You will soon find out. Back at the others. Jenny gather the others before she revealed what she been thinking. - So I had to drag you back here. Because I have to know one more thing before we call it for today. - Okay. This sounds interesting. Ashley responded. - So my question is. Would you please stay over night with us? - Hm let me think about it. The others waited for a answer and the hoped she would say yes. And if she does say yes. It will be interesting to see how she reacts to the rest the girls do with pee and each other. Ashley had taken her righ hand up under her chin and looked like she was in deep thoughts. Then suddenly the girls saw her shorts get darker between her legs before pee was going down her legs. The girls smiled bigger then they have ever done during the day. Ashley was wetting herself just like them. As soon as Ashley saw that everyone has noticed what she was doing she started to smile. It did feel good to feel the pee warm her panties and shorts before it came down her legs. Now she knew why the other girls liked this and turned them on. She was really horny herself now. When her flow came to and end. She smiled even more before she answered Jenny's question. - I will !
this is the other guys side of a conversation I been having by email with a guy I met online. he is 18. lost contact with him due to his abusive dad forcing him to work every waking second he is not in school. guess dad figured out son was getting advice from somebody so cut off son from the outside world by working him to death. I am really worried about him. Yeah I got my computer taken away for not doing some chores. I have a few weights at home, you??? I don't have a Gym membership, but I've always wanted one. I got bored of swimming. Do u play any sports beside wrestling? Do you like it? I don't have any tank tops. Do you like tank tops? If my dads around I have to be fully clothed. I don't have any other underwear besides briefs. What about you? what kind of underwear do you prefer? I like watching movies to! I don't really take anything for my anxiety. When I'm not at school (like summers, weekend, evenings) and I'm at home I'm allowed to wear a polo and cargo shorts. When we go out during the day I have to put some pants on (either jeans of khakis). If we go out at night I will wear a dress shirt. On Sundays I wear a shirt and tie. My school has a uniform. Does yours? what do you wear to school? He has lots of rules like saying yes sir no sir yes ma'am no ma'am to adults. Do you have any rules??? I don't lift much anymore. I want to start up again. I used do be on a swim team, but I've recently quit. My dad is pretty strict, he tells me what to wear and when to wear it. He has lots of rules. I really only ever go shirtless when he's not home, otherwise I typically wear a polo and cargo shorts. For fun I like to run or swim. What do you like to do for fun?? Do you go shirtless out and about?? I lift occasionally! I deal with mine mainly by exercise or yoga. wbu? (that is where he was talking about dealing with his anxiety. ) I think its amazing you long you can hold it. I never even thought to try and stretch my bladder so I won't have to pee as much as I do! Yeah if I drink to much before I go to bed my stomach starts to feel upset. Ive never tried to go to bed with a full bladder, Ive always gone before I go to sleep. You seem really nice as well. I'll suggest that punishment to him vs. all the other horrible punishments he puts me through. I go to a small high school. Do you go to a big high school? Ive been doing all the workouts you suggest! Thanks a lot, its really helping me get back into lifting. I wish my dad let me show off my build like yours. Im allowed to run in shorts, thankfully. Wow you can run with a full bladder?? does it hurt?? Its hard to show your package in briefs. I've been lucky and thankfully I've never been hard during inspection! You?? I'll try your underwear suggestion. Yeah I have a few friends I visit, you?? When I get in trouble my dad gets me up at 5am on Saturday, I have to shower/shave, put on a shirt and tie, and sit in his office and write lines or papers all day. I hate having to do that! Do you have to do any chores? wow! Thats pretty cool you can go so long with out having to pee. I should see if I could start to stretch mine. Unfortunately we don't have a weight room at my school. I wish we did. I don't like to feel full in my stomach when going to sleep. Yeah I go out and about often. Do you??? If I go for a run, I'll take my shirt off, but never while out and about. I wouldn't want any of my dads friends to see me and tell him, or else I would. I know I would get in so much trouble. He inspects everything I wear from head to toe everyday. I have drop my pants all the time for him to make sure I'm wearing white briefs. I try to drink a gallon or two a day. I don't drink anything other than water and maybe some sport drinks. What about you??? Ive never tried to hold off when i needed to pee. When I'm sent to my room i'm allowed to go to the bathroom when I have to pee. My dad doesn't really explain his rules to me. I just follow them, because i know if i don't, it will be bad! I don't take anything for my anxiety, just natural cures. Ive never thrown up. I have to wear jeans and boots when i mow. I am pretty much soaked when I'm done. I like all those shows to! I typically don't drink very much before bed because i don't like to feel full while i sleep. I will try your suggestions. Thanks. have to pee like every hour! I drink lots of water, and I hate the feeling of a full bladder. He wants me to be very modest in our house and out in public. The polos are my size, its just they all are pretty boxy, so i can't really show off my build. My dumbbells are not fixed, they can be adjusted from 10 pounds up to like 80. I jack occasionally. The chore I didn't do was mow the yard. Yes he makes me wear pants even when its hot. With my anxiety I occasionally will have a panic attack, but usually it just effects my stomach. What movies/TV do like watching? Wow! You take your training very seriously. I couldn't imagine not peeing all the time! Im not really allowed to show much skin. Im forced to wear baggy polos (with undershirts) all the time. My dad is crazy strict with my academies! What about you? The only weights i have are a few dumb bells. Wow! You take your training very seriously. I couldn't imagine not peeing all the time! Im not really allowed to show much skin. Im forced to wear baggy polos (with undershirts) all the time. My dad is crazy strict with my academies! What about you? The only weights i have are a few dumb bells. Yeah I'm really interested in developing discipline, and stretching my bladder! No I usually do not drink that much before bed, but now I'm starting to. I went to church today, so I didn't get to enjoy my wood this morning. Yeah my dad sees me in briefs before shower a lot because he wakes me up every morning. He's seen me hard often, just not during inspection. I think he might feel that I'm disrespecting him, and I don't want the belt. I felt pretty swollen before bed. Doing chores while hard was great, made me feel masculine. I haven't jacked in a while either, dads been wanting me to practice chastity. Dads at least away 1 day a week. Im definitely going to hold it on those days. Do ever get embarrassed talking to people while hard? None of the other guys chat in bathroom because we don't ever have long to be in the bathroom. Guys get into fights rarely. My school has pretty strict discipline. What about your school??? It would be awesome to not have to pee all day at school! I definitely can't show my build at church in a suit! Sometime me and guys will hangout shirtless if their parents are gone. But most of the time we all just wear shirts and pants. In gym we learn about fitness, do workouts, and play some indoor sports. what about you?? yeah just had my second night of go going to bed on a full bladder. Incredible sensation. I drank about a half gallon during the last two hours before bed. I currently still have morning wood because I haven't peed yet. Dads away this morning so I didn't have to do inspection! I also did all my chores this morning hard. I drink a lot of water by myself. I don't know if he'd like me showing up for inspection being hard. I think he might find that disrespectful and give me belt for sure that night. I really don't ever get sent to my room if I'm in trouble. I typically don't ever chat with guys inside the bathroom, we wait until we get in the halls. I go to an all male school. I typically run later in the day. For workout he was having me do burbees, sit ups, pushups, and a run. I wish I could wear shorts to church in the summer! It gets hot in dress pants! During a detailed inspection, he checks abs, thighs, chest, lats, shoulders, triceps, biceps, and more. In gym we all wear the same shirt and shorts. Wow. Very cool! Im really excited to implement this into my daily lifestyle. I wish i could sleep in. I have to be up at 6:30 for inspection and to start working on my chores. I was so proud of the morning wood I woke up with. I was rock hard until I peed after my shower! Going to bed full is definitely something I'm going to have to get used to! I wanted to pee so bad in the shower, but i didn't let myself. We live out in the country in a very small town. He practically is a drill instructor! What do you wear to church??? I have to wear a shirt and tie all day! Do you wear mma shorts to bed? I have to wear just briefs to bed. If i get lots of the belt before bed it can be hard to sleep, but I'm pretty used to it. He checks everything after my workout. I will tell him it would be a good idea for him to check that I'm doing it right. We have gym class at school. He's very impressed that I'm doing the extra workouts you suggested! He hasn't really asked about them. Dad doesn't let me drink beers with him and his friends. That would be pretty cool! I wish I could hold it as long as you. Gong to bed last night was a little uncomfortable with a full bladder, but I made it through the night. This morning when I woke up I had intense morning wood. I waited until after my shower to pee (before inspection). The feeling was pretty crazy! I usually get the belt on my bare but. One time when i failed to follow orders, and as punishment I had to mow the yard every day for two weeks in 100 degree weather. I had to mow, weed eat, blow, and bag all the clippings. I wish I could just wear shorts when I mow, but he makes wear work jeans, boots, and a shirt. Those weeks were a nightmare! For punishment workouts I have to complete 150 burpees on top of the 50 I do every day. He was in the military and he's pretty involved at church. What about your dad??? Do you like them mma shorts??? What kind of shoes you like to wear??? Some other punishment are that I have to copy an entire letter of dictionary definitions, or stand in the corner for an hour. He inspects me before bed because thats when he inspects my upper body (shoulder/chest). Thats also when he will give me the belt if I've been disrespectful during the day. My dad just feels my muscles when I'm done with a workout. Im coming up on my last year of school I think its pretty cool! I usually drink steadily during the last hour before bed, but I used to always go pee before I went to lay down. Im going to try to go to bed with full bladder tonight. Next time I get in trouble I will suggest having to go without peeing before going to my room. He has lots of punishments. Like the Saturday "detention" he calls it, that I told in my last email, sometimes I get the belt, or I have to do extra yard work or work outs. I wish my school had a weight room! Since its such small school, we don't have any sports teams. My dad is crazy about modesty. He takes it to an extreme! Im allowed to run in the 1 pair of track shorts I got! I'll have to try running with a full bladder. Do you have any tips??? Im definitely going to try tucking the waist band behind my nuts. Thats a good idea! I get inspections in the morning after I wake up at 6:30, shower/shave, put on the clothes he told me to put on or If I change during the day (like if we have to go some where) or before I go to sleep. When I'm getting inspected he first checks to make sure I have shaved my face, then he checks to makes sure I have ironed/starched my clothes, then pants go down he checks my underwear, I flex, and thats usually it unless its a detailed inspection. What does your inspections consist of??? When Im with my friends we study, wrestle each other, or workout together. What about you? The amount of discipline you have is very admirable. Every night I go a little longer without pissing. I keep leaving this out because its kinda boring, in a detailed inspection he checks my hight, measure my abs, thighs, chest, lats, shoulders, triceps, biceps. He makes sure I'm following good hygiene, I'm a pretty sweaty guy, so I have to shower quite often. He checks my manhood. Then during the detailed inspection he checks my room and bathroom. He makes sure I've properly folded my briefs, undershirts, socks, shorts, polos, dress shirts, slacks, jeans, ties, etc to military standards. He checks to make sure I've polished my dress shoes, cleaned and conditioned my boots. He also checks to make sure my beds made and bathroom is clean. I never know when detailed inspections are coming so I always have to be prepared. I used to get sent to room a lot, but recently I get punished in other ways. He's seen me hard a bunch in the morning because I have to instantly get out of bed and stand at attention when he comes in. He tells me my orders and then I go shower/shave. I take my briefs off right before I shower and put them back on right after I've died off. I was told not to jack when I was 13 when I hit puberty. I didn't really jack any before that. Its been about a couple a weeks since I've done it. I don't really have time. Ive only had like 3/4 wet dreams ever. What about you??? Im definitely going to run while hard and full next time he's away! Ive had him feel my muscles a few time while working out. Im holding my pee a lot now. Ive cut the number of times i used to pee in half! After my morning pee I try to hold until noon or later. Town is pretty far from where I live so I can't ever run in town. I go to a pretty small school. In gym we have to do work outs that don't require any weights so like pushups, squats, KB swings, flutter kicks, and a run usually. What about you gym class? Im going to take humanities. You??? The amount of discipline you have is very admirable. Every night I go a little longer without pissing. I keep leaving this out because its kinda boring, in a detailed inspection he checks my hight, measure my abs, thighs, chest, lats, shoulders, triceps, biceps. He makes sure I'm following good hygiene, I'm a pretty sweaty guy, so I have to shower quite often. He checks my manhood. Then during the detailed inspection he checks my room and bathroom. He makes sure I've properly folded my briefs, undershirts, socks, shorts, polos, dress shirts, slacks, jeans, ties, etc to military standards. He checks to make sure I've polished my dress shoes, cleaned and conditioned my boots. He also checks to make sure my beds made and bathroom is clean. I never know when detailed inspections are coming so I always have to be prepared. I used to get sent to room a lot, but recently I get punished in other ways. He's seen me hard a bunch in the morning because I have to instantly get out of bed and stand at attention when he comes in. He tells me my orders and then I go shower/shave. I take my briefs off right before I shower and put them back on right after I've died off. I was told not to jack when I was 13 when I hit puberty. I didn't really jack any before that. Its been about a couple a weeks since I've done it. I don't really have time. Ive only had like 3/4 wet dreams ever. What about you??? Im definitely going to run while hard and full next time he's away! Ive had him feel my muscles a few time while working out. Im holding my pee a lot now. Ive cut the number of times i used to pee in half! After my morning pee I try to hold until noon or later. Town is pretty far from where I live so I can't ever run in town. I go to a pretty small school. In gym we have to do work outs that don't require any weights so like pushups, squats, KB swings, flutter kicks, and a run usually. What about you gym class? Im going to take humanities. You??? Yeah I hope one day maybe I could be as good as you at holding it. He just measures my muscles with a tape measure and makes sure there is growth. He checks my manhood just to make sure every thing is healthy down there. I just have pull down the briefs while he checks my manhood. Everything I do must be up to military standards. Its pretty intense working out in the heat in shirt jeans and boots, I'm dripping by the time i get to come in. Actually my school is private and its pretty far from my house. He stopped sending me to my room because he says thats not a hard enough punishment for me. I get the belt a lot more these days. Yeah I'm really busy so no time to do any leisure stuff. Im only allowed five minuets to shower/shave and dress for inspection. No Ive never spurt on my chest. Im only allowed to jack once a month to release tension. I really don't do more than once a month. I just never get wet dreams even tho I jack pretty rarely. What about you??? It was pretty tough holding it during chores, but it also felt really good at the same time. He just checked my muscles a few time during workouts. No I don't have any cement blocks. Im working on holding it as long as i can. Yeah dad takes me to friends house in town. Some times he hangs out with my friends dads. He's making me take wood working this year. Cool you like acting??? Wow you started holding it at 10! Thats amazing. He got the weights originally for himself when I was young, but now I use them. Chest flys, thats a good idea, ill try that. We only live on about an acre so we have a few neighbors. Wearing a shirt jeans and boots is just part of the rules. Pretty much everybody wears a shirt jeans and boots out where I live. I wear an undershirt while lifting. The only time he allows me to go shirtless is when sleeping, and sometimes when running. The ride to school is pretty long. Not a boarding school tho. I am naked when I get the belt always. Im allows to watch 30 minuets of tv a day. Last night while getting the belt I pissed myself because I was so full and about to burst. He got so mad that he restarted my punishment. I got the belt for a good 15 minutes last night. Im so soar today. I spurt in a pair of briefs. What about you??? He would probably prefer me to not jack at all, but He lets me once a month. I definitely get harder and harder and more often as the month goes by. I don't even remember my wet dreams? do you??? It was pretty tough holding it during morning chores, it was really tensing up! I keep going longer and longer without peeing before bed. Abs were really tense when pressing down on my bladder. Yeah I've been tucking the briefs behind my nuts, makes me look a lot bigger. I don't know if we have those other classes. I just know we have woodworking because thats the one I have to take. I really like the info on not jacking. Im so impressed you play sports full! When getting the belt last night it just started to come out in spurts but then it just all came out and I couldn't stop it. Ill try the technique you mentioned, although he said if I did that again it would be a lot worse. So I might have to start peeing before I go to bed because thats when I get the belt. He was so mad when he saw I couldn't stop peeing all over the floor. He doesn't mind me jacking once a month so I can release tension. I got the belt because i mowed the lawn vertically vs. horizontally. I guess last week I mowed vertically and he says its better for the lawn in you switch every week. I get hard sometime when I wrestle what about you?? Ill look into those other classes. I loved it being tough while holding it during chores. I found that I did my work faster. He always determines the punishments, usually its the belt or a writing punishment. I love making my manhood look bigger! you??? I will definitely practice the method you mention about blocking pee with finger between legs pressing up firmly practice stopping the flow. I get the belt at night because thats when he prefers to give it to me. I get it almost every night for just the smallest stuff. He would prefer that i don't jack but he doesn't mind once a month to release tension. We have a chart to keep track of mowing each week but if he believes I didn't do it correctly then I get the belt. I love it being tough to hold it while doing chores. Makes me do my work faster. I get hard every time bladder gets full! Im hard a lot. You??? What kind of haircut do you have??? I will have to practice that technique a lot to really get good blocking the pee. Thats a good idea telling him that I just didn't have enough time to get soft before inspection, but I'm not allowed to talk during inspection, If I do someone incorrect I have to say "no excuses sir". Thats cool, when I have to pee just let a little out so I can stay hard and feel extra manly. I will try to give jacking completely. I love feeling intensely hard. Ive been drinking a lot before bed lately. Ive ran a few time without peeing and I really love it! makes me feel super masculine. My pee is always clear now so you can never tell if its sweat or pee. My dad keeps my hair very short all year round. Military cuts like high and tight or just completely buzzed. All the lifting is going great! starting to see improvements. Dad is really liking me lifting a lot now! Ive been tucking my briefs under my nuts overtime I go out! I just hope dad doesn't want to inspect when were out. He does that occasionally. I love the feeling of a full bladder. Im so glad you tough me! Yes sir I will not jack! The mails been shorter because I've been super busy, sorry. Ive been blocking the pee a lot during the day. Really just got to get that method down. Yes sir, no jacking. He thought that giving up jacking all together was pretty man of me! thanks. Yeah he expects me to be soft by inspection after the shower. I will practice backing in the shower to. He was pissed of that I peed so while getting the belt that night. remember I got the belt for 15 minuets straight. then he made me mop it up. Ok, 2 to 3 quarts before bed. Yeah ill go pee with friends. I can't wait to show them how long I can pee for. Ride to school is like 40 minuets. Taking a dumb before inspection is not an option, i just have to hold it. Ok, ill practice blacking while taking a dumb. Still making it through the night without peeing. I loved loved running without peeing. got it, once I'm about to piss myself, ill change into track shorts and chug a lot more water and go for long run. I would get in a lot of trouble if I talked to the neighbors shirtless, most of the time there are never out anyways. I love feeling super masculine running having to pee. Its been almost a month since Ive jacked. Yeah dad keeps track of it. Lifting is going great! pushing it to the max. I asked dad to see if he would let lift shirtless, and he said being shirtless is something for grown men, but since I gave up jacking and showed manliness, he said I could lift shirtless. Ive never heard of mononhydrate, was is it? Dad is usually always out with me but not all the time. Dad will inspect me in the car or in the men's room. I probably won't tuck when were out. Im blocking all the time now! I used to pee fully 3 or 4 times a day, but now I just go a little so Im still full and hard. This morning dad was away so while I was doing chores I completely pissed myself, but I didn't realize it until I got back inside. I need to practice so I can know when I'm about to piss myself once school starts. I take a 32oz water bottle to school and i fill it up all day. Yes he said its manly for me to give up jacking, so I can start being shirtless while working out. I will definitely pee in spurts in shower. 3 quarts before bed, got it. Its actually been a few nights since I've gotten the belt! but tonight he said I was getting it. For breakfast I have a piece of toast and banana. you??? Yeah I take a dumb after inspection. He inspects me after I get dressed to at the same time to check my uniform for the day. Ok chug water an hour before run. I love the super masculine feeling of running while having to piss bad. Ok hold it while lifting to stay hard. Yeah i can lift in track shorts. He wouldn't watch when i jack but he would let me know when I'm allowed to. Ill ask him to get creatine punch mix at Walmart. He makes me go to the mens room for an inspection, it doesn't matter if I have to pee or not. We went on a short trip yesterday. I really like blocking with my finger. Ive gotten pretty good at it. Thank you for helping me learn how to do this. yeah, dad is telling me in advance when I'm going to get the belt. Ok, on nights I'm not going to get spanked go to bed desperate and drink 3 bottles of water and build up to 4. He told me I was pissing like a hose when i pissed on the floor. He was so mad. Yeah I get spanked right before bed, once I get spanked then I'm not allowed to do anything. what time do you go to bed? When doing chores i just thought i spurted a little, but it turns out it just all came out. It was dripping down my leg. i didn't even realize. I would fill up my water like 3/4 times. Ok ill do what you said about breakfast. Wow I'm still so amazed you can play football full! You watch football??? what teams you like?? Lifting is going great! Starting to see results. Pushing myself to the max. I love running on a full bladder! its really awesome. I got the belt the other night because I didn't do a good job cleaning his boots. Hes been feeling my muscles quite often recently. Im a really horny guy, so I'm going to be really aggressive thanks for the tip. I can't wait to try the creatine punch mix. Thats going to be great! Yeah I get harder as bladder gets fuller. you?? I really enjoy the feeling of blocking and bladder tensing up really hard. Yeah I've gotten pretty good at pressing further back when blocking. Im going to try to practice that in my school slacks. I have about 30 minuets before and after school once i get there and before i leave. I would love to be bursting on the bus. Lots of water before bus ride and while on bus. Lots of water on night when I'm not getting spanked. When I get spanked i have to keep my hands on my head, and count the licks out (one sir, two sir, etc.). When he takes me to the bathroom after inspection he always pees in the urinal right next to me. He has been impressed lately that I pee longer than him now. When he asked why i was holing it i told him that i was practicing stretching my bladder. You work at the fair??? you like it??? Ok i will start measuring the time between when i start drinking to when bladder starts filling really fast. Do you watch any other sports??? I can't wait to show my classmates that i can piss like a real man. Do you like playing football??? I try to run at least 2 miles each time. He feels my muscles when lifting and during inspection. He usually checks my manhood every morning inspection. I love swimming! you? Yeah i really enjoy blocking. Dad was in the air force. Yeah he feels thigh muscles, abs, chest, lats, shoulders, arms, everything really. Ill start doing calf raises to. when my dad comes in and tells me to wake up, I have to be at attention within seconds! I'll ask him to inspect my manhood right when i wake up. thats a great idea. I really enjoy feeling of blocking and bladder tensing up hard. yeah its better to piss myself at home than at school. have you ever pissed yourself at school??? Yeah, some boys sit with with their hand between their legs at school. Im probably going to have to do it through pocket because my school slacks are thick. Ive been practicing, dad makes me wear them out a lot. Ill have to do a quart at home, on the bus, and at school because i can only take one water bottle. i get pretty hard when i block. you??? I can't wait to tuck at school, to show off my manhood. I get up pretty early on school days to do morning chores. I can't wait to be busting on the bus home. Dad was impressed i was stretching my bladder. He's every impressed how long I go when I'm pissing next to him. Yes hands on head while getting spanked, so definitely can't block. Yeah I keep a lot of water in my room so I can drink a lot after getting the belt. I keep increasing a little every night. I don't watch wrestling much, I watch a lot of baseball, football, and golf. You dive? thats cool! I always wanted to do that when I was on swim team. I can definitely run longer when busting for a pee. he feels them a few times when lifting. yours? He felt them more after i asked him to. Wow a speedo when swimming? I wear briefs and track shorts. He loves that I am holding my pee and stretching my bladder, ill ask him to rub my bladder after lifting and ill do lifting while having to pee bad to impress him. thanks. Sorry for not responding much lately. dads been restricting my computer time. I wish my dad would let me wake up a little slower, but if I'm to slow I would defiantly get the belt. i asked him if he could inspect my manhood right from getting out of bed, but he said no because thats part of morning inspection. Its usually just me and my dad, my moms job requires her to be away a lot. what about you??? Were going to walmart today, so I'm going to ask if i can get the creatine mix. Im definitely going to have to start opening and closing my legs a lot when sitting when busting for a pee at school now. I will try your method about raising the front of my thighs and then open and close thighs. I really want class mates to see me busting for a piss but not going to pee. thats a good idea about using an old pop bottle for a second water bottle, ill do that. thats cool you don't have to do chores before going to school! dad makes me do all kinds of stuff before school. I drink a lot of orange and apple juice. Ill put my extra water bottle in my backpack. Yeah tuck on the bus but defiantly untuck before gym. dad is very impressed I'm stretching bladder and how long i can pee. i have massaged my bladder a lot and dad has to. thats cool you guys get around the no shirt no service rule. Im going to drink a lot of water before i get spanked so bladder can fill up and then ill let half a pee out right before. I can't use the internet at night because dad blocks it. Wow you pee during games thats cool! Dad says he will let me be bursting for a piss during chores so i can work faster and harder. I just crossed my 1 month without jacking point yesterday actually. If dads watching sports than I'm allowed to watch with him. the 30 minuets just applies to non sports tv. My swim team wasn't at school. I just got burned out. You get to get rid of body hair? thats cool! dad wants be to be hairy everywhere. thats something he checks very carefully. lifting is going great. glad to be getting back into it. On Saturdays dad has me watch sermons. Lots of water before school, got it. He would never let me wear shorts out! he believes men should always be in pants which sucks. Definitely longer runs. We have a pool so i can go swimming quite often. We have an amusement park we go to quite often. I love roller coasters. You?? Ive been wrestling friends while bursting, its a lot of fun! Its really cool i can share this stuff with you! Dads not a fan of technology so i really don't know why he keeps limiting my computer time. He has eased up on me a little but not much. he is proud that i have given up jacking and that i am developing discipline. I don't think that he doesn't want me hard at inspection but he doesn't want to change the order that insects in. I don't know. I've been figuring out my limits of how long i can hold it. and I've been practicing your method. We have a carbon water filter on faucet to. I don't mind waking up early much anymore, I find it creates discipline. i also have to go to bed pretty early. When i sit I've been opening snd closing legs to help ease. He's been massaging my bladder quite often. Ill see if he would like to massage after chores. Bladder hurt much worse when standing. you? Ive showed him how i can start and stop a few times, he impressed. Ive been drinking so much before we go places so i can show him how long i can pee. Yes sir going to be desperate as i can. good idea about blocking to get back to sleep. dad keeps my jack date on a calendar. I've been super hard lately. defiantly stronger urges in prostrate area. you only wear pants when its freezing??? how many pairs do you even have? one??? thats crazy. running with a full bladder is awesome, really making me go longer. 3 miles every day. Im really trying to find the time between when i start gorging on water to where your bladder starts swelling really fast. We a gym uniform at school, we have to changes out of our normal uniform into our gym uniform back into our normal uniform which is a pain. Im glad dad is letting me be busting for morning chores. yes bladder must be bursting when watching sports, ill ask him to massage then. Yeah i barely get to watch anything good during my 30 minuets a day. Dad wants me to really hairy like him. I wish i could shave some areas because its very hot. I have to have my face shaved everyday up to military standards. he does not like facial hair or sideburns. I have to listen to lots of sermons, almost one every day. thats what we listen to in the car. never music. we live deep in the south. you??? I bet your very cold out in just shorts at 20 degrees. I love running swimming and wrestling while busting. friends are so impressed that i can hold it. Im trying to tell my friends to hold their pee too. Lots of water at theme parks. I go by myself with friends to the park. I don't have passes, you? Dads been massaging my muscles a lot lately! sorry im having to cut these last questions short, my computer time is almost up. Dad hates technology. Ill try pissing after inspection to see if he minds me being hard. Bladder tight all day is a must! When school starts ill definitely try to get away with peeing after morning chores. One quart in the first half of last class, then wait till after school to piss. Then gorge on water after school and drink lots on the bus. Ill stand far back so they can see the force of the pee when i piss. At the theme park i will not piss once, and ill drink lots before i go. If i spurt ill tell dad I'm developing discipline. I was like 13 or 14 when i had wet dreams. you?? We got creatine punch mix. I will definitely do chores having not pissed and if i piss myself ill just keep holding it. Old jeans for sure. What type of jeans you like to wear? Ive been increasing how much i drink at bedtime, some nights i wake up, and then on the next night i back just a hair to get through the night. we recently decided to switch schools, so I'm not really sure about the lunch program but dad usually makes me bring my own. Ive been saving lots of the 1 liter pop bottles. Dads fine if i piss myself outside but he said ill get in trouble if i piss myself while in the house. Opening and closing legs with leaning well forward and legs raised high up so your thighs are hitting the sides of your bladder is good, i enjoy it. makes me real hard. ok ill block near the end of each class so i can hold it walking. Ive been practicing being confident while hard. Dad really likes me being busting. I lift much harder the more busting i am. you??? Hes fine if i leak a little while lifting. I've been encourage him to massage my bladder even more, and to massage my muscles more. as well as flexing them for him to feel. he massages from all angles. Bladder is pretty full when all the way full. a couple of movies on Saturdays before you pee? how many? Yes I'm desperate as i can be at home and on the trips to town with lots of water before and during trips to town. I will write jack date on my stuff to. I'm not allowed to short the door when i pee so he is willing to watch me pee at home. Good idea about the non perishable food in case of disaster. Bladder will be busting for sports, it might be hard for his to massage my bladder through my polo tucked into cargo shorts, but ill ask if i can change into track clothes. Cant wait for gym class while busting. Ive asked for an hour of tv but he said no. Im currently building up my cardio. yes, fully naked for changing for gym. Good you don't have side burns either. I would enjoy shaving arms and legs but dad wants me very hairy. Sometimes i wrestle friends shirtless. Im not sure dad would like to see how hard i am. I don't think he would ever let me go shirtless at home if i wasn't working out. We live pretty far from our theme park, but i think they have passes you can get. Didn't respond yesterday dad had me very busy. Haha, yeah I know Tennessee isn't really "deep" in the south but its still the south and thats way to deep for me! Ive never been to the jack daniels distillery, but I have been to Memphis and Nashville. Im not really sure why dad hates technology, he always not been a fan of it. Ive been holding it until after inspection and then after chores, he hasn't said anything. Ive been tucking my rod under the waist band so its pointed up and stays in place. When I take my briefs down he handles it the same if I was soft. Yes bladder tight all day. Ok, ill drink a pint of orange juice before chores. piss 20 minutes before time for bus, then again right before going to get the bus, got it. quart water bottle and quart pop bottle full and drink that on the bus. Ill show off as much as I can to the guys. Ill ask if I can get a school lunch. Lots of water before going to the park. if i find i can't stop peeing when i start piss myself use blocking to stop the flow. Ive been doing anywhere between 2 to 2 and a half quarts before bedtime. I asked if he could spank me a little earlier in the night and he said he has to do right before i go to sleep or right when I wake up. I don't know which is worse. A few times i was able to go back to sleep with blocking, but other times i had to go let a little out. It another all boys school, dad doesn't want me to be around girls because he knows I won't focus very well. Dad really likes me busting. I've been busting bad all day at home. I think he would get annoyed if I asked him to watch me pee. I lift over carpet. Wow you play football without the cup??? have you ever got hit in the nuts??? Ive never touched another guys manhood or kissed a guy, but if thats something your into go for it. 3 movies with out pissing??? wow! I wouldn't mind shaving my arms to see who i might like it and wear sleeveless tees but I don't even have a single sleeveless tee. dad checked bladder a few times while watching the seromons. I like not jacking, making me really horny. Thank for the creatine mix instructions, going to need those! "/averageman" "/averageman" · M I only went to Nashville when I was younger, but in Memphis Ive seen a few museums, tours. I love doing inspection then chores with intense morning wood. makes me feel super manly. I leak a lot during morning chores. I really love it. I always have a belt on, but good idea about tightening it. Ive been practicing stopping the leaks. I've gotten pretty good at it. ill practice jumping to. Any suggestions on a good multi vitamin mineral tablet??? Yeah he didn't mind me being hard at inspection as long as i kept my rod tucked upwards behind the waistband, its actually pretty comfortable. Ill keep my belt as tight as I can. Yes, I've been getting dad to massage my bladder and muscles more and more. yes lots of leg opening and closing leaned forward legs raised to make sure i don't spurt. I would love to be rock hard at school and impressing the other boys how much i can drink. We switched schools because it has sports and better classes. they were both private. there is still a uniform of dress shoes, socks, slacks, dress shirt and tie. Yeah really turned on by girls, thats why dad keeps me at a all male school. yeah boys are better at wrestling, i can see why they are more fun. Good balls are safe during football, dad has me wear a cup sometimes to keep them safe. Ill see if he would like to watch me pee. Good idea about the tows during workouts. I will push as hard as I can when bursting! Dad was very impressed with how big bladder is when bursting. Thats good you can watch 2-3 movies while busting and then wrestle. Ive definitely been hard when wrestling with friends. I don't think I would like to touch another guys manhood. Yeah dad checked bladder a few times during sermons. Ive definitely been seeing size and strength gains on all the muscles when working with weights. Last week I went to church busting and it was great! I don't know if ny classmates have been without jacking, we don't really talk about that. I only went to Nashville when I was younger, but in Memphis Ive seen a few museums, tours. I love doing inspection then chores with intense morning wood. makes me feel super manly. I leak a lot during morning chores. I really love it. I always have a belt on, but good idea about tightening it. Ive been practicing stopping the leaks. I've gotten pretty good at it. ill practice jumping to. Any suggestions on a good multi vitamin mineral tablet??? Yeah he didn't mind me being hard at inspection as long as i kept my rod tucked upwards behind the waistband, its actually pretty comfortable. Ill keep my belt as tight as I can. Yes, I've been getting dad to massage my bladder and muscles more and more. yes lots of leg opening and closing leaned forward legs raised to make sure i don't spurt. I would love to be rock hard at school and impressing the other boys how much i can drink. We switched schools because it has sports and better classes. they were both private. there is still a uniform of dress shoes, socks, slacks, dress shirt and tie. Yeah really turned on by girls, thats why dad keeps me at a all male school. yeah boys are better at wrestling, i can see why they are more fun. Good balls are safe during football, dad has me wear a cup sometimes to keep them safe. Ill see if he would like to watch me pee. Good idea about the tows during workouts. I will push as hard as I can when bursting! Dad was very impressed with how big bladder is when bursting. Thats good you can watch 2-3 movies while busting and then wrestle. Ive definitely been hard when wrestling with friends. I don't think I would like to touch another guys manhood. Yeah dad checked bladder a few times during sermons. Ive definitely been seeing size and strength gains on all the muscles when working with weights. Last week I went to church busting and it was great! I don't know if ny classmates have been without jacking, we don't really talk about that. Yes, lots of leakage happens during morning chores. lots of water increase everyday on bus to school until I'm just about to piss myself. Yes rock hard all day from busting. lots of blocking and leg opening and closing really hard on the sides of my swollen bladder. yes full breakfast and lunch. lots of extra leaking with tight belt for chore. School starts tomorrow. Tomorrow ill pee the rest of the way in my jeans during morning chores before going in the house. I love the feeling of pissing fully in jeans. yes I'm pushing my bladder to the max to where I'm leaking while weightlifting. Im really starting to see a difference in muscle strength and size with the creatine! Yes sir doing the workout everyday just like you gave it to me. Yes longer runs! definitely lots of water before runs so I'm pissing myself as i running. I spend about an 30 to 45 minutes lifting a day now. The white crew neck shirts are short sleeved. i wear them under my work shirts, polos, and dress shirts. School makes us wear one to. Yeah dad is feeling my muscles and bladder even more, he's very impressed. The boys at school will be very impressed. Ill do a lot more leg opening and closing at home to make the muscles stronger. Dad doesn't really say anything about how i drink two quarts before bed. Dad has me wear a cup all the time just for protection. Ive been hit quite a few times in the balls. He wears one to a lot. Im so excited to see the eclipse! Yes, super hard and lots more feelings in my prostrate. defiantly getting the urge. yeah very common to piss in soccer. My new school doesn't have woodworking or auto parts, but we do have computer science, and technology. Dad massages my bladder during inspection. I asked if i could block while getting spanked, but dad told me I have to take my spankings like a man and keep my hands on my head. At the new school we have baseball, basketball, cross-country, football, soccer, swimming, tennis, and wrestling. I really enjoy the leakage during morning chores. I love how the feeling of each spurt as it leaks despite the fact than I'm trying so hard not to pee. Yes extra leakage with tighter belt. Its awesome being rock hard from being busting for a piss. Im so glad we started talking. Schools been going good! been super busting and hard. This week I'm doing 2 quarts and then ill start to increase next week. The leg closing makes me start to leak sooner and it defiantly makes me harder. I brought a really big lunch yesterday and today to school. I really like when i piss myself in my work jeans. happens a lot. leaking while weightlifting is great. The towels work out great. dad doesn't mind if lead during workouts as long as i have towels down. he's really impressed how big my bladder is during workouts. yes tuck before getting on bus and drink water as quickly as i can until full. Bus rides about a half an hour to the new school. pissing myself as I'm running is great to. leaks feel great to. yes i do jumps to while i run. love running on a full bladder. I do two 45 minuet workouts. so 3 sets in the morning and 3 in the afternoon. dad likes the gains in my muscle size a bunch he's a lot more involved with my workouts and he had been holding your muscles and feeling them as i flex as i lift. the cup really restricts how hard i can get when I'm out. Ive gotten in a bunch of fights with other guys and in the south its pretty common for you to get punched in the nuts. hurts like hell. dad just knows i drink a lot of water at bedtimes. he's very impressed when he feels my bladder when i wake up. yes super hard and lot more feeling in prostrate. yes sir no jacking. Yes lots of drinking during practice. ill defiantly have teamates feel my full bladder. Im just taking a basic computer class. are you taking any tech classes? School makes me put my uniform back on after practice. Dad makes me wear it for the rest of the day instill i get spanked. new school has a weight room! super pumped about that! Ill see if i can sign up for wrestling as my winter sport. Yeah little fat in me. how tall are you? Ive been going to church only having a pissed a small amount. you definitely can't see my form in a suit at church. yes ill be fully naked in gym and for soccer while putting school uniform in locker before putting your gym or soccer gear on. yes lot more water before and after the belt so you can be busting by time you go to sleep. I agree that taking a spanking while desperate to pee and blocking my piss as my bladder is spasming really hard during the spanking is taking it like a man too, but dad has his rules. I really enjoy the leakage of morning chore. i also like how the spurts feel as i try real hard not to leak. good you’ve been going to football practices holding morning pee and drinking lot before and during practice. yes I’m doing morning workout holding morning pee then doing chores. then afternoon workout when i get home busting. I split the creatine. Ill check out your weight room workout. At my school you have to ask permission to use the wight room, and then you have to be supervised. And my study hall isn’t near gym class,I don’t want to have to change in and out of my uniform twice. I could take wrestling. I would love to. sorry i should have specified. soccer is during an actual period not after school. I am glad we started talking to. I think i could hold more, going up 2 cup on bus, i can do that. and then using blocking to tire out bladder. Yeah a few classmates noticed i was hard, i just told them I’m going with out jacking and then i told them about how I’m expanding my bladder and creating discipline. they don’t really say anything about me opening and closing my legs in class. I’ve been bragging to the other boys that I’m busting for a piss but holding it all day at school because i drawing 2 quarts on the bus. Soccer is good. Im so ready for doing haunted houses busting to pee. Yes leg opening and closing makes you leak sooner and get harder.I don’t know why dad doesn’t want me to eating school lunches. he’s probably just to cheap. It awesome pissing fully in work jeans at end of chore. been do in it for the last couple weeks. I asked if he would wake me up by pressing on my bladder, but he said no. he usually just opens the door and says “up boy” and the i jump out of bed and stand at attention. Yeah I’m blocking regularly during lifting to hold more. yeah i was able to get all the water drank on bus ride. I run in the morning holding morning pee. Ive had 1 male teacher ask for me to take care of it the restroom, so i went to the restroom and tucked up under my belt for that class. but thats it. Yeah me and the other boys do alot of chatting while nude in the locker room and while we shower. Ill see if he will hold my muscles the entire time as your lifting. Bladder gets full by second class. In gym we’ve only take about safe exercise, its been really boring. The fights were nothing major just a few pushes and shoves that lead to getting punched in the nuts. Ive already modified my cup. Thanks for the advise on a comeback. i haven’t been in a fight in a really long time. yeah dad dresses me like a nerd so i wouldn’t be surprised. but thankfully everyone at school wears the same thing, so usually not any fights happen at school. i’m not really an aggressive person either. Ill defiently look into those videos and book about wrestling. yeah dad makes me wear my uniform when I’m going to be spanked. yes lot of drinking before practice and when i get out of last class. 6’4 thats impressive I’m just 6’1. yes busting bad at church. yes the more man i become the less of the belt i get. Bladder is defienly bigger now. gym is my 5th period. Good idea about the computer ill definely do that. Yeah i have an old desk top computer in my room that i use. Dads doesn't know i pee my jeans after i do chores. This Sunday I'm definitely going to church having not pissed yet. Usually i just go a little before, but this week I'm going completely full. I am up front a lot to at my church. i also do collection. What kinda church do go to? I would kill to wear shorts and a polo to church, but as you know dad has me wear an unfitted suit with pleated pants. he buys all my slacks pleated. I would really like to wear the flat front ones. Does dad help pick your clothes out when you go shopping??? Where do you buy clothes from??? yes, gorge on water entire time after last class and on buss home. Bus ride home busting is great! really like the bumps the bus hits. Ill print out your weight room workout and take it with me to weight room. during the school year, dad has me up at 5am. he has me getting ready for bed by 7:30 and the the belt if i get it that day and lights out by 8pm. We just learn soccer and play each other. Ill definitely ask to start using the weight room. yes, ill study soccer books for the next couple of weeks and watch soccer training videos. then switch to studying wrestling books and watching training videos. i already asked in could lift in just gym shorts, but he's making just wear the briefs now. yeah i need to block before both gym and soccer so I’m really hard when naked to show off my man hood. i try to stand fir as long as i can naked when talking with others in locker room. a lot of the other boys stand around naked to. some are also hard. ok, go up one cup a day on bus until i van find my limit where i barely can make it through school without pissing myself. classmates were impressed when i told them I’m going without jacking and training my bladder. A few other said they also went without jacking. yeah that one teacher was pretty mad at me. most of our teacher are men. yeah I’ve been telling other boys that I’m drinking 2 quarts on the bus and that I’m not going to pee all day at school until after last class. yes defiantly shower hard. there is a lot of horsing around that happens in the shower! most of us are naked. yes comparing muscles. Soccer is a little hard on a full bladder, defiantly leaked a little. we have different color in soccer. dad has lots of money he’s just cheap in the way he spends it. dad has always escorted me around town. i would never start a fight in my life, but I’m never going to not participate in one, ya know? I’ve defiantly punched a few folks. dad thinks blacking is very smart. Yes bladder gets full by the end of the first class and i do stay hard all day. i guess safe exercise is just like to make sure were exercising safely? I’m not even sure. yeah i heated up my cup to ben it. yeah were both pretty tall. at this new school everyone boy has to participate in gym, its only 2 days a week. we get taught how to exercise “safely”, and we play sports, and do some lifting. study hall is after gym. ill ask to lift then. i haven’t seen any fights at this new school. yes naked for the belt. I’m definitely going to start saving your messages to the word pobrsesser now. thanks than we talk more often! no theme park lately. yes dad is urging me to get bladder even bigger. on Sunday i do chores after church. I’m defiantly getting harder longer and more often and the feeling In prostrate keeps increasing. ( this is the part i wonder about. my bus got me home at 4. so he would have 3 hours to lift for a hour. eat for close to a hour , then hour homework before getting ready before bed, so if he is being made to work at dads friend ranch after school how is he doing the weightlifting, eating supper and doing homework??? I always had far more then a hour of homework week nights then longer homework to do on weekend when he says he is working at ranch all weekend) Once i finish peeing my jeans after chores, i rinse them off while I'm wearing them with the hose and than leave to dry for the next day. yes dad is encouraging me not to pee, at first he was a little hesitant but now when i wake he actually instructs me not to pee for a while. Last week he didn't want me to pee before church but we agreed to go a little before to play it safe. but this Sunday I'm going to hold it like a man and go to church having not pissed yet. defiantly have water bottles in car so i can gorge on water once i get out of church. yes, gorge on water on Saturday. i don't think anyone has noticed how i can piss like a horse when were out. wow you get to go to a cathedral??? thats cool! dads never bought clothes for me online! usually he takes me to department store for dress clothes or Walmart for work clothes. do you like cowboy boots? have any??? would that be considered weird where you live??? here lots wear cowboy boots. dad lets me wear dress boots with my suit to church. what brand are the dressy shorts you wear to church? I still can't believe you wear shorts so much! we southerners wear pants all year round. yes gorging on water after last class until time to get on bus so i can be super full for the ride home, good idea about sitting in the back to feel extra bumps. ill increase a cup a day. soccer is an earlier class. we have gym Tuesday/Thursday and our sport on the other days. yes I need to learn soccer fast for the next couple of weeks reading books and watching training videos. ill look up dan gable and watch his wrestling videos. wow your naked until you leave for the bus? Yes i will block before gym and soccer to show man hood and also to keep from leaking. yeah dad makes me lift in just briefs now, but he wants me fully clothed the rest of the day. yes bus ride home busting is great. ill try to get undressed as fast as i can in gym and soccer so I’m naked longer. class mates were really impressed that I’m going with out jacking and I’m holding pee. once they felt it, the believed i truly haven’t peed all day. there was actually two others hold theirs to. no comparing manhoods. yeah defiantly keep rod in briefs for that teacher. I’ve been peeing after last class to show the other boys how long and hard i can piss for. they can't believe how long i pee for. i love horsing around in the showers. yes good male bonding. we just horse around standing up. thats a good idea about starting a club. in gym we play kick ball, basketball, and we run the track. he doesn’t go around town me all the time. yes i was able to heat up cup to bend. yes its super cool dad is urging me to get bladder bigger and likes me blocking. yes lots of water in car so i can gorge on water soon as i get in car after church. yeah after Sunday chores is when i lift. yes I’m getting harder more often and feeling still increasing in prostrate. i like the feeling but it is frustrating at times. yeah I’ve been doing the twisting crunches with weight on side twisting up. yes lot of leg opening and closing in class so I’m really hard and class mates know I’m busting.yes I’m able to hold more and more in my sleep. yes rinse jeans off with the hose. yes dad is encouraging me to pee. I don't know he won't wake me by pressing firmly on my bladder. he does that during inspection. yes abs tense up when my bladder tenses up hard. yes have him to massage my bladder a lot. he has me strip down quite often to massage my muscles a lot too. yes he is holding my muscles as I'm lifting now. ill see if i can lift naked. he really likes me drinking 2 quarts on bus then not peeing all day at school until after school. Tomorrow for church, dad says i can't pee before church so ill be busting at church, and then were going out to go eat breakfast, and then ill have to do chores, so ill have to wait until after. ill definitely have to do blocking if i feel like I'm going to leak at church. no never had others standing beside me with dad seeing me piss. Thats good you help the teaches with the gang kinds. i don't know why we always wear pants here, maybe its because so many wear boots, and you can't wear shorts with boots. If you go out lots of the women are in shorts but most of the men its pants. but you have to remember i live in the intense "country" part of Tennessee. My church is big to. yes filling water bottles up so i can drink them on the bus. yes will increases water a cup a day on buss until i start to leak a bit in class. we got the store brand multi vitamin mineral tablets. no draw string on the shorts for soccer. jumping and running is defiantly hard when busting. yes i get super hard from it. we all have to wear briefs for soccer. coach is making all they guys wear them. defiantly going to have to study soccer and wrestling videos. ill sign up for wrestling on monday. yes the other boys are impressed with me staying hard all day. lifting in briefs is fine. he won't let be naked. ill have to answer your other questions later yes dad is constantly encouraging me to my my pee. i asked if he would press on my bladder to wake me up but he said no, i think your right, he knows i would piss the bed. so he just sticks to his usual abrupt military awakening. he's very impressed how big my bladder is in the morning. church went good. no accidents. i woke up busting. it was defiantly a long service. my duties at church was so hard. my legs were shaking most of the time, then we went to breakfast and when we got there dad made me sit and watch him pee. that was rough. then we got home and dad watched me as i did chores. he was testing me all morning until i finally just pissed. yes definitely using that pent up energy from not jacking for weightlifting. we wear short sleeved shirts a lot just not tank tops. yes I keep increasing water on bus to school until leaking more then a few spurts even with blocking. the bus ride home is really hard. yes other boys are impressed with me being hard all day. i didn't really have a reason for the name. just came to me i guess. i know, we do have so much to talk about! dad has me working for one his friends on their ranch in the afternoon and the weekends, so thats been eating up a lot of time. plus i have lots of homework. Ive been holding 3 quarts at school this passed week! which is great! I'm super busting. i leak a lot during gym/soccer. yes dad is very impressed how big bladder is for morning. I’ve pretty much found my limit on how much i can drink before bed. what do you mean by sleeveless tees? short sleeved or tank top??? yes my duties were very tough at church and legs were shaking but i held it. dad made me come in the bathroom and watch him pee to create discipline. yes dad inspected my jeans during chores to make sure there was no leakage. my legs were trembling at this point. abs were very tense. then once i finished my work he let me piss my jeans. it felt unbelievable. i was really hard. yes using pent up energy for lifting. weight room is great! been doing your workout. i found almost everything. i had to google a few things. they don’t have a leg curls leg extension, but they did have a lat bar pull down. i had to do chest flys on a setup ramp. its a pretty small weight room. dad really liked me holding it for church, restaurant, and chores. he says thats going to be mandatory from now on. he’s now starting to punish me by not letting me pee now. which i prefer over getting spanked. I’m defiantly more confident in holding it from my experience last Sunday. yes bus ride home had been tough. very hard. only a few tine leaks. yeah dad made me tighten my belt at church. yes my bladder is super tight and leaking a lot with lot to drink before lifting and running. dad likes holding my muscles while I’m lifting. no haven’t sat between his legs yet. gym and soccer is going really well. what about your sports? i bet a few people noticed i was busting at church. when i made my account i wanted to just be an “average” person, and i am male. so average man is was. yes he had me drink lots of water to hold for saturday. it was really tough watching him pee at the restaurant, i was sweating with my belt super tight in my hot black suit. when we got home before i changed into my work clothes and boots, my briefs undershirt and dress shirt were drenched. studying soccer is good. yes I’m all signed up for wrestling. ill see if i can stay in briefs at home a little bit. we have to run a mile in gym everyday. yes i like chatting naked with different groups. dad loves I’m doing sports again. that why we changes schools. I turned 18 last month. I’m pretty sure the public schools have sports teams playing against other sports teams. i was very hard at church and the resturant. pretty much everytime im busting im hard. the combination of pain and pleasure is something i like.
The dull black numbers on the upper right hand corner of her screen blinked from 3:59 over to 4 pm, and the lizard grinned. Finally work for the day was over, and it was Friday! The weekend stretched before her, endless in its possibilities and making promises of adventures to come. She began to pack up from her desk and get ready for the drive home before kicking off her Friday night. She grabbed a couple water bottles from her desk fridge before heading out. It was a hot one out there, and the a.c. in her Honda civic had not been acting right lately. Not to mention the gas shortage tumor that seemed to have taken off the day before. People were going mad, having to wait thirty minutes to try and fill up if they could even find gas to begin with. Erin made her way out of the office, happy the feel the warm breeze on her scales as it blew her skirt around her knees. She smiled as she went out into the sun, her deep blue scales lighting up and shimmering with each step. Sure, she had a UV lamp in the office and here home, but nothing beat the real thing. Her tail swished out proudly behind while her heels clicked loudly on the pavement. The lizard quickly approached her civic, fished her keys out of her purse, and clicked the unlock button. In almost a single motion she open the door, sat down (taking care not to sit on her tail or get it caught in the door), put on her seat belt, and started her car. The civic quietly purred to life, as a hybrid vehicle it made very little noise. The fan began blasting hot air, Erin hoped it would cool down once she got on the road. The windows rolled down letting the heat blast out into the surrounding air. It helped, for sure, but the weather was still hot. Erin thought she recalled hearing it very well might crack one hundred today. Given how cold her office was however, she basked in the warmth. At least it would be pleasant for a couple minutes. She turned on the radio and cracked open her first bottle of water as she left the parking lot. As her eyes swept across the dash board, she noticed her low gas light had flickered on. Crap. The gas station was close and she thought it still had gas, but that would add even more time to her thirty minute drive home. She didn’t have a much better option though, so with a frustrated with she pulled towards the gas station and began to play the waiting game. The next twenty minutes trudged on as the lizard fiddled with her phone to pass the time. Her a.c. was struggling to keep up, but the cool water she sipped at helped keep her body temperature in a reasonable range. By the time she had gotten to the pump, Erin had chewed through all her stamina on Puzzles and Dragons, but had also beaten three dungeons so that was nice. Tossing her now empty water bottle aside, she got out of her vehicle and went into the gas station to pay. She grabbed a diet coke, paid for her gas, and checked out. The heat began to get to Erin as she filled her car up. An old magazine made a suitable fan, and the diet coke was cool against her hands. After finishing up she got back into her car and pulled out of the pump. This had to be the slowest anyone had ever left a gas station. It was a big one with something like 40 pumps, and with this gas shortage looking people were driving like idiots. Carefully the drivers made there way around a parking lot accident which slowed their exits to a crawl. Erin was nothing short of astounded. By the time she got back into the road another fifteen minutes had gone by. The lizard groaned. She’d be getting on the high way at almost five pm. Traffic was going to be killer. She reached the on ramp and found herself pleasantly surprised. Traffic wasn’t as bad as she feared, at least not yet. Her car drive along at a good clip, sticking to just below the speed limit. The air conditioner was fairing better here as well. Maybe this drive wouldn’t be so bad. Erin took a drink from her diet coke, only to realize she’d finished the whole thing. How had that happened? With a shrug she tossed the bottle aside. Perhaps the lizard’s optimism regarding traffic had been misplaced. She continued to slow, going from a good speed down to a crawl, and eventually a total stop. As the car slowed, her air conditioner started to act up. Erin cracked the last water bottle open, and took a deep gulp. The exit sign ahead told her she was still 10 miles from home. In this traffic that could be almost any amount of time. Maybe twenty minutes, maybe an hour. As the time rapidly closed in on five thirty, slightly over an hour after leaving the office, Erin began to notice an uncomfortable pressure forming in her bladder. Traffic was still very slow going. The last ten minutes she hadn’t gotten over ten miles per hour. She realized she hadn’t peed before leaving, so her last bathroom break would have been something like 3 hours earlier. Shed had a bit to drink while working still too. A small pang of worry hit her, but there wasn’t much to be done. Traffic wasn’t moving. She wasn’t getting anywhere any time soon. She had nothing to do but slowly drive and feel her consistently filling bladder. Realizing that she only had about half of her second water bottle remaining, Erin grimaced. This was not going to be easy. Ten minutes later and the small discomfort was growing into something more. She had to shift around in her seat, trying to get comfortable but the water balloon inside her making it difficult. Was made it even worse was feeling the slosh of liquid in her stomach with every move. There was a constant reminder of how much she drank and how much more was coming with every move. The godawful heat wasn’t helping either, and it was times like this she wished she could sweat. She was surrounded on all sides by an oven, even the windows being down could only help so much. Ten more minutes. It was closing in on six pm and Erin began to worry. She’d had way too much to drink for this. The pressure inside her was building mercilessly. Her car was stuck she’d moved maybe 2 or three miles and still had seven to go. At almost ten minutes a mile there was absolutely no way she could make it home. The only real option was to hold on and wait, which was getting harder and harder. The temperature was becoming even more unbearable. She reached for the half empty bottle and cringed as the water shook around as she began to rub the bottle over herself. At least it was still cool, but the sound of water moving around was awful to endure. Another ten minutes. Erin was really worried now. Another two miles had gone by, but it wasn’t enough. If this traffic didn’t let up soon… she chewed on her lower lip anxiously and played with her grip on the steering wheel. Her skirt, though loose around her knees, was an awfully tight fit around her waist. The article of clothing was a light purple, it would hide nothing. She wished she could stop but even if she did get off the highway, every damn gas station parking lot was nothing short of a zoo. If she could get in, there would be nowhere to park. “I can’t take it anymore!” Erin exclaimed before beginning to clumsily paw at the zipper. It now required serious effort to keep back the flood inside of her. Finally her claws gripped the zipper and she yanked it down. It wouldn’t come. She tried again but it was stuck tight. The zipper would not budge. Having had enough bullshit for one day, she stomped her foot as hard as she could on the brake and tore her skirt down, wincing as the fabric moved over her bulging bladder. Afterwards though, the relief was exquisite. Erin gave a low, thankful moan. She still had to go badly, but wow that had helped. No longer constrained by her skirt, the lizards bladder began to send slightly less urgent signals. At least for now. To avoid prying eyes, Erin pulled a jacket over her lap. Her pink panties were now safely hidden from view. A good thing too, as she worked her hand down press against her hole. Anything that would help. It was getting dangerous to keep driving with how distracted she was. God damnit she needed to piss so badly. Her bladder was so full. The diet coke, water bottles, and whatever she’d had to drink after her last bathroom break had caught up to her in a way she wouldn’t have thought possible. Twisting uncomfortably in her seat, wincing with every small bump in the pavement, options oh so limited. Then a wave of urgency hit. Her brief reprieve from removing her skirt seemed to have passed, and she still had no idea what to do. 2 miles from her exit, and a short drive home after that. Making it just didn’t seemed possible. Nevertheless Erin steeled her resolve as best she could, and somewhat bent over tried to cope. Another wave hit her and she grimaced, bouncing in her seat as she tried to keep control. It was like the last couple drops working their way down had suddenly pushed her over the edge. Her tail twitched and weaved itself angrily around her seat, and her teeth gashed together in frustration. She had to hold it. She hold to hold it. She couldn’t let go. Despite her best efforts, the next wave began to break her dam. A couple drops of moisture began to dampen her panties. The couple drops quickly turned into a small leak. Erin tightened down as best she could, and jammed the tip of her tail against herself, pushing her on hand on harder. It helped for a second, but there was a noticeable wet patch now, and a few more drops got out. Traffic was at a complete stand still. She hadn’t moved in at least five minutes, and realized that whether she wanted to or not she was going to be passing very, very shortly. Erin glanced around her car, looked for a backup plan. A large mouthed cup caught her eye. It wasn’t very large, it was a medium, but maybe it would do. It seemed like her only real choice. “Fuck it.” She murmured. Traffic hadn't moved. She threw her car in park and turned on her hazards to keep anyone from expecting her to move forward. The she wrapped her tail around the cup and brought it to her, and threw a shirt onto the floor of her car with her driving hand. She scooted her seat all the way back before moving forward so she had enough space for the cup, lined it up, and let go. Relief pulsed through her body as the cup began to fill, her stream hissing into it almost as angrily as she felt at the whole situation. The lizard sighed contentedly as her bladder emptied itself. She hadn’t even noticed that she had neglected to remove her panties. Now they were nothing short of soaked. Finally, it was over. Or was it? She blinked in as irritated fashion as she realized her piss was about to reach the brim of the cup. With great effort and a little and a little piss getting on the shirt below her, she cut off, then dumped the cup and brought it back under her. She felt better, sure, but there was still a noticeable need to go and she had already gone this far so what the hell? This time she pushed her panties aside (why had she even bothered?) And let loose again. This time she got the relief she so desperately needed. The cup was most of the way full when her stream ended, but this time the lizard had a satisfied smile. She turned back to the window turn dump the second cup and froze. A male coyote had walked up to Erin, possibly to check if she needed help but she was not sure. The look on his face said he hadn’t been expecting the show he’d gotten if his slack jawed stare was any indication. They stayed awkwardly frozen, before Erin shrugged and turned back to the road ahead. She put the cup in the cup holder and tossed the lid on, then repositioned the seat and put her car back in gear. Her eyes remained determinedly on the road as she rolled away from the coyote. She would normally have been mortified, but at this point was far too relieved to care. With her bladder empty and her mind clear, she drove forward towards her weekend. She’d need to shower now before doing anything else, but that was a small price to pay for not pissing all over her seat. Erin smiled, wondering idly about how the coyote she had left in the dust felt. She didn’t know, but as he got back in his car, he had to readjust his trousers. He had the weirdest boner.
It was a cool Saturday morning, The sun just barely peeking out behind the trees. Not a cloud in sight. Such a Beautifull day to be going to school detention. As we pulled into the school i found it really weird to look at without all the high school kids running around it. Granite Hills School (random school name) was a medium sized school with nothing much to it. The only thing the school is well known for is that 4 years ago it was one of the worst high schools for bullying, high pregnancies, and dropouts. Then one day they hired a disciplinary staff and everything was fixed. Being freshmen i haven't yet seen them myself and for some reason, no one ever wants to talk about it. As we pulled up to the front of the school we were greeted by a tall 6-foot blond girl. She didn't look much older than me and i gease she was just a senior also in trouble. “Excuse me, when will the teacher be here?” my dad asked the girl. “That would be me, i'm Mis.Mare the disciplinary,” she said with a smile. To the shock of us both and dad got out of the car to shake her hand and apologize for not knowing. “It's no problem it happens all the time.” she then looked over to me as i got out of the car and gave me a smile. “So how does this work exactly. Does Sara have to come here every week? Or….” my dad asked wanting to know how long i would be punished. “Ow no for what she did today will be all. Mostly she just has to finish her test and anything else she might not have finished.” Mis.Mare told him before handing him a couple pieces of paper. “This is everything you'll need to know and i would ask you read it as soon as you can.” he nodded and she looked back to me and gestured for me to follow her into the school building. As we walked through the empty halls she leads me to a room labeled D-1. walking in i seen that it was the size of a small class and looked like one except for the one desk in the middle of the room. “Why is their only one desk? Aren't there more students coming?” i asked. “Nope, you're the only one.” she told me as she walked to her desk and held up a folder as i walked over to the desk to sit down. After a moment of silence, she turned around and began writing on the board. 1 finish test. 2 punishment/lines As she wrote that i thought back to yesterday. All i did was not go to my math class and played on my phone in the girl's bathroom. I didn't even know we were having a test until i was caught. At least my punishment only lines. “Before we start i want to ask if you have any other homework you would like to do while you're here?” She asked and i shook my head no. “ok so here's how it'll work you after you finish your test its punishment, lines and then you can go home.” she told me with a smile as she handed me my test and a water bottle. The test wasn't very hard and besides Mis.Mare leaving for a few minutes to check something i was done within 40 minutes. “Done already?” she asked as she picked up both my test and empty water bottle. Throwing the bottle away she placed the test into the folder. “Ok then now please come up to the desk please,” she asked me and i did. I guess she's just going to give me a pen and a sentence to write. Mis.Mare then picked up the folder off her empty desk and put it into a droor before asking me to lift out my hands. When i did i heard a click and felt a cold metal around my hands and realized i was just handcuffed! “What the hell!” i yelled as i tried to get away from Mis.Mare but she just gripped the hand cuffs harder and pulled me over her desk and looped the handcuffs into a lock leaving me lying on the desk with my legs kicking over the edge. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” i screamed until but she then shoved something into my mouth and strapped it behind my head silencing me. “I told you earlier after you finish your test its punishment, lines and then you can go home. This is your punishment before your lines.” this bitch sade with that same simple smile as if this was normal before walking behind me. I tried to kick her but she just grabbed them both and moved them before she grabbed the sides of my pants and pulling them down to my feet. I tried my hardest to do something, to kick her but she just pushed my legs down and put her foon on my pants keeping my feet stuck in them and on the floor. “What cute undies you have,” she said and my face blushed beat red. SMACK! i screamed as loud as i could but was muffled by the thing in my mouth. “That's 1 for ditching class,” she said. my tears started flowing as she raised her left hand and smacked my left but check this time and i screamed again. “1 for playing on your phone during a class period.” Mis.Mare went on from there with each bad thing i did. Again and again. By the end i was out of breath and worn out. Mis.Mare walked around her desk and opened a cabinet before looking at my red teary eyed face and gave me that same smile. “The worst is over, just going to give you some stuff to help.” she said as she took out a paper bag and what back behind me. After a few moments and hearing some rustling sounds she quickly pulled my panties down. I began to squirm again until i felt a cold hand on my butt. “This is some special cream to stop the burning.” she told me before squirting moor cream on me and rubbing it in.” i was so embarrassed but at the same time i had to agree that the cream was soothing my very sore butt. I soon began to relax a bit, or as much as i could in this situation. Until i felt something weird as she began to poke my butthole and quickly slid a finger in and i bit down hard on the thing in my mouth. “Ow so tight. I know exactly what will work,” she said as began sliding her finger in and out and looking into her bag for something else. When she finally removed her finger something bigger was put in. “good girl, that plug fits you perfectly.” I have no idea what the did next, i could feel she put something fluffy on my butt and wrapped it around my crotch before taking a marker and writing something on it. She then started sliding my foot out of my pants and underwear and sliding something else up my legs and over the first thing before i heard a click. Mis.Mare then picked my cloths off the floor and walked back in front of me. Still, with that smile, she folded both my pants and underwear and placed them into the bag before taking a stapler and stapled the bag shut. Then with a marker, she wrote ‘for daddy’ on it and set it aside. “Great punishment is over!” Mis.Mare said with an excited tone. I just glared at her. She then undid the gag and i know could see it looked like a pacifier? She then held up a set of keys in front of me. “Now be a good girl and I'll use this one to let you out.” she said to me. “Fuck... you.” i panted at her but she kept smiling. “I'll let that one go just this once after what just happened.” she said to me before she grabbed a different key and undid the handcuffs. The moment she did i jumped to my feet and tried to run to the door but with the combination of the buttplug and a bulk between my legs, i quickly tripped and fell down. “What the!” i said as i spun around to look at what was between my legs and my brain couldn't comprehend what it was at first. “W-wh..” “It's a diaper sara. Something all bad kids get here.” Mis.Mare said to me as she watched me try to pake it off but it had some type of cover over it with a chain and lock. “That only comes off when you are done with your lines,” she told me. I tried to yell at her. Tried to still leave but the door was locked. I wanted to call the cops but my phone was in my pants and she just put them into her cabinet and held out a pen. “You can try whatever you want but you're not leaving until i get my lines. ‘I will be a good girl for mommy’ 100 times.” she told me as she sat back in her seat, that stupid smile not leaving her face. In the end she was right I couldn't do anything. So waddled my way back to the board and began reluctantly to write my lines. I had just finished writing 28 linens when i felt a major cramp in my stomach. “Can i use the bathroom!?” i asked Mis.Mare. “You may use the bathroom when your lines are done. I promise.” Mis.Mare said. So i continued. I tried to my hardest focus on my lines but i kept getting those cramps every few minutes and i had to stop until it passed. Once it did i tried to write faster making my handwriting sloppy but i finally covered the entire board and Mis.Mare began counting the lines as i bent over with another cramp. “So close but that's only 97. What bad handwriting,” she said. “But it's close enough. Please let me use the bathroom!” i pleaded. “Nope, i said 100 and since you can't do it the first time let's erase it all and start over.” she told me as she raised the eraser. “NOOOO!” I screamed. “Please i'll do anything just let me finish!” i pleaded with her as tears began streaming down my face. “Aww with a face like that it's hard to say no. ok, i have an idea. Be a good girl for mommy and come here.” she told me. I was in so grateful i didn't even bother to correct her. I walked over to her and she spun me around. CLICK. She turned me around again and pulled the plastic covering off revealing the big white diaper i had on. “I'll make you deal.you can either start over on the board, or you can be a good girl for mommy and finish your 3 lines on your diaper.” she told me before standing up and walking away. I looked down at the diaper and began to writing ‘i will be a good girl for mommy, i will be a good girl for mommy, i will be a good girl for mommy. On my diaper. I looked up to Mis.Mare who help out a pink skirt. “Good girl! Now let's get this on you and let you relive yourself,” she told me with her smile and i couldn't help but smile back as i let her help me get it on. It was a cheap skirt and it just barely covered my diaper. I was so glad it was Saturday so no one could see me like this as we walked threw the school. As soon as we got to the bathroom i reached for the door but it was locked. Suddenly a huge cramp hit and i fell to my knees clenching my stomach. “It's ok. The school is closed all the bathrooms are locked but don't worry. You'll be able to go soon.” Mis.Mare told me before reaching out her hand. “Now be a good girl for mommy and take my hand. I did as i was told and she helped me up before leading me by the hand to the front of the school. I could see out the door and see my dad's car already waiting for us and i began to whimper. “you're being a good girl. It's time to go see daddy. Be a good girl for mommy.” Mis.Mare said as we walked to the car and my face was bright red. My dad rolled down the window and looked at us. “How did it go?” he asked “It was perfect. She is almost done.” Mis.Mare told him Wait almost? What does she mean? “Ok ill wait.” he told us as he took the paper bag with ‘for daddy’ on it. Before turning to me. “Be a good girl for mommy and put your hands on the car.” Mis.Mare told me with her smile and i did what i was told. She then got behind me to lift up my skirt and slide her hand into the diaper and grabbed the butt plug. I began to whimper a bit before she whispered in my ear. “You're going to be a good girl from now on. You won't tell anyone about what happen today. You're going to feel really good soon. And if baby girl wants to feel better then, be a good girl for mommy and use your diaper.” she said and pulled the plug out. My eyes went wide and misty as everything i was holding in was coming out! My legs began to buckle as i squatted down and have everything come out as i began moaning from pleasure. Without realizing it i began to let go of my bladder as well. I was on the ground shaking when Mis.Mare opened the back seat door and helped my trembling body into the car and helped me get my seatbelt on before looking me in the eyes. She then started rubbing the front of my pee soaked diaper sending a shiver up my spine. “If baby girl wants this again then be a good girl for mommy.” she told me I had that same smile she had and said “Yes mommy.” Edited September 9, 2017 by lightman (see edit history)
I had Sara place her hands on the car as I lifted up her skirt revealing her diaper and ‘time bomb written on the back. I then slid my hand into her diaper before whispering in her ear what to do and pulled her plug out. I quickly put the plug into a plastic baggie before placing it into my purse as the little girl succumbs to her please. Once she was done I helped her up and into the car but not before fixing the skirt up to show off her full diaper. I had to fight back a tear when I heard the girl call me mommy because I knew she was fully under then. I watched the car drive away before I walked back into the school thinking of what will happen to Sara next. As soon as they get home her daddy will follow the instructions I gave him. The first is to leave her in the diaper for a few hours. If she wasn't broken by me this would help with the punishment, if she was, well this will be a fun experience for her. Next would be to make a lunch and give her the chocolate I added into the bag before getting her clean and giving her clothes back. Agin if she wasn't mine she would just get more humiliation but if she was then she might start to get a fetish for it. And lastly another diaper. Eather as a punishment or reward. Either way, it doesn't matter. I walked into the room labeled D-2 and into my office. It was a nice place I created for myself as I sat down at my desk and opened Sara’s folder before turning on the baby monitor next to me. Over the monitor, i could hear my little girls playing happily in another room. Back to my paper work I began writing down my session with Sara and began giving her marks. She was a good kid, easy to punish, and while hesitant at first came around real quick. I wrote a few more things before I the folder away. I then looked up at the photo of a strawberry blond girl wearing very revealing clothing and I couldn't help but think back to 6 years ago *********************************************** I was the 2nd child in my family of 8. My mother was the type to have a man get her pregnant before forcing them to pay for the kid and doing anything she could so she wouldn't have to work. Including breaking her own leg to try to sue a small company. Between me and my siblings we all never really got along. Most of the time it was just found for yourself. the school was no better. People new about my family and liked to call us trash. It was like the pot calling the kettle black, as most of the school was trash. The school was just full of fucked up people. If you were nice you were bullied, if you were rich you were pampered. If you were ugly you were abused, if you were hot everyone wanted in your pants. Most teachers here quit after just a year or two. It's amazing the school could even function. The only good thing in the entire school was just one teacher. An old army vet named Mr.Hobson. he didn't take shit from anyone. Always ready to put people in their place. He was the math/PE teacher. His class was the only safe haven in the school where the bullies know they couldn't mess with him. During breaks he let us stay in his class just to get away from them. He was a great teacher until Alice Young transferred to our school. She was the very definition of hot at the school. Tight body, big chest, dressed like a slut. From what I heard at the time was that she was raped by a teacher and they moved here to get away from the memories. The truth is that she was fucking a teacher for better grades and was caught. She claimed it was rape and everyone believed her. Even though she was a junior she began to rule the school. It was just before the second half of school that we got a progress report that showed what our grade was and a possibility to improve it before the final grade. My grades were decent, mostly C’s and B’s though I could work in history a bit more as it was a D i didn't really care and neither did my mom. Alice Young’s grads, however, were different. Every class she had were A’s except two, math and PE both at F’s. everyone knew why she flirted with or manipulated all the teachers except Mr.Hobson. She couldn't accept not getting what she wanted and at the time her own daddy was starting to restrict her a bit so she decided to get rid of them both. A week before grades came out the school was in an uproar. Alice Young came to school all beat up, her dad was arrested, and Mr.Hobson never came back to school. Alice tricked her dad into thinking Mr.Hobson beat and raped her so he would kill him. She then told the cops it was her own father that beat and raped her and that he killed the old man for giving his daughter bad grades. It was just so sick and twisted what that girl would do just to get her way. I didn't go to school for a month after that. I couldn't stand that school anymore and my mother and family didn't care. It wasn't until I heard that Mr.Hobson family was selling his stuff did I decide to finally leave the house. Mr.Hobson had a lot of random things he collected over the years, too much for his kids to really keep. So they collected the ones that had memories and a few valuables and sell the rest. Looking around I could see stuff from everywhere he was stationed. It wasn't until I seen a small box did I ask heat it was. It was just some old puzzle box he got in japan. He always said it was magic and that it would only be granted to those who opened it. I got it for $5. It's not like I thought I was actually magic but it was cool looking and I wanted something to remember Mr.Hobson. It was 3 days later that I figured out how to open the box. I was so excited that for a moment I actually thought I might see the magic! But instead, it was just an empty box. I know I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up but I still made a little wish. ‘I wish I could change people. It was a few weeks later that I finally discovered my new abilities. By this point, i had been missing a lot of schools and my mom didn't like me lazing about the house. We got into a fight about being lazy and she stormed out of the house when I told her ‘just get a job and support your family you lazy bitch!”. The next day for the first time ever she stunned us all when she said she had a job interview. At first, i couldn't believe it and over the next few weeks i began to work on my new powers. I have a type of hypnosis. Depending on the age and gender determine how I can manipulate them. For adults are the easiest. Their minds are full grown and don't change as much. However the younger you are the harder it is to get you under and takes a bit more reinforcement. When I finally realized this I decided it was time to get a little bitch back. I was still learning how to control my powers but I came up with a plan to do both. As soon as I got back to school i convince the school to let me work on my grades and catch up. With that out of the way I began my research on Alice and finding out everyone she’s ever dated, for how long and why they broke up. She dated anyone with power and used them until they were useless to her. Mostly she goes after the caption of any sports team that has the spotlight on them. It didn't take much to manipulate the track team and before long I had them all under in a matter of days. Next, I began to date the lowest man on the team eddy. I was made fun of for a while for being trash that cadets a looser. That is until he began to get better. I simply made him focus and work harder on track and if he was up against other members of the team they would sometimes let him win. After a few weeks, i was dating the star of the track team. A zero to hero story, And Alice could see it. Alice then began to put pressure on me to leave him or flirted with him to break up with me. And each time I would tell her ‘you're not woman enough for him’. Eventually i “caught” them making out and pretended to be heart broken. But I knew I finally won and all I had to do was watch. Thanks to my reinforcements she wanted to be woman enough for him while he just argued with her that she was just to immature and preferred a woman that was into his kinks. It took a week but he finally texted me a picture of her peeing her pants for him. This went on until the end of school. By now she was completely in love with him and she changed a lot. She wore less revealing clothing and instead of being a bitch to everyone she could only be at his side. Everyone thought she had finally changed, that she finally mastered. Nope. she just in lust. The clothing change is to hide the pull up she now wears and she stays so close to him is because he has the remote to the toys she’s using. It was here he told her he was ready to see her as a woman but first, she had to do something. *********************Alice pov** It was late at night but I met Eddy in front of the school. i had a bit of a waddle as i walked up to him wearing a big coat. “Did you do what i asked?” he asked me. my face was bright red and i was panting a bit as i opened up my coat revealing my almost naked body. The only thing i had on was a diaper, a pacifier wrapped around my neck, and a faint buzzing sound could from the diaper. i tried to lean in for a kiss but he just stopped me by placing the pacifier into my mouth And told her not yet before taking my coat and leading me into the school. He took me into a room already prepared for us. A bed, an ice chest and a box that already had some of my favorite toys. He leads me to the bed and began taking off his clothes. i was now getting very excited as i tried to remove the diaper Eddy stopped me saying again not yet. He then began kissing my body and play with my breast. When he finally stopped he began to untaped my diaper. By now i was panting so hard the pacifier fell out of my mouth. He then had a good long look at my naked body. Especially at the toy buzzing away getting me ready for him. That is before he told me i wasn't ready i then began to freak out. i didn't want to stop here! I wanted him to finally go all the way and i began to plead with him. “Fine, you just have to do one more thing before you're ready,” he told me and i cheered. He then went over to the box and pulled out a blindfold. Telling me to wear it until he says to take it off. With no way of seeing him, he took out my vibrator and replaced it with an even better one. “That'll keep you occupied until I'm done,” he told me and i began to tremble with pleasure. i could hear him messing around with something and i was getting excited. i then decided to start playing with my clit when my hand was smacked away. “Not yet,” he told me. Party pooper... After a moment i felt a nozzle go into my ass and i jumped when the warm water began to fill me. This wasn't my first enema but it still felt odd to me. “Hands behind your head,” he told me before playing with my breast again while the enema fills me up. When the enema is done i can feel my stomach bloating a bit. He rubs it and calls me a good girl as he pulls the plug out and i immediately want to go, instead, something cool is inserted. “What is that!” I ask. “It's an ice butt plug. The warm water in your tummy will melt it in 2 minutes,” he tells me. He then lifts up my butt and i feel him put a bigger diaper on me and tape me up. “Are you ready?” he asks. “YES YES I'M READY!” I yell just wanting it to be over so we can finally start doing it. “Ok open your eyes”, he tells me and with a big smile on my face, i remove it to see a flash of bright light. “AWWW she's so precious!” i hear a girl's voice as i blink away the flash i look up to see my boyfriend's ex standing next to him with a camera in one hand and his dick in the other. “Wh-what?” i asked my brain going 60 miles an hour before the girl jumps on top of me pinning my hands to above my head. “It was so fun to watch you play the big girl but i think it's time you know he never saw you as a real woman.” she tells with a smile on her face. “b-but i am a real woman!” i yell at her as i try to get her off but to no use. “Do you remember what i told you a long time ago”? she asked as i looked over to Eddy as he masturbates right in front of me. “ you're not woman enough for him, now enjoy your diaper for mommy.” she said as Eddy turned my vibrator on full blast! No, no! This can't be happening! The vibrations make my entire body shack and i know it’s only a matter of time before i cum. I don't even notice that mommy got off of me as i grab the front of my diaper. It feels so good that i finally cum! My body arcs in the air as waves of pleasure wash over me. ********************mommy's pov***************** I watched as both eddy and Alice had their orgasm and Alice fall back to the floor twitching while the back of ther diaper began to expand. she even began to moan even more. I knew right then i broke her and took another picture. It was here that things began to change. To start i made my mom into a better woman by having her get a job and take care of her family. I also made my siblings to never become what our mother was. Plus i made one of them into a bed wetter just for fun before i moved out. Alice Young was on the news as she ran away from home stealing her boyfriend's car and leaving a video of her confessing her crimes. Her father was released and Mr.Hobson’s name was completely cleared. During that summer the school was being fixed up and i threw in a few ideas to add since i became the new disciplinary teacher. With my powers, i could possibly rule the world but i decided i wanted to help it. I wanted to turn this shity school around and make everyone a better person while also adding a bit of my own fun to it. Eddy moved on with his life and forgot everything he did involving me and Alice. I hear he even went to the Olympics not too long ago. I kept this picture of Alice on my desk to help remind me why i do what i do. I smiled at it than i received a buzz in my pocket. I received the message ‘is she ready?’ it asked. ‘Yes, come pick her up at 3:40.’ i replied. Over the baby monitor, i can hear one of them wishing and i know just what was happening. I sighed and get up to check on the babies. I leave my office and into D-3 that had a staircase leading down to my home. Once i'm down there i could see my naughty baby Alice on top of baby Bobbi.
*this chapter was made 2 different ways. I will be posting both on two different sights. If you could please check them both and tell me what you think. Link will be below the chapterI watched for a moment as Alice was humping Bobbi’s diaper before going over and smacking her leg. With tears in her eyes, she got off Bobbi.“Bad girl! You know she gets full rights with the toy today. If you keep acting up you won't get to have ‘fun time’ at all today.” I sternly tell the Alice as I turn my attention to Bobbi and helped her up.Bobbi was a short girl with a nearly flat chest but a very cute face and nice long black hair that touched her shoulders. walking her over to the kitchen table and sat her fluffy bottom down on a chair.turning to my baby Alice with a look that told her she was in trouble she followed and sat down across from Bobbi.“It's not fair, why does she get to have it all day,” Alice whined causing Bobbi to give a slight giggle at her frustration.“Because Alice today is her re-birthday,” I tell her as I open the cupboard to pull out a box of cookies.“What's that?” Bobbi asked.“It's a day where little babies are done with their training and get to go home,” I tell her and lay down 2 cookies for the both of them to tide them over until lunch is done.“I want a re-birthday!” Alice said with a demanding tone, to which I pinched her nose and turned her to face me.“If you keep up your whining you'll get your punishment. Do you understand?” I ask her with a smile and with fear and tears in her eyes she nods. “Good.” I prepare them a lunch of pb&j with carrot sticks and milk before sending them both to the play room. During the summer of when I started, i had them add a living space under the school. At first, it was the size of a small apartment with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and 2 bedrooms. One for me and the other for baby Alice. The night I broke her I realized just how cute she was and couldn't stand the thought of her diaper butt in jail, So I kept her for myself. Now every summer when the school is being fixed up I have them add something or add more space for something. Now my home is nice and cozy, plus for those really bad kids are introduced to my “PLAY ROOM”.Once I'm done cleaning the kitchen I sit down on the couch and finish up my little project. A little scrapbook of little bobby's transformation.********************************6 months agoThe school year was just about to started and already I had a few trouble makers early on. During the summer I'm given a list of all the new students coming in and look at what their records say about them. I don't mind the kids that get the odd detention because I'll get to them when they do get in trouble. It's the ones who are always getting into trouble that I look into. For these kids, i go straight to the source and meet with them and their family. I then try to find the problem and fix it like making the family be more open with each other or having the parents back off their kid a bit. I learned that kids will mostly act out because of some family problems.But then there are the ones where I have to take over such as a bully being abused at home so he lashes out at school, a spoiled brat thinking they're top shit, to kids just being assholes just because. For them, i really get involved and soon it's all fixed.Bobbi, however, was a different story altogether. Her mother died 7 years ago and her father remarried 3 years ago. At first, bobbi was all supportive of the marriage but when her father had to leave for months at a time she soon began to hate her new mother.Just a week before school started I visited Bobbi's house and meet with the new mother. She told me everything that has happened. How she lashes out, gets into fights at school, was caught more than once smoking weed, and even tormenting her little step brother who still wets the bed at night at 6.After hearing all that I just couldn't help myself but want to help. So for the first time ever, i ask the mother a question.“Would you like that sweet little kid back?”3 weeks into the school year I finally called Bobbi into my office. Normally I would have called her in a lot sooner but I had to get things ready and I wanted to focus a lot of time on her so I worked hard on the others just so I can focus a lot of time on her.The punishment went smoothly. Using much the same tactic I used on Sara I used on her except I didn't put give her a laxative and I kept the locking panties on her. Telling her if she wanted out she would come to the school at 6 o'clock in the morning, 2 hours before the school opens.At first, she called me a bitch and that i couldn't do this to her and that she would call the cops or sue. To which i told her to go right ahead. I won't stop her. This stunned Bobbi as she now began to wonder if i had some way to avoid getting into trouble or if i was just bluffing.Before she could even try to think of something to say to me i told her to have a nice day and pushed her out of my office leaving the girl to walk home with a diaper under her skirt and being too embarrassed to do anything.Bobbi kept quiet about what happens and when asked what happened to her pants she told her mother they ripped so the school gave her a skirt to wear home. She then went to her room and tried everything to remove the lock but found nothing worked. She wanted to try some of her dad's tools but didn't want to risk her step mom finding out.Reluctantly Bobbi came back to the school in the early morning. Having gone without dinner for not wanting her family to somehow find out about her diaper. Plus getting very little sleep because she really had to use the bathroom.I was happy when i saw Bobbi. I even asked if she used the diaper yet? Her face went bright red and repeatedly told me no. so i decided to check for myself. She tried to stop me but i told her i would just leave the lock on if she wanted to fight me.I lifted the skirt and felt the diaper all over. The girl was trembling as i poked and felt all over. “What a good girl, you keep it clean, what a good girl,” i told her which made her face grow even redder. I then ripped the skirt casing Bobbi to freak out.I ripped it in just a way that they now wouldn't stay on the young girls frame no matter how hard she tried. “Come now, let's get those undies unlocked,” i told her before taking her by the hand and walking her through the school, leaving behind the now ruined skirt.Bobbi was beyond embarrassed walking through the school with her diapered bottom on full display. She was just so happy that no one was around to see her like this. She just couldn't wait to get this damn thing off.But Mis.Mare had just one stop before they got to her office. They stepped right into the boy's bathroom. Bobbi began to freak out a little more as she was dragged into the room and forced into a stall with the teacher.Then right in front of Bobbi, Mis.Mare got the toilet ready, pulled her own pants down and began to pee in the toilet right in front of her. Seeing the teacher pee only helped to remind Bobbi of needing the bathroom even more that she began to hold the front of her diaper to try to hold it in.“Aww, what a good girl trying to hold it in. but you shouldn't worry it won't leak.” the teacher told her with a smile on her face as she finished up. “Like hell, I'm using this thing you damn bitch!” Bobbi said to me but i ignored it. When we were finally at the office Bobbi was close to bursting. I walked over to my desk opened up my door and asked for Bobbi to come over to the desk. I asked her to bend down a bit so i can get to the lock and as she did i grabbed something from behind her before unlocking the panties.“Finally!” Bobbi yelled as she tried to stand up and rush out the door to the bathroom but was stopped when a hand pushed her body back down over the desk. Before Bobbi could even ask what was going on she could feel a paddle smack the back of her diaper.Bobbi pleaded for it to stop but Mis.mare continued. Giving her a smack for every bad thing she's done. Her body couldn't last any longer as her body began forcing her to let out everything it had.“What a good girl, you don't waste your diaper.” Mis.mare told bobbi as tears began to stream down her eyes, wondering just how much worse this could get. She didn't have to wait long as her paddling continued!When it was done bobbi was so tired she didn't care she was being picked up by mis.mare and walked thru the school again. This time with a full diaper on display.The teacher took bobbi into the girl's locker room and sat the girl down on a hard bench before going over to the showers and starting them. Bobbi dint stops her when she stripped them both and forced her into the shower to help wash off the mess.Once done bobbi was given a new change of clothes but instead of panties, she was given a pull up instead. With no choice in the matter, she put it on, along with a simple red t shirt and black pants that felt a little snug with the pull up on.Mis.mare then lead bobbi to the nurse's room where she was told to lie down on the bed. She did as she was told just wondering what this crazy bitch was going to do next. Mis.mare just pulled out a small blanket and laid it on her.“It’s 6:45 right now and the first bell isn't till 7:53. Take a nice little nap before school starts,” she told bobbi. Without any complaint, bobbi nodded off from exhaustion. “What a good girl.”Bobbi spent the rest of the day in the pull-up. It wasn't so bad but the moment she got home she ripped the damn thing off to put on her real underwear.Bobbi didn't see Mis.mare for the rest of the week and bobbi thought it was finally over until Monday morning she was called into her office. They're waiting for her was a paddle and a diaper laying on the teacher's desk.“Are you ready for your next punishment?” mis.mare asked her“No i don't want to do this!” bobbi told the teacher to no shock.“I don't care what you want. This is your punishment for being a bad girl.”“But you can't do this!”“But i can. And now little girl you are starting to get on my nerves. You can either be a good girl and accept your punishment, or i can force you back into that old diaper you used before. I saved it just for you.” mis.mare lied to Bobbi about that last part but the look of shock and disgust on her face was priceless.“Please, I'll do anything. I just don't want to be in diapers!” bobbi whined and the both of them stared at each other. For a minute the tension in the air was high and bobbi was afraid she might actually be put back into that nasty diaper.“Ok I'll give you a lesser punishment.” mis.mare told Bobbi as she put away the thick diaper and paddle. Bobbi relaxed a moment until she then pulled out a pull up.“What's that for?” bobbi asked already knowing it was for her.“Your new punishment. You are to take this pull up and every morning at 7 you are to bring me back a full one.” mis.mare told her.“But…” bobbi started but mis.mare stopped her.“It's simple. You take the pull up home. You decide when to fill it. You can fill it with pee, with poop, or both i don't mind. But you must come to school wearing it. If it's not full or you decide not to do it then you'll get an even worse punishment.”With the rules set out for bobbi, she took the pull up and went back home. She kept the pull up in her purse and was trying hard to think of some way out of this and just decided she would take the pull up and put it on just before 7 and go then. That plan didn't work out so well as when she woke up she used the toilet before leaving and only realized what she did when she got to the school. She quickly changed into the pull-up and tried her hardest to pee but only a little came out.Mis.mare was not happy with it. She paddled the girl and told her she had one more chance. But now not only did she have to bring in a full pull up in the morning but now after school as well! To make sure bobbi know the risks of disobeying, mis.mare pulled out a big baggy with a full diaper. Courtesy of baby Alice that morning but bobbi didn't know that.The mere thought of that diaper scared bobbi she held in whatever she could during the day just so she had a full pull up just for mis.mare. At night bobbi was even too scared to use the bathroom too late at night for fear she might not have enough for in the morning. Mis.mare even gave her a little present to help her remember. A little sigh that she hung on her wall that said ‘what a good girl, remember the consequences.’ This went on for 2 weeks until one very scary morning. Bobbi pissed the bed. Bobbi was so upset that she began crying waking up her step mom who came in to check on her. The step mom then went over to comfort the crying child and to tell bobbi it was just an accident and that these things happen. But bobbi wasn't crying because of that, she was crying because she now didn't have enough to fill her pull up.Bobbi couldn't help but cry even more when she told Mis.mare what happened. But Mis.mare is a fair woman and told the crying child that under the circumstances she would help her. Bobbi didn't know what she meant until Mis.mare stuck her hand down the back of her diaper and felt something is squirted into her butt.Mis.mare then told bobbi to write ‘what a good girl i am’ on the board until ‘it’ happens. She had no idea what “it” was but she did as told and after a few minutes she felt a cramp. She then remembered that the pull up had to be full with one of two things. And she was about to do the second. She wanted to whine, she wanted to use the toilet, but she new mis.mare was just trying to help her.It didn't take much longer when bobbi felt the back of her pull up to expand and just squat down to finish.“What a good girl you are.” mis.mare told her and even helped get her cleaned up again. This time, however, she suggested that until her punishment was over she should wear the pull up to bed as well just in case of any more accidents.It was another two weeks and she was in pull ups full time now. She figured why to waste the pull-up and underwear. She had to wear a bit more baggy clothing to help cover up the pull-up but she didn't mind much. That is until during her history class she felt a little odd. She felt wet for some reason, like she just….Bobbi jumped out of her seat freaking some of the other students as she ran out of the classroom and into Mis.mare’s office.“WHEN IS MY PUNISHMENT OVER!” Bobbi yelled at the teacher who only looked at her with a smile. “PLEASE TELL ME! I HAVE BEEN IN THIS PULL UP SO LONG I JUST WET MYSELF WITHOUT REALIZING IT!” she continued to screamMis.mare calmly got up, walked over to the girl and began to swat her padded behind for screaming at a teacher and for leaving in the middle of class. She then sat bobbi down in a chair while she called up the history teacher and tell them that she was now dealing with bobbi.Once bobbi was calmed down Mis.mare explained that if she had gone with the first punishment that it would have been over 2 weeks ago. But because she wanted this punishment it won't be over for another 4 weeks.Bobbi didn't even try to argue about it. She knew she couldn't win, and mis.mare could see it.“Wow, what a good girl you're being, not whining about not getting your way. I think i might have something you can do after school that might lessen your punishment.” mis.mare said and bobbi got excited. Bobbi didn't even care she was sent back to class in a now cold wet pull up. She just wanted this to be over.The moment class ended she rushed to Mis.mars office just so eager to finally be done but mis.mare just told her to sit at the desk and do her homework until she was done with her work. Mis.mare wouldn't even give her a new pull up telling her she could wait a little while longer for a change.Mis.mare then left for 30 minutes to deliver some paperwork leaving me bored and in the need to use the bathroom again. But i did as mis.mare said and be a good girl for her.When the teacher came back she could see the young girl fidgeting in her seat trying hard not to go number 2. Without wasting any time mis.mare took bobbi by the hand and lead her to room D-3, a room bobbi has never seen open before.Once opened bobbi could see a stairway leading down and was told to head down. When she reached the bottom she was now in a living space under the school. She was shocked that something like this could be the school that as she walked further inside she didn't notice the hallway to her right that had someone running towards bobbi and tackled her.Both bodies hit the grand and bobbi began to freak out. One because she thought she was being attacked. And two she literally just shit herself.“Bad Alice, you know better than to jump on people.” Mis.mare said as she pulled the blond girl off of bobbi.“Sorry mommy.” the Alice girl said with a smile and stuck her tongue out a little.“Wh-whats going on?” i asked now very confused.“Well, you see my little girl here been getting a bit lonely recently. And when i saw what a good girl you were being earlier i decided that i would end your punishment early if you did just one thing.“What's that?” bobbi asked in total confusion.“Just spend the weekend with Alice. That's it.” mis.mare said with a smile. Before smelling the air. “Alise didn't i just change you?” turning to Alice and i finally realized that she was wearing a bright pink dress with a very notable diaper. “It's not me!” Alice said proudly as mis.mare checked the back of her diaper before looking at me.“Well, i guess someone's a stinky baby.” Mis.mare said to me and i couldn't help but blush hard.I had messed my pull up so bad that it leaked all over. Getting poop on both my skirt and shirt. Mis.mare then stripped me, got me as clean as possible and threw me and Alice into a bath while she told me what was going to happen.“I've already cleared it with your mom so you'll spend the weekend with Alice. Once that's over you are no longer in trouble.” mis.mare told me. I didn't even question it and just nodded in agreement. “What a good girl you are bobbi,” she said in praise.After we were washed up mis.mare left us to play in the water for a bit while she threw my clothes into the wash. When we finally got out Mis.mare diapered Alice and put her into a cute pink onesie. I was next and instead of my normal pull up she diapered me in the same thick diaper as Alice, telling me that they won't leak before giving me a long white nightgown.I then was lead to Alice's room. It was big and pink. The floor was covered in little girl toys, she had what looked like a changing table that was filled with diapers and other baby products. On the other side of the room, she had a big book shelf filled with baby books the stuff that bobbi herself read. At first, i thought Alice would have a crib but she instead had a regular bed. She even had a giant cute stuffed animal that was 6ft tall and was very fat, it looked like something out of a cartoon. We played dolls and colored for a few hours and i had to admit i was having a little fun.Not long after that we were called into the living room and seen it was all set up. The couch was covered in blankets. The coffee table had plates of chicken nuggets, pizza pockets, and french fries. There was even a veggie plate in the center.“Now let's get this sleepover started.” mis.mare said as she put in a movie.Alice and i were nice and warm under the blankets as we ate our finger food dinner and watched a cute movie. The only hard part was using the sippy cup Mis.mare gave us.Once the movie was over Mis.mare had us help clean up the mess before having us set down blankets for a little bed in the living room. By now it was close to 8 at night.“Ok girls who need a change before bed?” mis.mare asked us. My diaper was still clean so i didn't say anything.“One-second mommy,” Alice said. Looked over at her diaper and saw that it too looked clean as she stood up and then squatted down right beside me. I watched in shock as her face scrunched up and the back of her diaper began to fill out. Her face then relaxed and a hiss could be clearly heard from her diaper.“What a good girl.” mis.mare passed Alice as she waddled over to her mommy for a diaper change. “Bobbi, will you go in your diaper for mommy too?”immediately i thought why not? I'm already in the diaper. I just watched Alice use it right in front of me. And i really wanted mommy to praise me as well. So i get on all fours and began to fill my diaper just like Alice did.I then crawled over to mommy who was now changing Alice. Alice giggled saying i had a big diaper butt and began to pat it.“What a good girl you are.” mommy told me.As soon as we were changed mommy had us lay down on the blankets while she got us out a treat for being such good girls for her. She came back with a box and told Alice to get on top of me.“You're going to love this,” Alice told me as she got on top of me. Before i could even ask what was happening both Alice and I began to moan as something vibrating was put onto our diapers.“What naughty little baby i have.” mommy said as she took turns playing with us both for a few minutes before rolling Alice off of me. We were both panting when mommy began to play with Alice. Rubbing the vibrating wand all over her diaper.“Ok Alice, tell mommy how much you love her.” mommy asked her.“I LOVE YOU MOMMY SO MUCH!” Alice screamed as i watched her cum right into her diaper.“Good, now bobbi come over here please.” mommy asked and patted her lap. I did as i was told and sat in mommy's lap where she lifted the front of my diaper and slid the vibrator in.The vibrator was so intense i grabbed it as my body began to shake. Mommy then began to massage my chest and whispered in my ear.“What a good girl you are. Now if you want to cum you must tell mommy how much you want to be a baby.”“I WANT TO BE A BABY, PLEASE LET ME BE A BABY MOMMY!” Bobbi screamed and jolted as she too felt the joy of being mommy’s baby.***************************************************Bobbi’s been with us since. I personally took her out of school and been training her in my home. Playing well with Alice and her toys, even the special ones. Over time she became just as happy and behaved as Alice.Soon my alarm went off and i got both babies ready and we walked upstairs. Waiting for us in the back of the school was Bobbi's stepmom, or should i say, new mommy.The new mommy was very surprised when we came out the back door and for the first time in a long time could see what bobbi had become. Bobbi was wearing a light blue dress with frills covering her diaper. Her hair was nice and long and she was even wearing a little makeup. Nothing the old one would be caught dead wearing.“I-it can't, are you saying, is she really?” the new mommy stammered until i grabbed her hand and placed it under baby Bobbi's diaper.“What a good girl you're being bobbi, why don't you show your, new mommy, what you like doing now?” i asked. With a bright smile on Bobbi's face, her diaper began to get warmer and heavier.Alice and i watched as bobbi was put into her car seat and was taken home to enjoy her new life with her new mommy“Come on little Alice. Let's see if we can find you another sister.” mommy told Alice. if you liked this part please check out the outher verion on https://redwelch2222.deviantart.com/art/Be-good-for-mommy-3-704532146?ga_submit_new=10%3A1505460018 i thank you all for reading
This is just a Halloween extra chapter. I will have the next part of the main story in a few days. “Marylynn! Are you almost ready! They will be here soon!” I yell upstairs for my sister.“I'm almost done! Be down in 2 minutes Felicia!” she yelled back. Why is she never ready on time? Well, at least she’s more well behaved then she used to be.*************************** 1 year ago.I was a high school senior and was invited to a big Halloween party. Now, normally I don't go to such parties, preferring to go to small ones with just a few friends. This year, however, we decided that if it was going to be our last year why not go to as many parties as we can.However, my father was against the idea. Saying he didn't trust me going alone so I had to take my sister who is 3 years younger than me. I tried to protest but he would have none of it.It was half an hour before the party when I meet Mis.mare for the first time. I had gotten in my costume early and was handing out candy to the trick or treaters coming to the door. My costume was a gender swap of Freddy Krueger called Miss. Krueger.A ripped and blood-splattered knit sweater dress with red and brown horizontal stripes. With a matching fedora and slasher glove.I was quite shocked when I opened the door to find 2 very big trick or treaters.The first was a blond haired girl with a chest bigger than mine dressed as a gothic inspired vampire with a poly-knit dress with bell sleeves, a high attached collar, with lace and filigree print details and A black elastic choker. She even had 2 fack pointy fangs.The other was a shorter girl who at first thought she was 13. She was dressed as a maid in a black corset-style dress, white puffy sleeves with bow details, a lace ruffled skirt with attached apron, a white embroidered bodice, a matching lace choker, and a matching maid headpiece. She even had little black gloves and stocking while holding a feather duster. The both of them yelled “TRICK OR TREAT” at the same time. I was stunned at first until I someone behind them. A woman who was smiling and slightly nodding her head yes.Not knowing what I should do I gave the girls candy. They both said thank you and rushed off the deck.“Alice, Bobbi, you both stay right there for me.” the women called to them and I could have sworn I heard them say ‘yes mommy?’.The woman was in a full-length red dress with allover gold shimmer, irresistible thigh-high slit, chain decorations with a faux ruby brooch. A tall collar with gold trim attached, and a cape that connects from the dress to the gold sequin bracelets, and a red glitter devil horns headpiece.“I'm sorry for the confusion but my girls just love Halloween and it's hard to say no to them.” the women told me and I realized that they must have some kind of mental disorder.“I'm so sorry,” I tell her“It's fine, I'm just glad you're not one of those people who slam the door in their face because of their not 12.” she tells me and I immediately feel bad.“Hey, girls, you want some more?” I call out to the girls. They immediately rush back to get a big handful of candy each.“Thank you so much!” the girls say to me.“Yes thank you.” said the women looking after the girls. “My name is Mis.mare.”“Felicia,” I replied as I watched the 3 of them walk away.Not long after that my sister finally came downstairs wearing a simple nun outfit. We then took a couple of photos with dad before I drove us to the party.On the way there we pulled to a stop light and right across the street was Mis.mare and the girls. I was going to drive up and say hi when the one in the maid outfit tripped.“Hay is that chick over there wearing a diaper?” my sister asked. Sure enough under the girl’s skirt was a big diaper. “Ow my god what a fucking loser!” my sister said and began laughing uncontrollably.I didn't want to risk the girl any further humility buy having my sister laugh at her so I continued to drive without stopping.Once we got to the party and got out of the car I heard my sister yell ‘finally’ before taking off the nun outfit revealing her real costume.A witch costume made of a fancy dress outfit. Darkly glam with a seductive edge, with a black and purple mesh dress with panels of lace, triangle cups finished with stud detailing, with a tie-up satin halterneck. Includes and Included a mini witches hat.A costume we both know our dad would never let us go out inThe party wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. For starters, I don't really like being around a lot of people. Next was that my friends weren't here, most of them live too far away or don't have cars that they couldn't come. And the one who could got sick. Lastly, I had to keep an eye on my sister to make sure she didn't do anything stupid. I wound up just answering the door and giving candy to trick or treaters in the end.About an hour into the party I opened the door and had a pleasant surprise and the same girls yelled ‘TRICK OR TREAT’ at me again.“Ow what a surprise.” mis.mare said as I gave the girls candy.“Ya, it is how are you 3 doing?” I asked.“Were doing good. Bobbi here got a little scrape earlier but she’s fine,” she tells me as I looked down and seen a purple band-aid on the girl's knee.Before I could say anything else here came running my sister.“Felicia you will not believe what…” she said excitedly but stopped when she noticed the girls. “Ow my god is that the same diaper loser we seen in the car!” she asked before she started laughing to all of our surprises.“Marylynn! What the fuck! That's fucking rude as shit!” I yell at her but Marylynn just ignored me and went back to the party.When I looked back I seen Bobbi was starting to cry and Mis.mare was trying to comfort her.“I am so sorry for what my sister did.” I apologized.“Mommy can we pull a ‘trick’ on the mean girl?” the vampire girl asked staring daggers at my sister who was talking to a few other girls and pointing at us.“I don't know Alice. I think you should ask our new friend first.” mis.mare told her.Both girls then gave me a pleading look as I turned back to see my sister and her friends laughing. I just nodded yes.I walked up to my sister 30 minutes later and told her it was time to go.“You gotta be kidding me, I just promised to show Steev a trick I can do with this dress. Can't we leave in another hour,” she asked as she waved to the Steev guy.“Not really, dad just texted. He said he found what you were hiding and for us to get home know.” I lie to her. She fell for it easily and we rushed to my car.As we drove off I begin to fidget around and grab my crotch.“God I have to pee,” I say out loud.“Why didn't you go at the party?” Marylynn asked.“Did you see the line there?” I replied before turning into a park.“What are you doing?” she asked.“Look I'm going to piss myself soon it's either here or in my pants.” I tell her’“Then hurry up,” Marylynn told me.“You're coming with me,” I tell her as I open the door.“Why?”“Because it's dark and it's safer with someone than alone. Now either come with me or argue and have dad get more pissed at you,” I tell her. She just sighs and gets out of the car to follow me into the public women's bathroom.The moment was inside I grab Marylynn’s phone and Mis.mare and her girls come rushing in. Marylynn tries to yell but is hushed when something is put into her mouth. It's a mad tangle of limbs and clothes as we strip Marylynn and put a new outfit on her.She was put into a dress that has a criss-cross ribbon pattern on its bodice that helps it mimic the look of a lace-up corset, while the layered skirt flaunts a front panel and black lace trim. flirty fishnets, bold boots, a cap and hood, and a basket. Not to mention the other little extras such as the red mittens and the big white diaper on her bottom.“Aww just look at this little red riding hood.” Mis.mare commented as we all moved away from her.Marylynn was so confused as to what was going on. She even lifted up her skirt to see the diaper around her waist when she heard a click. She looked up at me and my phone as I took a few more pictures.Marylynn quickly jumped to her feet and tried to rush for the camera but was just grabbed from behind by Mis.mare. “I think it's time you calmed down little red.” she told my sister.“I would do as she said, or I post the pictures on every social media I have,” I tell her.She immediately stops and just glares at us all.“Ok little red. I want to make you a deal.” Mis.mare tells her as she sets my sister on the toilet. “Normally I would have you do something way worse but because your sister was so nice I decided to make your punishment simple. You can either drink this bottle of milk and go trick or treat with my girls And at the end of the night, you give them your candy as an apology. Or you walk home in your new outfit while we go show the world how cute you look in a diaper.” Mis.mare asked with a smile on her face. “What will it be little red?”My sister picked the obvious choice and took the big bottle. And along with Alice and Bobbi all drank their bottles like good girls.We had about 2 hours left until Halloween was over and we weren't missing a second.It was amazing watching my sister with Alice and Bobbi go door to door and say trick or treat. She was getting so embarrassed but Mis.mare just continued to encourage her. Saying “go to that house little red, great job little red, how much did you get little red.” And my favorite.“Do you have to go potty little red?” she asked my sister when she began to fidget with her skirt.“N-no im good.” she lied to us but we could tell. We still had half an hour left and by the time we were done she was grabbing at her crotch and trying to cross her legs but to no help.“Aww look at little red. She looks like she's about to burst.” Mis.mare said out loud.“I am! Now please help me find a bathroom!” Marylynn demanded.“Not yet. You still need to give your apology to the girls little red,” I tell my sister. “Here’s your stupid candy, you happy now?” Marylynn said as she shoved her bag of candy into Bobbi’s hand and looked back at us.“Little red I have a question for you. Do you know why you're the only one who needs to pee?” Mis.mare asked her.“No why?” my sister asked not really caring and just focusing as hard as she can on holding herself.“Because little red, they've already gone.” Mis.mare say and both Bobbi and Alice lift up their dresses to reveal a sagging yellow diaper. “Now listen to what your sister said little red.” I then grab my sister’s arms and have her face me as I look directly into her eyes and grab the front of her diaper.“Little red, use your diaper like a good girl you want to be,” I tell her.Marylynn eyes widen while little tears start coming out as I feel the front of her diaper get warm and began to sag.***********************************Ever since that night Marylynn has been so well behaved. She also got a diaper fetish as well. Even going so far as to wet the bed and her pants at school just so our dad would put her back in diapers.Every once in awhile she will even slip up and call me mommy which I find so cute!I hear the doorbell ring and when I open it I'm greeted with another happy ‘TRICK OR TREAT’“Why hello girls, how is your Halloween going,” I asked them “It's going great!” Alice proudly announced.“Ya we're getting lots of candy,” Bobbi told me holding up a bag that was already ¼ full.“The girls are so excited to see little red, is she ready?” Mis.mare asked.“I'm coming!” Marylynn yells as she rushes to the door to happily greet are two best friends. I look down at my little baby sister and can only giggle as she wore a cheerleaders outfit but somehow got the back of the skirt stick in the diaper revealing it to the world.“Let's go get some candy,” I tell them not bothering to fix the skirt. 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It’s been 3 months since Bobbi went back to her own mommy and Alice has been getting a little upset. Alice had finally had someone to talk and play with while I'm at work. She’s really missing the company but the sad thing is I just can't find her the right sister. With Alice, she was so bad that I completely babytized her before adopting her. With Bobbi, I babytized her for the mommy. Both were extreme cases as with the rest of the school its just punishment. To anyone I punish they are too embarrassed about one thing or another that they don't dare say a word to anyone. Then when others take notice of the change they get scared and don't do anything wrong if fear of what will happen. In all good conscience, I can't make any of them into Alice’s sister because they don't do anything to deserve it. However, I do git kids like Sara who will stop by and ask to be diapered but that's only because they now have a fetish for it. I was about to give up when I got a shocking phone call. ************************************ RIP Betty Mare. 1969-2017 I could only stare at the grave as the rest of the mourners left the graveyard and off to the wake at my eldest sisters house. Mom died on her way to work after being hit by a drunk driver. Ever since I left a few years ago I rarely ever talked to my family. I guess after so many years of being treated like a meal ticket will do that to ya. Even with me making my mother a better person the moment we could leave was the moment we did and never looked back. I was the last to leave the grave and drive over to my sister's house. I decided not to take Alice with me only because she has never met my mother and personally I never wanted her to. Plus since my sisters and I don't really see eye to eye I think that was for the best. I didn't know most of the people at the wake. Half of them being from my mom's old life, the other was from her new life. Personally, i could care less about all of this. If it wasn't for the one major problem my mother left I wouldn't be here. That problem being Jean Mare. Of my sister, in order their Evelyn, Me, Janice, Janet, Sharon, Katherine, Jean, and Brenda. Both Janet and Janice disowned the family when they left the house. Sharon, Katherine, Jean, and Brenda are all under 18 but Sharon, Katherine, and Brenda all live with their dad’s after they got custody over them. Jean was the only one left to stay with our mother for the last few years. She was now 13 and with our mom gone she had nowhere to go. No one knows who her dad is. My mom's parents disowned her lazy ass years ago. And right now I hear Evelyn and Sharon argue were she would stay. Evelyn just opened up her own business not too long ago and barely has time for anything else. Were Sharon just turned 19 and moved in with her boyfriend in a tiny apartment. I can hear them arguing about it before I even entered the room. “You have the house, you have the money, you take her!” Sharon tells Evelyn “All that money goes right back into the business and I'm always working. I wouldn't be able to look after her!” Evelyn tells Sharon. I listen to the banter a bit more before announcing I was in the room. They both turned to me with a look of shock. “I thought you already left.” said Evelyn. “Hell I'm surprised you even turned up.” said Sharon. “Look I know I haven't been around but I know neither have you two. But she is still my mother and I'm going to at least pay my respects. Now tell me why you two are fighting.” I tell them, using some of my powers on that last bit just to move on to the problem. “We're trying to figure out where Jean is going to stay,” Sharon told me. “Right now we are running out of options. I can't take her because I'm rarely home and can't watch her,” said Evelyn. “While I have a tiny apartment Jack and I can barely afford,” Sharon explained. “We've tried Sharon, Katherine, and Brenda’s families but none of them want or can't take her in. I'm sad to say but we're running out of options.” Evelyn explained. “Wait, why didn't you ask me?” I asked very confusedly. “Your kidding right? You were the first to leave, the first to disown the family. We weren't even expecting you to show up.” said Evelyn. “Ok I get it, but don't just point the blame at me. Look I have a good job, a home with plenty of room and I'm already used to working with teens. Out of everyone you know, I am the only one that is qualified to take her in.” I tell my sisters. They both look at each other mulling it over before they agree that I would be looking after Jean. I look out Evelyn’s window and see jean on a small bench in the backyard. People all around her talking about our dead mom while all she does is stare blankly at the ground. All that is going through my head right now is ‘what the hell did I get myself into?’ It wasn't long after that I drove up to my mom's apartment. Standing outside with 2 bags was Jean who looked like a zombie. She didn't talk, her movements were sluggish, and her face was dark and had bags under her eyes. All around her was a garage sale of all my mother's things. Before I changed her my mom got quite the debt and even with her working she had to work 2 jobs just to try to get out of it and be a good mother. When it was just her and jean a year ago she decided to downgrade from the shitty house they were living in a small apartment. “Are you ready to go?” I asked her when I got out of the car to help her with the bags. She didn't answer me. Just put the bags away and got into the car. “She hasn't spoken a word in days,” Evelyn told me as she brought out another box of my mom's things. “After we sell this moms dept should be clear.” “Would it be ok if I took a quick look around?” I asked. “Go ahead, hell take a few pictures if you want.” she told me pointing to a box with picture frames before going back inside. “Are you sure you don't want to grab anything else from here?” I ask jean in the car but she ignored me and laid down in the back seat. I sighed and began to look at all of my mom's things. Most of them were just little nicknacks she collected over the years. Taking a look at the box of pictures I found 3 that I decided to keep. One was of my mom, one of me, and one of all my sisters together at one of our birthdays. Years ago. As I turn around something catches my eye, A box full of toys. “Hay Evelyn mind if I take that box of toys?” I asked as she came out with another box. She looked at me then at the box then shrugged ‘why not’ and went back to what she was doing. I put the box into the back of the car and grabbed out an old stuffed animal that I remembered Jean loving a long time ago and slipping it into my purse. If she doesn't want the toys I know one little girl that will. When we got to the school Jean’s dead expression never changed. She wasn't even surprised that I lived under the school. It wasn't until we got inside and Alice ran up to greet us did she show a sign of shock. “I'm so happy to meet you, Jean, mommy has told me all about you!” Alice happily bounced in her purple t-shirt and diaper before hugging Jean, who was a foot and a half shorter than the baby. “Ok, Alice I think that's good. Jean isn't feeling all too well right now,” I tell her and she lets go of the 13-year-old. “I'm sorry,” Alice told jean who didn't reply back. I lead Jean to Bobbi's old room and told her that from now on this would be her room. The room was big and pink. The room was a mostly empty except for the dresser, a desk, a bookshelf that had a few books, and the bed that had Disney princesses bedspread on it. “I'm sorry if you don't like the color, we can paint it whatever you want later. And the bedspread well changes as well. It was just the only thing we had left.” I tell her but she doesn't respond. Only walking over to the bed, taking off her shoes, and laying on top facing the wall. I didn't know what to do at the moment. I'm used to disobedient kids that are acting up. Not emotionally empty ones that don't show emotion. “If you need anything I'll be right outside,” I tell her before leaving the room, leaving the door slightly cracked. I went back upstairs and got her 2 bags and the box of toys bringing them back downstairs. I gave the box to Alice who was excited to see all the new toys she could play with. I then went back into Jean's room to leave the bags by the door. She didn't move. Over the next few days, I didn't see jean much. Besides using the bathroom twice a day she doesn't leave the room and just lays on the bed. I leave her food and a glass of water on the desk but when I return the food is barely eaten and twice the water was spilled on the floor and I had to start giving her a sippy cup so that I wouldn't have to clean up the mess. Alice would even sit right in front of the door and ask if Jean would like to play with her. Or talk to her. Alice just wanted jean to say something to her. It was on the 5th day that I got worried. Jean hasn't been out of the room all day, not even for the bathroom. So after I put Alice down for her nap I go in to check on jean. Inside she was still in her same position, facing the wall with her food barely touched. The air smelt very familiar as I walked over and seen she had also just pissed herself. Terrified I immediately began saying her name and shaking her to see if she was still alive. She didn't respond but she did weakly try to move my arm off of her. With a big sigh of relief, I just stood up and looked at the girl. It was hard but I decided I had enough. I left the room for 20 minutes before returning to grab jean and lift her up to her feet. She tried to moan and groan and fight me but in her wack state, she stood no chance. “Look I know you are upset, I know all you want to do is stare at your wall all day but the only people in my house that get to use the bathroom in their pants were diapers. Not to mention after 5 days you are starting to stink,” I tell jean as I tack her into the bathroom and favorably undress her. As soon as she is naked I get undressed myself and drag her into the shower with me. She no longer tried to fight me as I began to scrub her entire body getting it all clean. Being careful as I wash her long red hair as to not get soap in her eyes. Once done I dry us both off before wrapping a towel around her and a bathrobe for me before dragging her into the kitchen was a plate of food is waiting for her. I don't bother having her get dressed as I set her down at the table. “We both won't move from here until at least half of everything is eaten off that plate and you drink your milk,” I tell her as I sit across from her in nothing but my towel looking as she stares at the plate. It was just something simple. 8 carrot sticks, 10 grapes, 4 slices of ham, 2 slices of bread, 2 pieces of cheese, and a glass of milk. I just wanted her to just eat something. We sat them for 5 minutes. Jean just staring at the food and me watching her like a hawk. Until finally she ate a carrot stick. Finally. Slowly she began to finish her plate leaving only half a piece of bread and 2 carrot sticks as she finished her milk. With her food done I got up from the table and reached out my hand for her to take. She stared at it for a moment before finally taking it and following me back to her room. Once there I left her in the middle of the room as I went over to her bags and pulled out some clothes for her. A pair of underwear, sweats, and a nightshirt. Once she was dressed I bent down right in front of her, still in nothing but my towel as I looked at her. “Can you please just say something? You haven't spoken a word in over a week. Please, anything?” I asked her as she stared right at me. Her eyes just dead inside. Finally, she opened her mouth and in a very faint whisper said something that had my blood run cold and a shiver down my spine as I smacked the teen across the face. “Just let me die.” “Don't you ever say that!” I yelled at her as I grabbed her arms. I watched as her face went from shock to sadness, before rage as she screams and jumped on top of me knocking me back with her right on top of me punching me in the chest. “I HATE YOU ALL! I HATE YOU, I HATE MOM, I HATE EVELYN, JANICE, JANET, SHARON, KATHERINE, BRENDA! I FUCKING HATE MYSELF!” jean screamed at me as she continually hit me until she finally punched me in the face. I just reached up and grabbed the raging teen and did the only thing I could think of and pull her in close. I wrapped my arms around her and despite jean trying to fight her way out, I continued to hold her there. I don't know how long we were there but eventually, the angered girl finally stopped fighting and just lay there on top of me. “I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.” I apologize. “I still hate you.” she replied. “That's fine. I deserve it,” I tell her as I began to loosen my hold on her and start rubbing her back instead. “Why does it have to be this way?” jean asked. “Want to talk about it?” I asked her. For a moment she didn't respond. “You've already punched me in the face, why not let out the rest of what's bothering you.” “Why am I so alone?” she asked. “What do you mean?” “You left, then Evelyn and one by one you all left.” “I'm sorry I left. But mom put us thru too much.” I tried to explain. “Ya and I were left with her.” Jean continued. “But even she wasn't there. Always at work, I was forced to be in that tiny apartment all alone.” “I'm sorry.” “I hate you.” she repeated and I couldn't blame her for it. “I'm not mom. I won't let you be alone again,” I tell her. “You're lying,” Jean replied. “I'm not lying,” I tell her. “You're just going to send me away as soon as you can,” Jean told me. I just had to look up at her. “Why would I ever do that?” I asked. “I heard Evelyn and Sharon fighting. Never of them wanted me. They said that no one in the family wanted me. You just got stuck with me.” she told me. I was beside myself. She was already going thru a hard time and to hear that? I reached over and lifted her head so she was looking straight at me. “Jean, I know you think I'm lying, I know you're scared, but believe me when I tell you I want you here. This IS your home now and I will never make you leave. I will promise you I will love you more than you will ever know.” I tell her and I do mean it. I watched as more tears came into the girl's eyes and she buried her face into my chest. “I hate you.” she told me. “I know,” I told her and held onto her. “I hate you” she repeated. “I’ll always be here.” “I hate you!” she yelled “I will give you everything I have.” “I hate you!” Jean sobbed. “And I love already love you,” I tell her as we lay there on the floor. The faint scent of urine in the air from the bed. The muffled crying of a girl in pain. We laid there until Jean finally cried herself to sleep on top of me. I could only sigh and slowly roll onto my side and have us both laying on the floor. The girl using my arm as a pillow. I watched her sleep until even I fell asleep. The smell and a numb feeling in my arm woke me up. I looked at my arm and seen two beautiful girls lying on top of it. Alice must have woke up from her nap and seen us like this so she decided to join in. she even threw a blanket over us. I could smell the full diaper she had and was torn. wake them up or let them rest just a little longer. I decided on the later as I reached my other arm around both of them for a small hug. “I promise to love you both,” I whispered to them both. After that day things stayed mostly the same. Jean stayed in her room all day. Alice would try to get her to play but wouldn't answer. I would still leave her food and started sitting in her room with her for a little while at a time. It was mostly just me watching her breath but I didn't mind. When I would leave for a little while I would come back to the food all gone and her still in her same position. Baby steps. Every 2 days I would have her get up and take a shower with me. And after a week she started to sit up and eat with me in the room. A few days later I had Alice come in as well. She mostly played by herself on the floor but after a few days, Jean was finally on the floor with her silently playing. Then one day I went into her room and asked her one very important question. “Want to eat with us at the dinner table?” I asked her and reached out my hand. I wasn't expecting much. But jean surprised me when she took my hand and followed to the table to eat dinner like a family. By this time school was already over and jean would have to repeat a year but that was fine. She was now slowly opening up to us. I almost cried when I came downstairs from grocery shopping to find both girls in the living room playing together. “How are my 2 favorite girls doing,” I asked them walking over to pet them on their heads. “Great! Jean decided to play with me today!” Alice exclaimed happily. Jean didn't say a word but I could see the faintest of smiles coming from her. “That's great. But Alice you know what time it is,” I tell her “Ok.” was all she said as she got up and ran to her room. Coming back with a new diaper and other cleaning supplies. She immediately sat down right next to jean and laid down ready for her diaper change. Jean just sat there shocked as her face grew red and she turned away as I untaped the saggy diaper. He tried to not look but I notice she would steal a peek every now and then as I wiped, lotion, powder, and finally diapered my baby. I gave Alice a raspberry on her tummy having the girl squeal before I move over to jean and whispered in her ear. “Would you like to try one?” I asked. And watched as the girl's face went red and shook her head no. That night after I put Alice to bed I went into Jean's room. “I have something for you,” I tell her. Jean then turned around on her bed and looked at me and seen the stuffed animal I had in my hands. When I found it in the box it was already nasty and gross. It had stains all over it, one of its ears were missing and most of its stuffing was gone. So I did what I could to fix it. Getting it cleaned up, filling it with one stuffing, putting it into a dress to cover up the stains, and sowing on a small hat was the missing ear was. “I remembered how much you loved this toy. And while I couldn't make her as she was I think she’s good as new,” I tell jean as I give it to her. “I love it,” Jean said as she gave me a small smile. “I also have one last thing for you. I know you said you didn't want to but I think you might want to try this,” I tell her as I set a pull up on her lap before kissing her on her forehead, wishing her a good night and leaving the room before she could protest. Later that night I when in to check on Alice. Alice is a heavy bed wetter and sometimes her diaper will leak so I come in to check just before I go to sleep if she needs one last change. Shes wet but not too bad. She won't leak tonight. I give the front of her diaper a pet before covering her back up and leaving the room. I then decide to check on jean. She is sound asleep and upon taking a closer look she had her stuffed animal wrapped safely in her arms. I then know is a pair of sweats and panties on the floor. I decided to take a look and keeping her bottom nice and safe was the pull-up. I cover her back up and moved closer to her. “Mommy will always be here for her girls,” I whisper to no one as I give jean a peck on her cheek and walk out or the room. Behind me, the little girl just happy smiles and for the first time in years was really happy.
Summer has come and gone again and it was pretty hectic in our household. Jean slowly got out of her shell and began to play with Alice a lot more. Jean doesn't wear diapers but will from time to time sneak a pull up to bed with her as if it was to be ashamed of. I might just have to show her it's ok to wear them more. Maybe I might have her use it someday. We also celebrated Alice's birthday where we invited Bobbi, Marylynn, and Felicia. She just had the time of her life that day. I'll also have to remember Jeans birthday is coming up so I'll have to make plans for that. Because of her absence in the last half of the school year jean has to be held back and is remaining a freshman in high school. That was fine since this gives her a good chance to start over in a new school. After thinking about it I decided it wouldn't be fair to have jean go to school while Alice gets to play all day with her toys. So I decided to sign her up for the same classes as Jean. now I know she can't be in the class as it would be too hard and dangerous for her but I did come up with a solution. I placed a small camera and mike in the classrooms that will play on the tv in our living room. When class starts Alice will be on her own desk following along. I even used my powers on the teachers to give me the work in advance to give to Alice and Jean will turn it in the next day. At first, Alice was really cranky about it but I made her a deal. If she gets good grades for her report cards I'll get her a new “special” toy to play with. That got her excited especially since after Jean moved in her “special time” has gone down a lot. Where once it was twice a week for being good has been once every two weeks. But I did tell her that any bad test will be punished just like any other student. Speaking of punishments I have two coming in today, both on the cheer team. Bree is the cheer captain of the Hyper Vipers and Kelly is a backup flyer on the team. While normally I would have them come in on separate days I today was a nice exception. With Bree being caption she needs to be at practice while Kelly can miss it. So I'll have Kelly meet me after school and when Bree is done with practice in a few hours I'll have her meet me. And I think I'll have some of my own fun. Both girls are coming to see me because the janitor caught them grafting the girl's bathroom stalls during a class period and calling a teacher fat. Personly I would have stripped them of their cheer positions but the cheer coach convinced the principal to let it slide with just a session with me. Kelly came into D-1 with her cheerleading outfit already on. Her coach told her that if she's lucky she might get on my good side and I'll let her out early. Kelly was 5’5 and had her dark hair in a ponytail wearing a purple cheerleader dress that featured a glittering viper at the center, mesh detailing on the stomach, and a pleated skirt. “Before we start I would like to ask if you have any other homework you would like to get done while you're here?” I asked Kelly who shook her head no. so I began to write on the board. Mandatory test Punishment / exercise. “Since you don't have homework or a test you'll do one of my own. Then you will receive your punishment/exercise, and then you can go back to practice.’ i tell kelly with a smile on my face and hand her a 40 question test and a water bottle. Kelly took both and sat down at the desk and began. This test was meant to be taken in about 20 minutes and she finished hers in 25. Once done she brought the test up to my desk to look over, She got a B-. “Are we like, almost over?” Kelly asked in her valley girl accent. “Almost sweety, now please be a good cheerleader and hold out your hands. “Why?” Kelly asked. “It's part of the punishment,” I tell her. When she does raise her hands I swiftly slap my cuffs around her wrist. “Huh?” was all she could say before I pulled her over my desk and attached the cuffs to the lock on the side. “Mis.Mare whats going on!” “Your punishment,” I tell her as I slip a pacifier between her lips. “Good cheerleader, be quiet for me. she tried to kick me but like so many before her I grabbed both legs and spread them before lifting up her skirt and grabbed the sides of her shorts pulling them down to her feet. She tried again to kick me but I just pushed her legs down and put my foot on her shorts trapping her legs and giving me a nice view of her ass. “My what a naughty girl you are not wearing any underwear under your shorts,” I tell her before I smack her bottom and listen as she screams into the pacifier. “Good cheerleader. Now, how do 10 swats to each check sound?” She tried to look back to shake her head no but screamed again as I smacked the other cheek. “Good cheerleader, that's 1,” I tell her. smack! scream! smack! “Good cheerleader, that's 2” smack! scream! smack! “Good cheerleader, that's 3” I continued on until I reached 10. Kelly was now crying and breathing hard. With the spanking out of the way, it's time for the next step. I pulled out a paper bag and grab out the gloves and lotion. “Good cheerleader. Now I'm going to give you something to help with the burning,” I tell her and squeeze lotion on her bright red bum. She squeals when the cold lotion touches her but soon starts moaning as I rub it in. “I beat all the boys would love to see this sight.” I poke fun at her and make her squirm at the thought before I grab the laxative pill and slide it right into her tight hole. Her ass feels like a clamp on my finger but with the lotion, I am able to easily slip it out. “What a good cheerleader. Now let's get you nice and sealed,” I tell her and push the butt plug in. it takes a moment from all her trashing but it goes in making a tight seal. Next, comes the diaper before I stem off the girl's shorts and pull them back up over the diaper. “Ok you now have two options,” I tell Kelly as I walk in front of her and look her in the eyes. “You can either try and run away when I unlock you. Where you run the risk of the school seeing you and the laxative I gave you. Or you can be a good cheerleader and do your exercise. When you're done I'll let you use the bathroom and send you on your way.” I tell her already knowing what she was going to pick. I unlock the girl and she stands up immediately rubbing the back of her still stinging bottom. I then have her stand in the center of the room as I move the desk. *********author's note (these next selections have kelly in different flyer positions. If anyone doesn't know what they are here is a link to a picture that will show what she is doing. http://kateboydcheerleading.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/flyer-body-positions2.jpg *************************************************** “You should be familiar with these positions since you do them every day. First ‘two feet’,” I tell Kelly. Kell just fiddles with the front of her skirt a bit before spreading her legs and raising her arms in the air. “Good cheerleader. Now, ‘liberty’” I tell her. She keeps her arms in the air but put her feet together and raises her left knee into the air. Her face showing her discomfort of the diaper and plug. “Good cheerleader, “arabesque’” She put her foot down before she stood on one leg with her other leg turned out and extended behind her body, and as straight as she could. “Good cheerleader. ‘Heel stretch.’ Suddenly Kelly looked a little scared. And a single tear came out as she raised her left leg up as high as she could reviling the diaper with her shorts on them. “Good cheerleader. “Bow and arrow,” I tell her next She grabs her leg and held it high as she stretched her arm out. “Good cheerleader. ‘Scorpion” Kelly put her leg down and was about to do it when she felt the first cramp and she grabbed her stomach. Looking up at me with eyes full of terror. “The cramp will subside I a moment. When it does you won't have long before the next one hits. Be a good cheerleader and finish your last 3.” I tell her. As I said the cramp went away and not knowing when it would be back she quickly put her leg behind her head and grabbed it with both hands. She held it for 2 seconds before letting go and staring intently at me to give her the last 2 positions. “Good cheerleader. Needle.”I tell her. Kelly took a deep breath through her nose and began to put her leg behind her back and tried to straighten it when she collapses on the floor clutching her stomach. She looked up at me and began to plead with me thru the pacifier. “Is it getting to hard for you?” I asked her. And she frantically shook her head yes. “Ok fine I think I'll go easy on you. If you be a good cheerleader and let me write something on the back of your diaper I'll let you use the potty. Now put your hands on the desk.” Kelly was a good cheerleader and got up and placed her hands on the desk. I walked up behind her and lifted up her skirt. Next, i taped on her legs having her spread them before I pulled her shorts down to her ankles. I then took a purple marker to write “Hyper Diapered Vipers” “Good cheerleader, now feel good and go potty,” I tell her as I slipped my hand into the diaper and pulled out the plug. “Hellow? Mis.mare I'm here for…” Bree said behind me. *******************************Sara’s POV. “I can't believe I forgot my science book at school,” I whisper to myself as I walked back into the school. I walked all the way home without even realizing I forgot the dame book with all my knots and I have a science test tomorrow. Part of me wanted to say fuck it and ditch the test, maybe get to see Mis.mare again. But I then remembered what she warned me about. “I don't mind you scheduling a little fun time with me. However, if I find you back on my list for being a bad girl ill lock you into a chastity for a month.” Mis.mare word me. I could only sigh in frustration as I opened my locker and pulled the science book out. Then a thought occurred. I wonder if mis.mare is still in her office? And I wonder if she wouldn't mind a quicky? I blushed at the perverted thoughts as I closed the locker and began to walk toward her office when a cheerleader came running around the corner and slammed right into me sending us both to the floor. “What the hell!” I say as I look at the girl and see that she was wearing a pacifier wrapped around her head and had handcuffs on her wrists. The girl quickly crawled over to me and grabbed my shirt and squealed something at me. “Bad cheerleader, where did you go?” we heard Mis.mare call and the girl freaked out more. I didn't know what to do so I got up, grabbed the girl and pulled her into a nearby classroom. Once inside the girl ducked behind the teacher's desk and I ducked below the door and listen as Mis.mare walked past. “Bad cheerleader you can run but you can't hide.” she said before walking away. “She's gone.” I whispered. A moment later the girl poked her head out from behind the desk and I walked over to her and removed the pacifier. “My name is Sara, I'm a sophomore. Can you tell me whats going on? Why was Mis.mare looking for you?” “My name is Bree. and that bitch attacked me,” she told me. “Ok start from the beginning, what happens?” I asked. Bree took a breath to calm down and told me what happen. “I was leading the cheer team thru our normal routines when our coach told me she could handle the rest and I should get my detention over with. So I walked into Mis.mare’s office earlier than expected when I saw something that shocked me. I walked in just that bitch was forcing my friend Kelly to shit in a diaper.” “Oh, my,” I say out loud and blush. “That not all. She grabbed me when I tried to run and put these handcuffs on me.” she lifted her hands showing the cuffs. “ I tried to fight, I tried yelling for Kelly to stop her but she didn't move as I was placed over Mis.mare’s desk. That bitch then told kelly ‘to be a good cheerleader and sit at her desk’. I don't know what she did to her but Kelly actually sat down in a chair in a full diaper! I tried yelling for help but mis.mare removed that pacifier out of Kelly’s mouth and shoved it into mine.” “I can't believe it,” I said as I held up the pacifier. “It's true. She then started saying I was a bad cheerleader as she pulled my shorts and underwear down and started to spank me in front of kelly! I haven't been spanked in years! She- she then….” she stopped for a moment as small tears forming in her eyes and she held her stomach. “She put something in me. In my ASS! She then took my shorts and underwear and put me into a diaper!” Bree then stood up and lifted her skirt to show not only was she in a diaper but also locking panties. If it wasn't for the rush of everything her diaper would have been poking out of the bottom of her skirt. “Wow,” I say as my eyes went wide and I began to blush more. “Ya, but I was lucky. She got a call right then and had to leave the room for a moment. I finally had my chance and I realized she didn't lock my cuffs on her desk all the way and I ran. But she saw me just as I ran the corner and ran into you. “That's quite the story,” I say as I look down. “Can you help me! Please!” Bree asked as she grabbed my hand.” please go find someone or something to get me out of these things and call the cops on that bitch!” Bree said before another cramp hit her. “Ok, I'll be right back. Stay here!” I tell her as I run out of the room. The moment I'm out I quickly lift up my skirt showing off my diaper and I can't help but rub the front for a moment. IM SO FUCKING LUCKY! Before I get too invested in my fun I run around the corner and right into room D-1 was my favorite teacher Mis.mare is helping up another cheerleader off the ground. “Ok Kelly, be a good cheerleader and take your diaper home with you. When you get home to throw it away and put on a new one to practice your positions in,” she tells the girl before giving her a quick peck on the check and a tap to her butt sending the cheerleader rushing out of the room with a smile and brown paper bag that undoubtedly had a used diaper in it and a few extras for fun. Mis.mare then when behind her desk and sat down. Justering me to do the same. “I'm so glad to see my good girl. I was quite surprised when I turned the corner and Bree were gone. That is until I see you poke your head up and put your finger to your lips. So how is my bad cheerleader doing.” Mis mair asked “She’s fine, she's just a little scared at the moment and is already feeling cramps,” I tell her. “Well, at least I know where she is. I wasn't expecting her here so soon. Well, I might as well go get her.” “Wait!” I yell and mis.mare just looked at me. “Let me handle her!” I didn't know what I was saying. I think I'm just getting too excited I'm not thinking straight. “Actually that might be a good idea.” Mis mare said before opening a drawer and pulling out another bag. “I'm going to give you some instructions to follow and I want you to be a good girl for mommy and follow them,” she told me and I was more than happy to follow her instructions. “Anything for mommy,” I tell her. “Good girl, also I think you dropped this.” mommy said as she held up my science book. A few minutes later I was slipping back into the classroom. No one was in sight. “Pisst, it's me, Sara,”I say to the room. Suddenly Bree’s head poked out from behind the desk. “What took you so long?” she asked. “I had to get some tools to get the lock off,” I tell her as I raise the paper bag up. “Let me see the lock.” Bree was starting to get up as I walked over when we heard familiar footsteps echoing through the hall. “Bad cheerleader. I'll find you.” Mis.mair said outside as she walked past the room. Both Bree and I jumped behind the desk and waited for a few moments. “Lat down on your stomach and I'll work on the lock,” I whisper to her. She does and I get on top of her. I then open the bag and start getting things ready. “What's taking so long?” Bree asked. “Just a moment,” I tell her before taking out the key and unlocking the panties and sliding them off. “Thank you so much. I don't know how much longer I could have…” Bree started but as she turned around to thank me I shoved a new pacifier into her mouth. “Shh, mommy said since I was a good girl for her I can play with you for a bit,” I tell her before getting on Bree's stomach. Bree started to freak out and started to hit my back before trying to pull my skirt down. There she saw my own diapered bottom with the words “hyper diapered viper” written in purple marker by mommy. “Bad cheerleaders like you don't deserve it but I'm going to let you play with my favorite toy,” I tell her and show her a little plastic bunny with a rod sticking through its belly. Bree tried to kick knee me in the face as I rubbed the front of her diaper but she soon stopped when a cramp hit her and I slid the toy into her diaper, and then her sex. I then spun around to face Bree. her face was bright red and she was breathing hard. “Mommy also gave me the same laxative she gave you. So before we use our diapers let's play,” I tell Bree and press a button on a remote. The vibrations come to life and both let out a loud moan. Bree tried to hit me again with her cuffed hands but I just grab them and force them to rub the front of my vibrating diaper. “Aaaaaa, that feels so good!” I moan out as the first cramp hit me. I had to use all the strength I had not to go since I don't have a plug. I then watched as Bree’s body also went through a massive cramp. I then laid down tight on top of her, pressing the front of our diapers against each other and I began to play with Bree's breast. “Is the bad cheerleader having fun,” I asked as another wave of cramps hit. “Oh god, I got to POOP!” “I think that's my cue,” said Mis.mare from the doorway as she walked over to us. “No mommy I'm not…” I tried to protest but she pushed a regular pacifier into my mouth. “I know but the bad cheerleader has needed to poop longer and it's not good for her to hold it in so long. Now be a good girl for mommy and flip her over.” mommy told me. Happily, I wrapped my arms around the struggling Bree and rolled her on top of me, locking my legs around hers so she didn't get in mommy way. “Good, now the bad cheerleader. Why don't you do something good and make you and Sara feel great.” mommy tells her as she pulled out Bree's plug and using the remote I left on the table set the vibrators on max and we screamed! A few minutes later Bree is bent over the desk she was hiding under waring an ever bigger diaper over her still messy one. On the back of it, sais ‘MESSY hyper diaper viper baby’ and I'm behind her with a paddle in hand as I smack her thick backside casing us to moan. Mis.mare is sitting right in front of us with the remote in hand. Every time I spank Bree she said “Bad cheerleader.” and turns on the vibrator for just that moment. After 30 spankings Mis.mare says it's time to stop. She can't let Bree walk home in a double thick full diaper so decided to drive her instead. Mis.mare even offered me a ride that I turned down. My skirt was long enough to cover my full diaper. Before I left, however, there was just one last thing I had to do. I asked Mis.mare for her marker and the remote, which she said I could keep. I then walked in front of Bree and lifted up her skirt to wright on the front my phone number and the message ‘call for a good time’. I then quickly gave her a kiss on her pacifier and one last jolt of the vibrator before grabbing my science book and walking out of the classroom. It wasn't 40 minutes later as I'm studying my notes I get a text from Bree…..
What to get, what to get. That is the question. Currently, I'm taking jean shopping with me to get her some new school clothes. Because of everything that happened during the summer we didn't have a chance to go until now. “What about this one?” jean asked me as she held up a skirt to her waist. “It's very cute,” I tell her. While school shopping is important I'm also here for another reason. In a few days, it will be jean”s birthday and I'm trying to keep a mental list of things she might live for a present. I tried to ask her what she wants but she’s been stubborn about it and won't tell me anything saying things like ‘i don't need it’ or ‘you’ve already done a lot for me’ it's somewhat irritating. So far the list is a camera, plasma ball, bean bag chair, and a book called Cirque Du Freak. So far so good and ill let some friends know as well. “So how does lunch sound before we get Alice a toy?” I asked Jean as we left the store. “Sounds good.” she replied holding her bags. We went to the food court was Jean got 2 slices of pizza and I got some Chinese food. We just sat and talked while we eat. It was a really enjoyable time when a man walked over to our table. “Aw so it was you I saw, good evening Mis.mare.” the man said. He was a handsome man who just started working for the school this year as the science teacher. “Good evening Mr.Cunningham what brings you here today?” I asked him as I wipe any food from my face. “My toaster caught fire so I thought I would do a little shopping.” he explained. “How did a toaster catch on fire?” jean asked. “My roommate partied a little too hard that night and tried to fit a wrapped turkey sandwich into the toaster. It didn't work.” Mr.Cunningham explained. “Anyway I was heading out when I saw Jean with who I thought was Mis.mare and just had to see if it really was you.” “Yes, Jean and I are just doing some late school shopping,” I told him. “Better late than never,” Jean replied. “Ha, I agree,” Mr.Cunningham said. “Well we should be going soon too, we still need to get one last thing before we go home.” I remind jean and we both got up to continue shopping. “Wait just a moment, there's something I would like to ask you,” Mr.Cunningham said to me. “Yes?” “I was wondering if you might be free this weekend. I was you might consider going out on a date with me?” he asked. I was a little stunned. This was the first time since high school that I was asked out. And I've been too busy with work and Alice I never really had much time or a want to date. “I'm flattered but I already have plans. Its Jean’s birthday this weekend,” I explained. “Ow happy early birthday,” he tells Jean. “And I understand, maybe another time.” “Wait, she can still go,” Jean spoke out just as he was about to leave. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “I'm having a sleepover that night, I think we can handle ourselves while you go out on a date,” Jean said. “But it’s your birthday.” I reminded her. “It's fine.” she assured me. “Well let me give you my number and you can call if you make a decision,” Mr.Cunningham said to us as he pulled out a pen and a reseat to write his number down and give it to me. He then said his goodbyes and wished jean a happy birthday before leaving. I then gave Jean a look. “You're in trouble,” I tell her. “Why? I just got you a date!” she said a little too excitedly. “But I didn't want a date, and I wanted to be at your party,” I tell her as we walked to a toy store. “Like I said it's fine. It's a sleepover so you can afford to be gone o few hours… or all night.” she said with a slight grin and a girl. I just reached over and grabbed her ear bringing her close to me. “Naughty girls with dirty minds get punished,” I whispered in her ear and she blushed a bit. Either way, I wasn't sure about even wanting to date. Even if I did I would have to force them to understand Alice’s situation and so much more. While it does sound nice I put my baby's first. After that Jean didn't bring it up anymore as we got Alice her toy. As soon as we got home Alice greeted us with a nice warm smile. “Hi mommy, hi Jean. how was shopping,” she asked not really caring and just wanted to snoop out the bags for her toy. “It was good. Jean got a lot of cute outfits and some other school supplies,” I tell her knowing what she’s doing. “Did you get me anything?” she asked. “Now why would I do that?” I asked. “Because I've been a very good girl and you love me,” she told me trying to act all cute. I wonder if this is how she got her way with her old life before? “Why yes you have and I did get you something,” I tell her as I pull out a book from one of my bags. Her face went from overly excited to slightly happy. “Thank you, mommy, I like it.” she told me as she tried to keep up the exciting act but failed miserably. “Want to make a deal,” I asked Alice. “What?” she asked confused. “If you promise to read 3 chapters tonight before bed I'll also give you this,” I tell her as I pull out a new doll. Alice squealed in excitement and gave me a big hug saying she promised and ran off with to her room with the book and doll. “She’s very excitable,” Jean remarked. “Ya, it's because she doesn't get to go out much or have many friends come over. It's only recently she’s had anyone else to talk to. I tell jean as I pull out everything from our bags and began putting them away. A few hours later I tell Alice it's time to read and remind her she owed me 3 chapters from her new book. I then checked on Jean who was listening to her music while at her desk doing homework. Now was a perfect time. I walked upstairs and into my office where I keep my phone. I don't get service downstairs so I never bother to bring it down. I dial a number and listen as the phone rings 4 times before someone answers. “Hi, Felicia its Mare. I tell my friend over the phone. “How are you doing.” “Hi, Mare. I'm doing good. Just changed the baby out of her dirty diaper and about to have her take a bath.” she tells me. “What a good big sister,” I remarked. “Ya, dad started working nights and since she likes being a kid at home I have to look after her.” she replied. Ever since that Halloween Marylynn has become so addicted to her diapers that is she's not in public she immediately wants to be in them and treated like a little girl. “Well, at least she's not how she was before. Who knows what sort of trouble she would be in.” I tell her. “Ha, ya she wasn't the brightest tool in the shed before but know we have less to worry about her. Plus dad doesn't mind too much. He's just glad she’s not hanging around a lot of boys. But I don't think he likes the fact that she sometimes has accidents at school.” she told me. “I'm sure it will all work out, and hay I can give her some pull-ups to try at school.” I offer. “That would be great! I'm sure she will be excited to try that. Anyway, so what's up?” Felicia asked. “I wanted to remind you about Jean's birthday party this weekend,” I tell her. “Ya, we can't wait. Marylynn and I have been looking forward to it. By the way, did you figure out what present we should get her?” she asked. “Ya get her a plasma ball. She’ll love it.” I tell her. “Awesome, hey I have to go I hear Marylynn crying down stares. She might have had another accident. Call me tomorrow.” Felicia said and hung up as I told her I would. Before I forgot I also sent her one last text. Ok, next person to call. I called Bobbi’s mommy and spoke to her about letting Bobbi come over and stay the night this weekend and she said Bobbi would love too. Once I got done talking to her I decided on calling someone else. “Hello?” the girl said on the other end. “Hello. This is mis.mare, I'm looking for Sara.” I tell the girl. “Ow hi mis.mare this is Sara. How did you get my home number?” she asked. “I work in a school it wasn't hard. Anyway, I was wondering if you might like to be invited to a sleepover at my house. It's one of my little girls birthdays this weekend and I thought you might enjoy it.” I tell her. Sara has been a very good girl and she is always trying to set up “play time” for us. So I thought she might like to play with Jean and Alice. “That sounds awesome! Would it be alright if I invite someone with me?” she asked. “Who is it?” I asked. “Bree. we've been seeing each other a lot lately and I think she might like to come as well,” she tells me. “Why not, the more the merrier,” I tell her. We talked for a few more minutes discussing the party and where to meet up. She also wanted to set up “play time” as well. I think she might like them a little too much…. When Saturday finally came I went into the kitchen and made a great breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, and two big pancakes each. I set the food on the table and went to wake up jean. She was sound asleep when I came in. she just looked so cute curled up sleeping. I decided to take a little peek under her blanket to see if she was still wearing the pull-ups and sure enough she was. I then had an evil thought. While she slept I removed her underwear and her dirty laundry from her room and quickly hid all the pull-ups. “Baby girl it's time to wake up,” I whispered to jean as I slightly shook her awake. “Happy birthday!” “Thank you, mom,” she said groggily until she looked up at me. “I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean…” she panicked realizing she just called her sister mom. “It's ok sweetie, I already think of you as one of my babies,” I tell the now blushing girl. “Alice calls me mommy all the time and so can you. Now get some sweatpants on and come eat.” I leave the room and go to wake up Alice. She's groggy but knows to be good for mommy and hold still while I change her diaper. As I'm finishing up I know this jean poking her head into the room. Her face was bright red and she was shaking a tiny bit. She tried muttering something to me but was interrupted by Alice yelling happy birthday to her. I then walked over to her and whispered into her ear. “You've been wasting too many pull-ups lately. I don't mind you wearing them but I don't like wasting things. I'll give you back your underwear when you give me 4 wet pull-ups.” I tell her before walking away from the confused birthday girl. Jean was fighting at breakfast a lot but finished her plate while Alice only had the pancakes and sausage before wanting to play. While jean came up to me and weakly whispered in my ear that she used her first pull up at the table. As soon as I was done I told the girls I would be living for a few hours and wanted them to straighten up the house while I was gone to get ready for the party. I went to the grocery store and got a lot for the sleepover. 3 types of chips, 3 two liters of pop, a box of popcorn, 4 frozen pizzas, (I'm planning on a birthday dinner later just not for so many people.) a veggie plate, a vanilla cake with chocolate frosting and a tub of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce to go with it. I was just about to check out when I ran into Felicia. “Fancy meeting you here.” I greet her. “Same, getting things for the party?” she asked looking at all the stuff I had. “Yes, Jean and Alice are really looking forward to it,” I tell her. “Same, I just went and got the plasma ball not too long ago. Ow and I got what you asked for,” she said reminding me of the text I sent her. “Ow thank you, I'll pay you back for it during the party,” I tell her. “No need, after all the stuff you have done for me and my sister I think this is the least we can do to help pay you back,” Felicia told me and I was very grateful. We both went to the checkout station and paid for our things. Felicia was only getting a few things for her house. We then put our stuff in our cars before going to a nearby coffee shop to sit down and talk face to face. Our talks went from the party to how the girls are doing. And somehow landed on me being asked out on a date. “I think you should go,” Felicia told me sipping her coffee. “No, you too. Jean said the same thing but I want to be there for her birthday,” I tell Felicia as I set my smoothy aside. (i don't like coffee.) “But that's because she's having a party that you should go. You were already planning on having a family dinner tomorrow. Tonight you should enjoy yourself just as much as they are.” she tells me. “But I haven't been on a date since high school. Plus I do enjoy myself at our parties.” I tell her. “Ya you enjoy watching us have fun and playing while you sit and relax.” she tells me. It's true though. I do enjoy just watching but maybe they have a point. It's a sleepover and I can just go out for a few hours and still be home to play with the girls before they go to sleep. “I'll think about it,” I tell her. A few hours later and the party is fully set up. The table is fully set up, and I got them 3 new movies for them to watch. Soon all the guests arrived. Bobbi was first and was already in a cute cat onesie. Next was Sara and her new friend Bree. they were both surprised to see the house under the school and even more surprised when I introduced them to Alice. Sara immediately fell in love with Alice’s room. Last to arrive was Felicia and Marylynn. Felicia whispered in my ear that she stepped into my office and dropped something off, to which I thanked her. We all had a little fun and had some snacks before I brought out the cake and the singing began. “Happy Birthday to You Happy Birthday to You Happy Birthday Dear Jean Happy Birthday to You.” We all sang as I lit the candles and watched jean blow them out. It was 6:37 now and after they all had their cake that I told them I would be going out on that date. I had no complaints and was greatly encouraged to have my own fun for the night. ***********************Jean’s pov****** It wasn't long after she left that we all went into the living room and talked about what we should do next. Bobbi suggested we watch one of the movies but we decided it was a little too early for that. Marylynn suggested we tell scary stories but her sister reminded her that the last time she did that she was scared shitless for weeks. It was finally Sara who had the idea of truth or dare. But regular truth or dare would be boring as most people just wind up sticking with truth. So she suggested we write down the truth or dare questions and role a dice to decide what the person would do. 1,2 got truth, 3,4 got dare, and 5,6 got drink. She suggested that if we got 5 or 6 we drink a glass of water. As a little twist to the game, it would also be a holding contest. At the start of every new round, we all had to drink. With the rules set we were all given 4 plank flashcards to make our own questions before they were all shuffled into a deck and we got into a circle to start the game. Making a toast first. Sara was first and she got 2 truth. ‘Have you ever lied to your parents about what you were doing after school?’ “Yes. I told my mom I was meeting with friends when I was really going to meet Mis.mare,” she told us. Alice was next. 1 truth. ‘What was your childhood nickname?’ “Mommy used to tease me a lot and call me Miss Alice P. Buttfart.” she told us as her face blushed. Bree next. 6 drink Marylynn next. 3 dare. ‘Roll a die and whoever's turn it is lick or sucks their nipples for 30 seconds each.’ Marylynn blushed heavily at this but rolled the dice. It landed on Bree (3) and she even blushed as all us girls cheered it on. Bree lifted her shirt revealing her perky breasts. Marylynn inched closely before latching onto Bree’s breast and causing her to moan for a moment. After 30 seconds she switched to the other one and was sucking on them like a hungry baby. Once she was done both of Bree’s nipples were sticking out. She decided not to put her shirt back on. I was up next and hoped I didn't get something like that. 1 truth THANK GOD! ‘What is your best talent? “I don't know. I guess it would be sports?” I answered honestly. Bobbi went next. 3 dare ‘Lick someone’s foot.’ Bobbi rolled the die, 2 Alice. Alice took off her socks and Bobbi crawled over to lick her foot which made Alice laugh out loud because it tickled. Felicia was last and she rolled the die. 5 drink Back to Sara and we all took another drink. 4, dare. ‘Twerk for a minute without pants.’ She laughed and said that that one was hers. She then removed the long skirt she was wearing to reveal her diaper. Then in front of us, all began trying to badly twirk as we all laughed. Alice next. 6 drink Bree. 5 drink again. She sighed a breath of relief that it wasn't a dare. Marylynn. 4 dare again ‘Put peanut butter on your nose, and try to lick it off’ (hay mine!) I went and out the peanut butter and put a dab of it on her nose and we watched as the tried to reach for it and went cross-eyed trying. My turn again. 1 again. ‘How was your first kiss?’ “To tell you the truth I've never kissed anyone except my mom or sister on the cheek,” I tell them. “Ow, I have an idea!” Alice said and ren up to me and suddenly kissed me! It took everything I had just to push her off and everyone was laughing and asking how was it. “Like kissing my sister,” I tell them as I wipe my mouth Bobbi next. 5 drink Back to Felicia. 3 dare ‘Give a back rub to someone till next turn.’ 1 Sara. Sara got on her stomach as Felicia began to rub her back. Sare was next again which meant another drink. 2 truth. ‘What's the craziest thing that you have ever done without your parents knowing?’ “I just recently, (moan from the back rub) tried wetting my diaper, (moan again) while I walked right in front of them.” she told us. Alice was next. 2 truth ‘What is one embarrassing fact?’ “I like to play with Totoro.’ she said with a slight blush. “What's that?” Bree asked. “The big stuffed animal she has in her room, it's from a anime,” I tell her. “But that's not embarrassing.” “No I like to PLAY with Totoro” she specified as she blushed even harder and it finally clicked what she meant. I won't be able to look at Totoro the same again… Bree was next. 4 dare. ‘Raise your shirt play with your nipples 30 sec’ “Whats with my nipples today!” she yelled. After a moment to calm down she began to play with her already erect nipples and began to moan just as loudly as Sara. Marylynn, 1 truth. ‘What is your weirdest habit?’ “I like the feeling of a wet diaper and will try to hide that it's wet for as long as possible.” she said. “So that's why you're getting that rash!” Felicia exclaimed casing Marylynn to blush deeply. Back to my turn. 3 dare. fuck... ‘make a sandwich naked I was blushing deeply and I really didn't want to do it. But after seeing what they all did I slowly began to take off my clothes. First my shirt, then my socks, my training bra, then my skirt revealing I was in a pull-up. I was about to take it off when Marylynn suggested I keep it on to which everyone agreed. Making me even more embarrassed than if I was just naked. I then proceeded to make the sandwich. Once done I quickly wanted to put my clothes back on but Bree stopped me. “New rule. Whatever is taken off stays off,” she said to which they all agreed. “B-but this is too embarrassing!” I complained. “Then why don't we all strip?” Sara said before moaning again. Soon everyone was taking off everything and I finally realized I was the odd girl out as they all were wearing diapers while I was wearing a pull-up! “Even your wearing one Felicia?” I asked. “Well, I thought I would be the only one left out so I thought why not!” she told me. “Besides I'm positive Mis.mare won't mind if we're all in diapers." “MY turn!” Bobbi exclaimed before I could proses what was said. 1 truth. ‘Who is the worst teacher you have ever had, why? “Mr.Boker. He was such a messed up teacher. If you didn't kiss his butt he didn't like you. I made him mad once calling him Boker the Goat poker.” we then busted out laughing at that and asked why. “Because it sounded funny and it caused a good rumor to go around saying he liked to ‘poke’ goats.” she told us. Felicia was next, to Sara’s disappointment. 5 drink Sara again. But before we went she had us all drink another cup and I was now starting to feel the need to pee. 2 truth. ‘What is your biggest turn off in a partner? “If they don't like diapers their out. Luckily I don't have to worry about that right now, “ she said and I noticed Bree’s face just turned an even brighter shade of red. I wonder why? Alice was next. 3 dare. ‘Bite or kiss someone’s booty. 6 Felicia. Alice giggled as she crawled over behind Felicia. She then pulled down her diaper and Felicia yelped as Alice bit the girl on the ass and we were on the floor dying! When we could finally stop it was Bree’s turn. 2 truth. ‘Who is your best-looking teacher that you have ever had’ “I don't know. I guess Mr.Cunningham” she told us and we all started to think about what the date was like right now. Marylynn was next and she was starting to hold her crotch. 4, dare. ‘Have the birthday girl give you 6 spankings. If this is the birthday girl you get one spank from everyone.’ I was so glad I didn't get this one as I walked behind her and had her put her hands up as I started spanking her, I was on the 5th spank when she suddenly let out a gasp and we watched as she was the first to fill her diaper. “Marylynn is out!” Sara said. I was up again. 6 drink I was getting pretty full and I didn't know how much longer I could hold Bobbi next.3 dare. ‘Make out with someone. 2 Alice. “Haha well it's not like we haven't tried before,” she said as she when over to Alice and sat on her lap and started making out. Then suddenly we all heard a hissing sound, followed by another as both girls filled their diapers while still making out. “Both are out!” Sara called while she started to do the pee-pee dance. Felicia next. 3 dare. Put your hand down someone's pants until your next round. 1 Sara. Bree walked over and shoved her hand down the girl's diaper. “Wow, its nice and smooth” Felicia commented making Sara blush a lot. We then took another drink and suddenly Sara was holding tightly to Felicia’s arm as both girls started screaming. I didn't know why until I see Sara’s diaper turn yellow and we all started to laugh as Felicia finally pulled her hand out of the diaper and went to wash it off. It was down to the 3 of us and we were all looking almost ready to burst when Sara suggested we drink one more glass. As we did she whispered something to Alice and Marylynn. As soon as we were done drinking suddenly Alice came up from behind and started to tickle me! But I wasn't the only one as Sara was tickling Bree and Marylynn had Felicia. “Let's see who lasts longer!” Sara yelled and I knew we wouldn't last long. Sure enough, Bree’s diaper turned a bright yellow. It was just down to me and Felicia as our sisters tickled us! **********Find out who wins at the end of Part 2!**********
I walked back through the school hallway glad the date had to be canceled. I just hope the girls haven't gotten into too much trouble. I open the D-3 door and I hear them immediately laughing and having fun. I giggle wondering what they're doing as I walk down the stairs and heard one girl yell yes. As soon as I was at the bottom step I was very shocked to see all the girls standing around naked except for a diaper and a very strong smell of urine. “Whats going on here!” I yelled and all the girls stopped what they were doing and look at me with dread on their face’s. All of them in a wet diaper. Immediately they all started to talk over each other trying to explain what happens. “QUIET!” I yelled and they all fell silent. “Don't move!” I tell them as I walk out of the room for a moment and returned with a laundry basket. I had each of them collected their discarded clothing and place it in the basket. When one tried to speak I gave them a look that made them fall silent. I then had them all line up on the wall and wait. I go into my room and grab a few things before carrying them all back into the living room and set them all down on the table. I then laid down a changing mat before sitting on the couch. “Alice you're first,” I tell her and the girl walked over knowing she was in trouble. “Tell mommy what you were doing before I got home” “Playing truth or dare and a holding contest.” she said. “Ok, then I'm going to give you all a spanking. Not for playing the game, but for trashing my house and being naughty girls and being naked when I got home.” I tell them. To tell the truth I don't mind. I already know it was a harmless game and they would have cleaned up but I decided if they were going to be naughty I might as well join in my own way. I had Alice over my knee and in front of everyone I took my paddle and started spanking her wet diaper. Once done I have her over the changing mat and start the change. I remove the wet diaper and got the girl nice and clean and put a new one on her. But before I put it on I have something special for them. I grab a baggy I had filled with bananas I froze and pulled one out. “You all are getting two and you are to hold it until I say so. Anyone who goes without my say so will start over and get a plug.” I tell them and watch as they silently look at each other in fear as I coat the banana in glycerin and put the banana into Alice. “Sara you're next,” I tell her as I help Alice up and give her a large pink hello kitty t-shirt to wear before having her stan on the opposite wall. “you're enjoying this aren't you?” I asked her. she just gave me a sly smile before I pulled her over my knee. I then gave her a diaper change and put the bananas in her before giving her a green shirt to put on. “Bobbi come here,” I tell her. She walked over with tears in her eyes. “You can cry if you like, you're still getting a spanking and bananas,” I told her before I pulled her over my knee. I then gave her a diaper change and put the bananas in her before giving her a blue shirt with a white star in the middle. “Marylynn get your baby butt over here.” she was the most scared of them all and even tried to cover her diaper with her hands so that I wouldn't spank it. “Marylynn you can either remove those hands or you can get a bare bottom spanking instead.” she made the right choice and went over my knee. I then gave her a diaper change, put the bananas in and gave her yellow shirt with a happy sun on it. “Your next Bree,” I told her as she slowly walked over. “I hope you're having fun and come play with us more,” I tell her as I spank her diaper. After the change and bananas, I did one last thing and wrote ‘Hyper Diapered Vipers’ on the front of her diaper before giving her a purple shirt. By now most of the girls were squirming but I still had 2 more babies to go. “Felicia my new baby girl, come to mommy,” I tell the girl as she blushed and walked over. “You look good in a wet diaper, maybe you should try it more often,” I tell her before paddling her, new diaper, bananas, and a red t-shirt. “Birthday girl, it's your turn,” I tell her. “Can I not get a spanking as a birthday gift?” she asked trying to get out of her spanking. “Nope,” I tell her with a smile and pull her down. “Let's all count the birthday girl spankings!” I cheered and had everyone counted her spanking until they reached 14. “My what a nice wet pull-up,” I tell her as I slide it off and began to clean the girl. “Now since you wanted your present from me so much I'm going to give you one right now. An extra BANANA!” I happily tell Jean as I put in 3 bananas into the girl making her immediately have to go. But not just yet. I gave Jean a white t-shirt and had her stan in the middle of the girls facing the wall with her legs spread and her hands on the wall while I picked up my camera. “Ok girls, have fun,” I tell them as I start recording them. Alice and Bobbi were able to stay standing while messing their diapers. Felicia and Marylynn were crouching down as they filled theirs. Bree and Sara were on their knees hugging each other as their backsides expanded. And in the center of it all, with the fullest diaper was the birthday girl who just like the others was moaning in bliss from the release. I am definitely saving this video. After the girls had their fun I gave them their next surprise. I wasn't going to change them. Most of them then started to complain but with one look they were quiet again. “Good, now go get the blankets in Alice’s room and make a pallet on the floor. We're going to watch a movie and then it's time for bed,” I tell them Soon most of the girls were sprawled all on the floor while Jean and I were on the couch watching the movie. One by one the girls slowly nodded off until there was just me and Jane. “So tell me, how was your birthday,” I ask her as I stroke her hair while she lays her head on my lap. “It was fun.” she tells me before yawning. “That's good. I also have something for you.” I tell her as I pick up my purse and Jean sits up. Jean’s eyes light up as I pull out a Kindle Fire and give it to her. “I know how much you love reading and listening to your music so I thought you might like this,” I tell her. “I LOVE IT!” she said in a high whisper. She then turned it on and seen it was already set up. “Felicia helped me with it and it already has 3 new books for you to read. Jean then jumped on me giving me the biggest hug she could while I hugged her back. And to think that jackass almost made me miss this moment. ************************a few hours ago***************** I honestly can't believe she called me back! I was really looking forward to this date and knew our lives would never be the same. Mis.mare had knocked on my door and was wearing a beautiful red dress that looked stunning on her. I was planning on picking her up but she insisted on driving over to my place to see me before the date. The moment I saw her it was like the whole world changed. We both got into my car and drove to the restaurant. I felt like such a short distance before we pulled into an empty parking lot. I got out of my car and helped the fine lady out before we walked into the restaurant with our arms locked together. The place was packed but the faceless waiter told us there was one table left. We didn't bother looking at a menu as we both ordered a steak with potatoes, a salad, and red wine. As we I ate I told her a lot about myself. Such as where I'm from, where I went to school, what's my life like. All the while she never lost that beautiful smile. Once dinner was over we both sat back up and left the restaurant hand in hand. Leaving one empty plate and one that was never touched. As soon as we left the restaurant we were already by the beach. The tide was out and I knew the perfect spot. I laded out a blanket I had with me and sat down with a small cooler. Here I took out 2 fancy cakes and another bottle of wine. We sat there I don't know how long as I drank my wine and talked about nothing. After we were done we both got up and we walked up the beach where my house was. Leaving behind my empty glass and hers never touched. Once there I suggested she come inside and had a cup of coffee before driving home after a couple glasses of wine. She did and soon we were making out. I picked her up and we were trashing my place as we when to my room. Once there we both pulled off our clothes and she reaped her lips over my 12’ rod. I was pounding her face when I finally came and threw her on the bed. I jumped on top of her and before she could say a word I placed duct tape over her mouth. I then proceeded to tape her hands together. “I know your little secret,” I tell her as I pull her legs apart. “I have seen what you were doing with those students.” I pulled out a set of pictures out of my coat pocket I was still wearing for some reason. “I have proof of what you were doing. And I know you've been using some type of hypnosis on them.” I tell her as I shoved my fat member into her tiny pussy to hear her scream. “Now that I know this I'm going to to make you my personal slave and have you bring me all types of women. Maybe even that cute sister of yours,” I tell her before I hear the sound of clapping in front of me. I look up and see her standing right in front of me still wearing her dress. “Careful now, she likes to bite,” Mare told me as I looked down at the faceless woman and suddenly feel great pain from my dick. I jumped back as blood sprayed everywhere from the spot my member used to be. “WHATS GOING ON!!!!” I yelled. “Were just in your head, And stop screaming you're fine,” she tells me as I look down and see there wasn't any more blood but my manhood was gone. “And 12’ really? You must really be overcompensating.” “This can't possibly be happening!” I say and she laughed. “You want proof?” she asked as she walked over to the door and opened it to a large street with hundreds of people walking around. She then proceeded to rip off her dress and walk out into the middle of the crowd. She then stopped two faceless people and had them help her. She had one of them hold his hands out as she placed one leg on the hand and used the other guy as support showing off her vagina before she started peeing. “This is all in your head.” she tells me as I walk out close to her. “How is this possible. You were supposed to repeat yourself over and over to make a trigger for people to do your bidding.” I tell her and she laughed. “That's not how my powers work you fool. I can make anyone do anything I want just by talking to them. However, they turn into something like zombies if I just command them to do something. A school of behaving zombies isn't what I want.” she explained. “But why….” I tried to ask but with a wave of her hand, my mouth was literally sewed shut. “I learned that if I force something they would be like that until their task was done. However, if I slowly made someone want to be good then they would do it on their own. So I proposed to use pleaser and humiliation tactics to reinforce a trigger and at the same time enforce the want to be a good person into them.” she explained. I tried to say something but couldn't. “Let me guess you're wondering why we're here in your mind,” she said as she gestured to everything. “It's simple really I don't like surprises and I wanted to see what type of man you were before I did anything.” She then walked over to me and looked me right in the eyes. “And you fucked up. I really loved the date, dinner, the beach. So romantic. And personally I don't mind that you thought about sex, that's natural and while I wouldn't have slept with you on the first date I might have later. But then you had to show your hand.” suddenly she kneed my balls and I fell to the floor. “You really thought you could make me into your toy? But that part I'm fine with. I could just erase your memory and pretend like it never happened.” she told me with a smile before the whole world went dark around us and that smile faded away. “But the moment you mentioned hurting one of my babies I won't let you off that easy.” Suddenly for the first time in my life, I was so scared I started relieving myself as I tried to get up and run away. I'm then thrown from the darkness and into multiple scenes of my life. All traumatic, all painful all the while I could hear her in my head. “My babies mean more to me than anything. Any threat to them and mommy will make it go away.” She said. “MOMMY!!!” my high pitch 4-year-old voice screamed in the dark. I was in my bed, my pull-up soaked as I look at the monster peeking out of the closet. “Mommy’s not here.” a voice whispered and I Screamed. “Give me your cote and drive.” I was told my mouth drooling as I took off my jacket and handed it to the women outside the car. Once she had it I slammed on the gas and drove 20 feet until I hit another car and my body began to seize. The women screamed for help as my vision went dark. Mis.mare spent 20 minutes dealing with the roommate, an ambulance and giving a statement on how she got out to grab something out of her car when Mr.Cunningham suddenly drove off and hit a car. The roommate got in the ambulance with his friend and drove off to the hospital where they will tell him his friend had a seizure and became brain dead. While mis.mare goes inside their house grabs Mr.Cunningham’s laptop and proceed to login and delete everything on it. She then got back into her car and went home. Hoping she hadn't missed anything. ************************************ “By the way. I Alice said you were all having a holding contest. Who one?” I asked Jean. “Felicia.” she told me with a yawn before laying her head on my lap and immediately fell asleep. “Good girl.” mommy said as she patted the girl's full diapered bottom and hoped that these days would last forever.
It was a long hard day for Alice as a babysitter as she handed the squirming 3-year-old to his mother. “You are so great with kids” the mother commented. “Only because my mom raised me right.” she said as she gave the baby a little tickle and hear him giggle. She let out a sigh as the mother left and she was finally able to send a text to her sister. “Need to make a stop real quick. Be there soon :D” ‘Hurry up or we'll start the party without you! >.<’ her sister replied. Alice got into her car and drove back home. She pulled into the back parking lot of the school and using a spare key she had she opened the back door and walked inside. The school has really changed over the last few years but its layout was still the same. She walked to a door labeled D-3 and proceeded down the steps. Once she hit the bottom she turned on a light switch and seen her old home. Everything was gone, replaced with boxes of random things the school will most likely forget about. She walked through all the rooms and remembered everything that had to happen in this house. The fun, the laughter, and even the tears. She stopped just outside one door and remembered the last time she was ever in this house. *************************years ago********* “NO! This can't be true!” Alice said as she clenched her head. “It is baby, I'm so sorry.” the woman she had been calling mommy for years said as an entirely different life flooded into her head. A life where she grew up, a life with her real parents, a life that wasn't all a lie! Alice then ran out of the woman's room. “Alice! Wait!” the woman yelled but Alice just ran, shoving the girl she thought of as her sister to the floor as she ran past and up the stairs into the school hallway. She immediately realized she was still in a Black onesie and a thick diaper when she looked inside the woman's office and seen she had left a large cote and her purse right on her desk. She ran in and grabbed them before rushing back out and running around a corner as her fack sister came running upstairs yelling for her to stop. Alice didn't listen as she ran out of the school and away from the lies of the women who kidnapped her. The memories were slowly coming back as Alice went to a store and bought herself a cheap outfit with the cash in the woman's purse. It was a simple outfit of just a t-shirt new underwear and sweatpants. The look really didn't matter, all that did was getting back home and letting my real parents know I was still alive. She took a bus all the way to wear her old house was and was amazed it still looked the same. Without any hesitation, she ran into the house yelling for her mom and dad. After a moment a man came into the hallway with a puzzled look on his face. It was her dad. He looked older but it was definitely him. “DAD!” Alice yelled as she ran up and hugged him. But instead of hugging her back he pushed her off. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked with a mad look on his face. “It's me, Alice!” I told him. “Whats going on? A woman asked as she walked into the hallway. It was my mother. My dad then blocked her path from me. “Some woman just broke into our house claiming to be Alice.” he said and that shocked me. “Dad it is me, I know I look a bit older but I finally got away from that woman who kidnapped me,” I tell them and they still looked just as puzzled. “Whats going on?” a small voice said above me. I looked up and seen a little girl looking over the rail of the stares at me. She had to have been around 10 with long blond hair. “Alice stay up there, were calling the police!” dad said and it finally hit me, that bitch changed their memories too. I didn't want to be arrested so I ran away again. Even as my parents yelled for me to stop I didn't until I was too far away from them. Over the next week, I stayed in a crappy hotel living off of fast food. The cops never came looking for me and I'm glad. Not only did my family think I was a criminal but I realized I had pooped my pants while I was there without even realizing. Well, I was in diapers for years so it was to be expected. I had to use the coat to help cover myself as I went to another store to get another change of clothes and a box of diapers. I’ve been in the hotel room ever since. Just trying to make sense of everything and I hated it. The room was disgusting, I constantly hear people fucking in other rooms and my room constantly smells like shit because I cant use the fucking toilet! I was at my wit's end when there was a knock at my door. I took a look outside and seen it was that fack sister. “Alice I know you're in theirs. I just want to talk please.” the 18-year-old jean asked. “Go the fuck away. I don't want anything to do with you or that bitch!” I yelled. She looked disheartened as she walked away. As she did so many emotions ran over me that I couldn't comprehend so I just started screaming and lashing out in the room. When I finally calmed down. I was in a full diaper, the room was trashed, and I was hungry. So I took off the shity diaper and jumped into the shower where I washed off the rest of the shit. Once out I put on a pull-up for going outside and got dressed. I then went 3 blocks down to a local fast food restaurant. I got a chicken sandwich and fries before walking back to my room. I only made it 2 blocks when a guy got in my way. “Hay sugar, why don't we go to your place.” the sleazeball said. “No.” was all I said to him as I walked past him. “But I have money,” he said to me thinking I was nothing but a prostitute. “Fuck off!” I yelled back at him. “What did you say bitch!” he yelled and grabbed me. I screamed as loud as I could trying to break away. “You need to learn your pl…..” I watched as he started twitching before falling over. Right behind him was Jean with a taser. “No I think you do bitch,” she said as she kicked him in the nuts. “Let's go.” She grabbed my hand and dragged me with her until we turned a corner away from that jackass. “Let go of me!” I told her as I finally pulled my hand away. “Look I know you don't want to see us but I did just help you right there. So can you please stop being a bitch for to minutes and talk,” she asked. “Fine,” I say. I really just wanted to punch her, to tell her to fuck off and to stay out of my life. But after what just happened I also want that taser to take me home. Once inside I set my food down at the tiny table and sit on the bed while I ate. Jean sat on the foot of the bed. Just watching in silence. “How did you find me?” I asked. “You have mom’s card. It wasn't hard to track you,” she told me. I now wish I hadn't have used it. “I'm sorry for what you're going through.” “It's that bitch's fault,” I tell her taking a bite out of my sandwich. “She already told me what happened. Please just come back and talk to her.” Jean pleaded with me. “What so that she can steal more years from me!” I yelled. “I'm already over 25! I've been down in that tocher dungeon for years! Being that Bitches toy to dress up! I could have gone to college, got married, had kids! But she kept me locked up! My real family has replaced me!” I screamed at jean She looked very upset but she stood up and pulled out a folder filled with papers. “What's that?” I asked. “Our mom wanted me to give them to you,” she said and my blood began to boil as she said that. After her first year with us, Jean could not see her sister as anything but a mother and soon started calling her that. Much to her delight. “Get out,” I tell her. “Alice please you need to see…” she said but I slapped her before she could finish her sentence. She had a look of pure shock. But with the tears coming up she shoved the paperwork back into her purse before pulling something else out and tossing it on the bed. “A gift from mommy,” she said as she slammed my door shut. It was a taser. **************************************** I took in a deep breath and walked away from the room. Back up the stairs and turning off the lights. I got back into my car and drove away for the final time. I was finally letting this place go. When I finally stopped I was in front of a large house. Without bothering to knock I let myself in and was greeted by all my sisters. Jean is the only one to get up and give me a hug. “It's about time to got here we've all been waiting for you!” she said as she pulled me over to where everyone was. Around the table I see Felicia. This is her house were in and she is going to college to become a doctor. Next to her was her blood sister Marylynn and Bobbi. Over the last few years, they started up their own website for ABDL. their they Buy, sell and review all types of toys and even videotape them testing out the product to make sure it was safe. The sight really didn't get traction until they took one company to court for a faulty product and won. They are even starting to talk about hearing a few more people to test products and get a larger audience. Next was Sara and Bree. After high school, they both went to different schools. Bree got a scholarship with her cheerleading and has been going to school to become a lawyer while Sara has been working towards animation. About two years ago they stopped flirting with each other and fully started going out. They told us they tried other people but they just know each other too well. What I find funny is that in public Bree is in full control but with Sara, she is submissive about everything. Sara even invited us to their place where she forced Bree into a maids outfit to serve us drinks. Jean was next. she decided to become a guidance counselor. Something like what mommy was. Helping kids with bullying and other problems. Sadly she’s not as good as mommy. Finally in the center of the table sat Mommy in a beautiful urn. With a tear in my eye, we all raised a glass. “To mommy!” we yelled before downing our drink. ******************************** It was late at night when Alice broke into the school. She finally had enough. It's been 2 months since she learned the truth. She tried everything she could to find a job. But no one would hire her. She had nothing. Someone broke into her room and stole all her clothes. The card stopped working yesterday. And she ran out of diapers. She finally wanted it all to end. But first, she was going to kill the bitch who stole her life. The one who made it impossible to get a job. The one who stole almost 10 years of her life away. She moved thru the school and reached the D-3 door. She opened it knowing it would be unlocked. She crept down the steps. It didn't matter that it was dark. She lived here for so long that she got a big knife out of the kitchen and went to that woman's room. Slowly she opened the door. Making out a large lump on the bed. Slowly she moved forward until she was right over it. Without a moment's hesitation, she began to stab repeatedly. But soon came to realize she wasn't stabbing anyone. She turned on the light and realized she was only stabbing a body pillow. She then proceeded to check every room in the house but no one was there. The only room she didn't look at was her own. When she opened the door she saw that the entire room was the exact same. All her toys were scattered about. Her bed was still unmade from the morning she woke up. And all of it pissed her off! She just wanted this nightmare to end!. Alice then raised up her left hand and with her right clutching the blade she put the blade on her wrist. She watched as a small amount of blood slowly ran down her arm. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes and…. Nothing. She opened her eyes and saw the bladed gon. The blood no longer there. “Fuck the stupid bitch really did do it.” someone said behind Alice. She quickly spun around and seen a hooded figure standing in the doorway of her room. “Who the fuck are you!” Alice yelled. “I would tell you but I think the truth would be more shocking” the hooded women said. Alice was in no mood for games as she ran at the women and tried to tackle her but she disappeared, causing Alice to fall on her face. “Where are you!” Alice yelled as she tried to get up but a foot on her back prevented it. “Ok 3 things. 1 welcome to your mind. Our hours are 9 to 5 unless a fucking dumb bitch tries to kill herself. 2 I suggest doing as I say if you want out. I got a job to do and the sooner we finish the sooner you go back to reality. 3 stop being so fucking stupid.” the woman told me before getting off me. “What the fuck is going on,” Alice asked the women. Still not fully understanding where or why she was here. “Ok let me explain. Before mommy gave you back your memories she feared you might do something stupid like killing yourself. So she made it my job to try and stop that.” “And how are you supposed to do that?” Alice asked annoyed that the bitch put something like this in her head. “Just show you the truth you refuse to see.” she said. “I already know the truth. That bitch kidnapped me and turned me into her toy!” I yelled. The hooded women just stood there for a moment before she and millions of other voices all around Alice started to laugh. “Ow do you got a lot to learn you dumb cunt.” she said and with a snap of her fingers, the world went dark. Suddenly they were in a different room. “Where are we?” Alice asked. Suddenly a little blond girl came running into the room and right through Alice. “What the fuck!? “ALICE! A man yelled. Alice turned her head back at the door as her dad came into the room. “Dad why are you…” “Alice, how dare you embarrass me like that in front of everyone!” her dad said which confused her. Why was he… “I TOLD YOU I HAD TO GO POTTY!” the little girl behind Alice said and realized dad wasn't talking to her, but to the kid. “This is one of your memories,” the hooded figure said as everything froze in place. “You want to think you loved your parents but you really hated them.” “That's not true I loved my mom and dad. They gave me everything I wanted.” I told the women. “Ya, as long as you looked like and acted the part.” she said and everything started back up. “You could have held it for a little while longer!” dad yelled at child Alice before he grabbed her and spanked her. Once he was done he stripped the girl naked and forced her into a corner. “If you aren't going to be a big girl then you don't get big girl things!” The girl just cried as she was left there naked in a cold room. “But that isn't reason enough for me to hate my dad. Yes, I'm mad he did that but still,” I tell the hooded women. She just snapped her fingers and suddenly the walls of the room were gone and surrounding them were windows showing other memories. Once where she got in trouble for getting a C. some were her parents never showed up to school events. And others where they tell her they are too busy with something and to go play in her room. “When you turned 14 they started getting you anything you wanted. Just as long as you looked and acted like the perfect daughter while in public. The women told her. Then she saw one that made her heart sink. It was the first time she got her grade raised. She had to suck the teachers penis to turn her C grade into an A. she was only 14. “Just stop,” Alice asked and the windows disappeared. “You hate your family so much. So when you had the opportunity to get rid of one of them you took it.” the women told Alice, And Alice knew what she meant. When she had her dad kill that old teacher and told the cops it was for a different reason. “Ok! I get it! I fucking hate my parents! They weren't around for me! They made me feel like I was just a doll!” I yelled at the women. “Good, now that's one lie down.” she said and snapped again. The next memory was very recent. It was when Alice was yelling at Jean. “I could have gone to college, got married, had kids! But she kept me locked up! My real family has replaced me!” I yelled and the memory stopped. “That entire sentence is a complete lie.” she told me. “No, it wasn't!” I yelled at her but before I could continue my mouth disappeared and I couldn't say a thing. More windows appeared. Half of them was of me ditching school. Goofing off. Or fucking my teachers for the grade. “In that sentence, you were making it sound like you wanted a degree. In reality, if you had gone to college it would be to party all the time. At least until you found someone with money and fucked them for it. You would have never had kids as it would ruin your party. The only reason you would have them was to lock down someone rich.” the hooded women said. Returning my mouth. “Fine but the rest is true. She did keep me locked up and My real family did replace me,” I tell her. Suddenly a buzzer sound blared in my ears. “Wrong again.” she said with a snap. This time we were in the school. I had just had the best orgasm of my life and the girl I would come to know as mommy had just changed me into a clean diaper as I nodded off to sleep. “What does this memory have anything to do with proving me wrong. If anything it shows that she just turned me into her toy.” I tell the women. “You know memories aren't just what you see, they are also what you hear. And even if you're asleep you still hear things and your mind subconsciously records it. Just not as a big memory.” she told me. I then watched as the boy and girl talked but didn't move. “So what are you going to do with her now?” Eddy asked. The boy I once thought of as my boyfriend and who I tried doing anything I could just to get him to fuck me. “What she deserves. I'm going to make her confess her crimes and be sent to jail for what she’s done.” the girl said. Wait that's not what happens. “I think you should change that,” Eddy told her. “Why that bitch got the only decent person in this school killed just for a grade! She deserves worse!” “Please just hear me out first. Then decided, ok?” Eddy asked. After a moment of silence which I think was her nodding, he spoke again. “I've spent months with her. She is definitely a spoiled brat but one that was neglected all her life. She doesn't bother feeling for people when she doesn't expect them to be there for her. Yes, she got him killed. But I also blame the parents for raising her like this. Please at least think it over before you decide.” Eddy told her. Then a door was open and shut. Leaving Alice and the girl alone. “Fuck, he’s right.” the girl tells herself out loud. “You would be no different from me if I used my powers to get whatever I wanted. But of us are neglected and now we have to choose what to do, and I think I might have an idea. Suddenly the room changed. “This is a memory your mommy hid from you. But it's important you see it now. We were in what looked like an interrogation room in a prison. Sitting at a table was my mom and dad with two guards behind them and the girl sat across from them. A few feet away I sat on the floor playing with a few toys with a skirt that just barely hid my diaper. “What is wrong with her.” mom asked. “I made her forget everything. She is no better off than a 4-year-old in a 16-year-old's body.” the girl said. “How is that possible and why!” dad asked. “Alice did a lot of bad things recently. So I decided that she needed to start over. And I wanted you to make a decision.” she told them “What?” they asked. “You are to blame for why she became what she did. So I'll let you decide who will take care of her. Me or you.” she tells them. “What the fuck are you talking about!” dad yelled. “If you decide to take care of her then your husband will have to stay in jail for the mistake you both made in raising her the first time. However, if you have me raise her I will make her confess to her crimes and make it so no one will remember who Alice was after you get out,” she tells them. “But she is our child!” mom said “But I am in jail because of her. Her dad sad. “I'm surprised dad hasn't gone berserk at me knowing what happened,” I say out loud. “Ow, he would have killed you. But mommy is keeping him calm right now just to get an answer.” the hooded women told me. After a little back and forth it was decided that I would go with her. But before we left Mommy had one last thing to say. “When everything is fixed. I'll leave you with one warning. If I ever find out you have another kid and you treat them like you did Alice. Ill turn you brain dead.” she threatens them before taking my hand and walking out the door. “Your parents didn't replace you. They gave you a new life and just so happens to have another kid later. They don't remember anything about you, that's why they called their daughter Alice. Mommy just fixed your mistake in the only way possible. “If no one ever remembers me then why was I locked down there for years!” I questioned the women. “That is the final memory I have for you,” she said as we were surrounded my meares again. “Take a look. These are the first 6 months you were with mommy.” I really was a spoiled brat. The memories were of me yelling and screaming at mommy. Just because I didn't want to stop playing, or go to sleep, or eat my veggies. Memories of me just being a hand full. Stressing her out. One of them was when mommy went to her room while I threw my tantrum and cried. Asking herself why she was doing this. The memories faded and we were back in my room. “Was that it?” I asked but the hooded woman was gone. “Who are you?” another me in a footie pajama asked a man in my doorway. WAIT, WHAT!!! There has never been a guy down here. “Who are you?” the guy asked. “I'm Alice!” the other me said. And smiled at him. “What are you doing down here?” he asked her. “I live here! Want to play!” she asked him as a crooked smile crossed his face. “Ok but let's play a different game.” he said as he came closer. He then pulled his pants down and convinced her to play with his thing. Then to start sucking on it. But then he started to get forceful and Alice bit him. The guy yelled in pain. “No,” I remembered this part. “Stop,” I said meekly as I watched the guy start hitting me. Over and over and over. The only thing I could do was scream. “MOMMY!!!!!!!!!” When the man stopped he ripped open my pajamas and grabbed my diaper before frying pan was hit over his head repeatedly until he was knocked out. Mommy then dropped the frying pan and rushed over to hold me. My body shaking and gripping onto her tightly as she repeatedly told me mommy had me. “I won't bore you with the rest.” the hooded women said. “After this, she blocked this memory from your mind. Apparently, the guy was a student who ditched class and went in here by mistake. Once you fell asleep mommy made him get up. He is the only person mommy didn't help and forced him to strip naked and run. Making only able to say and wright ‘im a sissy’. Also from then on, you fell in love with mommy and subconsciously you know mommy would always protect you. But subconsciously you also gained a fear of men. She tried to take you out into public but unless you were holding onto mommy tightly you wound up having panic attacks. So mommy had to make a choice and had you stay home. The only time you wanted to go out was on Halloween. I said nothing to her. All I could do is look down at the beaten and bloody me. Holding onto mommy like at any moment if I let go the man would start to beat me again, and she was the only one to protect me. “I know who you are,” I say as I look back at the hooded women. “you're my ugly truths. The ones I wanted to hide from. The ones she protected me from. The ones that show just how much I hate myself.” The women then pulled off her hood and showed that she was indeed a very disgusting version of Alice. “So now the stupid cunt knows. What will you do know? She asked. I opened my eyes. The bladed still on my wrist. The blood still there. I immediately threw the knife across the room and curl up in a ball and cry. I wanted mommy I wanted my sister. Why did I have to be like this? I don't know how long I was there. But I knew I was hungry and I could feel my diaper leaking. I got up and went into the shower and got cleaned before grabbing a fresh diaper. I was called and went into my room and put on the warmist footie pajama I had and put it on. I then when into the kitchen and made myself a pb&j before sitting at the table all alone. That's when I finally noticed something on the table. A letter, addressed to me? ‘Dear Alice. I'm hoping you get this. I tried to call you but you refused to answer the hotel phone. Mom is very sick right now and is in the hospital. She has been sick for a while but it only just got worse. I wanted to tell you back then but you refused to talk to me. I know it's a long shot but I'm hoping you might come home and see this. I know you are mad. And you can hate her all you want but grant a dying woman one last wish to see her daughter. Love jean. DYING!!!!!! I ran out or the house and out of the school as fast as I could. The hospital was a mile away and I ran the entire thing. I ran past cars, mud and everything I could just to get to the hospital. Once I got there my pajamas were ruined. The legs were torn up. Covered in mud and the blood of my feet as I didn't even put shoes on. “Where is she!” I yelled at the front door clerk who was too shocked at me to answer. “Alice?” I heard Jean say. I turned to see her stand up from a char. A single tear went down her face as she seen me. I just rushed over and hugged her. “Where is she?” I asked Jean. Soon I was standing right outside her door. “Mom pleaded with me to stay outside and wait for you. Telling me she didn't want to miss you.” Jean told me before opening the door and letting me inside. Laying there was a pail husk of my mommy. How did she get like this? I just walked over and fell to my knees beside her. “Mommy. I'm here. I'm finally here.” I tell her as I take her hand. The room I quiet except for the slow beep of a heart monitor. “Mommy I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for being a spoiled brat. I'm sorry for putting you through so much trouble. I'm sorry for it taking me this long to realize how much I love you. Please wake up.” I asked as tears continued to come out and I gripped her hand tighter. Beep. Beep. Beep Beeeeeeeeeee…… I just looked at her with a blank look. This can't be happening. No, I just got here. I finally said I'm sorry. She can't die, no. no. no! “Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Mommy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird” mommy sang. I looked behind me and there she was. Sitting on a rocking chair. “And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring. “Mommy.” was the only thing I could say as I crawled over to her. She just smiled at me and picked up my now small body and raped me in her arms. “You're such a cute baby girl Alice.” she told me as she rocked us back and forth while I gripped onto her as tightly as I could. “Mommy I'm sorry,” I tell her as I start to cry again. But mommy just puts a pacifier in my mouth. “Hush little girl. I already know. I want you to know this right now. I don't know how long we can be like this. My powers make the rest of the word go slow. So however much time we have let me just spend it with my baby girl.” she said as she continued to rock us back and forth. Her soothing humming and the crack of the chair was all I heard. Mommys warmth was all I felt. I bared my face into her as a few more tears came out. Soon the cruel world will be back. But for this one moment, however brief, I was with mommy safe from everything. *********************** Mommy had brain cancer. If she had gone to rehab she might have survived. But she didn't go. She told jean after I ran away that she had a lot to prepare for and the rehab would only get in the way. Jean tried to convince her to go but nothing she said or did would help. Before she died she left behind money for each of her girls. All 7 of us. The money was to be used to go to school or get a house. Mommy also had a special page for me. The folder I didn't want was filled with paperwork. One was a change of identity. I was no longer Alice Young but Alice mare. She also had my diploma from high school and a list of job offers and colleges to apply to. There was also a special trainer mommy setup to help me get potty trained and learn a few more adult skills I would need. I was living with jean in a small apartment she bought while she went to school. With mommy gone we could no longer live in our old home. We took everything we wanted and the stuff we didn't or couldn't bring with us (mommy's blue room) was to be taken and sold. All money going to us. After a year I decided on what to do and bought myself a house where I made it into a 24/7 daycare. I could think of nothing else but that. Mommy to such great care to me. I want to give that care and love to other kids and help them be better. One of the kids I babysit for is Alice. Her mommy and daddy don't remember me at all but had a funny feeling they should drop off their daughter there 3 times a week to play with some friends. They even asked me if I could help with something. Their daughter has a weak bladder lately and has to wear diapers. Was there anything I could do to help her feel more comfortable and less shy about them. Yes, yes I could. With the toast done all us girls huddled around the couch for one last present mommy left for us. A home movie of all the fun times we had, we couldn't help but laugh at everything in the movie. The 8 women laughed as they watched everything. One by one they all filled a diaper they had on. One by one mommy watched as her girls laughed, cried, and played. She could only smile as the final scene of the movie was of jean’s birthday and they all messed their diapers together. Mommy, knowing her job was done, then started to walk away knowing that they would be fine. Only turning one last time to say to her girls. “Be good for mommy.”
(This is a special crossover with PinkTheDinosaur ‘s story “Baby Care Class (remix)” the story is split into 3 parts, the first and third are in Alice’s POV while the middle is in Williams. If you want to read it fully from his POV then please read PinkTheDinosaur story, link at the end.) My alarm clock rings and I smack it off as I groggily roll over in my bed. I slowly force my eyes open as I'm greeted by a smiling face looking at me. “Goo moorin moomma,” I tell the picture of mommy with my pacifier still in my mouth. I quickly remove the blanket to check on the stat of my diaper and see that it is still nice and dry. When mommy passed away a few years ago I had to relearn my potty training. I learned it so that I could finally grow up a little and make sure mommy would never have to worry about me and the rest of my life without her. But despite being potty trained I still will never give up being a little girl when I'm at home, and despite the fact that I'm now potty trained doesn't mean I still can't use my diapers whenever I want. On that note, I happily begin wetting the diaper until it's nice and slightly leaking before I start my day. I had just finished eating my eggs and toast when I received two text messages. The first was from my sister Bobbi. ‘Morning Alice! Do you have plans today?” Bobbi asked. The second text was from a mother who called me yesterday asking if I was open today. ‘Hi there, this is Jen, I was wondering if it was still ok to droop off my little girl at 3 to 5?’ So I messaged Jen back first. ‘Good morning, yes that will be fine, I'd be glad to watch your little girl.’ I texted her. ‘Thank you!’ Jen texted me. I then went back to Bobbi’s message. ‘Today I'll be watching little Alice until 4, and a new baby until 5. I'm free after that.’ I texted her. ‘Perfect! Marylynn and I will be over at 5, we got something great to show you!<3!<3!<3!’ Bobbi texted me.’P.S. don't use your diaper all day!’ I couldn't help but giggle wondering what got her so excited, and to be honest, I was getting a little excited. About an hour later I heard the doorbell and immediately went to answer it. “Aunty Mair!” Alice yelled as the 13-year-old girl as she gave me a great big hug. “Hi, Alice, its great to see you,” I told the girl as I hugged her back and looked up at the driveway and waved to the girl's father as he drove away. We (technically) were not related by blood but Alice has been coming to my daycare for the last three years and considers me family. “Can we have fun time today?” Alice asked me and I couldn't help but giggle. “We just have a baby coming today so it should be fine,” I tell her as she cheered and ran off into the bathroom. When she first came to my daycare she started having bladder problems and needed to wear diapers. After about a year she had finally stopped needing them but found that she started to like wearing them. A few times I caught her trying to sneak one on or take one home with her. Her parents didn't like it however and wanted her to stop which made her very upset. So I decided to make a deal with her, on days I didn't take care of kids older the 4 I would diaper her and let her be a baby for the day until she was picked up. She gladly accepted the offer and now it has become our little secret. At least that's what she thinks. As soon as I got the diaper on her I had her slip on a pair of sweets and come into the living room. “You can play until lunch time, then I want to check your homework. Remember, if you get bad grades you can't come over anymore,” I told Alice who agreed and ran over to play. Alice wasn't the only one I made a deal with. Alice’s grades were dropping a bit so I made a deal with Alice's parents. If they let Alice play baby girl while she’s at my daycare, I guarantee Alice would keep her grades at up to a B average. They were skeptical but decided to allow it and sure enough within 3 weeks, Alice's grades shot up. Now both parties are happy. “Ow and Alice were going to have a baby gest today,” I told her as I went to prepare a bottle for the little girl. ******************** williams POV It was 3 PM Sunday afternoon as Jen wheeled me up to a large house. All day Jen has been walking me all over town, no real destination. I was wondering what she had planned for me this time. Jen knocked on the front door and we were greeted by a beautiful blonde haired woman who greeted us. “Hello, you must be Jen Farbison, it's nice to meet you. I'm Mis. Mare and the owner of this daycare.” Mis. mare greeted Jen before looking down at me with a smile. DAYCARE!? I thought “Hi, Mis.Mare, it's great to meet you too. This here is Sissy Nellie Farbison, my daughter.” Jen said and I began getting mad at that lie. “Someone looks a little fussy.” Mis. Mare said as she bent down to get a good look at me. “But don't you look just like an adorable bunny” I was still in my ridiculous bunny outfit from last night with the white dress, paw mittens, paw booties, bunny ears, and white plastic pants with a cotton tale on the end. “Yes she is, she also has a little medical condition. She needs to keep her hands in mittens and a special pacifier on her to keep her from hurting herself.” Jen told Mis.Mare. “That’s fine, I deal with a few other special needs kids from time to time. Just tell me a little more about it and we should be all good.” Mis.Mare told Jen as she held the door opened and let us inside. Once we were inside I could immediately smell a tone of baby powder. “ANT MARE!” a girl yelled as they went up to Alice holding a piece of paper. “I can't do this problem!” The girl looked to be around 13 and looked a lot like Mis.Mare with her long blond hair. They honestly could have been sisters. “I'll be over to help you in a second, I'm currently with someone at the moment sweety.”Mis.Mare told the girl who noticed Jen and me. “What a cute baby,” the girl said as she flashed us a smile before leaving the room. “That was Alice, she is a regular at my daycare.” Mis.mare told Jen before leading us into a small office room. Here Jen told Mis.Mare a bogus story about how I was mentally ill and needed the pacifier and mittens, and how I'm really fussy to deal with. Basically as many lies as needed to prevent Mis.Mare from finding out who I really am. After they stopped talking Jen asked if she could take me to the bathroom to get a quick change before she left. Once in the bathroom Jen unstrapped me from the stroller and laid me down on a very large changing table. One big enough for an adult. “Ok Sissy, Mommy is going to be gone for a little while and I want you to be very good,” Jen said as she removed my wet diaper and replaced it with a new diaper. But before she taped it on Jen got out the tube of ice hot and my eyes went wide. I was screaming and crying as she pressed the tub against my asshole. Hoping, no, BEGGING her not to do it! “If your not good, then mommy will pour the entire tube into your bum,” Jen said with a smile as she put the tube away. Ow, thank god! I was then taped into the diaper before Jen got out another and taped it on me as well before sliding the plastic pants on me. However, that wasn't the end as Jen showed me something special about the panties. They had a special chain inside of them and with the help of a heart-shaped lock, the panties were completely locked. “We wouldn't want a stranger to see your little clit now would we?” Jen whispered in my ear as she picked me up and took me to see Mis.Mare. “I'll be back in two hours to pick her up,” Jen told her as she handed me over and kissed my cheek before leaving. “Don't you have just the nicest mommy.” Mis.mare said as she took me into her living room where she set me inside a giant play area. The play area had a playhouse on one end, a small table with coloring books on it, there was a tv set up playing Mack JR (fake tv program), a toy slide, and dozens of toys scattered around. “You play here for a moment while I go fetch you a bottle.” Mis.mare said as she left the room. I was looking around the room when Alice came over to greet me. “Aren't you just the cutest little thing,” Alice said as she stepped into the play area and grabbed a few stuffed animals and tried to play with me. I began to scream behind the pacifier and I began to struggle hoping to communicate with her but with no luck. I finally decided to say fuck it and try to walk towards the nearest exit before tripping and falling on my face due to the diapers. "Silly thing, were playing with toys right now," Alice said as she picked me up and set me down by the toys again. I noticed a coloring set right next to me, and I immediately tried to grab a crayon to write her a message with, to tell her I wasn't actually a baby. But with the mittens on I couldn't even pick up the crayon, and I screamed in frustration. "Someone is in a difficult mood today," Alice said picked me to examine me before she laid me down face-down on her knee, and softly patted my back. I let out a large burp, and the girl giggled. Not sure why, but that is when I relieved myself of needing to take a dump, and I completely messed the diaper I had on, instantly turning my seat to mush. I hoped that she would smell it, go to change me, and find that I had male private parts, but the diapers were too thick to let out most of the smell. "Awww, you are sooo cute!" Alice said and beginning to poke my chest, "I love baby girls so much." “You two having fun?” Mis.mare asked as she returned with a bottle in hand. “Would you like to feed her?” “Yes please,” Alice said as she took the bottle and Mis.Mare removed the pacifier cap just like Jen showed her and Alice stuck the bottle into it. Apon tasting the contents, however, I nearly gagged as the formulary went into my mouth. “Come on baby girl, drink up so you can grow big,” Alice said as she began bouncing me lightly. I hated it but I wound up drinking the whole thing before Alice began to burp me. “You are getting really good at this Alice, you'll become a great mommy when you grow up.” Mis Mare told her as she watched everything. “You remind me of my sister Bobbi and I when I would feed her like this.” With that Alice stood up and gave me to Mis.Mare who gave me a tickle. Then she began to smell the air. “I think someone just made a mess in her diaper.” Mis.Mare told us. Does that mean the smell from my diapers got out? Does that mean I'm going to get a change and they will finally see I'm not a girl! But instead of checking me, Mis.Mare went behind Alice and pulled back the waistband of her pants to reveal a messy diaper! What the hell! I thought. “You stay right here for a minute while I go chang miss stinky bomb over there.” Mis.Mare said as she sat me down in the play area once more and took the teen girl into the bathroom to have her diaper changed. I can't believe I just meet someone else that uses diapers without being forced! When they came back, Mis.Mare picked me up from the play area and took me to a different room, this one full of cribs. “Now that you've had your baba, its time for a little nap.” Mis.Mare said as she pleased me into a crib and gave me a blanket. “And I think little Alice here needs one as well.” “Aww, do I have to?” the teen protested as Mis.mare lowered the side of a much larger crib for Alice to lay down in. “Yes, you know the rules, babies take naps.” Mis.mare said as she picked the teen girl up with ease and sat her down in the crib before leaving for a moment and returning with another bottle. This one, however, wasn't for me as Mis.Mare tried to give it to Alice but accidentally dropped it. “Oh dear.” Mis.Mare said as she bent down to pick up the bottle and I notice the back of her dress rise up to reveal she was also wearing a diaper! What the hell was going on with these people?!? Mis.Mare handed Alice the bottle who happily began drinking it as the bars of the crib were lifted up. “Have a nice nap baby girls.” Mis.mare said as she turned off the lights and left the room. 2 hours later I was woken up from my nap by Jen who picked me up. “How was my little girl! Were you good?” Jen asked. “Like an angel.” Mis.Mare told her as she entered the room. I looked over and noticed Alice was no longer in the crib and must have woke up before Jen got here. “That's good because I got a special surprise for my good girl!” Jen said as she bounced me up and down and I noticed my very heavy diaper. “Come back to play soon.” Mis.Mare told us as Jen place me back into the stroller and pushed me out or the house, just as two other women were heading to the house. They complimented on how cute I looked before we passed them. “Hey Alice, we just got a new product in and we were wondering if you would like to try it with us?” I heard one of the women say. **************************** Alices pov I immediately let my diaper sisters in and had them sit in the living room. “How was your day? Bobbi asked as she and Marylynn shutdown. “It was good, little Alice went home in a wet pull up and you just saw the new Baby leave,” Alice told her sisters. “We saw, the bunny outfit was so cute on her, I now want one,” Marylynn commented. “So you have a new product for your store?” I asked wondering what it could be. “Yep and we wanted you to test it out with us!” Bobbi said as she held out a package. “What is it?” I asked as I opened it up to see diapers inside. “Diapers?” “Not just any diapers,” Marylynn said as I pulled it out and got excited. They were extra big and extra thick! Not only that but this one also had my name on it! “They are specially made ABDL diapers that are made to order, our business partner makes them custom made for every order and asked us to sell it on our site,” Bobbi said as she pulled out one that had her name on it. “But before we ever start selling we always make sure the products are good and we thought you might want to join in on the fun,” Marylynn told me grabbing her’s. I didn't need to be told anymore as I immediately tore off my pants and dry diaper too but on the new one. The diaper was so thick I couldn't even close my legs if I wanted to. The inside felt nice and soft, I even began bouncing on my bottom. “We know you're a heavy wetter and we thought these would work great for you,” Bobbi said as she put her’s on. “Now it's time for the fun part,” Marylynn said as she had her diaper on and pulled out 3 little vials. “We got to test them to see how good they work.” I knew what she had and happily waddled into my kitchen to grab is 3 bottles of chocolate milk and poured the special laxatives into them. “To diapers!” Bobbi said as we knocked our bottles together and began drinking them as fast as we could. Once we were done with the bottle Bobbi took out her laptop and began typing out her thoughts and began asking us how we thought of the diapers so far. “it's amazing, nice and soft in all places but not too soft to where I'm afraid it won't hold anything,” I told Bobbi as I poked at the diaper and felt the urge to pee. “When can we pee?” “Just a few minutes, I still need to make the review,” Bobbi said as she finished typing her review and handed it to Marylynn who also began typing. Once they were done if it was excitement or if I really needed to go but I was bouncing up and down trying not to pee. “Ok, now we can pee,” Marylynn said as the three of us began filling our diapers and letting out loud sighs of relief. “What do you think?” Bobbi asked. “It's so absorbent, most of my diapers leak after I use them and the ones that could, would leak if they took another soak. With these, I think I could pee in them 4 times before they got full.” I told them who also agreed. With that, the three of us began playing around in our diapers to see if they could stand up to any ABDL playing. And sure enough, they could. No leaks, or anything. It retains its shape and I couldn't be happier. Then the laxatives hit us like a ton of bricks as we felt the first of the cramps. I tried to hold it as long as possible as Marylynn was the first to neal over and fill her diaper. Marylynn never really eat a lot so we never noticed any bulge or anything. Heck with how big they were we couldn't even smell it. Bobbi was next to fill her diaper and this time we notice a small bulge but nothing that couldn't be used again. Finally, I was the last one. Thankfully I only peed in my diaper this morning and still needed to go from yesterday. I stopped fighting the need to go and I filled the diaper up as much as I could. “Amazing,” Bobbi said as she gave my diaper a pat. “Even with so much you still can't smell it!” It was true, these diapers were amazing and meant to be used more than once. I couldn't help but love the feeling and wished we had them a few years ago. I could almost picture mommy coming into the room to see three diapered girls playing in their full diapers, not worrying about the smell and letting us have our fun. “Bobbi, I need you to do me a favor,” I tell her. “What's that?” Bobbi asked. “Order me 100 more of these.” I happily told her as I bounced on my diapered bottom and letting the mess spread. There was no way I was taking this diaper off until tomorrow night. https://pinkthedinosaur.deviantart.com/art/Baby-Care-Class-remix-part-10-Be-good-for-mommy-720157810?ga_submit_new=10%3A1513326363
"In a world where North Korea has taken over the United States... (thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week) okay, maybe not. Alright, look. International affairs have gone to shit and all the greatest minds of the conquering kind have gotten their hands on pieces of a secret, new line of military hardware commissioned by the underground government and developed inside Japan. Apparently, these weapons are designed to wipe whole cities... not, technically, off the map and - uh, not clean either, but... um, how should I describe it? Actually, just look outside a window. Civilians are pretty screwed. But there is still hope. The girl named Claire Cooke is the daughter of my good buddy, Lui, who, you already know, is the uhhh... that military guy. You know... remember something something high school? He's the guy who beat both the Air Force and Marine recruiters in arm wrestling while we were busily choking on our chunky chocolate milk. Ahh, good times. Anyway, be sure to keep her safe. You should find her (hopefully) at their house here (click the link). Why am I asking you to do this? Well, my oblivious friend... because she is immune. Probably. Maybe. Probably not. Honestly, though, if there's to be any hope of taking measures against these new threats, you have to take initiative. I'll text you again once I've gotten a hold of an actual doctor or something (I am quite a famous and resourceful reporter, after all). We'll figure it out ourselves or, at least, that should be our mindset for now. Try not to trust any military compounds, my researches have yet to show that they're safe to our preferred degree. I mean, if it gets too dangerous out there then you two should just head into one and text me, we'll see if I can't 'Big Brother' the heck out of them. Should they cut the godawful, slow-as-my-dead-pet-turtle-ass emergency internet for whatever reason(s), head on over here. It's a little bunker where there's a good chance of an internet connection and we shall meet like old friends and conduct anti-government acts of freedom fighting against the rest of humanity for the rest of our lives. The password is your favorite nickname in middle school, no space. Finally, in case you can't tell what a 19 year-old girl looks like, "Claire is a kind and funny orange-haired girl," according to her dad. I'll leave details on what you'll need to further look out for down below. We all knew this day would come, Albert, a day when all nations turn against the biggest powers of the world to get their fill of communism around the world. We just didn't know that it would happen like this." DAY 1 "Uhm... so you my dad's friend?" Claire asks. "More like, his other other friend," I said. Claire is an average 5 feet 7 inches young lady with long, orange hair that does her face with the best justice. Her slightly pale complexion serves to highlight her dark eye makeup and her naturally wonderful pink lips. Her eyes are a dark shade of grey. She has a slim to average body figure in her black sweater and her baby blue jeans. She is wearing pink Vans. Glad to see some teens haven't gone with the wind. Goddamn rappers, nowadays. "Oh. Well, nice to meet you... umm, Uncle Al...?" She says as she hands me my phone after reading the text. "Haha, actually, just call me Al." She nods her head and ushers me in. My boots make a loud squelching on the wooden floor of the house before I realized what I was doing. "Oh, God. Sorry about that," I say to her. "Nah, it's okay. I saw the floods in the news. If you want, you could leave your shoes over here and I'll go grab a towel for you." "Alright, thanks." I take off my wet burgundy boots and yellow raincoat just as she comes back with a couple of brown shower towels. "Ah, thanks." "Yep, no problem. Oh, but you should hold up on wiping yourself down until you've taken a bath. I'll prepare one for you right now." "Thank you, that'd be very kind." "Just come upstairs when you're a little bit dryer, okay?" She says. Five nights ago, the first bombs were dropped. Though the initial explosions ranged from sea to shining sea, there was absolutely zero casualty. There were the conspiracies at first: 'North Korea is challenging us,' 'the Syrians are attacking us,' 'Japan is invading us,' and etcetera. Ridiculous, I knew, but a World War is under way. Across the country, towns and cities suddenly started flooding themselves. Cries of desperation came first not from the people who were grossed out by the strange, pungent floods, but from millions of young women who were making them. It was way beyond anyone's comprehension. The wettings, since then, have become endless. Yet, there has been no reports of a death by dehydration. The floods themselves aren't even that bad (aside from the smell), they were a foot high at most. But they have been effective in discouraging movements and taking out law enforcement. The government, this time, was not quick to take action as its workers were affected too. All people know now is that chemical warfare has taken a sharp and unexpected turn. "Hah," I sigh briefly as I dip my whole body into the hot bath at once. Since my house's plumbing has been busted for a while now and I couldn't call on anyone to fix it, this is my first actual bath in days! I indulge myself for about ten minutes before deciding to seriously wash myself with a shower. Finally, I exit the bathroom. I walk downstairs and see Claire watching the news on the couch in the living room. "Looks like the infected can't even stop themselves anymore," I say to her. "Yeah, and it looks like the rain outside is making it even worse," she replies, looking out the kitchen's one window to the heavy pitter-patter in the darkness outside. "Hey, by the way, I hope you don't mind me being here. I mean, I know, around your age, you can take care of yourself." Claire smiles coyly as she puts a hand behind her head and looks at me with a playful, cocked eyebrow while she leans on the couch as if to say, oh yeah? Then what are you doing here? "But, I have to listen to your dad's orders or else he won't invite me to the next crew hangout." "Crew hangout? What are crew hangouts?" "It's when the coolest people in the world get together for a couple of days and drink while sharing stories and hobbies and playing video games. It's all very fun and public." She slightly frown at this. Did I say something wrong? "My dad still drinks?" She asks. Oh, crap. "Uhh, actually, that's more like me and the other guys. Your dad... he prefers the pool table. He's pretty good at it too, though the only reason why is because everyone else is usually drunk, haha." "Oh, okay." Whew. Good save, Albert, good save. We continue chatting for a while, occasionally adjusting the volume of the TV to hear our own funny stories and laughter before eating teenage snacks for dinner, including Doritos and a thin slice of pineapple (really?) pizza. Soon, she starts to show me to an extra bedroom where I could sleep. "And here's your blanket. Alright, if you need anything else, please keep quiet 'til morning because I will be sleeping," she says cheekily. "What if I need to go to the bathroom and I'm scared?" Claire laughs at this. "Okay, okay. You would just walk to the bathroom because it's closer to you than my room. Are we done? I've gotta go change. I think I laughed so hard I might be infected." "What, did you lose a bit of control there?" She bites her lips as she bounces up and down a few times, one hand on the doorknob to the guest room and the other on her thigh, making its way to her crotch before she stops herself. "No, but I'm about to, haha," she says. CRASH. The sound of glass breaking drains her face of some coloration and almost her bladder as I see a small wet patch appear and a streak slithering down her jeans. Goosebumps threaten to show on my skin but I quickly brush it off. I have a kid to protect. Silently, I motion Claire to move behind me as I make my way through the door and near the stairs. Then, I hear voices. "Eh, grab that right there. Grab any food you can find too. And bullets, like, for my Glock." Shit, they have a gun?! "Oh my gosh. I... I....." Claire whispers as her bladder completely fails under stress. With an arched back, her butt sticking out, and her legs crossed, the dam to the lake in her balloon of a bladder finally breaks. Her hands, though tightly gripping her lady parts, could not hold back the flood as a hot, golden stream of urine splits and fill up her cupped palms, coating her fingers that are digging into the darkest spot on her jeans and quickly moving on to the carpeted floor below, which is only after they darken her socks. I watch in suspense, waiting to see when or if it would even stop. Luckily, after what is about thirty seconds, it seems that what the text about her says was right. She could very well be immune (though not to normal urinary behaviors). Psshhh. "Mmmh... aaahh....." she sighs as she looks down with tears of relief(?) in her eyes. Her face is also flushed. The scent of her sweet wee hits my nose. Strikingly, I'm not disgusted by it...? Because of the low temperature in the house, I could see a little bit of steam rising up from the soaked shadow under her. "Hurry up, I'm going upstairs without you," one of the voices says. I snap out of my weird trance and grab Claire by the wrist before taking her to the bathroom where I could remember seeing a window. I quietly close the door just seconds before I hear footsteps going up the stairs. "Okay, Claire, grab whatever you need from here. I'm going to open the window in case they want to break into the bathroom, okay?" I say to her. "W-wait, I think my dad keeps a gun in his bedroom," she says. Damn it, why didn't I think to hide us in the bedroom?! Of fucking course Lui would have a gun hidden in there! "Uuuhh, I'm so sorry... sniff. I should've told you earlier." "No, it's okay. It's my fault too. Anyway -" Click clack. The doorknob tries to turn but the door is locked. "Hey, who's in here?" Shouts the voice that has came up from downstairs. "Shh, he haven't made us out yet. Climb through the window, hurry," I say to Claire. She nods briefly before climbing out onto the roof with two large towels. The rain has been reduced to a drizzle. I follow her out and close the window before we both drop to the ground and start running, me in my t-shirt and shorts and Claire in her black sweater and two tones of blue, saturated with pee pants. What's up, guys? I hope you like my latest (and probably craziest) story on here. Let me know what you'd like to see in its future additions! Will they find someplace safe to stay? Can they only run because they cannot hide? Would you guys like for them to find some shoes which I totally forgot to give them before they jumped out the window but am now keeping this whole situation in the story anyway? See you next time on the next... Omo War III: Desperate Times!
"Holy shit. So, anarchy's already set in, huh? Well, I'm glad to hear that you two are safe. Do you have any friends and/or family nearby? You should go to them if you do. Otherwise, just find a roof over your head for the night and come back to the house in the morning to see if they're gone. I still think you should hold off on going to one of the compounds for help. Riley (my assistant, in case you don't remember him from that odd visit on the 4th of July) went to Walmart to scavenge this morning and said he overheard a couple of ex-government people talking about how they suspect that some of the compounds have been overrun by gangs and maybe even cartels. It's an inconspicuous take-over for the isolated ones too. We can't do anything until we've got proper knowledge of what we're getting ourselves into, Albert. I'm taking this new lead out for a joyride, I'll text you once I've got something. Hey, and also... keep the girl alive and healthy. You should watch both of your diets. We both know that the airborne bacteria or virus or whatever doesn't harm us but God knows what a large dose of infested shit will do to you. If you can't find any friends and/or family, text me and we'll go to my bunker." DAY 2 The house is a completely mess. Glass cover areas in no particular pattern. Paintings, wine bottles, and other objects of clear value are missing. The fridge had been thoroughly rummaged through and was left open for us to see. I ask Claire to show me her father's gun upstairs and she couldn't, it is gone too. Claire, herself, isn't so hot, either (figuratively). Her beautiful orange hair had been wet for a while now because we couldn't find better shelter than under a large tree in a dip on the side of a road half a mile south of her house. Poor girl really looked uncomfortable throughout most of the night. Luckily, this area wasn't affected by the floods. I look at her face now and it seems like she's more determined than anything. Still, I somehow feel bad for her. "It's okay, Claire. You did your best to follow my instructions last night so it would my fault that we couldn't stop them," I say to her. "No, it's not your fault. One of them said he had a gun. I'm fine with us being alive," she replies. Sensing that morals are a little bit low, I put an arm around her. She slightly raises her shoulders in surprise. "Umm, Al...? I'm still standing in dirty jeans..." she says, blushing a little as she rubs her legs together to emphasize on what else happened last night. "Huh? Oh, sorry. You probably want to change." "Yeah, I probably should." I remove my arm around her as she makes a brisk walk to her room before closing the door. I decide to take the time to explore the house a little further. In Lui's bedroom, I find: two long-sleeves, two t-shirts, and two pairs of cargo pants that are about my size in his closet and a bowie knife, a steel blue Armani watch, and a handful of photos of him, his friends, and his family inside a carefully carved out compartment-like hole under his bed. In the guest bedroom, I find: a box of tissues, a portable phone charger, and a red metallic water bottle. In the bathroom, I replace our used towels with fresh ones and find three rolls of toilet paper. In the living room, I find only four plastic water bottles. In the kitchen, I find: a lighter, an open-tip peeler knife, a pair of scissors, a black metallic water bottle, three cups of instant noodles, and a roll of clear tape. Finally, in the garage, I find: a well-equipped tool kit, two hiking backpacks, two casquettes, two pairs of boots, and... a sawed-off shotgun behind the water heater! There's also a box of shells, as well. This looks extremely illegal, but... goddamn it. I have to do a better job of protecting her from now on. If something like last night were to happen again... "Hey, Al? I'm ready," Claire says, showing me that she's been following me around and packing somethings, too. "Oh, nice." Turns out she has her own backpack and doesn't need one of the hiking ones that I'd found. Looking at her, Claire is donning an entirely new outfit. She's wearing a black tank top underneath a black leather jacket and a pair of woodland camo pants. Her long, luscious orange hair is tied into a ponytail behind her head. If I was 28 years younger and not your old man's friend... nah, my wife would still kill me. I hand her some stuff and we decide to head out. 1 HOUR LATER "Where are we going?" Claire asks. "We're going to a friend of mine's house. His name is Solomon, Old Man Solomon. He's not that old, it's just a nickname. He's kind of like a... garage scientist but what he really does is work at a 76 gas station." "Mhm." "Don't worry, he's a reliable guy." "Oh, I'm not worried. It's just..." Claire suddenly stops to openly squeeze herself between her legs and bite her lips. "I forgot to use the bathroom back at the house." "What? Come on, Claiirrreeee." "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" She says, smiling despite what happened last night. "I mean, I don't expect us to turn around and go home. I can hold it... for a while longer. I don't know if I'm immune to the stuff in the air but it does feel like its making me have to go even more." "Well, I guess this time will be different," I say to her jokingly as she makes a pufferfish face before punching me in the arm. 30 MINUTES LATER "Claire, just go in the bushes. Who's going to judge you?" I say to her. "I'm NOT going in the bushes! I'm f-fine! I can hold it until we get there." "Jesus, kid. There's a piss-pocalypse happening all across the United States and you're afraid to go potty outside?" "I'm not afraid, *squeeze okay? And I'm not desperate." Even if she say that, her body language is saying something else. Her steps would sometimes require her to cross a foot over to the other side, making her walk in a drunk-like pattern. On occasions, she would tip-toe and shiver, even though we're walking in fair weather. Now I'm wishing she'd be more like other teenagers. This could be embarrassing. 30 MINUTES LATER "A-are we there, y-yet?" Claire asks in a timid voice. "No, uh, we've got a little more than a while to walk still." "Uuuhhu," she suffers silently. "?" "U-um, uh, I said, "What are we d-doing at... Solomon's house?"" "Well, he has a pretty nice collection of books. In general, I mean. Like, I'm sure he has some novel series in there. But, mostly, based on my experience hanging out with him -" "M-mhm." "- I can say that most of his stuff is pretty random. Like, I picked out a book from one of his shelves once and guess what it was?" "What?" "'Cultural Anthropology'! Like, isn't that weird? And he'd actual read it. I tested him and everything. I guess when your daily job is simple, you've got more time to do your thing. Learn what you want to learn. Be happy with yourself in a different way, you know?" At this point, I already know that Claire's hoping that I'd beg her to go pee already so that she could be like, fine, quit whining, you perv. I'll pee outside before inside my pants. I'm about to mess her up right now. "And then there was this other book called... um, what was it...? Oh yeah, 'Oceanography'!" I say to her. "H-huh?" "This one I had a little more interest in because I'm an animal lover - fishies included. So I kept reading and reading, but it talked so little about the animals. It was all about the algae and water. Just waves after waves of mundane topics of conversation. I mean, who cares about how wet the Earth is or how much rainfall -" "H-hey! I know what you're t-trying to d-do!" She exclaims. "- I mean, think about it like this: if your bladder is an ocean and the ice caps are melting, what do you think Mother Nature is trying to say?" "OKAY, I get it! I'll just go outside! I'll just go outside!" She says as she rushes her way to a couple bushes nearby. "By the way, we're here," I say calmly. "W-what?" About a quarter mile down the road, I could see Old Man Solomon, who stands just outside his house to greet us. "HEY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Old Man Solomon yells. "I'VE COME TO EAT ALL YOUR FOOD." "FUCK YOU. Hahaha, come here!" I walk over with Claire hobbling behind me and starts to introduce them when suddenly... "U-um, e-excuse me? C-can I use your b-b-bathroom? Please?! It's an emergencyyy." She says abruptly. "Sorry, girl. My bathroom's broken," Solomon replies. "H-huhh?!" "Yeah, I've been digging a hole over there to make a porta-potty for myself but it'll take -" "Here, just take this water bottle," I say to her as I hand her the empty plastic bottle. Peering through a few stands of her orange hair that cover her face, she immediately blushes an autumn shade of red as she snatches the bottle and runs to the wilderness where, despite all her high-chin talk, she embarrasses herself. "Eeekk!" Claire shrieks. Not even having her pants out of the way, she starts to pee. Her right hand tries to cover her butt from behind but the damage is already done in a matter of seconds. Her left hand, holding onto the empty bottle, tries to pull down her pants. Finally, when she does it, she rips her white, pee-shaded panties out of the way and begins urinating at full force into the water bottle. Probably because she's not used to this, her wee starts to spray everywhere. "Nooooo, stop! Please, stoooppp!" She says, adjusting her volume but not before turning even redder in the face. On her camo pants are now several medium-sized streaks which run down to her knees before stopping as most of her urine pool on her butt or in her lap because of the way she's squatting and her pants' position. A little bit of pee manage to reach her black tank top whenever she leans forward without thinking. And she couldn't think anymore - not in that moment. "Does - err, this happen a lot?" Solomon asks. "I - um, think it will," I reply.
"Solomon? Ehh - alright. But only because you trust him, buddy. I would dial it back, though, if I was you. You know Solomon's a weird guy - smart, but unconventionally so. In any case, do NOT tell him about Claire's immunity. Oh, wait. You said that she wasn't totally immune? Ah, that is disappointing. You didn't say it to him though, right? The guy's ambitious but that doesn't make him a doctor. So, to summarize, all I'm going to say is: keep the dog on the leash. There might be a time when we'll need him. Moving on, there's been some news regarding the infected. Apparently, several reports told of a cease in the 'flooding'. Pretty decent news, right? Well, here's the bad news. The infected girls seem to be going crazy. Nasty. Dirty. Horny. Some real hentai shit. Good God, man. They're out there fucking anybody they can get their hands on. It's insanity, damn it, but you know what to do (or NOT do). Don't give into it, Albert, that platinum blonde is not going to turn your love porn with a good story into a 5-page doujinshi! On a more serious note, if you do happen to cross path with one, try not to kill her. For that person, she can (probably) still be cured. The limbic system is just being overloaded with a singular message from a whole colony of organic manipulation parasites. Yeah, that's right. Parasites - slightly bigger than my guesses with bacteria or virus. The gas and liquid were just byproducts of the hatching eggs, it turns out. So, to summarize this one: it's grosser than you think! Anyway, text me when you have more questions. You will." DAY 3 After telling Solomon about our little adventure, he welcomed us with open arms into his home. He's got a lot of faith in his friends, more so than anyone would think just looking at him from the outside. Once inside his house, he showed us to each of our own sleeping area because, although he's got a lot of faith in his friends, he doesn't have a lot of stuff... well, except for food. The guy has a lot of food. We then had lunch and dinner together before Claire nearly peed herself again when Solomon said... "By the way, when you're done, put this on." "What... is this?" She asked. "A diaper." "W-wait, what?! I don't need diapers!" "Look, you don't have to be embarrassed. Nobody is having a field day out there and you're better off than most of them... but you can't blame me for questioning your - uh, continence after what happened earlier." "That w-wasn't my fault! I just wasn't used to 'doing it' out in the open. It's embarrassing..." "So what if you have to go in the open again?" "T-then I would." "....." "I swear! I don't need pull-ups!" "Just put it on. We're going to go hit the gas station in the morning 'cause I need some help getting stuff back here." I put my hand on one of Claire's sunken shoulders. "It's for the best," I said to her as she glared at me. "You're having a field day, aren't you?" "I'm old, it's good for my health." As of now, we're walking to the gas station, which is located on a vast field by an empty road. I look over to Claire (who is wearing her black leather jacket over a clean red tank top, a clean pair of black jeans, and a pair of boots) and she has quite the cute little angry look on her face. But even though it was fun messing with her, I decide to leave Claire alone for now. Teasing aside, she's probably been through enough. About half a mile away from the 76, Solomon suddenly kneels. "Alright, Albert, take out your shotgun," he says. "Are we expecting trouble here?" I ask. "Better be safe than sorry. There was nothing in there from my last visit, but who knows now? If they're breaking into homes and shit, then I'm not taking any chances. I hope you remember your training." He opens up his heavy-duty backpack to reveal a black gun case. From the corner of my eye, I could see Claire moving closer towards me. "You kept that thing? Even after what happened?" I ask him. "Yeah... honestly, it's been serving as a reminder. A bitter memory, but he....... look, if you know how to clean the insides... well, don't look at me like that, Albert, Teddy was a maniac." "Yeah, but still -" "No, no. There were never any 'buts' with that guy, he was clearly -" "Who's Teddy?" Claire asks out of nowhere. "Teddy was a friend," I say to her. "Mhm, very 'was'," Solomon says. "Enough wasting time. I've got my P90. Albert, you've got your shotgun, so tell me how we're going to do this." "Just run across and I'll cover you from the corner of the closest window." "Jesus, okay. Let me ask Claire if she has any better idea." "I'm serious. If you're really that paranoid, then spray some." "Fine, but I better not get fucking shot." There were a lot of unexplained things that I didn't want to talk about, but they were talked about anyway when I accidentally said, "Even after what Happened?" Claire may not be a little girl, but I need her trust in order to keep her safe. The truth is that I was in the Army for a little while with Lui before I stopped and became an editor for the company that my text buddy works at with my bachelor's degree in journalism. Meanwhile, Solomon had just quit his job at McDonald's and was spending all his money for the people who would take advantage of him. This is where Teddy comes in. Teddy was a - Kata-kata. "Gaaahhhhh!" I look to see the idiot in front of me running across the pavement before I'm even in position, stopping once he reaches the other end of the convenience store. He swings his gun around for every click of a metronome and for a good 10 seconds before shouting back at me. "Really?!" "Hey, not my fault your dumb-ass ran out before I was ready," I say to him. As he goes ahead inside the convenience store, from the corner of my eye, once again, I see Claire moving towards m- no, she's... dancing? Goddamn it. Claire catches my gaze and stills herself, pulling her hands out from deep inside her jeans' pockets and putting them straight down by her sides. She looks like a child who just got caught doing something bad. I could still see her knees bending a little. "Claire, I know." "What?" She says, blinking once. This is so stupid. "Let's go, there's a restroom inside the convenience store," I say to her. Turning around, I could feel her mouth opening to a lack of words and her cheeks burning as she quietly follows me. Finally, inside the convenience store, we begin looting. The store was, surprisingly, only half empty on items. It seems like nobody else had the idea to check out the place. About 30 minutes in, I start to notice Claire's restlessness, quietly shifting around and trying to inconspicuously hold herself. Before I could get to her, she walks on over to me. "Al, the restroom's flooded," she says. "I know you don't want to hear this, but -" "Actually, nevermind. Yeah, I don't want to hear it." I shrug my shoulders and Claire goes to look at some magazines. 20 minutes later, Solomon speaks up. "Hey, you guys ready to head out?" "Yeah, I think," I reply. "Well, hold the fuck on, actually. Let's eat brunch here to lighten our load so we can bring even more shit back." To this comment, Claire perks up from her bent-legs stance and immediately looks at me with trouble in her eyes. She puts both her hands over her crotch and sways her hips and bottom to prove to me that she needs to go very urgently. "Please, please, please, Al. I REALLY don't want to go inside my diaper!" "You know what? Not having the courage to do something makes you less of an adult and more like a baby. You know you have to get used to it soon or else... it's the other stuff!" I say to her with an emphasis on the finality of my tone. Claire moans and bites her lips as her hands grab at the waistband of her tank top and she dances in place. Sometimes I forget that she's a 19 year-old. Her body tips from side to side awkwardly as she struggles with her full bladder. She whines softly and, after a few seconds, she looks back at me with pleading eyes as if I could magically make her problem disappear. Even Claire's ponytail looks demoralized as it slinks low behind her head. "Umm, I think I'm good here. We should leave before - uh, the floods get here." "You're stupid, do you even hear yourself? It'd take a tsunami the size of your mom to flood where we are!" "I'll give you props for that one. Can we go home, now? We're staying within an oasis on the sand sea of a World War, I'll be damned if this place stays safe." "Alright, alright. You're the poet, you know what life is all about. Please, lead." "Thank you." With that, we start to head out while Claire... "... Claire?" I look over to where she is and Claire is standing turned around with her hands stuck between her legs, one hand reaching so far back that I could see all her fingers. Her butt slightly twitches with effort as her legs wrestle one another. Her upper body's leaned forward with tension as her head finally turns to see me. She immediately tries to get up, but not without making an embarrassment of herself, twisting and moaning. Her cheeks are clearly flushed. Without context, she'd look like she was enjoying herself. "Claire." "Y-yeah, I-I'm c-c-coming," she says timidly. Walking out the door to Solomon, I see a young woman 20 feet away from him. Dressed in an immature, white oversized t-shirt and... pink baby booties, she wears her dark hair in two ponytails on the sides of her head. Her sultry face has a strange look in her eyes and her mouth drools... excitedly (?) when she sees us. "What. The. Fuck...?" I say to no reply. "Haaa~ ahhh~~ mhmmmmm~~~!" She moans out loud as she runs her eyes over to Claire, who just got out. "H-huh? W-what?" Claire says, confused. All of the sudden, the woman pulls up her t-shirt and reveals a soaking wet adult diaper! As if on cue, I instantly smell the excess of urine. Her diaper then expands slightly more due to the force of her powerful stream as she pees impossibly loudly into it and that pee could no longer be contained as it flows out from the leg-holes of her diaper. The yellowing of it is mesmerizing in an odd way... and then I hear Claire, as well. "A-ahhh.....! O-oh, n-nooo... I'm wetting m-m-myssseeeeelf," she says louder than I would expect. Her knees crash into one another as a soft hissssss sounds within my ears. Her mouth opens as her eyes slightly closes, taking in the relief and, possibly, pleasure from peeing herself. Her hands makes a cute and futile attempt to cover her face from the embarrassment as Claire slowly drops to the ground. From the inside, her wee must have pushed past her diaper as it now moves to stain her inner thighs and jeans. In an unexpected motion, she suddenly clasp her legs together and starts grinding them. "A-ahhh ~ hahhhhh ~~ mhmmmmm~~~!" "....." "....." "... This doing anything for you?" I say to Solomon. "... Well, if you mean weirding me out... then yes," he replies. What's going on, guys? Thank you for the comments! Now, tell me your thoughts on oatmeal. Do you like Lionel Messi? Or do you want to see poop? And, also, is there anything else that you would like to see be added on into the story? Lend me your words!
"No new messages." DAY 3 The woman lovingly rubs her diaper with a lewd look on her face before finally coming to a climax. Something about Claire seems to have driven her over the edge as she stares at the younger girl for a while longer before falling to the ground. It seems like she's gone to sleep. Looking over to Claire, she has quite a bit of drool on the side of her mouth as her head bobs sleepily up and down with her eyes half-closed. She seems to be drifting off, too. "Hey! Don't you fall asleep on me. Claire!" I say to her, lightly shaking her shoulders. "... Well, I'm not carrying her," Solomon says. "I'll take the backpack from her and we'll just... leave the woman here, I guess." "Alright. Sigh, carry my shotgun, too." At this rate, she'll run out of pants before humility... Pulling Claire's left arm, I drag the front of her body onto my shoulders where one of them just happen to be unlucky enough to press onto her bladder, dampening that side's sleeve of my grey long-sleeves as she spurts a few couple ounces of pee past her diaper and through her jeans' soaked thighs. "Ah! Goddamn it." "Hahaha, ahh. That's disgusting," Solomon says. We walk the length of the road again to return to his house with every passing five or six minutes or so being an old joke where Claire would decide to lose herself, leaving wet, temporary tracks behind us. At this point, even my black cargo pants aren't safe. The worst moments, though, are when her pee gets into my right boot, making it all squishy. But I can't complain. Claire's clearly got the worst deal. Not only was she miserable throughout this whole thing (even when she tries to keep a kind and playful attitude), her ordeals with the organic manipulation gas and liquid have left her surprised every single time. The shock she must've endured would've cracked several tough men, by now. The miles passes by quickly under our feet as we spend the time deep within our own thoughts. "Alright, I'll go on inside and open up the garage door for you. I'm gonna put some newspaper on the ground, too, so you can put her down," Solomon says to me. I watch him as he climbs the small steps to his front door. The winds blow about cool air and I could feel Claire shivers. I take a look at the only front front window that's not missing glass and I could see the glare of the sun over the woods in the serene isolation of the house. The trees behind us are moving slowly and, as I look closer, the girl I'm carrying is breathing softly besides my ear. Her hair is swaying to the pattern of my slight-steps. Her heartbeats are beating against my neck and her wet pants are gleaming in her still-wet pee against my now smelly right shoulder. Ugh, what a way to ruin the mood. The garage door then opens. Solomon motions me in. He shows me to where he'd set up the 'protection' against Claire's aggressive bladder, but it isn't really fair for her to be embarrassed like so. I don't know if I should leave her here. Though my body is tiring, I decide to push myself just a little more. "Actually, let me bring her to the bathroom so I can clean her up," I say to Solomon. "Hand me a diaper." "Here, take this one. It'll do a lot more for her than the pull-ups," he says as her hands me an adult diaper. "By the way, where'd you get all these?" "I was gonna stock the store with them before a damn war broke out. I knew a shit-ton of people were gonna make their way uphills to find shelter from the floods and I knew that not all of them were gonna be nice folks. So, I did the smart thing and kept my business to myself." "Ah." I carry Claire in my arms over to the bathroom, which is just across the living room on the other side of a small hallway. I put Claire down on the toilet, resting her head on the green bathroom tiles of the wall, before placing two towels down on the floor over the brown rug next to the shower. I then put Claire down there, laying on her back, and just try to wake her up, again. Sigh, it's still no use. "Hey, by the way, if you use the towels, wash them afterwards and hang them in the morning!" "What?" "I don't want to waste electricity!" Even though Claire isn't so unconscious that she doesn't move at all, I feel dreadfully worried that she could be really sick. I put my right hand against her temple: her temperature seems normal. I press two fingers against her wrist to check her beats - fine, too. But that's all I know. "Hey, Claire? I'm going to change you now, okay?" I say to her. I don't know what else to say... I go ahead and start changing her. I sit her up and first remove her black leather jacket. I throw the jacket on the bathroom counter. Next, I remove the scrunchie and let her hair loose, hoping she might find more comfort laying her head this way. I then attempt to take her black jeans off. This... will take a bit of effort. The puffiness of her pull-ups doesn't make it easy. Once it comes off, I get to removing the diaper, carefully working it with my thumbs and forefingers as to not get the sticky, slightly yellow pee on me. When I get the diaper off, I -. "Hey, Al. Whoa... uh, I - um... thought you might want or need this," Solomon says as he appears in the bathroom's doorway out of nowhere. Solomon hands me a box of wet wipes, covering his eyes with a vertical palm and disappearing once he's done. I take a few wet wipes and wipe, as quickly as possible, her legsinnerlegsoutterlegsbacklegslowerlegsbottomandprivates. Phew. It's bizarre diaper changing someone who is legally an adult by themselves, but who's still like a child to you. I wrap the towels over her lower body to let it dry before putting her in a clean diaper. I adjust it to make it look as snug on her as possible. ..... Nope, no baby powder. She'd wake up just to faint again out of embarrassment. Finally, I pick her up in my arms and bring her to the couch in the living room. Solomon sees me heading over with the girl and he, with understanding, gets up from his spot. "Alright, alright. I guess it's time I go do some exercise," he says before going into the hallway and exiting through the door to the right side of the house. I put Claire down on the dark beige couch and drape the red flannel-patterned wool blanket over her. Before I commit myself to this, I decide to grab a book as well. I walk diagonally across the room and scan the old shelves for something interesting. Ah, this one. I reach for a familiar sight. "Tales in Cthulhu Mythos," I remember this one treating my imaginative childhood quite well. I grab the book and sit down next to Claire. ... For some reason, I want her to rest her head on my lap. Something in me yearns for it... instead, I move her body over so that she could put her head on the armrest of the couch and her feet would just barely touches my right knee from under the cover. I open my book to read, turning the volume of the TV down lower and lower every now and then. Soon, my body would give out on me and I'd fall asleep. 3 HOURS LATER I wake up to the smell of some sort of cooked fish. I groggily look over my left shoulder to see Solomon with some food on the small maple wood-looking dinner table that stands about 5 feet behind the couch. I then see Claire behind him cleaning the area around the stove and its kitchen counters in her red tank top and a pair of green pants with white stripes. They haven't made out that I've awoken, yet. "Hey, Al. Do you want something to eat?" Claire says to me. Or maybe she's more aware than I'd thought. "Yah, yawn, I'm hungry." "Okay." She sits me down at the table (yeah, really. She's pulling out my chair and everything) and brings over a palette of... homely looking dishes. Looking at it now, it smelled even better when I was on the couch. "Hey, aren't you gonna sit down and eat, too?" I ask Claire. "Yeah, I'm almost done," she replies, blushing for an unknown reason until she says, "Lemme use the bathroom, first." I shake my head in jest at her innocent, easily flustered face. It's pretty cute, actually... I won't be bothered by these types of things pretty soon. "You know, she's pretty special," Solomon says, breaking the little bit of silence that we had. "Oh yeah?" 'Yeah, man. I mean, look at how she's using the bathroom all on her own. That's pretty impressive, especially when her body's getting slammed by all the stuff that's in the air outside." "Huh, I guess that's... very true." "You know it's true. Don't sell yourself short, you know a lot of things. In fact, I think you might even know something that I don't," Solomon says, making eye contact with me. He's onto me, I think, but how? "I don't think so. I've known her for, like, three days," I say to him. "So those 3 days warrant as enough time for her to let you do something to her like what you did yesterday?" "Come on, man." This is going fr enough. "Come on, man," Solomon says in a mocked tone of voice. "Who's your buddy on the phone? Huh, buddy?" Just as he says that, Solomon drops my phone with the Message app open to the secret conversation. Everything that has been said between me and 'him' had been revealed. Everything becomes dead silent until a toilet flush. I reach for my phone and grab it. "Now, I'd be lying if I said that I ain't mad... but you know I already have trust issues. No, I trust you, I trust Claire, and that's why I let you two in my house. But, please, don't disrespect a friend who's just trying to do something nice, for once, by lying to his face and talking behind his back," he says. "Alright, I've got it... if you've read the whole thing... you know -" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You guys still don't trust me, I get it. I was never really a part of the crew and I've still yet to become part of the crew. It's fine, I never really cared." "No, shut up for a second. I mean that you're not a doctor." "Oh... yeah, that's right. So?" "So, you understand my concern for Claire? I don't just want to put her in good hands, I want to put her in the best hands." "I see. Well, then I can still help you," Solomon says as he starts to poke at his fish, again. "You remember 'Dunking' Duncan? The basketball guy from - uh, high school?" "... Uh, yeah?" "Well, I was still friends with him up until his last year of college. After that, we didn't talk much anymore. I know where he lives, though," he pause to painfully unlodge a fish bone from between his teeth. "He was trying to become a doctor." "That's surprising, but it's pretty good news to us." "Sooo...?" "...? So, what? You expect a kiss on the cheek?" "No, what are we gonna tell Claire?" Solomon looks down as he says that, waving his right hand over the unfinished fishes that are on our plates. "I'm gonna tell her that her cooking really sucks, alright? Now, how are we going to navigate the city?" "We're not. You and Claire will."
"... So, let me get this straight: the guy reached into your pants pocket while you were sleeping, freaking took your phone, somehow got through your password, read our conversations, and now wants you to take Claire to Red-light District City so that his poorly made-up friend, 'Dunking Duncan' (which is, by the way, the stupidest name I've ever heard), can, uh, "help" us?... Let's skip forward because you already know my point. Efficiency is all that it takes to survive, Albert, but it was never as simple as it is now. It's good that you had found Solomon when you did, but now, I've found someone better. Within this safe military compound on the west side of the city, you'll find my contact, Ben. Yep, 'that' Ben. 'Ben 10' from high school. You remember him, right? Alright, no trigger fingers. He's an actual contact to get in. Claire, though, is going to have to be disguised as a boy. The people in there are all bad guys, for your free information. Criminals. Yep, they've really taken over. You'll be fine... I mean, you've still got your tattoos. The gangs inside (well, they're more like a Mafia now, but whatever) are the Bowies, the Dues (your favorite), and the Killicks. Try to make friends. You three (third one's Ben) are going to be a family (cousin, cousin, and uncle). Stay safe. As of now, I've managed to recruit a very experienced doctor to our cause. Soon... we're going to save everyone. ... well, their dignity." DAY 4 "I... don't know how I feel about this..." Claire says. After thanking Solomon, we left to walk the northwestern outskirt of the city. Out here, there are less trouble. But soon, we'll have to go inside the city before we arrive at the military compound. "If he thinks it's necessary, then I think we should try," I say to her. "Hm, and look." I exhale a translucent cloud of breath. "Winter's going to make it easier for you." "... I don't know." Claire suddenly looks away from our conversation, shifting her gaze down as she notes the sun. It wasn't her voice, but something had told me that she's sad about... something that's been missing. It's an atmosphere of loneliness and (actually) it might be because of what happened after when we first met. I realize that we haven't really talked the same way as we did back then, not for the past 2 days. Of course, I would try to start a conversation with her. But then, she wouldn't even try to maintain our discussion. So, what is it, Claire? I ponder to myself. "I think I miss my friends," she says softly, "Oh." It makes sense, Claire was probably alone for a whole week or so before I came to her because Lui was called in for some sort of emergency... and these are the real memories. Those are real memories. These things are real because they exist. While others only make sense when I tell myself to understand. ..... "You know, nature has a funny way of making you be true to yourself," she speaks to me all of the sudden. "Even when things have been... super strange." "Yeah... hey, watch out for the drop." "I think you were thinking about something, too. Weren't you?" "Mhm, I was. And I was real close to a revelation, too... until you started talking." "I bet you were thinking about Solomon -." "Nope." "- and how you love~ him!" Clare says, smiling before covering her mouth and giggling. "Good one. Professional jokester. Real mature." "I'm youthful. That's what you miss." "Nah, I was thinking about how much resources we're gonna lose because we'll have to trade them for diapers," I say to her as I feel Claire with her glow of embarrassment. Actually, her acting like a baby is quite endearing in some sort of way. "That's not fair! I was perfectly fine until I had to go outside!" She says, stomping her feet as we move on. Claire and I walk on past an open backyard and fence and through a cul-de-sac, glad for a change from the uneven ground of the outdoors. We walk to a street that leads downward a hill, which finally ends us up at an intersection. From here, we can start to see (and smell) the chaos that was brought forth once. Whiffs of pee could be smelled from potholes... where there's still some. There are spots on the street where they're covered with semen. So, some people would even go to take advantage at a time like this, huh? Surprisingly, there's a lot of them. "I wonder how long it's going to take for the police departments to get back on their feet?" Claire asks. "I don't think they will. Honestly, the female population is way too important to be sabotaged like this. As a nation, we could be headed for annihilation." "Well, I was hoping I'd feel better after hearing you reassure me, buuut I guess I was wrong." "Okay, well. Let's go shopping, then," I say to her. "Huh?" Looking at Claire, her black (washed) tank top, black leather jacket, and woodland camo pants (also washed) are much too formfitting on a young, ripe female body. Her incredibly proportionate assets make it way too easy to (ahem) assume her gender and, if the plan is to proceed, it's time for her to change. And, there's also her orange ponytail... Hmm, I'm going to have to do something about her hair, too. I lead Claire into a nearby clothing store that I remember shopping in when I was a young adult: Hot. Topic. Sadly, the company had opened at quite a late period of time as I had then moved on to cheaper things (because college). I break through the door and look over to my right -. "Hey, excuse me!" Says a voice from behind the store's counter to the left. I didn't notice it when I first came in, but there's someone standing just right there. A very pretty, dark-haired woman in her early-thirties is looking straight at us. She has a modest body frame: not too tall, short, thick, or thin. She has a curious look on her face, one of questioning and amusement directed at the two strangers standing in front of her door. Her boobs are C cups - for cute - and her top is a black (of course) t-shirt that has a short line of roses on each of her bodacious tatas. Her skin is a healthy tan and her eyes are a beautiful, bombshell blue. And if there is a God, he'd let me see her butt, too -. "Umm, hi," the woman says. "Hello!" I say to her, a little too enthusiastically. "Hi," Claire says. "Are you guys not from the city? I saw you walking down the street." "Yeah." "Yes, we are. Or, aren't. Uh..." "Well, it's good to see that not everyone is gone! I was really worried that it'd be just me and my little brother left in this part of the city. Hey, actually, can we stick with you two? You look like you know what you're doing and... we've been stuck here for so long, ever since the floods! After that, all we could do is scavenge food from the restaurants nearby and the McDonald's across from here. Will you take us somewhere else that's also safe? Please? I promise that's we'll share our food. So, please?" "Alright, alright. Okay." Claire looks at me subtly from the side. "But here's the deal - hold on. Can you bring out your little brother for me?" "Yeah, sure. Evan? You can come out now!" The woman says. The little brother turns out to be only a child. The little kid walks closer between Claire and his older sister, looking up at Claire once, but then turning away as Claire looks in the other direction... to not make eye contact and..... fidget around a little with her....... restless legs and......... feet that tiptoes. Oh, jeez, Claire... I look more carefully towards Claire and, sure enough, she's giving me all the typical signs of when she needs to go potty: the shifting of her weight from foot to foot, the crossed arms that hide her fingers from tugging on her own sleeves, even the very forward leaning that transitions into Claire acting like she's stretching or looking at her boots - all there. "Ah. Hey, there, little guy," I decide that it would be best to get this over with quickly and distract them - the brother and sister - so I could tend to Claire. I crouch down to Evan's level. "How are you doing?" "....." "Well, that's okay," I say to him, standing up. "Umm... I'm sorry, what do I call you?" "Oh! My name is Bella. Sorry!" Bella says to me, smiling as Claire does a twist n' dip from out of her view. "Alright, here's the thing: me and Claire are heading into a (...)" I begin talking about our current plan to enter the compound and blending in with the members of the Due, explaining to them that I have a contact in that specific gang. Since Claire already knows about this, she excuses herself to "browse" the store's clothing for an inconspicuous male outfit as part of the plan (or, more truthfully, finding a place to openly grab herself or pee discretely into her diaper). Finally, Claire walks behind the counter as I finish the breakdown of our plan. "Okay, I think we've got it," Bella says. "Good. Now, get an outfit ready. Me and Claire will be waiting outside." "Alright." "Claire -." Before I could get to her, there's a soft pitter-pattering on the wooden floor of the store. I look over to Claire as she continues to urinate herself. "?" "A-ah, Bella! What are you waiting for? We've got to get a move on!" I say to her. "Oh, r-right!" "Grab something quick and go to the back to get changed!" Just as Bella darts out of view with Evan following her, I rush around the counter... and I see Claire is completely drenched. "Claire, why didn't you ask Bella to let you use her bathroom?" Turns out, Claire wasn't even close to finish as her bladder pulses again, causing her hands to above her belly and her knees to rub together. "I-I've been going little by little d-during our walk, b-but I thought that it would h-hold! Ahhh~." The massive shadow on her crotch grows a new shade and she twitches as she wets herself again. "Hold it in!" "I'm s-still t-t-trying!" Soon, a steamy pool of urine appears on the floor underneath her and rivers of pee that have been pooling up in her boots now spills out to merge with the giant puddle. Her hands desperately tug her shirt down in front as to block my view of her most shameful wet spot. "Claire, take of your pants." "W-w-what?! Right now?!" I reach for her button and begin unbuttoning it, pulling her pants down with a forceful, dirty, and wet *slosh! It smacks against the floor and splashes a bit of wee everywhere. "A-Al? Please, hurry..." Her diaper is thoroughly saturated, bloating like a balloon. Her padding is mostly clear, this time, but a tint of yellow is there. I go to pull the diaper down too, but then... "Hiii! W-wait! There's more c-commminggg!" "Oh, for the love of -!" Claire squats down on her bloated, drenched diaper, entrapping it between her knees and empty crotch as her body twitches again. The pee hits the pad and, because it's so full, bounces off and she basically urinates a whole stream of hot pee onto the knee of my pants. "H-hey! Claire!" "I'm really sorry! Huuu, there's nowhere else for it to -." She suddenly stops... in everything, every motion. Somehow, even though she couldn't before, Claire closes off her bladder. Her urethra squeezes and her face freezes and I, with an indescribable nervousness, look up to see Bella peering at us from the back's tiny hall. "..." ... "... This may sound cliché, but it's not what it looks like."
"No new messages." DAY 4 After the incident, Bella did surprisingly well to comfort Claire while I was picking out an outfit for her to change into. Claire, hot with embarrassment, had asked me to hand her a clean diaper and a towel before walking into one of the store's changing rooms. Bella had insisted on just leaving the puddle there, saying that there's no point if we were to head out soon. I take the time now to look over Bella to make sure she's ready. "Don't worry, it's understandable: Claire's situation, I mean. Things were waaay worse back when the floods first started," she says. "There were seven girls, who were checking out our clothes and trying them on, who suddenly lost their bladder control. Simultaneously! I was stuck working an extra shift because we didn't know that the bombs were dropped and we should be getting the heck out of here." And that reminds me... why isn't Bella affected by the parasites? She might've dodged them for the first couple of days, but she did had to go outside to search for food (according to her). By now, she should be an infected... "Oh, yeah. Claire's a lucky girl - probably had all her immunization shots or something," I say to her. "By the way, what about you? How come you don't look like you're affected by it?" "Huh?" "The air, it contains a special parasite that releases a toxic gas that makes you 'have to go'," I explain. "When it starts to look like it's not effective anymore, the parasites themselves then latch onto you, making you - uh, for lack of a better word, horny." "O-oh, um. Actually, I'm not sure of it myself," Bella says, a bit flustered. She tosses her hair backwards over her shoulders as she looks outside the store's windows (which are also their front walls as massive clear panes). The light has finally managed to reach us, stinging the left corners of my eyes and rising just above Bella's plump lips as I look at her. Her jaws seem soft, but prominent with their oval shape. Her skin seems warm. While we're sitting on a low table, her legs are crossed to compliment themselves as much as possible in their grey, long cargo pants. Her hands, gripping on the edge of the table, allow her arms to lock on their elbows, complimenting her chest region by pushing her breasts forward against her blue padded jacket. Her shoes are a common pair of white sneakers. "... Ponytails." "Hm?" "You and Claire are gonna have to wear a ponytail. I think she might have an extra band or two," I say to her. "Ahh, you're right." Bella has relatively short hair - only coming down to about an inch below the middle of her neck in the form of a bob - so, for her, it would be easy. Claire's, though, is long, messy, and textured (and with its bright color, not very masculine for the deception we need). It would be hard to trick anyone into believing that she's a boy, even with a ponytail. Hmmm... "Oh, she's done. I'm gonna go talk to her about it, then. Okay?" Bella says. "Hold on, lemme go talk to her too." We walk together over to Claire (who's now dressed in an olive jacket with a tan fur hood, a pair of black baggy joggers (with extra room for her diaper), and her original pair of black, combat-like boots). Looking at us, her still flushed face becomes ever redder, maybe out of fear that we might be wanting to talk to her about the accident. "Hey, Claire! Are you feeling any better?" Claire nods for Bella's answer. "Good, because you're too cute to be upset about anything!" Bella says cheerfully and continues on before Claire could retort. "Anyway, do you happen to have an extra scrunchie or a rubber band that I can borrow? Albert thinks we need to wear our hair in, like, a ponytail to avoid suspicion." "Uh, yeah. Here you go." "Actually, you know what? I don't think this is going to work. Your hair's too long," I say to Claire, then turn to Bella. "Do you have any scissors, by any chance?" "No, I'm sorry. Um, but there's a barbershop two blocks from here and I bet they'll do." "Okay. Claire, we're going to have to cut your hair short. Is that alright with you?" "Yeah, I'm fine with it," Claire replies, not too enthusiastically. "Alright. Hey, get your little brother," I say to Bella. "We're heading out, right now." Walking on the street again, the air has gotten quite a bit chillier. Noises of our stepping sound loudly in the open urban. I spot several convenience stores, but also how they're empty. So we move on. Shortly, we arrive at the barber shop and Bella tries to open to door. "It's... locked!" She exclaims. "Let me try." I grab the long metal bar for a handle on the door and put my weight into slamming into it. The resounding shatter of the glass leaves me still with little satisfaction as I continue to push and pull. Finally, the door frame comes loose. I pant, but only a little because I must to wait for Bella to go inside before I could wheeze and butcher silent curses for my old age with poor pronunciations. "Ahem, watch your steps - Cough, there's glass everywhere." "Shh....... did you guys hear that?" Claire says as we all turn to her. Evan nods, tugs on Bella's sleeve, and points towards the small hallway in the back of the shop. As I'm about to motion everyone to stay back, Claire walks ahead of me. "Claire, what are you doing?" I ask. "Come on, you don't really expect whoever's back there to not have heard you break their door?" She says. She's got a point. "Excuse me, is anybody there?" ... "..... Yes, I-I'm back here," a male voice replies. "Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you. Please, stay calm." "W-why are you doing this?" "Oh! We're sorry about your door. We'd thought that there was nobody left in here." "... I-it's okay, I get it." The door in front of Claire opens to a man around my age, most likely older. He has a head of dirty, grey hair and a pair of black, thick-rimmed glasses on his face. He's wearing a forest green button-up with blue jeans and a pair of burgundy boots. With his nervous demeanor, the man looks like he hadn't had contact with anyone else for weeks. "Do you guys need anything?" The man asks. "Um, well. We were looking for scissors," Claire responds. "Oh, cool. I-I mean, easy - I, err. Mm," he says as his stomach growls. Listening to his stomach, he quickly looks like he haven't eaten anything for days. He also seems like a victim to being trapped within his workplace, just like Bella. I feel a bit bad for him, especially since I didn't do him any favor by breaking his door. Maybe I should give him some food...? "Hey, man. You're good. We're just... she just wants to get her hair cut a little. Can you do that? In exchange, I'll give you a pack of Ritz - crackers," I say to him. "R-really? Just a haircut? That's all?" "Yeah." "A-actually... I can't. I've taken apart all my scissors to make them into a trap so that those... things can't get to me again," he says, visibly shaken. "It's not finished." Goddamn it, you've got to be kidding me... "What things are you talking about?" Bella asks. "The infected, they... assaulted me. It was so nauseating! So r-revolting! Young, nasty women peeing themselves! And they pulled me out on the streets to do it on me!" "O-oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Bella says, oddly blushing. Hm? That's what happened when she saw me trying to change Claire earlier before disappearing and reappearing some minutes later. "Well, what do we do now?" Claire asks. I scan the store for a solution. Several combs, hair dryers, and other items are missing, but not the hair sprays or gel. Surprisingly, everything else is pretty neat and clean. I spot a picture of some past famous people (I think) who once got their hair cut here. This is going to be a tough one to pull off at the compound... "What do you think, Al?" Claire asks me. "Claire, how do you feel about going emo?" "... What?" "What if we dye your hair and then you put on some dark makeup? Right? It's a brilliant plan!" "..." "I can do t-that!" Says the man. "sigh, alright. How long is this gonna take?" Claire asks. "A few short hours." "H-hours?!" "Yes. With the preparation, bleaching, dying, and drying - although you could be on your journey while you do that last one - we're going to need approximately 2 to 3 hours." Looking at Claire, I know from experience that her stance with her hands on her hips and her fingers digging into her pants and/or pockets usually means that she's going to have to go soon, with bladder failure in 30 minutes max. I look back at the small hallway in the back of the shop, there might be a bathroom through the door. "Oh, that's no good. Claire might wet her diaper if it gets that long," Bella says (teasingly?), causing Claire to go wide-eyed and blushing furiously. "H-hey!!!" "O-oops! I'm so sorry!" Somehow, that didn't sound like it was an accident... "But, Claire, I really think that you should go outside, before you get started," she says. "Actually, can't she use your toilet?" I ask the man. "Oh, of course. The dying can only be done with zero interruptions. Please, come with me." With that, the man leads a seemingly normal Claire to the bathroom. "Huuuuu..." Did Bella just whines behind me? No, I must be imagining things. After the sound of a flush, Claire comes out with minimal changes to her attitude before the man invites her to sit down on one of the work chairs. I spend the time trying to strike a conversation with Bella, but she seems a little reluctant. Then, I catch a glimpse of her eyes and run her gaze to Claire's crotch and bottom on the chair. Is she really worried about Claire, or is there something else that I'm missing? 2 HOURS LATER After 2 hours (that I spent getting to know Evan and Remington - barber guy), I suddenly notice something. "Excuse me! Please, try not to move. There are still areas that I need to apply the paste to and, if you move too much, it'll fall off!" Remington says. "S-sorry," Claire replies, slinking lower into her seat. She seems to be needing to go again, just like last time and maybe just about as much. Her hands (under the cover of the thin, linen barber blanket) can be seen occasionally twitching. Her feet can also be seen occasionally pointing together. Bella seems to be truly interested in all of that. 25 MINUTES LATER Claire is clearing fidgeting in her seat, her legs bobbing up and down every two seconds. A squeaking from the chair can even be heard as she tries to get in a shimmy every time Remington looks away. Her chest heaves rather clearly as her hands are now lost in their own business near her nether region. Her ankles would top one another while her knees keep a constant bend inwards. She looks to be staring at her lower self in the mirror that's in front of her. "Alright, aaand we are done," Remington says. "H-huh? Really?" Claire says with a glint of hope in her eyes as she raises them to look at her new hair. "Yup. Now, we'll move on to the washing." "O-oh, n-no," Claire whispers just enough for herself to hear... and me, and probably Bella. Moving Claire from her current seat to a chair with a sink by its lowered head, I could see her bending her fists at the wrists and taking baby steps as her diaper crinkles openly past us. "Hurry! You'll spill non-dried paste all over my floor!" Remington says with a slightly more commanding tone, shocking Claire to hurry into her new seat. Laying down without the sheet of linen, her whole body is exposed to squirm in front of anybody who watches. While Remington is getting ready, her hands creep to interlock their fingers over her diaper. Then, the water is turned on and Claire immediately tries to plunge her hands into her protection, but is stopped by the unforgiving crotch of her joggers. Still, she just keep trying. The sloshing of the water makes her knees bend more than one at a time. Finally, she stops. Creak. ... Just as the sink stops. In the silence comes a hissing from Claire's womanhood, loud and clear. She suddenly turns her body and doubles over on her side as she looks at me, mortified. *Pissssss. This has been happening way too much lately, I have to do something. "Hey, Claire," I say to her, giving her a thumbs up. "I like the new look! The new hair color really suits you." She questions me with her eyes, but she tries to act natural again. It's as if I'd given her hope that no one had heard her use her diaper. "Yeah, totally! It's starting to look really nice," Bella joins in. And Claire continues to pee, staring straight up at the ceiling to relax herself. "Guys... please don't tease me." 30 MINUTES LATER "Okay, you're good to go now," Remington says. Claire sits up on the seat and, turning around to walk towards us, she spies her new self. ... With dark red hair. What's happening, guys? What do you think about the new hair color (which will not be permanent because my dude Remington mixed some magic oatmeal up in that paste) and the direction that the story's headed? There's a real big secret coming up that been hinted at in the previous chapter so try to guess what it is. And thanks for reading!
"No new messages." DAY 4 The sky turns to a midnight blue as we make our way to the military compound. The new world brings with it a somber atmosphere, fitting for the change to colder air. The fortification that's 700 feet before us shows a tall precast boundary wall on the front. A wooden tower stands behind by one grate-like metal gate and a guard is posted on it with a searchlight, scanning the area a little ways ahead of us. There's a second front gate that seems like it's meant for vehicles. Without looking for further details on the outside, we move to get into view. "Claire. Bella. Put your masks on, now," I say to them nodding. The half masks I had prepared for the girls were made from two black turtlenecks back from the store and are meant to keep some of their facial features hidden. They cover the top of their noses down to the midsection of their necks. Claire's makeup goes well with hers. She's got on over-the-top eyeshadows that looks like black face paint and a black casquette cap for boys. Bella, on the other hand, is wearing no makeup at all. "Alright, now put up your hands." Again, they nod and do so. I lift up mine as well - Evan too. "Hey! Who's there?!" The guard asks, shining his light on us. "Friends and family! We've come for a Ben!" I say to him. "What?!" "A Ben! Ben!" The guard suddenly raises his gun towards us and I could hear an "eep!" coming from Claire. "State your business!" He says. Let's hope this still works... I remove the left sleeve of my long-sleeves to reveal a hand, flipped on its palm, reaching for my left hand tattooed onto me. It is a woman's hand. I could feel everyone's gaze on me. "What is that?" "'The Hand That Seeks Your Payments'," I say to him. The guy squints his eyes to get a better look at my tattoo, lowering his gun after he decides that it checks out. "Alright, we'll let you right in. I'll have someone take y'all to Ben." Opening the door, he shakes my hand and gives a few quick nods over to Claire, Bella, and Evan before calling out to a guy from one of three sizable Army tents diagonally to our left, sending him running further down the road that we were walking on. "I'm Henry, by the way." I nod my head once. "Albert. This is my son, Clarence. My brother, Barney. And my nephew, Evan." "So, you guys looking to stay here or something?" "We might. This compound needs work?" I asks him, patting the tool kit in my backpack to some rattling. He chuckles. "Glad to hear another so conscientious," he says, pulling out a cigarette. "I think we just might." "Then we might as well stay." Before long, the runner guy comes back with someone who should be Ben, our contact. He looks to be in his early twenties. The kid has a black or dark brown military buzz cut and a clean stubble to add on to his 5 months old recruit body, that is, still not too defined and dirty (from my experience, at least). He's wearing a grey t-shirt and brown work pants. His boots are a scruffy kind, but were made to look even more worn out probably by a lot of movements. "Ha! Uncle Al, you old scrapper! Long time no see!" He says. So, we're putting on a show, huh? "Yeah, kid. How are you doing?" I reply. "I'm pretty good. Hey, it looks like everybody's here..." Ben's smile slowly fades as he counts up how many of us there are. "I don't think you've ever met any of your cousins or other uncles. Right, Ben?" "Yeah, now that you've mentioned it." "Well, this is your uncle, Barney. Your cousin, Clarence. And, also your cousin, Evan." "Ah. Well, it's nice to finally meet you guys. Here, walk with me. I'll show you to your tent," he says. "You are going to stay, right?" "That is the intention." Without any visual cues of suspicion from Henry, we make the walk to our tent. It lies as the final one in a line of three going from west to east on the south side of the compound. The road opens massively to the left, leading slightly downhill to a small, closed hangar. Entering our tent, Ben turns to me and hands me a folder. "Those are maps around the compound, should you ever get lost," he says briefly. "I'm done here. We'll talk again if there's a problem. Welcome to your new home." He leaves. Perhaps it's the events of today, but Claire immediately goes to a bed without saying anything, laying down and moaning into her pillow. "Well, I guess Claire's done for today," I say and, to confirm it, Claire starts kicking off her boots and stripping down to her dark green bikini bra and her black joggers before she curls up under her blanket. Within the military-style tent (emphasis on the style) are six beds in total. Since Claire's decidedly passed out on the one in the middle to the west wall (because they're laid out in threes on each wall with the foot of each bed pointing towards the centerline), I go to the diagonally opposite bed on the southeastern wall. Bella lets Evan pick his bed, which is the one that's directly opposite of Claire's choice, before she goes to sit down on the bed that's next to him. "I think I'm about ready to turn in, too," she says. "It has been an exciting first day," I say to her, referring to how long (or how short) we've known each other for. "Haha, that's very true." "I'm actually feeling pretty excited. This place may seems like a jungle, but at least we're talking about one ruled by sane people." "Sane criminals." "They're fine. I feel like there's a real incentive for them to keep order with their own kind." "Mhm, yeah. I think you're right." I finish unburdening myself and head to the south exit of the tent. "Hey, where are you going?" Bella asks me. "Hm? Just gonna check out the place, study it. It'll come in handy by tomorrow morning. I'll be back soon," I smile reassuringly. She smiles back at me. That was a moment. That was definitely a moment. I turn outside to boyishly grin as I think about that smile for a while longer... Claire's PoV. Shift. Fidget. Squirms. ... I can't sleep like this. I have to pee, but I don't wanna go in my diaper. It'd get squishy and uncomfortable. Not to mention to smell. I mean, for a second, it'd be nice. It'd be like my own little pool of warmth around my crotch and.... Sigh, fuck it. I'm getting up. I sit up to find that my bladder is already fuller than I had expected, causing me to jam both of my hands down past the waistband of my joggers (because there's too much material in the front). I touch and find my instrument of humiliation and can't help but blush a little bit as I press my hands into it, making a rather resounding crinkly sound. J-jeez, that was loud. I have to be more careful going about this. I scan the room absentmindedly before realizing that I really need to find a toilet. I groggily step out of my bed, but, as my bare right foot touch the wickedly cold ground... SHIVER. "Hiii!" I squealed. A bit of pee leaks past my hold and slides down the hot front of my vagina, making me twitch. O-ohwaaahhh, that felt goood. I bit my lips before realizing what I'm doing and wiping the embarrassing look off my face. Searching the room once again, I spot a couple of orange buckets that could be used for my desperate... 'private need'. Yes! C'mon, I can make it. I tiptoe across the ground, wincing every time I leak into my already used once today diaper. I really should've changed, but I'm worried that I might run out of 'protection' soon. Al would find a way, though, I'm sure of it. How? I don't know, but the more that I think about it, the more unrealistic it seems for me to put Al on the spot like that after everything else he'd done for me. N-no, there'll be a way. We'll find it together. I finally reach the buckets. Picking one up, I decide to head out when suddenly... "Hmm? Claire, what are you doing" "Hyah!" My shriek rings in my ear like a baby's. I could feel my face flush as I turn to see Bella sitting up on her bed now, her gaze curiously looming over my trembling body. ... "..." "..." "Okay, Claire. I know what this is about," she says. "W-what do you mean? Look, I saw a spider and thought that it crawled under here. I just don't like spiders, okay?!" I say to her, shaking around my bucket of evidence. Why can't I tell her that I JUST REALLY HAVE TO PEE?? "No, Claire. No. You're not up because of a spider." Bella gets up to walk to me now, her hands reaching out to touch my bare stomach before I could react to them properly. SHIVER. "HIII! WHAT Are you -." She shushes me with a finger to her lips, those that are dangerously close to mine. Her eyes cut me off with a single stare. "This is on you, don't wake my little brother up. This turns you on, doesn't it? Holding in your pee until you can't hold it in anymore and you wet yourself like a little toddler. Is it the humility that excites you? Are you some sort of sick weirdo? At least my brother tells me when he needs to use the potty," she says to me and moves down inside my pants to rub my diaper slowly but forcefully. "N-no, stop it. P-please, Al could r-return!" I beg her. "Oh? Is the big baby afraid of Al? Or is she getting turned on by the fact that she could be discovered at any moment enjoying herself by her daddy's friend?" "Ahh~! Wait! Mmm~ how'd you know that?" "Silence!" Bella squeezes my diaper HARD and the sharp pain causes me to bend over on her arms and bury my face in her chest by accident. "H-hiaaahhhhh~~" I moan, systematically losing control for a couple seconds. "Oh, my. Could you seriously not control your bladder in front of me? How pathetic. You might just be liking this enough for me to think that you have a fetish for it! Alright, you little baby. I guess you should do what I say. If you don't hold still and let me check your diaper for a change, I'll tell your big, protective Al that little miss potty-pants here loves to wet in her diaper. Because that's what you'd loved to do right now. Isn't it, Claire? You'd love to urinate in your diaper. Wiz. Micturate. Pee-pee where people can see. Tinkle and let it trickle down your legs like goosebumps on your spine as you humiliate yourself to the absolute degree. And -." I couldn't take it anymore. My bladder goes numb as the dam breaks, my pee splashing against her hands and spraying onto our bodies. A great torrent of something foul runs past my skin as I could feel my diaper leaking. Bella's hands suddenly go to push me back on my bed, dampening the sheets with my pee. She then pushes her whole body against me and on top of mine, putting the pressure especially on my wee balloon through my pants. She kisses me. Then, everything goes dark. ... "Hey, Claire. Wake up," a voice says. "M-mhm... huh?" It was Al. Come on, just let me sleep, Al. "Claire, you've totally soaked the bed. Wake up! We have to clean it." With that, my brain peels my eyes open as I witness the aftermath of a linen massacre. The bed is completely saturated in urine and is cold and clammy. I throw the sheets back to bear the consequence of the destructive force of my bladder. I nearly want to cry. "It's okay, Claire. I'll help you clean it. You just have to remember to use the bathroom before you go to sleep," Al says. Albert's PoV. In an odd move, I put my hand on Claire's head and pat it. "It's okay, you don't have to feel bad about," I say to her. Claire's eyes suddenly get a little bit teary. "I-I, hicc, I don't remember what happened. *Sniff." "It's fine. Let's get you changed." "It was... like a dream." Edited September 17, 2017 by DaCoolCat (see edit history)
"Bella... from high school? Nope, I'm taking the joke too far now, huh? Alright, I've got some news. I'm currently escorting the good doctor over to my bunker, but it'll take about another day or so. On our way, though, we saw a couple of things that you'll need to look out for if you're going outside: the military is puffing its chest out and sending in convoys to try to relocate the infected and that's no bueno, especially since they can't even tell a non-infected from a level 3; there's a level 3 version of the infected, these girls are now basically nonhumans as they can go for days without food and/or water and still be running after a guy and his doctor for over two fucking miles, but they can be stopped (logically speaking and also, I don't know what other superpowers they may have so be extremely careful); and there's a fair number of people still stuck in their homes so if you want to be a nice guy and help them out, take them into the compound. For today, I think you should make a good impression by working with the guys in there. Look out for Claire and keep an eye on that Bella. I don't count on her being immune." DAY 5 The morning rains down with a cold air as the tarp blubbers tirelessly around my ears with the sound. My fingers feel numb despite the effort I put into their grip on the metal bar. The material that it holds is all I need from the loot tent for now. I remove the strings and pole of the smaller tent with my bowie knife as I manage to earn Evan's full attention. It seems like he's ready to go. "Alright, we're done here," I say to him. "What do you need the tent for?" He asks me. "Ah. Well, I don't know if your sister's told you, but Claire does get affected by the parasites. This waterproof stuff is, and don't laugh, to cover her bed for when she goes to sleep at night." He keeps silent: a mature response. I walk us back to our tent and layout Claire's 'insurance' before going to meet with Ben for some work. Hopefully, she won't be too shocked by her new mattress protector when she and Bella come back from the dining tent. I leave most of my things here so that Evan can watch over them while he plays with the new toys he'd found. Bzzt. My phone vibrates with a new message. "Albert, come to the generators. We could use your help." With that, I head out. Claire's PoV. I cut through the Spam with my plastic spoon absentmindedly as I struggle to remember the details of my dream last night. So far, I can only see myself waking in the middle of pitch-darkness before waking up again to a small beach ball of a soggy diaper. Ugh, how come I remember that part so well? Bella might have been there. I could faintly recite her calling my name: Claire... Claire..... Claire? "Psst, Claire!" I snap back to reality as my bent spoon flings a bit of mystery meat at the table next to us. Luckily, no one is there. I look up at Bella from across our small plastic table and notice that she's wearing the same outfit that she wore yesterday, which is the same deal as me (except for a change in diaper). "Y-yeah? What is it?" I reply. "Are you okay? You're looking kind of pale. Is something wrong?" "Nah, I'm just... supposed to look like an emo, right?" Right, maybe that's why nobody's sitting anywhere close to us. It is the perfect disguise, after all. "Hm. Yeah, I'm sure. Look, you don't have to worry about this morning, okay? I'll help you out any time." My cheeks flush at her comment and the flashback (as if on cue) goes to that damp feeling between my legs, that smell of confirmation, and that stiffness in my bladder as I held off on completing my natural duty to allow for the cleaning of my bed sheet and flipping of my mattress. W-why do you have to bring it up?! "Seriously, I-I'm fine!" I say to her. "Well, I'm serious too! Claire, I know you don't mean to ignore your problems until the very last second, but Al has told me quite enough. I'm taking care of you whenever he's away from now on and I don't want any more wettings, understand?" I could feel my dignity rapidly sinking like a boat in a rogue wave of embarrassment. The rain's not making it any easier for me to make a stand, either (literally, because I'd be dancing on the spot like a preschooler who drank too much juice if I do). But I can't let her win or she'll never stop babying me! I have to hold it until I can excuse myself to go pee! "You have to pee, don't you?" She says all of the sudden. My pee hole quivers in response, causing a quick but humiliating leak to dampen my diaper. Red with a mixture of anger and shame, I cross my legs as much as I can with my black joggers, causing me to fidget around for a bit until Bella grabs my right wrist to yank me out of my plastic chair. "W-wait. Hold on, B-Bella?" Try as I might, I couldn't contest with her oddly powerful grasp as she brings me to our tent while goosebumps form on my skin from the cold. Upon my release, I immediately hold myself with each hand on the opposite side of my hips, bending my knees to a low crouch as this all too familiar feeling pangs in my lower belly. "B-Bella, I-I have to pee! That's what you want to hear, r-right?! I'm not f-fine! I'm about to wet myself!" "No, you're not." She pulls down my pants, ripping the waistband from my grip. She then pushes me down on her bed and removes my diaper. "What are y-you doing?! Ngghhh!" I groan with the pressure continuing to mount. "I'll pee my pants!" "Claire, it's time to shed the sugarcoating. You're going outside to go to the bathroom before you wet yourself without your diaper." I look at Bella, mortified. "Hey, this is gonna help you... just like it helped me. I had to hold it in a lot more than you think. You've got this, Claire. I believe in you!" With a push, she sends me outside to dance in the rain. I wobble awkwardly to the side of the tent, rubbing my legs and blushing harder with the added effects from going commando. Though, I suppose I could just wee my pants here and now. The rain would disguise any wet spot and it would be so very warm... N-no! Terrible idea! I gotta find a place to pee that's not in my pants! But there are no bathrooms on the maps. The only relief that one could find here (besides in a diaper or out in the open) is in a bucket and that chance is gone. I should just accept the fact that I've lost and let it go... W-wait! What about the u-urine recycling systems place? It must have a b-bucket too... But how would it work? I realize that there's no way that I could figure it out in time as I slowly start to relax my -. H-hold on! If I could just get there, I may have a chance! B-besides, maybe Bella is really trying to h-help me. Maybe holding it b-beyond my normal l-limit will help me fight the parasites! Spasming strongly, a stream shoots out for five blissful seconds before I could stop myself. My legs tickle as the beads of pee roll down on them. It seems that there's only one outcome, yet somehow I move towards the wee-wee tent. DON'T THINK ABOUT PEE!! STOP THINKING ABOUT PEE!!! I carry myself to the tent with an arched back and a crouched run and nearly trips over when I stop myself. The circular tent in front of me is so close, I could practically smell the -. A-alright! Time to go inside! "Huh?" I move up my gaze to find Ben standing in front of me with two buckets full of fresh water by his sides, threatening to spill as they sway slightly with his steps. "Ahh - umm, uh," I blunder, unable to cut away from the sight of sloshing liquid in their containers. "What? Do you need help? Are you sick or something," he asks me, putting his buckets down with a decisive thump and sending a wave of clear, drinking water crashing down on the gravel ground. And that was all she wrote. With a blank look on my face, I drop down to my spread thighs and, instantly, a torrent of warm urine pools in my pants for seconds until it soaks through, streaming through the tiny rocks on the floor. I face my darkening crotch as it does not swell this time without my diaper. Instead, it sprays everywhere inside the crotch of my pants messily. I stare at it some more in a silence accompanied by only rain water and my water, though, I could swear mine's louder. The sound is deafening in another's presence, no matter where you are. I rack my brain for an excuse. "... Oh, here," he says as he picks me up from under my armpits. My legs feel weak. My head feels dizzy. I try to faint, to just wake up somewhere away from it all, but I can't. It's extra embarrassing when the person who sees you fail is also around your age and a cute guy. "It's okay, Albert's told me about your secrets. Let's get you back to your tent." ... Is there nobody Al haven't told my potty habits to? *Albert's PoV. Walking back to my tent, I spot Evan playing outside. That's weird. I wonder why he's... I approach him. "Hey, man. What's going on? Why are you outside?" I asks. He shakes his head. "Girls are weird."
Happy start of the semester, for all of you whose lives still revolve around education! I'm two weeks into my semester, which means procrastinating :) Enjoy this latest one-shot! I swear, I have an idea for another chaptered story, but first, I have to line up enough consecutive free weekends to get it done. PS - For the uninitiated, "euchre" is pronounced "you-ker" (yeah, I know) * “Thank for dinner, Mrs. Eckstrom,” Brad said genuinely as he took his plate to the kitchen sink. “Yeah, thank, Aunt Brigid,” Keith agreed, following his teammate. “You’re welcome, boys,” Brigid responded, reaching out to take Brad’s plate from him. “Can we help with the dishes?” Brad asked, making Brigid smile. “No need for that, honey, but thank you,” Brigid said. “But I’ll be sure to tell your mom you offered at the game tomorrow.” The game Brigid referred to was the first in Brad and Keith’s summer lacrosse tournament. Her nephew and his teammate lived a couple of states over, so they had bussed in with the rest of their team a day early. The small town that hosted the tournament every year reveled in the influx of teenage boys and their families, setting up temporary farmers’ markets and opening their homes to players from teams who couldn’t afford to pay for hotels. Brigid and her husband Terry lived several miles out of town, where the houses were even further apart and the only noises at night were those of nature, but Keith was her brother’s youngest son, so she had eagerly agreed to let him and one of his teammates stay in her spare bedrooms during the tournament. Brigid’s own three children were grown, so their old rooms were almost always open to guests. “So what time is your game tomorrow?” Brigid asked the boys after finishing the dishes. “We don’t play until noon, so we have to be at the field by eleven,” Keith explained. “Oh, so I don’t have to put you to bed too soon,” Brigid teased her nephew, grinning. Keith beamed in response. “I’m pretty sure that means we have time to teach Brad how to play euchre!” Brad smiled bashfully as Mr. and Mrs. Eckstrom enthusiastically agreed. As soon as he found out that Brad would be staying with him, Keith had raved about the possibility of teaching his teammate the classic Midwestern card game. The teams – the teammates versus the spouses, obviously – arranged themselves around the table, chatting excitedly. Well, Keith, Brigid, and Terry chatted excitedly. Brad was an extraordinarily quiet and thoughtful adolescent. As opposed to Keith, who was the youngest of five and came from a family of big families, Brad was an only child of two introverted parents. He was neither awkward nor unfriendly, but he was soft-spoken and diligent. His focus made him an excellent goalie, and his quiet manners made him an excellent houseguest. Of course, Brad and Keith had been friends and teammates for years, so Brad was considerably more relaxed and chatty than he might have been with another host family. Brad, being the kind of person he was, had studied up on euchre, so he and Keith made the game competitive pretty quickly. They played for over an hour and a half, laughing, teasing, and snacking on cheese and crackers and Brigid’s homemade berry sun tea. Finally, around ten PM, Brigid called a halt to the festivities, wanting to give the boys plenty of time to rest. She led the teens upstairs, directing them each to an empty bedroom. Brad thanked her as he took his pajamas and toothbrush to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He changed quickly and brushed his teeth, saying good night to Keith as he headed back to his assigned room. Keith grinned, knowing how seriously his friend took bed time. Brigid stopped by Brad’s room as he set his folded clothes back in his travel suitcase and sat down on the bed. “Do you need anything, honey?” “No, thank you,” Brad responded politely. “Everything looks great.” Brigid smiled appreciatively. “OK. Well, you can just text Keith if you think of anything. He knows his way around the house pretty well.” “Oh, I don’t take my phone into my room at night,” Brad explained, bashfulness undercutting the seriousness of his belief. “The blue light can disturb your Circadian rhythm, so mine’s downstairs with my game bag.” Brigid stopped herself from laughing. He was factually right, after all, even if she’d never met a teen (or many adults, for that matter) who would willingly part with their phones. “Alright, then,” Brigid said in a quieter tone, backing out of the room. “Sleep well, hon.” And she shut the door. And Brad gasped. Because it was dark in the room. Truly dark. The kind of dark that’s only really possible far from cities and towns, where there are not only no lights in the room, but no street lights or lights on the outside of the house to alleviate the total blackness. Just dark. Brad’s heart was already beating a painful staccato. He squeezed his eyes shut and curled to the side, trying to diminish the painful clench in his stomach, borne of both fear and shame. No 16-year-old should be afraid of the dark. But afraid, Brad was. No – terrified. Brad had always been scared of the dark as a child, to the extent that he would scream endlessly if his room was too dark. His parents took him to therapists, and his fear seemed to diminish with age, but really, Brad and his family had just gotten better at managing it. They didn’t live in the country, and Brad was an only child, so there were plenty of ways to make sure he was never surrounded by darkness – night lights, hallway lights, open doors, and, when he got older, cell phones and other electronics. The Mitchell household was never truly dark, so Brad never really had to cope with his terror. Until now. And now, Brad was shaking. He could feel his heart beating wildly as he clutched the blankets around him. He tried to breathe slowly. It’s OK, he thought forcefully. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Everything’s OK. Brad kept his eyes sealed tightly shut. If he just kept his eyes closed, he could pretend that things would actually look different if they were open. And besides, he was pretty tired, so if he just kept his eyes shut, he’d eventually fall asleep, right? Brad was mostly right. The thing with terror is that it’s repetitive, and when you’re tired already, repetitive thoughts can lull the brain to sleep. Between his exhaustion from travel, his mental chants, and his refusal to move, Brad fell asleep much faster than he would have imagined. * Brad’s eyes crept open. Or did they? Why couldn’t he see? Where was he? It took less than a second for Brad to start to panic. The darkness seemed to press around him with a fierce physicality, and he found himself taking great, gulping breaths. In the next instant, Brad simultaneously figured out where he was and why he’d woken up. He was in a guest bedroom at Keith’s aunt’s house. And he had to pee. Like, really had to pee. Bad enough that he had to thrust his hand between his legs to ease the immediate desperation. Brad let out a low whine. Obviously, he’d gone to the bathroom before bed, but he’d drunk more than usual while playing cards with Keith and the Eckstroms. Now, he had no idea what time it was – it was still oppressively dark and quiet – and he knew he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. He closed his eyes again, trying to calm himself, but not having much luck. It was just as dark now as it was when he’d fallen asleep, and he was caught between two opposing, yet equally pressing realities. He desperately needed to urinate. And he was too scared to move. Brad felt his closed eyes fill with tears. His mind was racing as he tried to mentally talk himself out of his irrational psyhchoparalysis. Just move, he begged himself silently. It’s just a few feet to the door. There’ll be light in the hallway. It’ll be fine. But he couldn’t make himself move. The prospect of standing and walking across the floor that he couldn’t even see left him petrified. This time, the repetitive thoughts weren’t relaxing, not that his swollen bladder would have let him get back to sleep, anyway. He just kept silently fighting with himself, mentally insisting that it wasn’t that hard to just stand up, while every muscle in his body refused to respond. After several minutes, his desperation worsening, Brad’s anger finally outpaced his fear just enough to force his eyes open. It was a terrible decision. The room was still entirely black, and Brad’s panic went into overdrive. Visually confirming just how little there was to see amped up his terror so badly that he felt the crotch of his flannel pajama pants dampen suddenly under his relentless clutch. The fear-catalyzed loss of control completely silenced any rational part of Brad’s brain, and he started to sob. The terror was a parasite, taking over every fiber of his body, both mental and physical. He couldn’t move other than to keep his hand grasped tightly between his legs, and he could no longer maintain a logical train of thought. The fear of the complete darkness was consuming as he cried, curled up on the bed. He was utterly helpless, crying and nearly hyperventilating. Brad didn’t hear the door open over his emotional cacophony, but the dim light from the hallway poured over him like air filling a vacuum. He gasped as his eyes flew open, slowly focusing on the silhouette outlined against the faint but permeating light from the half-open door. His senses didn’t all come back at once. The light had ignited his sight first, which unfroze his muscles. He was in the process of sitting up and blinking (still unconsciously but necessarily holding himself) when he started to hear things, like finding a station through the static on an old dial radio. “…-ppened? Brad? Honey, are you OK?” Brigid was slowly but steadily making her way over to the teen. She’d given birth to her first child over 27 years ago, and had never lost that miraculous mother’s ability to hear a crying child, even when she was asleep. Although it had taken her a second to figure out where the sound was coming from – hosting two 16-year-old boys didn’t offer as many explanations for nighttime crying as an infant did – but she’d crept out of bed to find out what was wrong. She’d listened at Brad’s door for only a second, calling his name softly, before deciding to open the door. The hallway night light wasn’t strong, but it was enough to illuminate the figure of the teen curled up in bed, weeping. “Brad?” Brigid repeated as she approached the bed. “Honey, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” Brad could feel the visceral terror melting away, as if the light was actually burning it from the room, but every ounce of mental and emotional space that was evacuated by terror was instantly replaced by shame. He was still shaking – panic attacks don’t let go that easily – and unable to verbally respond to Mrs. Eckstrom. His sobs had diminished into whimpers, and his breathing was slowly starting to even out, but a more pressing need remained. He still had to pee terribly. The fabric of his pants was wet in his grasp, though he could no longer tell if he’d leaked anymore, or if it was sweat from his clenched hand. The mattress shifted as Brigid sat next to him, gently rubbing his arm. “Brad? Honey, can you talk?” She hadn’t noticed his need yet; the shadows of the room were enough to keep her focused on the sound of his cries. Brad had regained just enough of his faculties to shake his head in response to Brigid’s question. He knew He needed to get up now, or else the mattress was going to end up soaked, but he was still trembling too badly to stand on his own. Another pulse rippled through Brad’s lower abdomen, sending a new spurt of warm liquid into his already-wet crotch. He moaned and bent forward, trying to use the weight of his entire upper body to press his hand more forcefully around his dick. Brigid, meanwhile, finally raised her eyebrows in recognition. “OK, honey, let’s get you to the bathroom, OK? It’s just across the hall.” She reached for his elbow, having quickly deduced that the boy wasn’t likely to move on his own. With her other hand on his back, she slowly guided Brad to his feet, though he remained bent forward slightly, both of his hands now at his crotch. Standing was both relieving and intensifying for Brad. He was so grateful to finally be moving in the right direction, literally, but changing position had put more pressure on his fraught body, and he felt a hot leak trickle down the inside of his thigh. He clenched his teeth together, determined to make it the few more feet to the bathroom. Stepping into the hallway felt like stepping from a cave into the sunshine. It was only lit by two night lights, one at either end, but to Brad, it was miraculous. Every second spent out of the dark calmed him a bit further, pulling him from the clutches of panic. Yes, his pajamas had a wet patch, but he could see the bathroom, so he felt better than he had since Brigid had first shut the door hours ago. Brigid turned her guest into the bathroom, reaching over to flip on the light and quickly adjusting the dimmer switch to a reasonable level for that hour of night. Upon seeing the toilet, Brad started to draw in a grateful breath – he’d made it. But before he’d even filled his lungs, he froze, feeling unmistakable heat spread down his thighs. He was peeing on himself. Brad’s breath hitched in his throat as he stood, rooted to the spot next to the sink. He hadn’t felt his body give out – one moment he wasn’t peeing, and the next he was, as if there was a skip in a movie scene. “Br-“ Brigid didn’t even make it one syllable before figuring out why the teen had stopped. She sighed sympathetically, but kept her hand on Brad’s arm. She didn’t want him to think she was shocked or disgusted and upset him further. Warm urine rapidly soaked through Brad’s thin pajama pants. Rivulets streamed down both of his thighs, and he could hear liquid dripping onto the tile floor. He felt hollow, as if there was a black hole in his stomach, sucking all matter inward until there was nothing left. This was the worst thing that could happen. Not only had he freaked out and woken up Mrs. Eckstrom, but now he was going to the bathroom on her floor. And he couldn’t even blame it on the panic attack. If he’d wet the bed in his sleep, or lost control while he was hyperventilating, that would have sucked, but at least it would have been excusable. Now, he was just a 16-year-old boy, totally awake and sane, having an accident two feet from a toilet. Brad wanted to scream. He wanted to collapse. He wanted to curled up on the ground and cry. He wanted to bolt out the door and run all the way back to his hometown. Instead, he just kept standing, one hand rested on the vanity, peeing down the front of himself. Time always stretches out during humiliating moments; Brad felt like he was wetting forever, when it was probably only 20 seconds or so. Which, to be fair, is a pretty long time to pee, but definitely not the hours that it felt like to Brad. “It’s OK, honey,” Brigid murmured when the trickling sounds stopped. “You can just clean yourself up – the towels and washcloths are in the cupboard – and I’ll just go get you some new pajamas. OK?” Brad nodded his assent, grateful that Mrs. Eckstrom was being both pragmatic and quiet. He couldn’t bring himself to talk yet, so he was glad to have a plan, of sorts. While Brigid snuck off to find an appropriate pair of sweatpants, Brad set about cleaning up the humiliatingly large puddle on the floor. He hated the idea of soiling the Eckstrom’s towels, but he knew they’d have to do laundry, anyway, and his sodden pants weren’t going to be of much use sopping up his accident. The floor cleaned (or at least dry), Brad cautiously shut the door and stripped off his drenched pants and underwear, cringing at the sensation. He decided against taking a full shower; he didn’t know how loud the pipes would be, and he had no desire to wake Keith or Mr. Eckstrom. Instead, he soaped up a washcloth in the sink and ran it over his lower body, trying to scrub away the feeling of filth. Just as he finished drying himself, he heard a gentle knock at the door. He wrapped the towel around his waist and turned the knob. “Here,” Brigid said simply, handing him one of her son’s old pair of sweatpants. Brad managed to whisper “Thanks,” his first words since falling asleep. He shut the door and slipped on the pants, then gathered all of the soiled clothes and towels. Brigid was waiting for him when he opened the door. She reached past him and flipped off the still-dimmed bathroom light. “The laundry chute is just this way,” she gestured down the hall. “I’ll run the wash in the morning.” Brad nodded as he followed her to the indicated chute and quietly shoved the pile of cloth past the flap. But then he froze, his stomach already clenching. “OK, sweetheart,” Brigid said encouragingly. “Let’s get you back to bed.” Brad flinched visibly. Even the thought of returning to the pitch-black room elevated his heart rate. Brigid furrowed her brow. “Come on, buddy. You need some sleep.” Brad hunched forward, his lower lip quivering. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t. “It’s OK, Brad,” Brigid said softly, trying to guess what was wrong. “It was just an accident. It won’t happen again.” Brad shook his head rapidly. He felt so small. Yes, he’d just had a meltdown and wet himself (in his host’s house, no less), but somehow, admitting he was scared of the dark – being scared of the dark – was even worse. A single tear slipped down his cheek. Moved, Brigid reached up and combed her fingers through the teen’s hair. “What’s wrong, honey?” she prodded. “Why don’t you want to go back to bed?” Brad sniffled. He desperately didn’t want to go back to the guest bedroom, but he also couldn’t bear the thought of further inconveniencing Mrs. Eckstrom. He’d already woken her in the middle of the night and peed on the floor of her bathroom. Brigid kept running her hand through the young man’s hair, waiting patiently for his response. This certainly wasn’t her first experience with a teenager reluctant to disclose something. But even raising three kids of her own didn’t prepare her for what came out of Brad’s mouth. “It’s dark.” The second word came out as a squeak, but Brigid understood. She understood all too well, remembering how she’d shut the door after saying goodnight, effectively trapping the boy in the room. She felt awful. None of her own children had ever been afraid of the dark; it was just a natural state during the country nights. Most of her family had grown to appreciate the complete lack of light, finding it soothing. She’d always shut her children’s doors at night and hadn’t thought twice about the habit with Brad. “Oh, honey,” she apologized, pulling the now-trembling boy into a hug. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you in the dark like that.” Brad bit his lip to keep from sobbing audibly. He was so ashamed. Mrs. Eckstrom shouldn’t have to be sorry; he should be able to be in a dark room without freaking out. “Brad, listen to me,” Brigid ordered gently. “You do not have to stay in the dark. We can turn the light on, or leave the door open, or I can find you a night light. Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Brad looked up, his eyes shining with tears. “That’s OK?” he asked hesitantly. Brigid hugged the teen tighter, her heart aching. “Of course it is, honey. It’s no problem at all.” Brad straightened, releasing himself from the hug. “C-can you just leave the door open?” he stammered. He’d already seen how relieving the light from the hallway was, and he figured it would be the least intrusive option. Brigid smiled knowingly. “I think that’s a great idea.” She placed a hand between Brad’s shoulders to steer him toward the guest room. She paused at the threshold, letting the teen walk in by himself. Her maternal instincts wanted to tuck him in and make sure he was safe, but she didn’t think the teen needed any more infantilizing for the night. Brad slid under the covers, then turned to smile at Mrs. Eckstrom, gratified for everything she’d done, but especially for the low but meaningful light coming from the hall. “Good night, Mrs. Eckstrom,” he whispered, his eyelids already drooping. Brigid stepped back, not touching the open door this time. “Good night, sweetheart.” Edited September 10, 2017 by Sapphire3619 (see edit history)
Chapter 2 Emily bounced left to right as he feet shuffled on the floor, so her body could try to contain the growing, burning load within. She started to sweat. Her tight jeans showed stretched marks at the bottom of her round butt as her legs stayed tight. "But but Dean Maxline!" Emily said, obviously very worried. Her voice became low and scratchy. "I...I really gotta go!" Maxline showed no sympathy. She wanted to teach these lazy millennialist some respect and hard work ethic. "Back now. Or you're only other option is to run off somewhere else to use their bathroom." Emily looked left no right in confusion and paranoia. She squeaked. Put her hands in her pockets, grasped her fingers on the inside against her private area, and walked back with Dean Maxline with her legs tight and butt cheeks in those tight jeans moving back and forth. Ms. Calwiki was a bit desperate at this point. She knew she needed to go to the bathroom. Really badly. She tapped her conductor stick on the podium, held her arms up, and flicked to direct the girls. They sang "A Hard Harsh Pressure." The words strained the bellies of all the poor girls. Jennie and Tyra, next to each other in their tight black pants. Jennie had the white line design on hers, Tyra's pants were much tighter and less made of dress fabric. Both of the girls butts held so tight lines formed down their cracks and their pants went in. Lily put her hands in her pocket as she felt her belly expand with not just poop, but from the pee filling her bladder from the water she guzzled down before. Nikki was the same way but had her hands against her crotch as she waved back and forth and crossed her legs. Kelsey had her arms tight against her sides. Jo was the same way. She remembered how bad she had to pee earlier that day, and almost wet herself in calculus. She could not have an accident. They went on to their next song, and by this point all of the girls have felt like they had to go VERY bad for almost half an hour. Especially Tyra. Her feeling hit her before they even got on stage. Dean Maxline sucked down the rest of her coffee, and the sound of it hit Nikki and Lily the hardest since they had to pee so bad. Maxline looks down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Emily had her legs crossed and crouched down bent at the knees, bouncing up and down. She had been working all day since early morning and had to drink a couple energy drinks to keep her going. She hadn't peed all day, she could usually hold her pee a while but with the added poop desperation it had gotten impossible. Both were making the poor girl feel like she would bust any second. In the audience, two women had gotten up as they felt their drinks from dinner had caught up with them. One, Lucy, with dark hair and sort of chubby legs in a black skirt walked to the bathrooms. She had a dark pink top as well, and black dress jacket and was in her late twenties. Behind her was an older woman, Abbie. Blonde, nice legs for an older lady, and in a black dress. They reached the bathroom and Lucy grabbed the door knob. Locked. She knocked. In a voice of discomfort, "Excuse me, is anyone in there?" Abbie held herself arms crossed behind as she bounced in place. Lucy knocked again as she felt her belly rumble. "Hello? Is this occupied or not? I really gotta go." After forty five minutes, four songs, intermission had come. The audience clapped but it meant nothing to those on stage desperate out of their freaking minds at this point ready to explode into their panties and nice pants. Emily struggled as she closed the curtain, and Calwiki and the girls ran off stage to the toilet. Emily said to Maxline, "You gggotta let us in now." Maxline nodded, in slight annoyance, and they went off. Emily knew she would pop in her pants soon if she didn't take care of business. She froze at the horror. The choir of girls stood behind a very desperate Lucy and Abbie. Lucy had her hands under her skirt to plug up her pee hole that was ready to burst open and cover the floor in yellow water. Behind a faster bouncing Abbie was Jo, then Lily, Kelsey, Nikki, Tyra, and behind them all was Jamie. All the choir girls shuffled their legs and feet in place as they were only a few feet from relief. Ms. Calwiki stood at the back of the line in disbelief with her hands in her crotch and legs inwards as they wobbled. Calwiki said in a quiet, strained voice, "This...no...no no!" Maxline shook her head as her foot tapped and made clicks in the heels as her own discomfort started in her bladder. Emily pulled on Maxlines sleeve. "Dean! There's no way I can wait in that line. I'm going to explode. My bladder and stomach are going to bust open." Maxline ignored and went to unlock the bathroom. "You're instructor gets to go first." Calwiki was desperate. But she shook her head. "No. Let my girls go first. They worked hard for tonight." They all loved Calwiki. Right in that spot Lucy's legs shuffled faster and she bounced like a mad woman. "Oh I'm gonna pop let me through!" As she headed in she was pushed aside by Emily who had her body alarms going off. Red alert! Emergency! Emily was going to burst. Som drops has started to pop out already. But Maxline held Emily away since she was not first. Emily fought and the girls in line squirmed and bounced as their need for a release grew. Lucy was distracted and so Abbie gave a harsh push to everyone and went inside, locked the door. Abbie reached under her dress, pulled her panties down, planted herself on the toilet and let out a voice of relief as it all rushed out of her and hit inside the toilet bowl. Outside the door Lucy was fighting with the handle. Emily was knocking hard. Lucy's jaw dropped as she crossed her legs for she felt her body was final,y giving up. She yelled through the door, "Hurry up already!" Jamie yelled from the back, "Yeah we have to go back on soon." Hey heard the toilet flush, and it increased all their desperation a more. Nikki almost passed out from the pulsing pain. Lily bounced and cried actual tears. The door opened, but for Emily it was too late. She ran from everyone. She quickly in tiny steps went down the stairs. She moaned, "Ah, ah, an. EEEEE ah!" She slammed her body against the doors and went outside, unbuttoned her jeans, was behind the bushes and literally a second from release. BUT....lights flashed at her. She quickly stood up and buttoned her jeans, the load still inside. It was campus police. The cop, he said, "Ms. What are you doing?" Emily sweated. "Me?!? Um, um, uh, I, I was just looking for some glasses I lost out here before." Her legs crossed tight. She had no idea how she held in all this. She put her hands on her hips. The cop gave her a suspicious look. Lucy did not make it inside. Jo pushed her aside and went in and let it all out, avoiding an embarrassing accident. Lucy's eyes watered and she bit her lip as she watched someone down the hall take a sip from the water fountain and saw the streaming foreshadow do panties death. Dean Maxline stood there impatient, her hands firmly in her pockets as she tapped her foot in the heel hard. Maxline saw they only had enough time for one more person to go. "Forget the line. I'll choose who gets to go before we go back on stage." The girls shook. She pointed at one of them as Lucy stood on the side ignored by Maxline. Maxline pointed at one of the choir girls. "You get to go next." But who was it? To be continued.... Edited September 12, 2017 by Rick Dixon (see edit history)
Chapter 3 Emily was outside, legs crossed in her tight jeans, her private area swollen as well as her belly. Her gut had intense burning that made her scared she would explode any second. She was going to finally take a bathroom break in the bushes, but now the cop was watching her. "Miss, you seem a bit unwell or something," he said. Emily shook. She sweated bullets. "I-I'm...I'm fine sssir." She rubbed her back to relax her muscles. Her hips moving back and forth as slow as she could make them go. She said quietly, "I'm going to burst like a waterfall in my panties." "Were you going to go to the bathroom in that bush? You know there are cameras around here right? And that's also illegal." Emily had tears of agony fall from her eyes. She said, "NNNo I wasn't going-going to do that." She was dying inside. Inside, Maxline pointed at Kelsey. "You have a solo young lady. You need focus. Go now. Fast." After the door opened Kelsey ran in their and almost popped a mess in her panties. As the door shut Lucy tried to rush inside but the Dean placed her leg out to block the poor audience member. Lucy bounced as her legs crossed. She pulled on her face as the pulses of agony became too much. She decided she would go outside, there was no choice, a couple drops leaked out. "I'm not gonna make it! I'm not gotta make it! Oh but I have to!" She burst through the doors outside and was confronted by the campus cop and Emily who also shook from her desperation. Lucy sweated as her legs shook and her jaw dropped. "Mamm are you okay?" The cop asked. Lucy said, "I'm fine I just...I" she struggled to keep her words and thoughts together. She stared in horror as the outside sprinklers went off. Drops flung in the air and splashed. Flares of pain went into Emily and Lucy. Lucy bent over her waist as the pain was unbearable. She held herself up by the door. Emily bit her bottom lip and placed her hands against her crotch. Tears fell from Lucy's eyes. It was coming. She felt the warm glist flow along her private part and her panties feeling a wee bit warmer. "Miss maybe you need to see a doctor. I'll call for some fluids." The word fluids hurt her as it was water like. "No..." she said in a breathless voice. People started to walk back inside since intermission ended and a crowd was around her. A good half dozen stopped and stared at the struggling woman on the verge of bursting. She grew so scared and turned red as all these people might she her, a grown woman wet herself. Emily herself had her legs crossed so tight the jeans showed her muscles. Her boiling belly was erupting as it came from the bottom of her shirt balloon belly. "Take some water." Someone held out a water bottle to Lucy and the liquid inside flowed from bottom to top. Lucy squirmed and said, "Ahhhhh stop please!" Her muscles weakened, oh poor woman why did the dean have to lock up the bathroom. This woman was not even in the choir. The sprinklers still going, and she felt herself start to leak. Both of tears and the other thing. More people were focused on Lucy than Emily even though both squirmed cried and sweated desperation. They had to go SOOOOOO bad. Their panties doomed. "Please...stop. Let me...oh nnnno" Then BOOOOOM! Lucys bladder burst, and a large stream of pee echoed out of her burning and swollen private area. "NooooOOOOOOO!" Her panties filled and were soaked and fell off her a little as the hot stream stained in a puddle around her. Her body was a faucet and people covered their mouths as liters poured out of her..The poor woman was so red and cried. Her legs, feet, heels, skirt and panties ruined from wetness. People around town who knew her and she would pass by remembering this humiliation. "Ahhhho," she moaned from the pain. She ran away humiliated. Hands over her face, something that only happens to babies. She cried, "Its not fair I was supposed to make it!" "I have to get back to work!" Emily shouted as the sight of someone else wetting made her body automatically start to give, and as she uncrossed her legs and ran back through the door and cried, knowing she was on the verge of a major, embarrassing accident. She might actually go to the bathroom in her jeans and panties. Her legs stills tight at the private section as she squeezed her holes shut as they timer inside was about to go off. Her hands tight against her crotch. Inside the desperate choir headed back to stage, and Emily reached the door but it was locked. She pulled in the handle and pushed her foot against the wall to pull it open. Come on you! Please God! Don't let this happen to me! It wouldn't budge. Her toilet of relief was locked. Her legs squeezed together and one went up to her chest by the knee. Step by step she backed away and felt herself about to lose it. "Oh, ah, e e ah!" "Emily get back in here," Dean yelled. As the rest of the choir except for Jo and Kelsey squirmed on stage. TO BE CONTINUED... NEXT: someone else has an accident. Edited September 14, 2017 by Rick Dixon (see edit history)
Chapter 4 Dean Maxline and Emily sat as they watched the choir perform. The voices for most sounded so off pitch. The girls were in great discomfort and desperation. Jo and Kelsey were fine cause they went, but Calwiki, the choir, Emily and even the Dean herself all desperate. Maxline had that huge coffee. She sat in her dark greenish gray pants and crossed her legs and shook them as they watched. She looked so disappointed. "Embarrassing," Maxline said. She looked down at Emily and rolled her eyes. Poor Emily. Her legs were brought up to her chest and crossed tight. She was sweating like crazy and crying. Every second she felt like she would explode and she held off each time. But it would not last forever. "I...can't...hold....iiit anymore." She moaned. Lily leaped off stage in the middle of performing. She dashed but was blocked by Dean Maxline. Lily legs crossed and she bounced crying. Lily said, "Dean please I have to pee so bad!" "Back on stage now," Maxline demanded. Lily kept trying to run by but each time Maxline cut her off. Lily went back to stage and stood with her desperate choir mates. As bad as she felt everyone could tell poor Tyra and Emily were the ones about to burst. Tyra had her legs crossed, her butt cheeks going back and forth as she pulled on her hair. Her gut was on fire and she lost a couple drops already and could feel her poo squeezing out through her cheeks. After they finished, they had one last intermission. Emily got a head start and was just turning the corner to the bathroom. It was in sight and she lit with joy...but the choir dashed in front of her and danced desperately in line. Emily's eyes watered. She was going to crap and pee in her new panties so much. "Dean hurry up!" Nikki who was first in line yelled. The Dean unlocked the door and Nikki ran inside. She made it. Next would be Tyra, then Lily, Jennie, Calwiki, and Emily last. Tyra was dancing with her legs crossed. "Oh...my...gggod!" "Tyra can I cut in front?" Lily begged. Tyra said in a very sarcastic tone as she held her crotch and squirmed, "Oh sure, because I don't have to go or anything. I'm not about to have a total meltdown accident in my panties. It all evaporated and I'm fine now." Nikki came out of the bathroom. Just as Tyra turned Lily went in and said "Thanks!" Tyra froze and jaw dropped as the door closed. She wrestled with the handle. "Open up! Open up! Oh please I can't hold it anymore!" Tyra fell to the ground holding her stomach as it let out a loud growl that burned the inside of the girl. "Eeeeeee!" Jennie moaned in agony. Her butt and front part so swollen her fancy pants tightened on them. Her tan skin turned pale as she kept her legs tight together and shuffled in place. Calwiki had her legs crossed and as holding herself around her torso as she bounced. The poor conductor just bought her outfit. She looked at her boss Dean Maxline who stood from the side. Maxline looked concerned and her tall legs twitched at the knee. As her right leg curved over the other at the knee, it kicked back and her heel dangled off of her foot. Her hands against her crotch. Maxline was desperate. Her bladder felt full, hot, and hard to hold in. "Um, excuse me?" A woman questioned from behind. Her name was Alexandra, in a tight red, short dress. Enna, a blonde in a tight black shirt and dark blue dress pants. Then Kate, a tall blonde, who had on a dark blue dress with sleeves. The dress was short, a couple inches above her knees. Alexandra said as she and the other two squirmed. "This isn't the only bathroom is it? We've come here like three times and it's always locked." Maxline said, "Wait you three are the musical investors." "Yes, we had a lot to drink earlier and have been trying to get to a bathroom but it always locked." Kate crossed her legs and along with Enna squirmed up and down and said, "Ooohhh, I'm not gonna last much longer!" Alexandra said, "Maybe we should leave early. No way we can wait in that line and avoid accidents." "No!" Maxline said. She could not lose these investors. As Lily exited the bathroom looking relaxed Tyra was about to run in but Maxline grabbed her. "Please, go ahead of us. You're pretty much royalty here." Tyra's heart sank. "No way! I-"But Maxline turned her and held a hand on her mouth. "Please ladies, go ahead." Maxline felt she would burst any second as well. "Oh nooooOOOOOO!" Tyra yelled. Her stomach had enough. She felt her stomach and bladder crack and break inside. She covered her mouth in humiliation as she felt her panties fill quickly with poop and pee. Not long after it leaked out under her pants. She squirmed and tried to stop, but her body pumped more and more, and everyone backed away as they saw the brown puddle form around her. She could not stop crying. She ran into the bathroom as the dean dropped her and locked the door. Poor Tyra went to the bathroom in her pants in front of her friends, and these musical investing legends. She sat on the toilet, a mess, and cried. Occupying the one bathroom everyone outside so desperately needed. Jennie squirmed up and down holding her waist. "Dean Maxline," she cried. Maxline said, "You better hold it." She kept her legs closed tight and hand at crotch and knocked on the door. "Tyra, get out here now!" Jennie ran. She got out of sight and saw a garbage can in the hall. Jennie kicked off the top, pulled her pants down, and sat on the inside of the can as her private area burned as diarrhea and piss came out. Her belly deflated and she relaxed. Sucks for the next janitor though. "What the?" Oh no, her butt was stuck in the garbage can. She could not pull herself out. Three investors squirmed as their bladders expanded. Oh how humiliating for them as legends of this school it would be to wet themselves in public. Ms. Calwiki held herself up on the side of the wall and felt her stomach explode. She shut her legs tight as hell to hold it in. "Oh noooo!" Would she make it? Sweat poured off her like a waterfall. Emily had no idea how she would survive as at that moment, she felt a large surge of pain come over her body. "AHHHHHHHH!"....TO BE CONTINUED Edited September 16, 2017 by Rick Dixon (see edit history)
I didn't think this piece of work was going anywhere so I am not going to continue it. I stepped into the interview room, nervous. “So why do you want to work at our shop Mia?” Asked the man opposite me. His black hair was slicked back and he wore a posh suit. I felt very messy as I had thrown my brown waist length hair into a messy bun and thrown on jeans and an oversized jumper. “I like shopping so working at a shop would be fun I also need money” I replied “Your hired, make sure to read all the terms and conditions before you sign this contract” “Ok” I skimmed through it and signed right away barely reading any of the small print or any details. “Ok, Mia please go outside and meet Lennie he will guide you from here, by the way the name is Boss” “Thanks Boss” I replied and walked to the door he gestured to. A tall guy with misty grey eyes and scruffy puppy like brown hair was standing outside the door. “Hi I am Lennie” he said stiffly “Were you hired” “Yes” I replied “Follow me” We walked to a room, labelled uniform room. He opened the door and called “MELISSA.” A lady who seemed to be in her late forties scurried over and her large green eyes scanned me disapprovingly. Her stare reminded me of my Aunt’s cat, Twinkie who had always tried to attack me. “Come with me ya newbie” she hissed and I left Lennie’s side and followed her deeper into the room. I heard Lennie walk away and shut the door behind him. Now I followed a slightly hunch backed greying brunette through racks of burgundy tracksuit and white t shirts. I told her my size and (as she watched me creepily) I changed into a white shirt and vivid red tracksuit bottoms and top. “Fix ya hair into a pony then head to the grey doors at da end of da hallway” she said before disappearing into the maze of clothes. After winding my way out I felt a small but bearable pressure in my bladder but did not concern myself with it. I reached the door and pushed through and found Lennie waiting there. We were in a large room full of boxes. “Sort the boxes into their categories there are three categories. Pile them up like that” he pointed to a large neat stack in the corner. “You will have to do it manually as the machines stopped working. As written on your contract you cannot leave until you are done” finished Lennie and left me there. I began to stack but after only a few boxes my arms ached and the urge to pee had come back at the worst time. Squeezing my legs together while walking became hard and time consuming. I felt a warm spurt escape but I managed to quickly jam my hand up my crotch to stop the flow. 3 hours later I was barely halfway and now I was walking very slowly in a peculiar wobbling fashion as any wrong move and I would relieve myself in my underwear. Lennie came to check on my progress and smirked as he saw her on the verge of relieving herself. “Open your legs” he ordered. “Please Lennie…” “It's MR Lennie” “Please Mr Lennie” “Stand with your legs shoulder width apart or you are breaking the contract” “But” “I can get the evidence and you will be fired without pay” I grimaced I did not want my hard work to go to waste so I reluctantly opened my shaking legs shoulder width apart, My bladder felt numb from holding and at that point I couldn't tell whether I was peeing or not but I heard hissing and liquid splattering against the cement below me. I watched as a dark patch emerged and expanded across the fabric covering my lower half. “Carry on” said Lennie and left closing the door behind him. As I took a step forward I felt a horrible squelch in my shoes but I carried on. With nothing holding me back I finished stacking the boxes in two hours in soaking undergarments. Lennie returned and told me to follow him. I did but felt humiliated as people pointed and sniggered. Lennie took me to my dorm. I was to share it with three other girl co workers .When I reached the dorm he handed me a bag with spare uniform, told me my personal belongings from home had arrived. He left and I entered with my new key. It lead into a small but decent sized Kitchen with a fridge, freezer, oven, microwave, storage and minimal counter space. Going through the next door led to the sitting room where the stairs were situated. Tired and in need of a shower Mia found her room and entered to find three girls perched on her bed who all looked very mature. “Hi potty pants I’m Alice” she waves mockingly and flicked her long golden hair. “I’m her twin Jen” said the blonde beside her, they looked identical. “Emily but call me Em” said the last girl .Her hair was dyed vivid red and freckles were sprinkled across her whole face. She had bulky shoulders, no one I wanted to mess with I thought. “Thanks for greeting me” I muttered staring at the wall behind them as I was nervous to make eye contact. “We can chat more tomorrow Potty” said Alice with a smirk before leaving with the other two girls. I had a shower which not only got rid of the smell of urine but also soothed my aching arms and legs. After changing I lay down to sleep without an alarm as the next day was Saturday. I woke up and felt a wet feeling in my lower half and the smell of urine was wafting from below. I had peed myself, again. It took me a moment for me to realise as the last time I had the wet the bed was at 5 years old. I quickly cleaned myself up and the sheets and went to a doctor. I was wetting the bed without waking up, something was wrong. I slipped out quietly avoiding anyone and took a bus to my GP who luckily had a free slot so I could have an appointment. As soon as I went in I told Dr Reese about what had happened that morning. Then she asked me if I had held my urine in for a long period of time. I told her that I had and then she told me what was wrong. “Excessive holding decreases a person’s ability to hold in their urine, luckily in your case it is not severe and it will last at the most a year. I recommend wearing Adult pull ups to bed unless you wish to be washing sheets every morning said” Dr Reese. I stared at her in disbelief as she handed me pull ups that would last me about six weeks. I left and entered the dorm to find Alice eating cornflakes in the kitchen. She stared at my bulging bag suspiciously. “What’s in there?” “Nothing” I replied avoided her piercing blue eyed gaze. Before I could stop her she had seized my bag and the contents fell to the floor as I tried to resist. I felt my face flush red as I tried to gather the packets of pull ups quickly. “Jen, Em our new comrade wears pull ups” shouted Alice and her friends came thundering down the stairs with curiosity before gaping at the pull up packets I was trying to conceal “No wonder her sheets were drying outside this morning” chortled Jen. Em sniggered and walked forward before picking up and examining one of the stray packets still on the floor. She ripped open the packet and handed me a pull up “Try it on” she ordered her deep husky voice echoing through the room. I refused but 3 against 1 caused me to lose ending up with me sitting in a pull up while Alice forced drugged water down my throat, soon I felt urine building up. My weakened bladder was hard to control and within a minute I was releasing a loud hot stream into the pull up. I realised Alice had whipped her phone out and had been videoing the whole scenario but all I could do was turn my reddening face away in shame.
Please comment on the story and whether I should continue Luna combed her short black bob aggressively with her emerald eyes fixed on her reflection. Despite her small and undeveloped skeleton this flat chested girl was determined to survive the boarding university her parents had signed her up for. The shiny inviting pamphlet that had come in the mail had seemed odd to Luna as the university insisted on peculiar rules for all students of any age and the university was very isolated. She had packed her suitcase and a backpack full of goodies for the long ride there. “Are you ready” shouted Luna’s mum from downstairs. Luna combed out her hair one more time before rapidly cleaning the brush and stuffing it in her suitcase. Luna dragged the suitcase down the stairs with difficulty but her Dad helped pull it into the trunk of the car. Luna gave her older brother and Dad a kiss before her mum started the car and they were. Luna and her mother blasted musical jams from the speaker and they screamed to every song. They stopped for a burger and chips and Luna drank a lot of Fanta as there were unlimited refills. Her mum suggested she use the toilet but Luna was confident I. Her holding abilities. However only 30 minutes later when they were deep into the abandoned countryside. Luma felt a sudden urge to relieve herself causing her to squirm in her seat. Her mother realised this and suggested squatting behind a nearby tree but Luna politely refused as she was quite stubborn. Later on with only 20 minutes until they reached their destination Luna lost another spurt into her black jeans and knew that she could have an accident any minute. Seeing the turmoil on her daughter’s face Luna’s mother stopped the car and Luna gladly accepted the suggestion of peeing behind a tree. She quickly got up and walked awkwardly with her thighs squeezed together towards the nearest tree and hastily yanked down her jeans. In less than a second she was peeing soaking the underwear she was wearing. Luna threw away her underwear as far as she could then wiped with all the leaves and other nature she could find. She pulled up her jeans and walked uncomfortably back to the car as the jean fabric was rubbing against her crotch. Luna's mother asked no questions and they drove to the school in silence reaching there around 3pm. Luna said her goodbye then lugged her luggage up the steep stone steps. The guides who were older more experienced students guided them to their dorm rooms. Luna was told she was sharing a room with a guy due to the odd number of males and females. When she reached her room lead by a dorky upperclassman with oversized neon yellow glasses she found d that her dorm mate Rooki (pronounced Rookie) was already there. He was handsome with a very defined jawline and a slight tan. He had rich dark brown loose curls that bounced as he walked. “The names Rooki” he said putting out his hand with a cheeky smile lighting up his face Luna shook his hand then took the spare bed the one by the window and near the bathroom After unpacking most of her belongings into the drawers she followed Dork (the upperclassman) to the canteen where she tucked into the roast that had been prepared. At the end of the dinner feast the headteacher gave an assembly on all all the rules at school, changes etc. “Welcome freshmen to my university! Most normal rules apply to this school such as no running in the halls. No fights of any sort. No talking after bedtime! No chatting while a teacher is talking! Anyway we have a few unique rules. If someone misbehaves or disrupts classes they are giving very unique punishments!” With that the headteacher finished and left leaving most people confused. Luna chatted with the girl next to her who was an energetic redhead called Linda. Luna andLinda got along so well they exchanged numbers and discovered they were raking the same course! Luna went to sleep happy to have made a new friend and have a handsome roommate. The next morning a loud trumpet was played to wake everyone up and an annoyingly joyous and repetitive song was blasted through the loudspeakers usually used for special announcements. Luna grudgingly got up and prepared herself then headed downstairs to tuck into egg, bacon, bread, veggie drinks, mushrooms, tomatoes and lots of other things. Luna headed to her first lecture with a small pressure in her pressure in her bladder. The special lecture was only two hours she could survive! The first hour was bearable and the urge to empty her bladder was bearable and she was distracted by Mr Shin’s engaging lecture. Mr Shin was a handsome man however his stern look gave him the nickname of ice king in the first hour. He has black hair that was styled immaculately and he wore a suit with a crimson tie. Unfortunately Linda decided to chat during his lecture and she was sent to the head teacher with a note of what she had done wrong. In the last 30 minutes of the lesson Luna was on the verge of emptying her bladder so she put up her hand and asked to use the loo however she was answered with a stern NO from Mr Shin. Luna sat it her seat at the back of the class squirming and fiddling with her mechanical pencil In an attempt to distract herself. Luna almost screamed Hallelujah when the trumpet sounded from the loud speaker indicating the end of the lecture however Mr Shin asked her to stay after class for a talk. After everyone had filed out he called her to the front of the class. Luna awkwardly did so and stood trembling in front of him. Then Luna knew it was too late as she felt one spurt escape before it turned into a long stream of yellow urine that soaked and made a large dark spot in her baggy trousers that slowly spread. Luna looked down at the floor and apologised her head hung in shame. Mr Shin smirked as he was a twisted man that found pleasure in other people's embarrassment or torture “I will call a cleaner to clear this mess up now go to the headteacher with this note right now” said Mr Shin. Luna quickly ran to the headteacher’s office so that no one would see the evidence of her accident on her trousers. She politely knocked and was invited in. She handed him the note and he read it silently. “Pull down your trousers” he ordered. Luna stared at hm in disbelief but his unchanging expression proved she had heard right so she reluctantly lowered her urine soaked trousers to the floor. He stared at her black lace underwear and sighed. “You shouldn't wear such big girl panties” he commented “I'm sorry but you are banned from lace underwear you just wear big white cotton panties”. Luna stared at him in disbelief what kind of punishment was that! She was expecting cleaning up what she had done! “You also have a detention with Mr Shin in three days straight after school on Thursday.” said the headteacher before swivelling his chair and shooing her away with the flick of his hand. Luna pulled up herself trousers and took the less crowded stairs back to her dorm as it was lunchtime. When she entered she found Rooki lounging on his bed. “You Luna some school workers came in and replaced all yo undies with these.” Rook dangled a thick white cotton panty from his hand. Luna quickly snatched it up and checked her drawers and to her horror all her sexy expensive panties were gone with a note saying that her missing undies would be returned to her family. “That cursed headteacher” muttered Luna under her breath. “Guess you couldn't hold it” said Rooki staring at Luna’s soaked crotch are. Luna glared at him before taking a shower. After she was done she felt refreshed and Luna found that the cotton undies were childish but snug and comfortable. Luna went down down to the canteen where she spotted a Linda but this time not because of her striking red hair. Linda was no longer wearing the blue shirt, long grey pleated skirt and gold red socks that she had been wearing that morning. Now she wore a loose fitting white jumpsuit with the same red phrase printed all over it. It read BIGMOUTH countless times all over her. Many people mocked or jeered at her as they walked past and Linda’s face was very close to the colour of her hair. Luna instantly ran over to her friend and asked what had happened. “This is the punishment the headteacher gave me for chatting during class” replied Linda while she solemnly tucked into her food. Luna defended her friend boldly for the rest of lunch and protected her as they collected books from their lockers. After lunch it was an hour of P.E. The headteacher hadn't made the subject optional to “optimise all students’ fitness.” For their first lesson it was long distance running which Luna and Linda loathed but managed to power through. Before they knew it they were in their rooms showered and ready for bed. Luna sighed, she hated the university it was very peculiar and more like a secondary school than university! The next day was Tuesday, more lectures and more embarrassment for Linda however Rooki was also punished that morning for fussing over his hair too much in Miss Marble’s lesson. His punishment was horrible. Rooki was forced to wear girly pink clips in his hair and have his hair in two childish bunches. He was forced to wear a shirt that read I’m Hairdresser Hello Kitty. He had to wear these clothes and clips at all times other than when he was in his dorm. On Wednesday many freshmen and older years were being punished and forced to wear humiliating outfits. One person was forced to wear a collar and crawl on all fours because he accidentally stepped on one of the school dog’s tails. Another girl with large breasts that attempted to seduce a teacher was forced to wear a tank top with no bra for one day. People who bunked off school were woken up at three am every morning and were forced to help around the school until lessons started. So many people were being punished that it came as no suppose to see a guy in a bikini that is too revealing scrubbing the top of the statue in the backyard of the university. Luna woke up on the Thursday feeling happy and refreshed. Her punishment was not very severe or noticeable. After surviving a few lectures it was Lunchtime and that days special was tacos. They were delicious so Luna became greedy and ate too many until her stomach was too full. She headed to her last lecture with Mr Shin and wriggled uncomfortably in the last five minutes as she felt a churning in her bowels. She let out a few farts that luckily did not smell and then sighed in relief as she no longer desperately needed to relieve herself. Luna stayed after class for her detention and she felt a small urge to relieve herself in both ways but promised herself she could hold it in. Mr Shin stared at her with an evil smirk spread across his face. “Sit against the wall obviously without a chair with your legs just over shoulder length apart for half an hour. On my count one, two and three!” Luna did as she was told but only a few minutes in she felt her legs shaking and aching. The urge to relieve herself came back and Luna knew this time she couldn't hold it. Five minutes in Luna felt a spurt squirt into her underwear. Mr Shin smirked at the small but visible patch of yellow he could see on her white underwear as her legs were wide open. Then Luna let out a long stream that fell to the floor. Mr Shin saw this but to her horror ordered her to keep going. Luna’s pee had caused her bowels to become restless once again causing her face to cringe uncomfortably. “Fifteen minutes left” bellowed Mr Shin an evil glint in his eyes. Five minutes later Luna decided to let out a small fart to help her endure but as soon as she let go she regretted it entirely. The first firm log had pushed its way through into her underwear along with the silent fart. The next one was slithering out so Luna completely let go but she regretted it even more as she also let out a loud wet fart that echoed through the room clearly. After her torture was done Mr slim told her to take off her skirt, she obeyed as she didn't want another punishment along with the one she was sure to receive. He examined her now brown panties. Luna’s knees knocked together as her legs felt like jelly. Mr Skin laughed at her state and ordered her to sit down. Luna reluctantly did so and winced as the form logs turned to disgusting slushy mush that rubbed against her bottom. While Luna sat Mr Skin wrote a note then handed it to her while ordering her to go to the headteacher’s office. She did as she was told and luckily most people were in their dorms doing homework so she got there without any spectators. When Luna arrived she nervously knocked and sighed when she heard him beckon her in. When she stepped in she handed him the not but he barely had to glance at it as he could tell by the noticeable smell wafting from her area. “I was wrong to think you could wear panties at all” he said mockingly cooing at her. “Please I'll do anything to stay wearing panties” Luna replied begging. “Well which would you prefer? Humiliation that is emotional or public around the school?” asked the headteacher. Luna pondered about her answer. If she chose public the punishment may be less severe but emotional would save her from being humiliated in front of classmates, teachers and any other people. “Emotional” replied Linda hoping to not regret her answer. “Then you can keep your panties” replied the headteacher. “Come and lie your stomach across my legs” he ordered and Luna obeyed. Then the headteacher slipped on a disposable glove. He lifted up her skirt revealing Luna's wet stinky mess in all its glory. He rubbed her mess across her bottom up and down, everywhere. Tears streamed down Luna's cheek as the mess she created was rubbed all over her rump. “Stand up and take this pill” ordered the headteacher but Luna hesitated. “Wasn't that my punishment?” “Yes that was for doing a big poo poo in your panties but this is for doing a pee pee when you shouldn't have little Luna” he cooed Luna took the pill and was expecting something horrible to happen but smiled when she felt nothing. The headteacher flicked his hand and Luna left hastily when she arrived Rooki was absent so she cleaned up without him knowing. She finished the homework they had been assigned then went to bed happily. The next morning Luna sat up and felt a stale cold wetness in her lower area and in an instant she realised she had wet herself. Rooki was awake and wore casual clothes (his punishment was over). It seemed Rooki had already realised her accident as he offered to take her sheets to the her laundry box. (Every pupil has a laundry box where they put dirty laundry in. The cleaners then wash the clothes and return them to their respective rooms or owners). Luna took him up on the offer as she was still in shock but she convinced herself she had drank to much water the night before. The next day the same thing happened and it all sunk in. The pill had made her like this, the pill had made her a bed wetter. Rooki offered to help her again but Luna burst into tears in disbelief. Rooki embraced her in a hug and she cried into his chest. Luna was small so Rooki stroked her head and hugged her as she resembled his younger sister. Luna began to wake up earlier to shower every morning and her bed wetting became less abnormal but Luna still hated it. After only a week and a half of bedwetting Luna was called to the headteacher for another meeting. She knocked again her legs shaking remembering what had happened the last time she was in the room. A familiar steely voice called her in so she stepped in. “Do sit” said the headteacher gesturing to the seat opposite him across the table. Luna straightened her back in an attempt to boost her confidence then proudly sat in the seat. “The cleaners have been complaining about the urine soaked sheets they receive every day from you and are demanding something to prevent your bladder soaking your sheets every night. As you have probably realised the pill made you like this. The effects are temporary and can be stopped with appropriate treatment or therapy however the amount of time it lasts ranges from a minimum of one month and a maximum of five. You will wear pull ups to bed from now on until your bedwetting phase ends.” The headteacher pushed a packet of princess print pull ups across the table towards her. “You must come to the office to collect more” ordered the Headteacher and then ordered her to leave. The Christmas holidays had started but Luna's family had gone away so Luna was staying at the university for the 3 week festive holiday. When Luna reached her room Rooki was packing and nearly ready to leave. Luna wanted to beg him to stay but hesitated when she saw a heart shaped framed picture of him and another girl being stuffed into his bag. He had a girlfriend. Rooki said goodbye and left so Luna was left alone slightly heartbroken. Luna decided to try on a pull up and found it surprisingly comfortable. She went to bed and woke up to find that her pull up heavy with urine but her sheets were dry. The school was mostly empty and the canteen had only a few people. After breakfast Luna went back to her dorm and sat staring out of her window bored and lonely. Christmas was two days away and on Christmas Day a mask ball was held. Dresses were provided for the few students who attended but most students bought their own. The next day Luna received two letters one from family wishing her a merry Christmas and one from Rooki. It read Hi Luna I hope you have a great Christmas. I am leaving the country on Christmas Eve the day you will receive this letter. I can't tell you where I am going but live a good life. Rooki Luna felt tears forming in her eyes as she read the letter. She knew he hadn't put any contact in there on purpose. He was breaking all ties with her. Luna no longer had a roommate. Luna got ready for bed again. She put on another pull up and a top. Her pull up was in full view as Luna was not bothered to put on shorts. Luna woke up to another wet pull up and she felt pitiful. She was spending Christmas Day alone. She sang Christmas songs as she got ready and ate breakfast alone. She received mail from her family, presents. She received a notebook, hairbrush, another card and a festive bracelet. On top of that they had sent her a dress for the ball. A long baby blue dress that was made of airy fabric and a silver clip to clip back her now shoulder length hair out of her face. Luna went back to her dorm where she got ready for the ball. She then put on her dress and headed down at six o'clock sharp. The ball was held in the special hall which was rarely used and when Luna stepped in she knew why. It was beautiful with intricate columns winding their way up to the floral masterpiece on the ceiling. Outside down some polished marble steps was a garden that seemed to stretch all the way to the horizon. Luna made her way down and sat at her assigned table. The headteacher gave a speech and introduced his nephew who was joining the school. He had short messy black hair and silver eyes with a cheeky glint. After the speech dinner was served and everyone ate their fill. Luna drank to much however she planned to use the toilet soon. But straight afterwards was the dance where everyone had to be involved and Luna knew she could hold it so she danced until the music was lowered and chatting resumed. Luna went out to the garden to get some fresh air as the room was becoming hot and stuffy.
Here is an omorashi fanfic I wrote on fimfiction.net about the Equestria Girls having a holding contest. Apparently it was good enough for someone without the fetish to enjoy it, which is rare. Equestria Girls Holding Contest Rainbow Dash and Applejack were playing a game of 1 on 1 soccer at a big field in the middle of nowhere. They had walked all the way here, and drank lots of water in-between games. Rainbow Dash won most of them. Rainbow Dash was wearing her usual outfit, which included skintight black shorts under a dark pink miniskirt, and Applejack was wearing a dirty pair of jean shorts. After several hours, they both felt they needed to pee really badly, and ran toward the nearest outhouse. Rainbow Dash got there first, but to her dismay it was locked. They ran as fast as they could to the city, desperate to avoid wetting themselves. Finally, they reached the city. Applejack ran towards a fast food restaurant while Rainbow Dash ran to a gas station... They met up at the point where they had split up, both feeling immensely relieved, and their shorts damp only with sweat. "Ah made it," said Applejack. "You?" "Do you even need to ask?" said Rainbow Dash. "I could've held it for another hour if I had to!" "You were just as desperate as ah was." "I still could've held it longer!" "Ah bet ah could hold it longer than you!" "Then why don't you prove it? Let's have a holding contest!" "You're on!" ... Rainbow Dash and Applejack wanted to do their holding contest right away, but they'd already been invited to breakfast at Pinkie Pie's house, and didn't want to disappoint her. The girls casually talked for a while, and then... "So, what are you doing today?" said Pinkie Pie. "Applejack and I are having a holding contest to see who can hold it the longest!" said Rainbow Dash. "Rainbow!" said Applejack. "Oooh!" said Pinkie. "Sounds like fun! Can I enter the contest?" "Sure," said Rainbow. "But don't expect to win." "I..." Sunset Shimmer blushed a little. "I've been in a few situations where I thought I was going to wet myself but I held it longer than I thought I could. This would be a great chance to test my limits." "I was thinking the same thing," said Twilight Sparkle. "Wow, so we're talking a five-way contest here!" said Rainbow Dash, who was looking forward to this more. She looked in Rarity's direction. "Heavens, no!" said Rarity. "You can do this unladylike contest if you want, but I won't." "That's too bad," said Rainbow Dash. "Because if you did, win or lose, I'd pose in as many outfits as you wanted for your fashion show!" "Me too," said Applejack. "Well..." Rarity really wanted them to do this, and chuckled at the thought of them wearing some of her most frou frou outfits. "All right. If you promise to wear ANY outfit I give you for the fashion show." "What about you, Fluttershy?" said Rainbow Dash. "I... um... no thanks." "All the rest of us are competing, so there'll be no shame if you don't win," said Applejack. "Well... all right, I'll do it." What have I gotten myself into? "We're gonna need a lot more drinks than the cider I've got," said Applejack. "No problem!" said Pinkie Pie. "I'll go get lots of bottles of soda!" "And, we can drink water when we run out," said Twilight. "Let's meet up in my backyard!" said Rainbow Dash. ... By 9:00 AM, all seven girls were in Rainbow Dash's backyard. Applejack was wearing her jean shorts, and had hauled two barrels of cider over with her super strength. Rainbow Dash was wearing her usual black compression shorts under her pink miniskirt. Sunset was wearing jeans. Twilight was wearing short, fairly tight purple shorts. Pinkie Pie was wearing jean shorts that were shorter and tighter than her camping outfit. Fluttershy was wearing her usual green miniskirt. Rarity had been wearing her usual purple skirt earlier, but she had brought a dirty pair of shorts and panties from yesterday and changed into them inside Applejack's bathroom, not wanting to risk wetting the skirt she was wearing today, and made Rainbow Dash promise she could shower if she lost. The shorts were purple, short, and skintight, and were in the basket of dirty laundry because she had worn them several days in a row, the last few of which were really hot, so they smelled of sweat. "Well, in that case, let the holding contest begin!" said Rainbow Dash. "First, we'll each drink 10 cups of cider! Then, every 20 minutes, we'll drink more! If we run out, we'll drink soda, and if we run out of that, water!" They each poured their glasses of cider and drank them. They drank another cup every 20 minutes. Two hours in, all seven girls needed to go, and were fidgeting. "All right, we can stop drinkin' now," said Applejack, who wasn't quite as desperate as yesterday but she was uncomfortable. Sunset had also been more desperate than now on a few occasions, so she knew she could hold it longer. Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rarity would usually take whatever measures they could to avoid getting into a situation where they were likely to have an accident, so they weren't sure how long they could hold it for. They usually would have gone at this point already. Rainbow wanted to look like she wasn't having too much trouble, so she wasn't holding herself yet, although she was fidgeting slightly, and the others could tell she needed to pee as much as they did. "I gotta go pee!" said Pinkie, stating the obvious, and dancing a little more than she should have been at this stage, because she thought it was fun. Another hour went by, during which the girls got even more desperate. At the end of this hour, Applejack had them each drink one more cup of cider. For most of the girls, they had never been so desperate. Especially since they had drank so much. Sunset and Twilight were very interested in how long they had held it for. This was about as desperate as Sunset had ever been, and she was holding herself and crossing her legs, fidgeting slightly to avoid wetting herself. Twilight was fidgeting harder, for she hadn't reached this point yet in her life, and although she had agreed to enter, she was a little nervous at the prospect of wetting herself in front of all her friends. She tried to remind herself that five of them would do the same. Fluttershy and Rarity were trying to hide signs of desperation, but not doing it very well. They were occasionally holding themselves and squirming. It would be so humiliating for both of them to lose this contest and they really wanted to win. But they weren't sure if they could. "How you doin', Rainbow?" said Applejack, who had barely been more desperate than this. "I could hold it another five hours!" said Rainbow Dash. She raised both her hands at her sides, until a jolt from her bladder caused her to put one hand to her crotch. Applejack chuckled a bit, but stopped as she remembered her own need to pee. Over the next hour, the girls became more desperate, and fidgeted harder. This was farther than Sunset had ever gotten. Even Rainbow Dash and Applejack had never reached this level of desperation before. It seemed they had plenty of time to spare yesterday. "Ooooh, I need to go pee REALLY bad!" said Pinkie, doing an even bigger pee dance and holding herself with both hands. This didn't help Fluttershy. She needed to pee so badly - they all did - and it briefly crossed her mind how embarrassing it would be to wet herself, or at least be the first to do so. She let out a squeak as this moment caused her to leak a little into her pink panties, but she managed to hold the rest of it in, and it didn't show up on her skirt. She still blushed a little, but no one noticed. "Almost lost it there, Fluttershy?" Rainbow Dash teased. Twilight was very nervous now. She wasn't sure she could hold it. She had never wet herself as long as she could remember, and she was sure she was about to do it now in front of everyone. She leaked a little, dampening her shorts. She became more nervous at this. She had just peed a little. Her heart racing, she put both hands on her crotch and tried to hold it in, but the one leak made it harder. Two longer leaks came next, and then, she lost control. Her shorts went from damp to soaking wet, and pee flowed through her hands and down her legs. She blushed beet red. Not only did she wet herself all the way, but she was the first to lose the contest. Pinkie Pie giggled, then immediately held herself and crossed her legs, as she leaked a little into her underwear. Fluttershy also leaked slightly at the sight of Twilight peeing. "One down," said Rainbow Dash. Once Twilight was done peeing, she sat down, feeling embarrassed but relieved. Another half hour went by, and none of the six girls got any wetter. "Four and a half hours," said Rainbow Dash. "Let's shake things up a bit and make it more challenging." Fluttershy whimpered. "How 'bout, we all do 15 situps?" said Applejack. "Twi, would you mind checkin' to see if someone else loses the contest?" "You can count on me," said Twilight, who was feeling much better by now, even though her shorts were still wet. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity laid down with their knees bent upward, and began doing situps. This put more pressure on their bladders, and Rarity leaked a bit, dampening her shorts slightly. On the tenth situp, Pinkie let out a squeal as she started to pee uncontrollably. She remained in a sitting position and sighed in relief as she soaked her jean shorts. The other five girls were still doing situps, but they could hear the hissing sound along with Pinkie's sigh so they didn't even need Twilight to tell them she was out. Pinkie finished peeing after her five opponents had stood up. She giggled at her accident, and then pulled a big bottle of soda out of the cooler she had brought and began chugging it down. "What are you doing?" said Rainbow Dash. Pinkie stopped drinking. "That was so fun I wanna do it again!" "You do realize that it won't count," said Applejack. "You already lost, so even if you outlast us, you can't win cause you're out." "I know," said Pinkie cheerfully, and she resumed drinking the soda, and then drank another one, looking forward to unofficially re-entering the contest. Twilight giggled a bit, feeling more comfortable now that someone else had wet herself and wanted to do it again. Another half hour went by. The girls started squirming harder. Fluttershy and Rarity didn't know how much longer they could hold it, but they felt a bit better knowing they wouldn't be the first out if they did lost. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were trying not to fidget as hard, but their desperation was very clear at this point. Sunset was fidgeting harder than Rarity and Fluttershy. Her jeans were the tightest pair she owned, which put more pressure on her. By the end of this half hour, Pinkie had to pee again, about half as badly as the others. "All right," said Rainbow Dash. "Time for another challenge! Twilight, see that hose over there? Take the nozzle off, hang it over the soccer net, and turn the hose on. Pinkie giggled while Fluttershy, Rarity, Sunset, and even Applejack looked very nervous at this. Twilight did as she was told. Once the hose was on, water began running out of it and to the grass below the net. The girls tried not to look at the running water, but the sound was impossible to ignore. Rainbow Dash and Applejack almost lost it, but barely managed to keep their shorts dry. Rarity leaked for five seconds, wetting the front of her shorts. She blushed, but as she hadn't wet herself completely she was still in the game. Sunset leaked for about three seconds, dampening the front of her jeans. Fluttershy leaked for six seconds, and then came another leak she couldn't stop. She blushed beet red as she peed in her dress, soaking her pink panties and wetting the entire front of her green skirt. The pee rushed down her legs, which would have felt wonderful if the situation hadn't been so humiliating. "Don't feel bad, Fluttershy," said Twilight, putting her arm around her while she was still peeing. "You held it as long as you could, and you were able to hold it longer than me or Pinkie Pie." Fluttershy felt a little better at these words, and finished wetting herself, even enjoying the relief a little. "Only four of us left," said Applejack. Another hour went by with the water still running. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Sunset, Rarity, and even Pinkie Pie felt they needed to pee even more, and fidgeted harder. They could feel waves of pee sloshing inside them, and their bladders were trembling, as were Sunset and Rarity, finding it harder to hold it in with the sound of running water. Every so often, all four of them would leak, sometimes for as long as five seconds. So would Pinkie Pie. At this point, Twilight needed to pee again, as the rest of the cider she had drank had caught up to her. So, she let it all out where she sat, re-wetting her shorts. They were already damp and smelly, so why not? Near the end of the hour, the leaks became more frequent and slightly longer, though they still each avoided a full-blown accident. Their legs were mostly dry, but there were big wet spots on their shorts and jeans. Because Pinkie had already held to bursting point earlier that day, her holding muscles had weakened, so she was having just as hard a time holding it as the four who were still in the game. At the end of this hour, Rainbow leaked again. She and the other four felt like they were about to burst, and knew the contest would end soon. "Time for something a little different," said Rainbow Dash. "Let's all pee as hard as we can for five seconds! If any of us can stop, we drink five more cans of cider, or soda, if we run out. If you can't stop, you're out!" "What if we all can't stop?" said Applejack. "Then we do another contest next week!" "I'm not sure I can do this," said Rarity. "You're already pretty wet, so the damage has already been done. Think of the relief." Rarity was sure she couldn't hold it much longer, so she nodded her head. "I'll keep an eye out for someone wetting herself all the way," said Twilight. "Ready?" said Rainbow Dash. Rarity crossed her legs. Sunset squatted down to avoid getting the legs of her jeans wet. Rainbow and Applejack spread their legs slightly. Pinkie Pie looked really excited. "1... 2... 3!" Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Sunset, Rarity, and Pinkie peed like a race horse, further soaking themselves. They had to admit, it did feel pretty good. After five seconds, Rainbow and Applejack stopped. Their shorts and legs were very wet now but they didn't mind. Sunset was still a little shocked that she had intentionally peed in her jeans, but she was able to stop as well. The crotch and butt of her jeans was soaked, but her legs remained dry. Pinkie peed for a little longer, and stopped after an extra five seconds. What did it matter if she peed for longer? She wasn't officially competing, she was just holding again for fun. Her shorts were soaking wet again, and her panties were drenched. Rarity tried to stop peeing, but she couldn't. She whimpered as she flooded her skintight purple shorts, and the pee flowed down her legs. She blushed profusely, feeling a little disgusted that she was peeing herself, but secretly enjoying the relief and the warm wetness, against her will. She could not believe she was actually taking a bit of pleasure in something so unladylike, and slapped her butt for feeling this way, then giggled nervously, realizing that she had just spanked herself for no reason the other girls would be aware of, and not wanting them to know why. Pinkie, however, did. "See? It's actually pretty fun!" "Now it's just me, Applejack, and Sunset!" said Rainbow Dash. Sunset was feeling less desperate, but she still needed to pee pretty badly. As she drank her cider, she was not looking forward to the final round. She was sure these two athletes would outlast her. Another half hour went by, and Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Sunset became more desperate. The wetness on their shorts (in Sunset's case, jeans) made them think more about how much they needed to pee, plus the water was still running. But there were no more leaks for a while. Near the end of the half hour, Pinkie Pie couldn't hold it anymore, and peed again. She giggled the entire time, and the sight of her peeing made the three competing girls more uncomfortable. When she was finished, her shorts were even wetter than before. She considered holding a third time, but she didn't think Rainbow, Applejack, and Sunset would be able to hold it for much longer, so, reluctantly, she sat beside Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rarity. Another half hour later, Fluttershy needed to pee again, so she crossed her legs, looking uncomfortable. "Um... Excuse me, but I have to to the bathroom. Again, I mean." "Just pee right here!" said Pinkie. "There's nothing to be ashamed of! You're already wet, anyway!" Fluttershy hesitated, and then peed in her dress again, blushing but giggling lightly. She was sitting next to Rarity so her puddle on the grass reached Rarity's butt. Rarity didn't say anything, for her shorts were already soaked, plus she did secretly like it. Sunset, Rainbow, and Applejack didn't notice, for they were extremely desperate, close to the level they had been at before they peed for five seconds, and their holding muscles were a little more tired now. "Challenge time!" said Applejack, with both hands on her crotch and her legs crossed. "Spread your legs for 30 seconds!" "Are you kidding?" said Sunset, leaking a little. "Sounds good to me!" said Rainbow Dash. All three girls spread their legs apart, making it even harder to hold. Rainbow leaked for five seconds, but stopped. Sunset leaked for two seconds, and barely managed to stop it. Applejack leaked for four seconds, but was able to keep holding it. Then, Sunset started to pee full force. She desperately tried to stop it, but couldn't. This position was too much for her. She blushed and sighed as the pee soaked the legs of her jeans, while a stream started to pass through her jeans between her legs, given the position she was standing in. She couldn't believe she was wetting her pants all the way, but the relief felt amazing. "Well, looks like it's back down to the two of us!" said Rainbow Dash once the 30 seconds were up and they could resume a standard standing position. "I'm still gonna beat you!" said Applejack. "Dream on!" said Rainbow Dash. She leaked a little and whimpered. Sunset finished peeing and sat beside the other girls who had lost. "Don't feel bad, Sunny," said Fluttershy. "Third place is kind of good." As the time went by, Rainbow Dash and Applejack held themselves and fidgeted harder, unable to hide any signs of desperation anymore. They both leaked in their shorts often, but still neither wet herself all the way yet. By now Rarity needed to pee again. She made sure Fluttershy and Sunset, who were sitting on either side of her, weren't looking in her direction, and let it all out in her already-wet shorts. Wishing she didn't enjoy this so much. Sunset felt Rarity's puddle under her rear, but said nothing. Half an hour went by, which became a full hour. By now Rainbow Dash and Applejack were dribbling every ten seconds, and neither felt like coming up with any new challenges. Then, one of the athletic tomboyish girls couldn't hold it anymore. "No..." Applejack was unable to stop peeing. Pee flowed down her legs in torrents as her jean shorts got even wetter. Realizing she had lost, she stopped trying to hold it and started to pee harder, deciding she might as well be a good sport and enjoy the relief. Rainbow Dash saw Applejack wetting herself uncontrollably and knew it was over. "Yeah! I win!" Rainbow still needed to go REALLY badly. She was about to burst. So, she unabashedly let it all out, completely soaking her skintight shorts and forming a big wet spot on the front of her skirt. Waterfalls of pee gushed down her legs, soaking them in seconds. She sighed in immense relief and satisfaction. She had won a seven-way holding contest, held it for longer than she ever thought she could, and was greatly enjoying the warm release. They peed for about two minutes, Applejack stopping moments before Rainbow Dash, as long as it had taken Rainbow to start peeing after Applejack. "That was really fun!" said Pinkie. "I don't think so," said Rarity, blushing. "But remember our deal. You both have to try on ANY outfits I pick for the fashion show!" "A deal's a deal," said Applejack. "Whatever you choose is worth it," said Rainbow Dash. The girls were all very wet and smelled of urine, but they shared a collective laugh and then sprayed each other with the hose, before Rarity took a long shower and changed back into her skirt. Her shirt was still wet, but only with water, so she didn't mind too much. "You up for a rematch?" said Applejack. "Next week," said Rainbow Dash. "Me too!" said Pinkie. None of the other girls wanted to do a second holding contest, so Rainbow Dash and Applejack never asked them to. The End
Hey, everyone! I'm new-ish around here -- longtime occasional lurker, first-time fiction poster. I'm excited to share what I've been working on. This story is actually a major rewrite of a story I posted at Shara and Ger's site some years back, how long I'm not sure... goes and checks ...January 2008? Dear god I'm old. And so is this story. But now it's much, much better, I think, as I've had nearly ten more years to perfect my skills, and it's also a little less pedo since I aged up the characters. (Slightly. I got them graduated from high school and believe me, that is an important legal distinction in my line of work...) Anyway, enough background, I'll tell you more later if y'all are interested. Long story short, this is just the beginning -- lots more where this came from. I was gonna draw this out a bit to build the anticipation, but since I don't always have the time to get on here, I won't be that cruel. Enjoy... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Gentleman's First Encounter Parker couldn't remember a time when girls who needed to pee hadn't turned him on; his first fantasies revolved around a bursting girl even before he hit puberty. Finding his parents' Nancy Friday books tucked away had thrown plenty of fuel on the fire, to the point that he could almost recite a few stories out of those books from memory. But in all his dreams of desperation he never once put a familiar face on the girl in question. Part of this was because he'd never seen any of the girls he knew get desperate, not until a certain incident on the bus the summer after high school. Parker and Annie weren't close friends, but she lived at the far end of his block and so they chatted now and then. They'd known each other for years, naturally, but somehow their social circles took them in different directions. Annie was cute, in a sort of reserved, elegant way; she usually wore her brunette hair in a knot and wore somewhat conservative clothing, blouses and skirts or slacks. She wasn't curvy or chesty, but she did have a big grin, when she had cause to smile. She'd played violin in orchestra, but Parker—a band geek—had never heard her play. One sunny summer afternoon, about a week before the Fourth of July and as the novelty of the complete freedom of a high-school graduate was just starting to wear off, Parker had gone down to a strip mall near downtown to drop off his computer, which needed repair. Parker was a techie, and—this being in an age before smartphones—not having his laptop was like internet exile. His main concern, of course, had been to carefully delete all the porn from his hard drive and stash it on a flash drive which, in a variation of a fine old tradition, he kept under his bed. He was waiting for the bus home—and regretting that his parents had needed the car—when suddenly he realized that Annie was coming down the sidewalk toward him at a quick pace and wearing a somewhat nervous expression. She was also wearing more casual clothes than he'd ever seen her in, specifically a yellow sundress and sandals, and had her hair in a ponytail. She had her violin in one hand and her music in the other. “Hey, Annie!” Parker said. “Parker!” she said, and she sounded more delighted to see him than she ever had. And relieved to see him. “What are you doing down here?” Parker said. “This is where I have my music lessons,” she said, gesturing with her chin (the only available appendage, given that her hands were full) back at the music store in the same strip mall as the computer-repair store where Parker had just left his internet lifeline. “And, ah, what about you?” She shifted uneasily from foot to foot and glanced up the road—which was a main drag, after a fashion, so even in midafternoon it had some traffic. “My laptop needs to be fixed, so I had to drop it off,” Parker said mournfully. “Oh, I'm so sorry,” she said, absently, and looked up the road again. “Um, are you—are you waiting for the 256 bus? Have you seen it?” “Yeah, I'm waiting for that one. It's the only one that comes down this way, right?” “Right, right,” Annie said, and then blushed. “Of course it is. I'm sorry to be so scatterbrained. I'm just a little distracted right now”—here she blushed even deeper red and dropped her voice—“because I really need to pee.” Parker's attention was suddenly and completely arrested. “I'm sorry,” he said, rather flustered, and then mentally kicked himself for not saying something nicer. Floundering, he came up with “Can I help?” And then kicked himself again. What, you got a bathroom in your back pocket, boy? “Well, do you know if there's anything around here...?” she said, glancing about. They were in a fairly commercial area. Lots of strip malls and office parks, but not exactly much in the way of public facilities of any kind. “Gosh, I don't know,” he said. “I can't think of any parks or... well, there's Lincoln Square Mall.” “That's a little far,” Annie said, uneasily. “I know, I know... Wait. Doesn't the music store have a bathroom? I thought all these little stores had a bathroom.” “Really? I didn't see one.” “It'd probably be in back for the people working. But you could ask.” “I think I might. I just don't want to miss the bus, it only runs every hour! I don't want to be down here by myself...” Just then, the 256 came into view, and Parker was faced with a moment of sudden indecision. Should he tell Annie to go ask at the music store and offer to wait with her? Or should he... Before he could even really finish the thought, the bus pulled up, the doors swung open, and Annie climbed aboard. Parker's dilemma now apparently settled, he hopped on behind her. As the bus was largely empty, they had their choice of seats. Well, Annie had a choice; Parker was following her. The few people on board were sitting up front, so Annie took a seat near the back of the bus, past the bendy section in the middle; she set her violin down in the footwell and put her music on the window seat next to her, so she was sitting next to the aisle. Parker sat down across the aisle from her. He now found himself in a decidedly awkward position. He had too much sympathy for Annie to really enjoy her plight, and was too much of a gentleman to take advantage of a damsel's distress in such a way—but on the flip side, here was one of his secret fantasies unfolding in front of his eyes. Despite his moral reservations, he was quickly developing a hard-on, and every time Annie shifted her legs or bit her lip, he got that much harder. “Okay,” Annie said, with a confidence that even Parker could tell was mostly a show, “I'll just have to think about something else, huh?” Parker nodded. He, of course, could think of nothing else. How long would it be until she could get to a bathroom? He started thinking ahead to all the steps the bus route would follow. A lot would depend on how many people got on or off. Then there was the transit center, where the bus would wait for five minutes; and then, after yet more wiggling (the route's, of course, but maybe Annie's, too) there would be a long road with several speed bumps, and two more bus stops before they'd finally be able to get off. Then they'd have to cross that long road on foot, and make their way three blocks to Parker's house. Well, four blocks to Annie's, since she lived at the far end. How badly did she need to go? He got no answer for a few minutes, as they chatted about what they'd been up to since graduation, where they were going to college, etc. Parker was heading to the traditional family college in the midwest, which had just enough of a computer-science program to keep him occupied; Annie, in contrast, was headed to a conservatory in Boston, where she'd gotten a considerable scholarship for her violin-playing. “And that's why I'm still practicing and taking lessons,” she said, “and why I've been at my lesson for an hour and a half, going over the same darn song, and that's why I have to go so bad.” “You've had to go for that long?” “Since before I left the house, really. I had to hurry for the bus going the other way, so I couldn't go before I left.” Parker did the math. Assuming the bus ride had been about as long as his had been, she'd been needing to pee for a bit over two hours now. He shifted a bit in his seat to hide the growing bulge in his shorts. “I thought you said you were going to think about something else?” he said, not sure if he wanted to divert her line of conversation or not. The arousal was growing, but so was the guilt. Moreover, his hard-on was getting both uncomfortable and embarrassing; from the right angle it would be quite obvious, but so would be adjusting himself. “I just can't really think about much else right now!” Annie said, trying to pass this statement off with a giggle. But the strain was obvious. “I just really need to go.” The bus crested the first hill (this was a very hilly route) and suddenly slowed to a halt at the long line of brake lights meeting them. The stoplight below was a long one, and traffic was getting heavier. Annie slid forward as the bus slowed sharply on the steep incline. The jerk of the halt made her grab towards her crotch, reflexively, although she pulled her hand back before she did anything so childish. Her butt slid into the gap between her seat and the back of the seat before it, pressing her legs together, and she seemed content to stay there. Parker had gotten thrown forward by the halt as well, and was thrust up against the seat ahead of him as well. He seized the opportunity to surreptitiously adjust his stiffening member into a (slightly) more comfortable position. Fortunately for Annie, the light turned green a few moments later, and once through the light—still a matter of some time, what with all the cars ahead of them—they started to forge their way up the next hill. “Uh... what piece are you working on for your violin?” Parker said, casting about for a neutral topic. “It's classical,” she said. “You know, I've never actually heard you play.” “You never came to any concerts?” She cocked her head at him with a mock-exasperated look on her face. “Not really. Should I have?” “Not at all,” she said. “The school orchestra was horrible.” He laughed. She laughed with him, then winced. “Oops. I'd better not do that again,” she said with a shaky grin. Somehow Parker managed to get even harder. “No one was practicing except you, huh?” he said. “Pretty much!” “Well. I'd like to hear you play sometime.” “That'd be nice.” The next stoplight turned yellow as they approached it, and Parker thought he heard Annie groan a little at the sight. She shifted position again, and looked at him with eyes that were just as frantic as ever. He tried doing the multiplication table in his head to stave off his excitement, but when he got to "pee times pee equals..." he knew it would be no salvation this time. The light turned green after what seemed like an eternity, and the bus rolled on. The next stoplight was red but as the bus slowed down it turned green again; the next was not so forgiving, turning yellow as they approached, but it was the quickest of all of them, and Annie seemed a little more confident as they made the turn and began to head towards the transit center. After another stoplight to get into the transit center, the bus pulled in at its designated stop and parked, turning the engine off. Most of the other people on the bus got off. The driver stood up and announced to the people remaining, “We'll be moving again in about four minutes.” Then he got off himself. “Where's he going?” Annie muttered. “Bathroom break, maybe,” Parker said, without thinking. “They have bathrooms here?” she said, sitting up straight. “Just for the drivers, I think,” he said. (Was he being entirely honest? He racked his brain. He knew there was a public bathroom at one of the transit centers he'd been to, but he couldn't remember if it was this one.) Annie groaned again, this time much more audibly, eyes rolling heavenward. Then she looked at Parker. “I'm sorry if I'm grossing you out,” she said. “Oh, no,” Parker said. Total opposite of that, really, he thought—but he kept that idea locked firmly in his brain. “It happens.” “It really does.” “I just wish I could help.” “Not exactly something anyone else can help me with,” she said with a grimace-grin. “Yeah...” They fell silent for a minute after that. The bus was oddly quiet with its engine off. Annie sat cross-legged again, leaning a little forward. Parker tried not to look, or at least not look too often, but when he did, he saw that she was biting her lip and looked truly worried. The driver got back on the bus and started the engine. They didn't move for a moment, and Annie said, “Maybe I'll go ask about that bathroom...”—but just then, the driver closed the doors and the bus pulled away from the curb. Then (since the transit center was on a side road) they had to go through the last two stoplights a second time. “Didn't we already do this?” Annie joked feebly. Then it was up the next hill... and through two more stoplights (one green, one red)... and then a left turn. The light was green when they approached, but the left-turn arrow had blinked out, and a steady stream of cars going the other way was blocking the three cars ahead of them. One made it through on the yellow, but the next was not so bold. So they sat—well, Annie squirmed—as they waited for the light to cycle. Then the green arrow appeared, but it was short, and the cars ahead of them went through but the bus had to wait for the traffic again. “Get out of the way, fuckers,” Annie said, very softly. Parker was shocked—she never swore. She saw his expression. “Sorry,” she said. “It's just... I'm just kinda... I'm in some serious pain over here.” And with that, the turmoil in Parker's mind kicked into even high gear. Yes, he wanted to watch Annie squirm forever—but Annie was suffering. This felt so wrong. And his brain, unsure of how to react, was locked in a logic loop. “It's okay,” he heard himself saying. “If I were in such a sucky situation, I'd be pretty pissed, too.” He wanted to punch himself in the face at that. Annie gave a brief, incredulous laugh. She was perched on the edge of her seat, knees tight together, fists clenched at her sides. “Sorry, I shouldn't make fun of you,” Parker said, but Annie was grinning. A tight grin, but a grin. “Well, you didn't, really. And honestly, this whole situation is kind of hilarious,” she said. “I mean, how does this even happen? At our age? I mean, maybe you have to wait until lunch at school...” “Not any more,” Parker said, and pumped his fist. “We are done!” “I know, right? Thank god.” They talked for a minute about the sheer joy of having graduated from high school. Then Annie returned to the topic uppermost on both their minds. “There's no bathroom in that little park where we get off, is there?” “I don't think so.” “I really, really wish there were.” Parker thought for a moment. “Well, there's the old school across the street... but it's never open.” “Right.” She nodded. “Well, I just gotta hold it until I get home, then...” A thought crossed Parker's mind. “My house is closer.” “Thanks, but I think I can hold it a block.” The bus waited at a red light, and then made the final turn. “Almost there,” Annie said quietly. But then the bus hit the first speed bump, a little too fast. Annie squealed, and—to Parker's amazement—jammed her hand into the crotch of her sundress. He looked away, quickly—he didn't want to be caught staring at that. A moment later, Annie reached up and pulled the cord with her free hand. “Aren't you gonna stay on until our stop?” Parker said, puzzled. “There are another two speedbumps,” Annie said. She was blushing furiously, and her voice shook a little, but she seemed to be remaining practical. She stood up, clinging to the handlebar with one hand, the other hovering near her waistline. “Here, I'll get your violin,” Parker said. “Thank you,” Annie said, a little breathlessly. They got off the bus. Annie looked both ways to see if they could cross, and waited, legs crossed and arms folded, as the cars behind the bus went past. Finally they could make it over. By getting off early, Annie had given herself another four blocks to walk. She walked quickly, keeping her arms folded. Parker hurried along beside her with her violin and music. They passed the back entrance to the park. “You're sure there aren't any bathrooms in there?” Annie said, half-joking, half-panicked. “We could go look,” Parker suggested. “No thanks, I don't want to take the time. I mean, if there aren't, then I've just wasted another two minutes. We're nearly there.” But “nearly there” was relative. With a block to go to Parker's house, Annie froze, crossed her legs, and bent over. “Are you okay?” “Not... really...” Annie said. Her ponytail had fallen down past her shoulder. A long moment went past. Parker looked at anything except her butt—though he never let her out of his peripheral vision. The suburb they lived in was silent and still, luckily for Annie. Finally she straightened up, slowly, carefully. She was red in the face again. “I nearly...” she began, but didn't finish her thought. “Let's go.” She walked a little more slowly, but they turned the corner. Annie's house was at the end of the block; Parker's was three doors away. “You're sure you don't want to come in and use mine?” Parker said. “A little less sure,” Annie said. They came to Parker's house. He was about to hand the violin back to her when she suddenly said, “Oh, shit... Can I please please please use yours?” Parker immediately trotted up to his front door and fumbled in his pocket for his keys. A moment later he set the violin and music down and fumbled some more. Annie came up behind him as he got his key into the lock. She was breathing hard. When he tried the door and it didn't open, Annie gave a little moan and stamped her foot, fists clenched at her sides again. “Sorry, mom must have deadbolted it...” Parker said. After a few moments more he got the door open. Annie pushed past him into the living room, glanced around, and turned back to him, bent a little forward, fists clenching and unclenching rapidly. “Parker, for the love of God, please tell me where your bathroom is.” “Down the hall to your right,” Parker said. Annie fled in that direction. He followed her into the house, closing the front door behind him, and he caught a stunning glimpse of her lifting the hem of her sundress as she turned into the bathroom and slammed the door. Not enough to see anything, but still. Parker stood frozen for a moment. Then he slowly crept halfway down the hall. He froze again when he heard it: the hissing and splattering of an absolute torrent. And Annie's gasp, followed by a deep, deep sigh of relief. She peed fast, apparently. A few moments later the torrent slowed to a trickle, then to a few drops. Then he heard the rustling of toilet paper and realized he was standing in the hall listening to a girl use the bathroom. He turned away and went back out to the living room. A few moments later Annie flushed, washed her hands, and emerged, looking vastly more comfortable. “Oh, Em, Gee,” she said, self-mocking. “I have never had to pee that bad. And I never, ever want to need to go that bad ever again.” “Feel better, huh?” “And how. Thank you for letting me use your bathroom. I'm seriously not sure if I would have made it home.” Parker nodded. They stood looking at each other for a second. The pause grew longer. What could he say? What would she say? She looked relieved, but she also looked kinda embarrassed... He tried to come up with something to say to fill the awkwardness, and heard himself say, “Can I get you something to drink?” Annie burst out laughing. After a moment, Parker joined in. “I think I'll pass,” Annie said. Then she looked around. “Where's my violin?” Parker looked around too, blinking in confusion. The instrument was nowhere to be seen. Then recollection struck him and he opened the front door. There was the violin and the music, right where he'd left them. This triggered another uncontrolled burst of laughter from Annie, and more chuckling from Parker. “Oh, my god!” she gasped. “I have never done that before! Shows you how bad it was!” She walked past him to collect the instrument, but before she stepped outside, she turned to him. “Thank you so much, Parker,” she said, hand over her heart. “You were such a gentleman about this. I really wouldn't have made it without you.” Parker blushed and looked down. A moment later, when he looked up again, she was surprisingly close to him. Then she hugged him. Then she kissed him on the cheek. He felt her lithe, slender body against him and desperately hoped she hadn't realized how hard he was. She released him and bent down to collect her music. When she straightened up she looked back at him. “You've got my number, right?” “Um, I'm not sure I do.” “Here, give me your phone.” She typed the digits in and handed it back to him. “There you go. See you soon!” And with that she was striding off to her house, ponytail bobbing with the cheerful spring in her step. Parker watched her go, then closed the door and locked it. He slowly walked back to the bathroom. He stared down at the toilet seat. Images flashed through his head: Annie clutching herself after the speed bump, Annie stamping her foot at the front door, Annie yanking up her dress in her desperation to get to the bathroom on time... Before he even really thought about it, he had his dick out, and jerked it furiously. It took only a moment before his spunk splashed into the water where her pee had been a few minutes before. He sank down onto the laundry hamper. “Right,” he said. “I'm such a gentleman.”
There were two things that Walter Strickler was aware of when he woke up; number 1 was that two pissed off inhabitants of Trollmarket were watching him like hawks, and number 2 was that he needed to take a very urgent leak. Normally, he would have no qualms about just whipping it out and going in front of others, but in light of recent events, he didn't think that would be a good move. Instead, he thought about voicing his need, but then thought better of it, knowing that the two trolls beneath him probably wouldn't let him go anyway, even if he asked. He supposed that the ire of the troll duo below wasn't exactly unwarranted, after all, changelings were made to be spies that could blend in, but he was sure that even the most horrific of criminals deserved to be treated better than this. He shifted a little in his small cage, partly because his legs were beginning to go to sleep, but also because his need was becoming more dire by the minute. He was thankful that the cage he was currently inhabiting, was lifted far off of the ground so that he could discreetly grab himself if need be. However, just as he had finished thanking the Lord, his cage began to lower towards the two trolls. Strickler tensed, as he suspected that the duo were going to pull him out of the cage and beat on him, especially since he was no longer bound to Barbara. Surprisingly though, the trolls just left him hanging just a little off the ground, continuing to watch him. One of the two declared his need to pee, and made his way over to the prisoners relief station, as he made use of it Strickler closed his eyes and tried to drown out the noise, lest he embarrass himself by soiling himself. - Hours passed and the trolls had been replaced with one Alexx Lake, who was sitting on the floor and trying to converse with the changeling. Of course, Strickler didn't say much and he didn't do much except fidget and squirm which it was clear Alexx picked up on. However, much to his relief, Alexx didn't ask about his inability to keep still, instead she just kept talking. Her constant chatter provided a welcome distraction from his ever filling bladder. Until it didn't that is. It wasn't long until all Strickler could think about was his bladder, and emptying it, preferably willingly. A spasm wracked his body, and drawing an involuntary groan from him, causing him to lean forward and clutch lightly at his crotch. Alexx drew silent, tilting her head at him and then standing up, and as soon as Strickler saw the movement, he removed his hands from his groin, giving the young woman a strained smile. "Are you alright Mr. Strickler?" She asked. The former teacher gave a nod and as another, weaker spasm wracked up his spine, his eye twitched, but that was about it. He continued to talk with Alexx, feeling his desperation get worse and worse, until the next spasm sent a millisecond long spurt of pee into his underwear. Quickly, Strickler grasped his confined penis, this time not caring that Alexx was watching. A flash of light emanated from inside the cage signalling that Strickler had just switched to his troll form. A faint dusting of brown appeared over the changelings cheeks, and he shut his eyes against the onslaught of embarrassment that filled his heart. "Why didn't you say that you needed to pee?" Alexx asked. Strickler looked at the young woman, and then gripped his dick again as another spasm sent another spurt into his pants. A groan escaped him, and his other hand came down to join the first as he shifted to sit with his long legs crossed and bent. "The trolls-" he began. Alexx at first was confused, but then she caught on to what he was saying and frowned. "You should've called for myself or Jim," she said. The brown blush on his face darkened, and once again Alexx showed her unique ability to read troll faces, this time by understanding that Strickler didn't want to seem weak in front of the ones who called him 'impure'. She sighed and then gave a small smile, before turning towards one of the guards. "Open his cage," she demanded. The guard she was talking to sneered at her and she growled, walking up to him and getting into his face. "My brother is the Trollhunter, and you will do as I say, or risk invoking his wrath," she said. The guards looked at one another, before the one she was talking to pulled out the keys and walked up to the cage. Upon actually taking notice of the predicament Strickler was in, the guard -who hated changelings himself- made a show of trying to find the right key, enjoying the way Strickler squirmed and groaned. Another growl from the human proved to get the guard moving faster, and in no time the cage door was open and Alexx was standing there to help her former teacher. "Come on, let's get you some relief," she stated. Another spurt escaped Strickler's partially closed off urethra, and by now he had a sizeable wet patch on the front of his purple pants. The changeling moved so that his legs were dangling off the side of the cage, and as another spasm rocked him, he leaned forward and practically crushed his penis between his hands. His breathing was becoming erratic, and sweat was leaking from his stone flesh. As soon as his feet hit the floor, an even stronger spasm went through him, and Alexx heard the faint one-second hiss of his pee escaping his body, before the noise stopped. "You're so silly Strickler," she chastised. Tears welled up in the changeling's eyes, and he grit his teeth as he started to bounce his knees. His legs were crossed and he was bent at the waist, a tribute to exactly how desperate he was. Looping her arm around one of his, Alexx began to lead him towards the prisoner's bathroom, stopping a few times when he did to regain control. After what seemed like hours to a very desperate Strickler, the duo reached the prisoner's relief station and Alexx moved to turn away, only to have to catch Strickler as he went to sink to his knees. "I can't-" he whispered. Alexx rubbed his back in comfort, smiling at him as she did. "Yes you can. If it's easier for you, just pull the top of your pants down and do it that way," she suggested. Strickler whimpered a little, but managed to let go of himself with one hand, only to stick that same hand down the front of his purple pants, the other hand quickly came up to yank the front down and he pulled himself out. Alexx immediately averted her eyes, and stayed there holding him up, feeling him shaking with repressed need. A few seconds later, there was the sound of hissing, accompanied by the sound of liquid hitting the side of the relief station, and a groan of relief from the tall, green troll. Alexx kept her eyes averted, humming to herself to take her mind off of what was happening. His stream continued for what seemed like minutes, but in reality it was only several seconds until it started to die down into piddles. Strickler was still panting, even as he made sure that even the last drop fell off the tip of his penis. When done, he put himself away and turned his face towards Alexx a small smile appearing on his lips and a strange feeling in his chest. He noticed that the young woman had kept her eyes averted the whole time, though he would have thought that with her interest in every part of troll anatomy, she would have peeked. Alexx looked into his eyes and raised an eyebrow at the inquisition that was there. "What?" She asked. Strickler shook his head and then looked down to the now half full relief station, before he looked back at the human female. "I would've thought that you would risk a peek," he replied. The human female snorted a little and shook her head. "I'm not going to take advantage of your desperation to catch a glimpse of your penis Strickler. If I'm going to see that part of your anatomy, I'd rather It be on your terms. That is to say, I'd rather have you want to show me, not because I got too curious and snuck a peek while you were urinating," she said. Strickler smiled and then made himself a promise, a promise that said that if he were to get out of this alive, he would show Alexx his manhood willingly, and allow her to study him till her heart's content.
Ch.2: Of Course that’s How it is.. A sudden jet of air along the back of her neck made Alice jump. Misty had materialized behind her, although she had no idea when. As Alice waited for her heart beat to slow down, Misty delivered a message. “Everyone needs to gather in the garden. They know how to defeat WildCard…” Misty fidgeted with her fluffy magenta tail. The couple walked to the front door. “Are you ok?” Alice asked, only receiving a shrug in response. Alice remembered that Misty had told her about her father’s assassination at the hands of WildCard. Unsure what to say, she slid her hand into that of the other girl. Misty still seemed troubled, but the attempt to comfort her helped. The sun soaked garden was occupied not only by their group, but a crowd of strangers. Queen Valentine walked to the makeshift podium, and cleared her throat. The crowd quieted down, taken in by the charismatic Queen’s stage presence. “Thank you for assembling so quickly. For those unaware, I am the Queen of Wonderland, also known as the Kingdom of hearts.” Valentine smiled courteously before continuing “The experts among us have determined what we must do.” she paused dramatically, a habit created by decades of public speaking. “Within the Looking Glass there are 12 jewels that must be brought together. Each stone is held by a guardian, who must be convinced to give it up willingly.” Valentine gestured to a royal aide, who started to hand out pamphlets. “Information about the individual jewels is in the pamphlets you receive. Please review the information and be prepared to meet again soon.” She finished. “That's Auntie Valentine for you, always so efficient..” she muttered. Alice nodded, as she scanned the front of the pamphlet. “Different groups will be formed for each jewel...Assignments will be announced soon” Alice muttered as she read. Her concentration was broken by a irksome prick in her bladder. “I’m going to find a restroom, want to come?” Alice asked as she stood, glancing around for a nearby bathroom. “Alice, I’m surprised no one told you, there are very few toilets in Looking Glass Land. It has something to do with accessing the golden stream of wisdom.” Misty explained. Her tail twitched uncertainty, unsure how to reconcile her excitement and consideration for her girlfriend. “...Of course that's how it is.” she huffed, before gesturing Misty towards a maze of hedges. Alice unbuckled her belt, and sequered her jeans and underwear beneath her knees. She wasn’t very desperate, but could see no point in delaying the inevitable. She had become used to accepting things that made little sense in her world. Squatting down, Alice relaxed her inner muscles and released a gentle stream of urine into the lush lawn beneath her. Glancing at her girlfriend, she observed Misty’s fascination. Cat ears twitched at the faint lapping sound of pee flowing onto grass. Alice felt a slight pang of regret as her stream dwindled, almost wishing she had held it longer if Misty was going to be around. The brief pee reached its conclusion, and Alice wiped with a leaf before replacing her pants. “Next time, I think I’ll wait longer to go.” she offered, gaze averted. She didn’t have to look to see how excited Misty was. “I can’t...wait…” Misty trailed off. Alice glanced up at the other girl’s curious face. Following her gaze, Alice noticed a line of young ladies looking frantic by the far hedge. Exchanging a look, the couple went to go check on the group. Ch.3: Flower Children Misty and Alice took in the group as they walked toward them. There were four girls with vividly colored hair. “I think they're from the Republic of Flowers.” Misty commented “That would make them flower children.” she noticed her girlfriends confusion ”It’s like how I’m a cat-girl, but for flowers.” Misty explained as they reached the group. The ladies stood single file in front of a garden shed. The procession looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. The panic was obvious on their faces. “D-Do you have the key..” The tall girl in front managed to say. Her long cornflower-blue hair tumbled into her face as she leaned forward, gripping firmly between her legs. “What key?” Alice asked, taking in the other desperate girls. Behind the first girl, a short girl with bright orange curls was hunched into a squatting position, her hands anxiously twisting her ruffled skirt around her fingers. Next was a girl with hot pink feathered hair arranged to show off a attractive beauty mark on her cheek. She had her arms crossed over her chest, her long legs coiled tightly together. The girl at the end had ruby colored hair and freckles, and appeared to be the most desperate. She couldn’t seem to settle on a methode to make holding easier, alternating between grasping at her crotch, twisting her legs together, and bending forward. Regardless of which position she took, she danced in desperation. “The key to the shed, Ah, er need it…” the first girl answered. “Is there a bathroom in there?” asked Alice. The girl shook her head. “No, but-Uhh-it's the closest privet spot...I’m Iris.” she explained through gritted teeth “These are Marigold, Delilah, and Tulip.” Iris gestered down the line with each name. “Oh, well, the hedges provide decent cover. It’s probably faster than waiting…” Alice advised. Marigold looked across the garden, judging the distance. Her face twisted in frustration as she turned back to Alice. “But, uh, we can’t move.” she fidgeted even more, skirt rustling from her squat position. The quartet had used bathrooms shortly before traveling through the looking glass, but still had found themselves crossing their legs during Queen Valentine’s speech. They had been quickly given up searching for a toilet, and decided to squat in a isolated garden shed for cover instead. By the time they found out the door was locked, their bladders wouldn’t withstand much movement. They then had to resort to hoping someone with a key would need gardening supplies soon. That was how the two other girls had found them. Tulip’s legs were trembling, causing the pee to slosh against the walls of her bladder. A narrow stream of urine urged its way down, trickling down to her ankle. The floodgates opened as her legs bucked, sending her tumbling to the grass. Her entire body relaxed as she released her pee. She was vaguely aware of her friends losing control around her. Glancing from side to side, she saw six golden streams rush onto the grass around her. The noisy streams sent tiny spatters flying on her skin. As her discomfort lessen, she Alice stare, and turned to face the startled looking girl. Following her gaze, Tulip’s eyes landed on her now soaked panties. The red-striped fabric had become nearly completely see through, showcasing both a bulge and a opening where water poured out. Although she was still peeing, she had recovered enough to speke. “What’s wrong” Tulip asked, replacing her skirt. “Nothings wrong...I was just surprised.” Alice said looking slightly dazed. “You’ve never met a flower child before?” asked Tulip. Alice shook her head. It made sense in the weird ‘wonderland’ way Alice had grown accustomed to. Flowers had both sets of reproductive organs.
Ch.4: Garden Bed Wetting Misty was annoyingly waving her fingers in front of Alice’s face, clearly under the impression that the shock of seeing a hermaphrodite for the first time had sent her into a state of shock. It hadn’t, Alice just didn’t know what to say at the moment. Brushing the black-manicured hand away, Alice turned to Misty for ideas. Remembering her authorities as a Princess, Misty rushed to help the girls stand up. Alice followed her lead. Although the girls had wet themselves, they all seemed to be in excellent spirits, expressions of relieved contentment on each of their faces. “Well, we’re fine now.” smiled Tulip when Alice asked. “We don’t have to pee anymore” Marigold suddenly gasped in realization. “We're late! Mother Willow expected us for tea 15 minutes ago!” she turned to Misty and Alice “You two should come, we can get to know each other more.” she smiled sweetly. Alice and Misty agreed, and the group of six set off down a path winding through the gardens. The walk led the group to a large greenhouse nestled between the branches of a narrow stream. As the girls walked in, Alice and Misty were greeted with the scent of the jasmin that hung along the window panes like curtains. The greenhouse had been converted into a residence with no interior walls, each room designated through the decor. Each girl occupy one of the corners, with an additional bed in the center of the building. The group shifted into a dining area/kitchen and sat down just as a new woman carried a tea tray in. The woman was notably older than the other girls, in her late 30s. The woman’s abundant chest was contained within a ivory peasant-blouse, with her lower body obscured by a matching ankle-length skirt. Her long green hair was arranged into dozens of small braids, and the braids were pulled into a low bun. “Hello, sorry for the wait.” she cooed “I wasn’t expecting guests and had to prepare treats.” “Oh, no. It's our fault for not warning you. You didn’t have to make us anything.” Alice hurriedly assured. It was alway so embarrassing when you unintentionally made someone go out of their way on your behalf. “Don’t worry, my wards are always doing this” she brushed of Marigold’s objections “so I have some treats on stand by.” she started distributing the contents of her tray “My name is Mother Willow. Welcome to my home.” Misty eagerly reached for her cup. She hadn’t peed since lunch, but had yet to feel any actual desperation. She quickly finished her cup, and accepted a refill. As she drank the second cup and requested a third, she turned her attention to Alice’s conversation with their hosts. “Would anyone else like one of the tarts, they are really delicious.” Alice offered when she saw that only she and Misty had eaten any. “Oh, you really don’t know anything about flower children, do you.” Delilah noted “Well to start, we don’t eat food, only drink liquids and soak up sunlight. Mother Willow just keeps tarts for guests” “That’s kind of why we wet ourselves earlier. We need a lot of fluid to live, so we have to pee like 10 times a day, and 3 at night.” Marigolde complained “That reminds me, if either of you need to pee, please help yourself to our beds.” Mother Willow injected. “Your Beds...?” Alice repeated in confusion. “Oh. Flower children sleep in flower beds.” Iris explained Misty’s ears had perked up. The opportunity to wet was intriguing. She could feel her bladder trembling around the fifth cup of tea. Misty crossed her legs and poured one more glass. “Being hermaphrodites lets us pee with two streams, though it’s really hard to only pee through one. Our bladders are bigger, but only slightly” Iris was explaining the finer points of flower child physiology to Alice. Misty could feel the urgency grow rapidly above her tightly closed thighs. She excused herself from the table, and staggered over to the nearest bed. Although a trellis of honeysuckle partly obscured the sight of the catgirl, the sounds would be heard through the building. A ‘flower bed’ was actually a bed frame with a raised edge packed tightly with soil. As Misty eased herself onto the hard, cold surface, she wondered how flower children could sleep on something so uncomfortable. Table conversation had resumed, and Misty could vaguely hear it over her excited panting. Feeling the ache in her bladder push further downward, Misty opened her legs slightly. Instantly, warm urine gushed against her panties and black shorts. Misty’s vision blurred as she was overwhelmed by bliss. The warmth started to creep along the fabric to the tops of her thighs, simultaneously collecting in the soil beneath her. Her skinny frame spasmed, sending droplets splattering onto the terracotta tile floor. A languid smile spread across the cat-girl’s features as she finished peeing. Alice could see her girlfriend was in a dreamy stupor, in no state to navigate the situation on her own. Wrapping up the conversation and bidding farewell, Alice went to attend to Misty. Alice blushed at Misty’s appearance: her legs were had gained a gentle luster, especially in the light of the green house. Her wet shorts hung lower, revealing an enticing view of her hip bones. Alice guided Misty’s arm around her shoulders and wrapped her own arm around the girls waist. Alice was surprised to find herself exited by the scent of Misty’s urine. The two girls stood up and stumbled to the door. Eventually, they fell into a rhythm and made their way to their house. Not knowing where Misty’s room was, Alice led the still-dazed girl to her own. By the time they got there, Misty was somewhat aware. Alice flopped on the bed, worn out from hauling Misy around. “You can use the shower in the hall if you want…” Alice painted “feel free to borrow my towles”. “Does that mean I can sleep here?” Misty asked, receiving a incoherent mutter in response. “I’m taking that as a yes…” she singsonged as she stepped into the hallway. Alice smiled sleepilly.
Ch.5 It was just before dawn when Alice woke up, having slept poorly the night before. Her first thought was ‘I have to pee’, followed by ‘When did Misty clibe into be with me?’. Getting out of bed, Alice remembered that there were no bathrooms in the house. Her bladder gave a faint cry of protest as she pondered the issue, although Alice didn’t have to go too badly. Yet. ‘Maybe I’ll try the garden…’ Alice thought as she walked to the door. Before she could open it, she spied a red envelope that had been slipped under the crack. Picking it up, Alice saw four royal seals crowded along the seal. Deciding that this took priority over her not-really-that-full-yet bladder, Alice sat down on the bed and switched on the lamp. Misty slowly started to wake up as Alice started reading. Dear Miss Alice Louise Although we apologize for the lack of notice, your services are formally requested in relation to the fist quest. You will be a member of a party of 12 people on an expedition to the Library of Souls, in Ice Meadow. Please be prepared to leave within 2 days time, at sunrise, and stay for ½ -2 weeks. Further details are provided on the back of this letter. Thank you for your cooperation, Along with Queen Valentin, several other ornate signatures filled the lower half of the paper. Crossing her legs to relieve the now-moderat pressure against her bladder, Alice turned the page over. A quick scan of the text confirmed that most of the information had little meaning to her, although she recognized 3 names in addition to her own on the page; Mary Ann, Blanch, and Rosette. Turning to Misty she confirmed that the cat-girl was now awake. Misty’s eyes were wide with excitement, focused on Alice’s legs as she crossed them again. Alice was starting to regret not making a plan for how to relieve this desperation when she had the chance, as she had at some point reached a state where she couldn’t focus on finding a place to pee. “Um, where do people usually pee, if there are no bathrooms around?” Alice squeaked. “Well, there are a few ways people deal with it…” Misty awncered distractedly “Various parts of the world have different things instead of toilets. Generally, the environment will absorb most of the mess, so that's nice.” Misty remembered why Alice needed to know “ This house has a few rooms that fill that need, I can show you where they are.” Alice nodded and cautiously stood up. With her legs uncrossed, she had to clutch herself to avoid wetting herself. She must have taken off her jeans in her sleep, because she was now only in her crumpled shirt, underwear, and socks. Her shirt was long enough, so she didn’t bother putting her pants back on. Misty must have stopped at her room after showering, because she was wearing violet plaid pajama shorts and a tank top. The two girls were the only people up when they walked into the hallway. Alice really had to go, and pressed harder to keep the pee inside. Each step was more difficult than the last. Although it was a short walk, it felt painfully long. Luckily, Misty led Alice only a few yards, before stopping to open a door to an empty room covered with tiles. Alice rushed forward, virtually falling through the doorway and landing on her hands and knees. The room filled with Alice’s heavy breathing as she roughly yanked down her panties, leaving them dangling on her knees. With immense relief, Alice started to pee. She couldn’t help but groan in bliss as her inner muscles went slack and a rapid jet of urine rushed out of her bladder. In addition to her sighs of gratification, Alice could hear the conspicuous hissing of her stream, and the splashing of liquid on tile. In this position, Alice felt erent tails of urine stream down her thighs, and the flow felt stronger than it usually did. As her bladder finished emptying, she realized how embarrassing the position was: ass in the air, on her hands and knees. Turning around Alice saw Misty in similarly compromising position. Misty had thrown her shorts and panties to the corner of the room, and had a hand between her legs as she peed. The pee ebbed and flowed as Misty moved her hand, lettering across the tiles. Alice could do nothing but stare as Misty finished. Once both girls had caught their breath, they mopped up their pee with some towles stationed conveniently around the room. Alice cleared her throat, “The letter I was reading, it said I have to leave for a while.” Alice explained “I’ll let you see it latter, but there's something I think we should talk about...” “What?” Misty asked nervously “Um, I’m not super comfortable talking about this, but, um, how does this pee-thing work with infidelity?” Alice nervously fidgeting with the pee filled towel. “Oh, Well, it varies…” Misty said not wanting to be the one to first encourage non-exclusivity for the fetish. There was an awkward silence, then Alice spoke “Well, I’m fine with whatever, but I personally don’t usually find pee that exciting unless it's my own, or yours.”Alice blushed “But I get that you do, and as long as you aren’t touching anyone else, I think I’ll be fine with it.” Alice suddenly looked up “Just don’t go back to doing those weird schemes again.” “Oh yeah, those.” Misty commented “That's fine, I stopped doing that once I met you” the cat-girl smiled. Relieved to have that conversation over with, Alice followed Mity to a swirling basin of clear water. They dropped their towels in, and watched them swirl around for a moment, before Misty pulled them back out and hung them on a drying rack. “The water flows right down to the garden, preserving the energy of the Divine Stream of Wisdom without leaving a mess.” the Princess explained. Smiling, they parted as Alice went to pack for her trip.
Thank you all so much for being so understanding. I'll probably just keep posting the new story here, but I'll be sure to mention if I start a separate board. Most of the events in the first story happened, excluding the final chapter. I'm really looking forward to writing. Thanks again for the support-SomeGirl.Alice through the Bathroom Mirror Chapter 1: Alice’s brow furrowed slightly in concentration, as she tried to focus on neatly winding the woolen yarn into a ball. The focase helped her ignore her uncomfortable position on the floor. Alice was hunched over the hardwood, only a thin pillow cushioning her knees, because the house she was in had no furnishings. Blanche had brought her, Mary Ann, and Rosette along with her to her new residence, The Cottontail Manor. The mansion had fallen into disrepair over the past 20 years, and Blanch had decided to restore it. Blanche seemed very dedicated to fixing the house, and it already looked far better than the empty building they saw when they first arrived. The dust had been so thick, Mary Ann had sent for two additional maids to help with the restoration. The two new maids kitten-girls were sisters; Snowdrop, 17; and Onyx, 16. Snowdrop was currently polishing through the old silverware they had found in the attic. Her quite, meticulous nature was well suited for the task. As for her sister, she was sorting through the other boxes they had found. Alice was brought out of her focase by a noisy clamor at the doorway. Onyx tumbled into the room holding a noisily rattling stack of ornate boxes. “Alice, I found something that might help you with the yarn!” Onyx exclaimed as she kneeled down and started opening boxes. “Here are some pretty thimbles, and some buttons, and some needles, and I’m not sure what these are, but we have them…” the breathless kitten listed, accidentally overturning a box of thimbles with her gesticulations. “These are very nice, but why would they help me wind yarn?” Alice inquire politely. “They're sewing stuff, so I thought….” she trailed off “...Maybe if you use one like this…” she continued, grabbing the yarn Alice had been winding and trying to string it through a needle. “I don’t think that’s necessary.” Alice commented, turning to put the scattered thimbles back into their box. “Thank you for trying, but-” Alice stopped short. In the 15 secondes Alice had been turned away, Onyx had not only unwound the yarn entirely, but somehow had tangled her entire body in it. Alice was almost impressed with how thoroughly the other girl had bound herself on accident. “I can’t get out” Onyx stated simply. Alice sighed and started to untangle her. The knots were surprisingly complex, requiring Alice’s undivided attention. This was made more difficult by Onyx’s squirming. “Umm, Alice…’ Onyx murmemered “I’m sorry, but could you please just cut them, I think there are some scissors in one of the boxes, I really, really need to get out.” Onyx squeaked. Alice understood Onyx’s needs and went to retrieve the scissors. “Sorry about this, but I really need the bathroom.” Onyx babbled nervously “ Snowdrop was hogging the toilet all morning, and I kept forgetting all afternoon.” Onyx had woken up late that morning, to find the bathroom occupied. She had planned to go after getting dressed, then after breakfast, but her sister kept visiting their shared bathroom first. Snowdrop was an indoor cat, so the previous days trip to the market had left her parched for hours. She had watched the white-eared girl pour four tall glasses of lemonade, seven glasses of water, and three cups of tea down her through the previous evening, so it made sense that she would be peeing at least once an hour. Onyx hadn’t drank more than usual, so she had let her sister go first. Her mistake had been forgetting to go next. Even once they were in different parts of the house, she kept getting distracted by her work. She was very prone to making silly bets with herself, and had decided not to budge until she had finished sorting. That was why she had been so eager to bring the sewing stuff to Alice, as she could take a pee-break on the walk back to her work. Right now though, she was painfully aware of her mistake. Her bladder was filled to the brim. Alice finally (it had actually only been 50 secondes) returned with the fabric sheers, and started cutting her legs free. Alice was careful not to nick the younger girl, but the tinny shocks from the cold metal against her thighs had Onyx fighting to keep her hold her pee. The promise of pending relife teased Onyx agonizingly. It was suddenly too much, and a jet of pee snuck out. Onyx took a second to realize why she felt so much better, but managed to stop the flow quickly. She had left only a tiny puddle on the floor. Alice noticed her loss of control, and let go of her still bound hands. “Ok, let’s just go to the bathroom now, I’ll help you after” she explained as she helped Onyx stand. Onyx miraculously managed to hold her pee while standing, and nodded eagerly. The young girl bit her lip and pressed her thighs together tightly, as she briskly shuffled to the closest bathroom. The bathroom had two sections, an outer room with a tub and sink, and a inner room with a toilet. Alice helped the other girl straddle the toilet, so she was hovering above it with a leg braced on either side. Then, with great care, Alice reached under the maids uniform and quickly pulled Onyx’s panties down and out of the way. Onyx started peeing so quickly, a splash hit her underwear as they were being removed. Her face relaxed into an expression of bliss as her pee was finally allowed out. After six seconds of continuous urination, Alice awkwardly excused herself to the outer room, closing the door behind her. Even through the door, Alice could hear the splashing of pee hitting the toilet. Now that she thought of it, she kind of had to go to. In fact, she really wanted to pee. The more she thought about it, the worse she wanted to do it. ‘How long can one girl pee?’ Alice thought, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her bladder wasn’t even full, but the she couldn’t help but want to relive herself. As her fixaion on her bladder contiued, she lifted herself onto the counter to wait. Leaning against the bathroom mirror, she tried to think or something else. Suddenly Alice felt herself fall backwards. Before she could respond, her vision was filled with a gossamer fog. As the vision cleared, she found herself in the same bathroom, but all the furniture was reversed. Alice was so disoriented she forgot that she had wanted to pee, and stepped out into the hallway. Dealer asked me which version of Alice I was basing my story on, so I wanted to mention I was using the original book as the main template (although I mostly use a spark notes summery).
This chapter has a lot of exposition in it, so if you only want to read the omo part, skip about a third of the way down. Thank you for reading -SomeGirl Chapter 2: The hall Alice walked through seemed similar to the Cottontail Manor, but the reversal of building gave it an uncanny creepiness. Alice called out, but the entire house seems empty. Rapidly growing tired of the eerie atmosphere, Alice briskly walked to the front door. The door opened to show an expansive patchwork of green lawn and amazing gardens. Wonderstruck, Alice instinctively walked forward, allowing the door to close behind her. As the sense of enchantment faded, Alice noticed a large crowd to the side of the house. ‘Maybe they can tell me how to get home.’ Alice through, walking towards them ‘I’ve only recently become comfortable in Wonderland, I really want to get back soon’ As she enterd of the crowd, Alice realized that there was a man addressing the group. “...And as such, there has been an additional component added to the upcoming battle.” he revealed with a dramatic twirl of his hand. “The one who vanquishes the Jabberwocky shall receive the highest honors, and be granted a seat of authority in the court of their homeland.” Alice heard a murmur of excitement around her. Looking around, she noted that the everyone in the crowd was wearing either white or red garments, often in the form of armor. “And now, the moment we've all been waiting for…” he paused for drama “we declare the game to be open. Please drink your elixir and go forward.” At that remark, everyone surrounding Alice scrambled to a large fountain across from the stage. Alice was carried with the crowd and wound up dazed on the edge of the mass. As she caught her breath, she noticed a girl who seemed out of place. The girl was around her age, and tall, with a willowy build. Her skin was pale and smooth as marble, and her hair was even whiter. She noticed Alice’s gaze, and turned, revealing her opal-like eyes, framed with thick lashes. She was wearing a multi-layered white linen gown that fell to the floor, covering everything but her hands and face. Her long, wavy hair was loosely pulled back with a small pearl tiara. The monochromatic girl waved Alice to her side, and Alice found herself obliging. “With which side does your allegiance lie?” the girl asked “I don’t know what you mean.” Alice said distraughtly “I’ve somehow come from another dimension, and I just want to get back.” The other girl was remarkably nonplussed “I..see. I suppose I must introduce myself then. I am Princess Lily, heiress to the white kingdom. We are currently at the edge of my territories, so I welcome you to my homeland. I expect you shall obey our rules for your stay.” The crowd had thinned considerably, and Alice followed Lily to the fountain. Although it looked like water, the strong floral fragrance was of something else entirely. “I don’t know what the rules are” Alice sighed as Lily gathered two tall glasses from a tray nearby. “I just want to go back to wonderland” “Wonderland, hmm… I believe that there is a portal to such a world in the Queens Hall” Lily recaled. Noticing Alice’s excitement, she elaborated “The Queens Hall is only accessible when a new queen is crowned, which is only possible when someone progresses to the far end of the opposite territory. Even when the hall is opened, You wouldn’t automatically be called to attend, so it might not work to just wait.” Alice wordlessly accepted this as an inarguable truth, having learned better than to question it. Lily continued “The best way to guarantee access, would be to enter the game, and become a queen.” Lily declared “All you must do to participate is drink a glass of elixir from this fountain.” Alice was determined to return to her friends, and filled her glass. Not giving herself time to think, she downed the glass in one go. The liquid was actually quite pleasant, with a mild sweetness and strong floral notes. As she lowered her glass, noticing Lily was daintily sipping her own, Alice noticed a strange floaty feeling overtaking her body. “I’ve heard this happen the first time you try the elixir.” murmured Lily, as she staggered to a nearby bench. Alice joined her in getting her bearings. “So this is the first time you’ve taken part in…” Alice trailed off “The Grand Game, and yes, it is my first attempt at becoming queen.” Lily explained. At that moment a strange expression flitted across her face. Alice was about to ask what was wrong, when she felt her own brow furrow. The strange sensation had suddenly shifted through her body, and settled in her already-half-full bladder. Glancing at Lily, she could detect similar reaction. “Um, Lily, did we just drink a diuretic?” Alice gestured to the now empty glasses Lily was sitting with her thighs firmly pressed together, staring down at her knees with a somber expression. All at once, her head snapped up, meeting Alice’s eyes, and her formerly inflexible features shattered into a look of panic. Although her legs were still locked together, her lower body was now trembling. “A-Alice. I require your assistance.” Lily whimpered, twisting fistfulls of her white linen skirt restlesly. “I assure you you will be sufficiently rewarded for your service” she added desperately. Alice glanced around, her older-sister reflexes surfacing, and quickly compiled a list of options. “Can you make it to the house?” she briefly wondered if that would be considered trespassing, but figured that sovereign rulers had special privileges. Lily stiffly nodded. Bracing her hands on the side of the bench, she awkwardly hoisted herself to her feet. Lily could feel the troublesome weight of her affliction shift inside her bladder as she moved. Alice was already standing, shifting her weight slightly from foot to foot. Following Alice, Lily started down the garden path. The walk was short, but it took more time as Lily took slow, even steps the whole way. Strange as it may sound, she was actually unfamiliar with the sensations she was now experiencing. Her mother had always been overprotective, and she had rarely left the restroom-filled palace grounds. Her life had been so dull, she never had much reason to put off using the toilet. So the sudden pressure in her bladder was very jarring for her. She could never remember a time where she had wanted for a private restroom. This brought a worry to her mind, as she and Alice reached the door. Would it be indecent to relieve herself in the company of another. She hoped this house didn’t have stalls. Looking up, she noticed Alice was fiddling with the doorknob. Alice swore under her breath, before turning to Lily. “It’s locked.” she stated simply Lily couldn’t think of a response. “We could go look for another bathroom. Or…” Alice trailed off, gesturing towards the garden. Lily was unclear what she was pointing too, but a sudden cramping in her bladder wiped all other thoughts from her mind. Instinctively, her hands moved help hold back the flood. To her surprise, her hands lessened the desperation she felt. “Let’s look for another bathroom” Lily said with renewed confidence. The two girls made there way down the steps and along the path. Suddenly, Lily’s hands stopped consoling her bladder. The intensity of her need stopped her dead in her tracks. “Oh, ohh, Alice! I need to use a toilet right now!” Lily demanded “It’s fine, it’s fine. You can just go in the garden.” Alice commented. Lily looked around “But there are no bathrooms here. How do I relieve myself here?” Alice was surprised by this question “Just get your clothes out of the way, squat down, and pee. Also, try to find somewhere others won't see...” she explained. Lily was still confused, so Alice glanced around. There weren’t really any areas that provide enough cover, so she led Lily to a large trellis covered in wisteria. “Go behind this and, I’ll stand here to block the view.” Alice offered Lily eagerly rushed past the trellis. ‘So I just remove my clothes, and squat down?’ she thought as she removed the first of several layers of her skirt. Alice shifted her weight back and forth impatiently. Why was Lily taking so long. She could still hear the rustling of her skirts, meaning that Lily hadn’t even started peeing yet. Alice had to go too, but she had promised to stay where she was until Lily finished. Alice pressed her thighs together as Lily finally removed the final layer of fabric. Alice’s bladder throbbed as she heard the conspicuous sound of liquid spouting onto the ground. Lily was had yet to realize how loud her hissing and splashing stream was, and bit her tongue to prevent any groans from escaping. Lily would likely have been self-conscious about how loudly her pee was departing, but she was busy maintaining her balance. She wasn't used to squatting, especially not on uneven ground, and especially with both hands busy holding her skirts out of the way. She wobbled and almost lost her footing as her bladder finally reached blissful emptiness, but managed to stay upright. Now finished, she pondered the best way to stand up. Her urine had formed quite a large patch of mudd, nearly reaching benthe her shoes. Lily decided to ask an expert opinion. “Alice, how do I stand back up?” Lily called “What?” Alice asked, moving behind the trelise to see what the problem was. “Um, here.” Alice offered her hand. Lily noticed Alice’s other hand had slipped between her own legs as she accepted. But befor Lily could offer to stand by the trellis, Alice released a small sound of frustration, and liquid was suddenly running through the fingers of the hand she used to grasp herself. Lily watched as a dark spot grew across Alice’s jeans. It grew for several seconds for Lily to realize that this was the outcome of not urinating for too long. The stain stopped growing, and Alice closed her eyes in embarrassment. The two girls fell into an awkward silence for a few moments, until Lily broke it. “As thanks for your service, I will offer you some new clothing, as a token of my thanks” Lily suddenly announced, plastering of a awkward smile. “Please wait in the garden.” Lily finished through her teeth, pointing to a stone gate overgrown with flowering vines. Before Alice could comment, Lily had dashed around a corner, leaving Alice to follow instruction.
This section has been broken up into chunks, at the moment I think it will be 3 chapters. The flower-children are about the same as the versions in the previous story I wrote but I found out what types of flowers were in the original story of Alice Through the Looking Glass. Thank you for reading- SomeGirl Ch.3: Watering Flowers part.1 Alice ducked behind the flowering hedge, and silently sat down at an outdoor table tucked behind several large flower pots. Lowering her head into her arms, she tried to prepare herself for the journey home. “I should really see Celestine about how I keep jumping between worlds. I hope the others aren’t to worried.” Raising her head, she took a deep breath and concentrated on making a plan. “I suppose I shouldn’t plan to far ahead. I can’t rely on my plan holding together in a alternate universe…” “How long do you intend to sit here with that stupid look on your face?” a haughty voice suddenly snapped from Alice’s side. Alice jumped, turning her head to see a girl waist deep in a bed of hydrangeas. The girl was tall, and wore a short strapless dress and no shoes. Alice was surprised she hadn’t noticed her immediately, because her hair and dress were both a vivid orange. The stranger huffed impatiently, a sour expression twisting her darkly freckled face. “I didn’t know anyone elts was here. I’m Alice, sorry” responded the flustered Alice. “Tiger Lily” the girl introduced impatiently “And you must be a fool not to have noticed 6 other people in the garden.” she huffed. Alice scanned the area, and sure enough, 5 more girls were scattered around the garden. Each wore a short frock that matched their hair, and had no shoes on. As she met each girls eyes, they waved and greeted her. Seeing Alice’s lack of response, Tiger Lily spoke up “You clearly have no understanding of what you’ve just intruded on.” she pouted “You have wandered in at an awful time. We should be focusing on our comrades, not a silly girl who doesn't know were she isn’t wanted.” “No need to be mean, she doesn't seem so bad.” soothed Rose. “Well, it’s true!” defended Tiger Lily, turning to Alice she said “I hope you don’t expect us to stop working and entertain you.” she glared. Alice shook her head. “I can explain it, I can explain it!” Daisy chanted, looking to Mother Willow for permission. Mother Willow was the groups teacher. She was notably older than the other girls, in her late 30s. Her long green hair was arranged into dozens of small braids, and she wore a modest matching wrap skirt with a stiff cream blouse. “Alright then.” Mother Willow agreed “Everyone, please choose a section of the garden.” she directed the group. Daisy was out of her seat in a flash, and bounded to a part of the garden consisting of a flower-bed and several flower pots, both overflowing with herbs. Daisy was pettiet with light pink hair pulled into a small, bouncy ponytail. Her pale green eyes blinked beneath her large glasses, and she wore a yellow and white frock with a sailors collar. All Daisy’s classmates left the table too, and stood by a different section of the garden. Daisy reached beneath her dress as she positioned herself so she was both squatting over a bed of basil and lovage, and standing in front of a large flower pot of mint. With her skirt now held out of the way, a cool breeze brushed against her genitals. She heard Alice gasp for some reason, but the pressure flowing towards her vaginal opening and down her penis was too great to care. She had been preparing for the event all morning, drinking cup after cup of specially brewed tea, and now her ‘test-anxiety’ had it all pressing against her urethras. She had probably drank more than everyone but Rose and Larkspur, about 7 liters in total. The closest thing to a pee break she had allowed herself was a single bi-hourly spurt she had released once they got to the garden 4 hours ago. Reviewing her stance one last time, she braced her legs, positioned her penis and relaxed her nether muscles. Two strong jets of urine immediately rushed out. Daisy couldn’t let herself get distracted by relife, she had to remember to aim into the mint leaves. Even using both streams wasn’t leastining the pressure noticeably, she still felt full. The sound of her own stream hissing onto the leaves combined with the sounds of her classmates relieving themselves. Daisy finally started to feel the relief, rather than just hearing it, as the stream gradually became less forceful. She pushed her glasses back into place, and glanced at her friends. Daisy hadn’t expected Violet to do particularly well, and her concerense were now proven to be justified. As her felt the last spurts leave her bladder, she shouted corrections at her underachieving classmate. Violet huffed as she gave into her pushy friends ‘helpful hints’ and dragged herself into a standing position. Violet had just sat down, and now she had to stop mid-stream. But it wasn’t really worth putting up with Daisy’s griping. Violet was short, with a plush figure. Her muted gold eyes were sleepy as ever, and her short dark purple curls fell across her face in a perpetual state of bed-head. She wandered over to a line of pansies, and lifted up her tee-shirt dress. Violet would always prefer to be sleeping, and hated getting up at night. This was most likely the reason for her excellent holding skills, that had let her walk over unleaking. With her dress out of the way, she didn’t even bother to open her legs or hold her peinis, just let natuer take its course all over the flower bed. If Daisy was objecting to this too, Violet couldn’t hear it. She barely felt the pee flowing to the flowers, one stream running through her thighs on the way, one splattering against her big toes on occasion. As she felt the flows dwindle, she glanced around to find a place to lie down after she finished. Deciding on a wooden bench as she shook her self off, the other pee would be washed off when they got to the house, Violet disinterestedly noticed Rose chiding Tiger Lily.
Ch.4: Watering Flowers pt.2 “Tiger Lily. Be careful not to get any on me.” warned Rose as she got into position. Tiger Lily just glared at the girl who had chosen to work so close by. Tiger Lily’s most noteworthy physical characteristic was her hair: long, orange feathered tresses fanning out around her face and shoulders, with two small braids hanging next to her temples. Her red-brown eyes were set on the her darkly freckled face. Tiger Lily had been hoping to get some space to relive her aching bladder, but Rose had chosen to take care of the water garden right next to her flowering trees. Why she had done that was a mystery to Tiger Lily, as Rose definitely knew the risks involved. Tiger Lily would have moved, but she simply couldn’t wait any longer. Tiger Lily didn’t even think she could turn away from the other girl without losing controle, so she got her skirt out of the way, opens her legs, and took aim. Tiger Lily wasn’t particularly shy about urination, at least not when everyone else was doing it too. Her problem was that she had never once been able to pee neatly while standing upright. Rose had used a urinal beside her once, on a class trip, and Tiger Lily had somehow managed to splash her cheek. Even then, she hadn’t been holding as much pee as she was now. But it was far too late to deal with it now, Tiger Lily’s bladder was going numb, She had to go so bad it burned. Tiger Lily couldn’t force herself to relax, but it hardly mattered at this point. Relife was coming regardless of her thoughts on the matter. One of Tiger Lily’s arms shot out to steady herself against a tree, while her other hand kept its grip on her penies, as two hard streams sprayed onto the roots beneath her. Tiger Lily felt like a double-sided fire hydrant, gushing violently out from both ends, one torrent being channeled through a hose. Her mind went blank, not even noticing if Rose was getting a watering herself. The two powerful streams were difficult for Tiger Lily to controle under the best of circumstances, and with her weakened balance, they were splattering all around her. As her internal water levels lowered to a reasonable level, she realized just how loud her pee was. The hissing would be loud enough to hear half a mile away. Additionally, the ground and trees around her were dappled with a chaotic pattern of dopplets. She could even feel drips fall on her from the branches above her head, and she was standing in a huge puddle of mudd. Painting as her stream finished, she stumbled to the patio table. Her dress was dotted with drops of urine, soaked in some places, as was her hair. She caught her breath and got her berings strait. Now composed, she turned to check on Rose. Tracing her own wet foot prints back to the grove, she was shocked to see Rose completely soaked. She couldn’t have splashed her that much, right? To Tiger Lily’s relife, she realized that Rose was pulling herself out of the pond, with the help of Mother Willow. Tiger Lily was perplexed as to when Rose had fallen in. Rose was buxom with a sweet smile. Her intricately layered haircut was peach-colored at the roots, but shifted to cream by the tips. She had hazel eyes and enviably smooth skin. The low-cut dress she wore featured a precisely layered multi-tier skirt. Rose had started the started the session by perching at the edge on a small pond of miniature water lilies. Her thighs were clasped firmly together, as she couldn’t allow any more leaks at this point. Although Rose had been drinking even more tea for the last few hours, she had been able to manage her urge to pee through dozens of tiny spurts. But in this squatting position, she doubted that another leak could be cut off. Not wanting to waste any more urine, she prepared her internal muscles, and pushed her pee out in two arches. The sound of her streams hitting the water rang through her ears, even with Tiger Lily hissing away behind her. Sweet relief at last. Unfortunately, Rose would have to stop mid-stream, and tend to the other parts of the garden. Although soil would carry the nutritious fluid across most parts of the garden, the contained bodys of water would have to be tended to individually. Thighs pressed together, Rose carfullely stood up, and hobbled over to the aquatic container gardens a few meters away. Rose eagerly stopped at the closest of the 2 remaining basins, filled with blooming water violets. She had to grip herself with one hand, alternitly pressing against her slit and squeezing her penis to stem the tide, as she pulled herself onto the rim of the pot. She managed to squat over the flowers and aim, before she lost control for the second time. She could see two trails of yellow wind down through the submerged stems, before vanishing into the water. Peeing felt even better this time, but she was again forced to stop herself. A in-ground water body, like the pond she just tended to, might be able to handle a surplus of nutrients, but the smaller buckets require specific amounts. Using both hands to maintain the water-tight seal within her, she struggled over to the final pot and paused. She would need both hand to pull herself into a squat over the pot of fairy moss, but she seriously doubted she could spare the effort. Writhing in place, she tried and failed to reach a satisfactory solution. As a tiny splash of warm liquid slipped into her palm, she realized the only course of action. Turning her back to the pot, she canted her hips backwards. Her butt and hips were now submerged, being tickled by the tiny, floating ferns, and she released a massive wave of warmth into the cool water. Rose moned in relief, and relaxed against the rough stone rim, until Mother Willow shook her shoulder. Rose realized her mistake, and forced herself to stop peeing, though it took great effort. Why hadn’t she done the pond last, so she could pee whatever she had left into it. Mother Willow helped her out of the fairy moss pot, and into a standing position. Rose had no thoughts in her mind, as she blindly raced to the pond. Just as she approached, she felt a trickle run down her leg. She was so distraught at the sensation, that she didn’t realize Tiger Lily had soaked the area around the pond. The moment Rose realized this, she was already flying into the pond. The shock of being suddenly underwater was contrasted by the mind-numbing feeling of relief Rose felt, as she finally let her whole body relax. Instinctively, her head pushed above the surface, albeit with a unintentional water lily hat, and she grond blissfully. “Ahhh, finally...so much better...I can pee as much as I want too...yes, finally..Oooh” she sighed as she let nature take its course. Mother Willow was standing patiently by the edge, ready to help her out when she was ready. But until then, Rose could pee for as long as she had to.
I wrote these chapters a while ago, but was slightly unsatisfyd with them. I might rewrite latter and post them again, but for now, I'm just posting as is. Also, if anyone has any specific scenarios or overlapping fetishes, I'm always looking for inspiration. I should warn you now though, I'm not into scat stuff. It's an arbitrary place to draw a line, but I think most fetishes are somewhat arbitrary. Ch.6: The Red Queen’s Comunal Water Closet Alice was surprised to find she already felt the urge to pee again. Her jeans had barely started drying. At least the urge to pee wasn’t that bad yet. Turning to Lily to ask about possible places to pee. She noticed a look of panic in the other girls eye. Before Alice could remember what she was going to say, the Princess spoke up. “W-we will be heading to the Red Queen’s Communal Restroom. Not only will we be able to receive a fairly effective antidote for our… urinary malady, but we can use the facilities while there.” Lily was walking rather briskly and stiffly “She may even be able to help you enroll in her army, to become a pawn for one side or the other.” she finished with a small huff. Lily was somewhat aware of Alice stating her agreement, though nearly all of her focus was on tracking the water levels of her bladder. Lily couldn’t shake the feeling that she might be at risk of possibly relieving herself in her skirts again. Eventually. If her issue was not dealt with. Although her observation failed to yield significant change in the volume within her, though there was an slight increase in how quickly her bladder was filling, she felt a mounting desperation. Luckily, the Red Queen was out looking for people to bring to her communal bathroom, and came across the two girls by chance. Queen Scarlet was tall enough that her two young adult visitors looked almost childlike standing before her. Everything about her was big; her muscular libs, her full bosom and wide hips. Her complexion resembled the skin of a red apple, her eyes were like garnet crystals set beneath her strong brows. Her hair looked like polished black-cherry wood, ornately carved around her large crown. “Good afternoon.” Queen Scarlet stated “Shall I assume you young ladys are here to use my restrooms?” “...We are…” Alice hesitantly responded, having expected Lily to answer. Lily was preoccupied with her bladder, and by now even Alice was starting to feel the need to squirm. The cold damp sensation of her wet jeans was making it worse. Both girls didn’t notice that Queen Scarlet had taken their hands until they realized that they were running across the field. The Red Queen could run extremely fast, and her two companions struggled to keep up. The lawn, though well-kempt, stretched across uneven ground, josling the contents of the girls bladders. By the time they reached the building, they were both quite eager to relieve themselves. The Queen released their hands and turned to face them. “Welcome to my Comunal Water Closet, I assume you shall be respecting the educuit of the building.” Scarlet stated. Both girls nodded, legs pressed firmly together. “Please curtsy and follow me inside then.” Scarlet paused expectantly. Alice awkwardly crouched slightly, using the hem of her shirt in place of a skirt. Curtsying forced her legs too separated, and she barely stopped a leak in time. Alice couldn’t help but feel a touch of resentment at the realization that Lily was exempt from the typical greeting traditions, presumably by virtue of her royal title. In that moment, Alice couldn’t imagine any benefit more useful. The two young women maintained a firm grip between their legs, as they followed Scarlet inside the structure. The Communal restroom was elegant, both inside and out, and made heavy use of red in its color scheme. The exterior was composed of dark red stone and crimson shingles, with a large double door with stained glass windows. The inside was very roomy for a restroom, rosewood panel walls, a mosaic floor, and chandeliers of red gemstones. Toilets and urinals lined the walls, but there were no stalls too be found. The sinks were made of ornately sculpted wrought iron, with red-veined marble basins. There appeared to be a large bathing/laundry area near the lines of sinks. Additionally, there was a dressing area with dozens of mirrors. “Well, hurry up.” trilled Queen Scarlet, crossing her arms impatiently. Alice and Lily quickly shuffled to the nearest set of toilets. The lack of stalls was embarrassing already, but neither girl felt capable of moving to a further toilet. At the first toilet in the line, Alice pressed her thighs together as she undid her belt. Staring at her feet, she pulled down her jeans and panties, brisling at the uncomfortable sticky sensation. Sinking down on the toilet, Alice stared at her knees and started peeing. Lily had just removed her very complex petticoats at this point. It was strange. Her bladder wasn’t unreasonably full, but the more she thought about it, the worse she had to go. When she heard pee lapping against the toilet bowl next to her, she felt just about ready to burst. Lily’s mind was losing control over her body, and she felt a splash of warmth hit her thigh. Desperation overtook reason and Lily thoughtlessly sank onto the toilet. Lily’s bladder opened up automatically. As her gaze rested on her own legs, Lily realized her mistake. In her urgency to be seated, the Princess had forgotten to remove her underwear. Lily could only watch as a stream of golden pee shot through her silky white panties. The stream was fractured by the material, sending tiny streams of urine down her lace garter belt and sheer stockings, towards the toilet. The tinkling sound rang through the air as Lily’s mide went black. Forgetting that she was spoiling her panties, Lily was overwhelmed by relife. It actually only took about 2 seconds for her bladder to empty fully. This was surprising, because she had felt so desperate. Both girls finished peeing and stood up. Alice and Lily used the showers, and Alice changed into the clothes Lily provided. Alice chose a ivory-colored blouse, shorts with pale blue floral print, white knee-high socks and boots. Additionally, Alice grabbed white hipster panties and a seamless bra. She didn’t know who Lily had borrowed the clothes from, they certainly wouldn’t have fit the willowy girl, but she was grateful for their comparatively practical tastes. “So, what brings you two to my Restroom?” Queen Scarlet asked the now dressed girls. “We wanted to see if you had any antidote to help us with the side effects of the Elixir of Participation.” Lily answered, trying to ignore the new sensation of forgoing underwear. “Of, course.” the Queen turned to Alice “Are you a pawn of the White Kingdom?” “I’m not really sure…” admitted Alice. Lily explained her friends situation to the Red Queen. The woman nodded and busied herself retrieving the potian. “I suppose I should have explained that you would be on the White Kingdom’s team.” Lily stated, handling Alice a white canvas travel bag “This is to thank you for helping me earlier. There are clothes, some currency, a couple guide book, and a few other supplies in there.” “I’m not sure if I can accept this…” Alice offered “It is expected that each Pawn will receive compensation for their service and supplies. The clothes are the only unusual component.” Lily shrugged “The bag is magic, by the way. It can hold 5x what would be expected.” Queen Scarlet returned with two vials of red liquid. “This should greatly reduce the effects of the elixir, but may be less effective after a while. Usually, it lasts long enough for the after-effects of the Elixir to decrease.” she explained as the girls drank the liquid, Their conversation was interrupted by a small voice at the door. “Excuse me! I have a very heavy delivery!” the strained voice called. The Queen opened the door, to reveal a basket being held up by a tiny fairy. The fairy must have been struggling, as the basket was about 8x her size. The basket was immediately thrust into the queens hands. “So that’s a half dozen red velvet tea cakes with strawberry frosting, is that right?” the fairly checked in a high pitched voice. “That's right, Natalie. Are you doing deliveries all by yourself today?” Scarlet asked. “Oh dear yes,” Natalie said fluttering about the queens head as she spoke. “Everyone is so, so busy getting ready for the crowning ceremony, not that we don’t appreciate the business, of course, but I’ve had to handle both deliveries and taking records all by myself. Our temp worker had a family emergency, so I’m swamped.” She noticed the other girls in the room. “I don’t suppose either of you want a job for a few days?” she sighed. Alice was about to decline, when she realized something. She needed an opportunity to go through the guides, and make a plan. If she could stay where she worked, it might be the perfect opportunity. “I might be interested…” Alice opened. Natalie was quite open to negotiations, and the two quickly came to a mutual agreement. Alice would receive room and board in the bakery she would be helping at, and remain there for 3 days and nights. Parting ways with Lily and Hester, Alice and Natalie started off towards the townsquare were the bakery operated. Ch.7: The Peeing Habits of Looking Glass Insects Natalie was sprawled on Alice’s shoulder, giving directions and telling her about her duties in the bakery as they walked. Natalie was very tired, more from paperwork than deliveries. She needed Alice to help because filling out paperwork was exhausting when the pen was taller than you were. Natalie was about 6 inches tall, and very light. She had messy black pigtails and round dark eyes. Her outfit consisted of shorts, work boots, and a checkered shirt. Apparently, she was a gnat-fairy. Her translucent wings were saging with exhaustion. As they approached the bakery, Alice saw a group of very tall young men bustling out of the building. “Ah, here is your first job now.” exclaimed Natalie “Wait right here.” she said as she zipped into the bakery. Moments later, Natalie returned with a clipboard and pencil. Alice took the offered supplies as Natalie started to explain what she needed to do. The men outside the shop were honey-bee fairies, and Alice needed to get a full report from them about honey production. Within the bakery, the bee-men handled procuring and processing ingredients: grinding flour, stocking supplies, and of course making honey. The whole bakery had been occupied trying to get ready for the inevitable crowning ceremony, so they had to produce more that triple the honey as usual in addition to keeping more supplies stocked. Alice approached them, looking over the form. It had a brief explanation of how honey was made in this world: bee-men would use tools to extract nectar from flowers, then would use wax to form the storage units. They then had to convert the nectar to honey by hand. It seemed like a very complex process. Alice was pulled out of her reading by the sudden sound of hissing cutting through the air. Alice blinked, trying to clear her eyes, but the image before her remains just as startling. No matter how long she spent in Wonderland or Looking Glass Country, she never seemed to get used to this type of thing. That was why she couldn’t help but be shocked that all 8 of the men were now loudly urinating into a shrub less than 2 yards from where she stood, right in front of the store. Natalie saw nothing strange about the situation, and called out to the group. The men were definitely past the age to be casually peeing in a bush, at least in Alice’s homeworld, ranging from mid 20s to early 30s. They all had hair in a shade of yellow or blond, and were over a foot taller than Alice was. They were also all groaning or sighing as they relieved themselves onto the ground. The men turned their gaze to Alice and Natalie, careful to keep their streams trained on the bushes. “I’m Blain, I guess I can answer your questions…” sighed the first man to speak of the bunch. The rest seemed preoccupied with aiming the urine wildly arcing into the foliage. “I can come back later if its better.” Alice offered awkwardly averting her eyes. “No need. This is probably the best time with how busy we’ve been.” Blain shrugged, making his stream curve. “It’s usually less busy, but this time of year is always chaotic.” Alice must have looked confused, because Blain started explaining the circumstances that led to 8 grown men gathering around a bush to relieve themselves. “ Sorry that we have to hold this meeting right now. We need to make honey at a crazy rate. You understand how we got to where we are right?” he asked “Not really...” Alice answered “Oh. Well you see, we need to be constantly working on making honey, so it's necessary to take minimal bathroom breaks. There are only two bathrooms in the shop, so we usually just go outside.” Blaine elaborated. This made as much sense as it ever would to Alice, so she quickly reviewed her answers, thanked Blaine for his time, and walked away. As the hissing sounds behind her droned on, Alice realized that this was likely a omen for what she should expect for the rest of the trip.
I really, like how this chapter turned out, but it is a bit more vulgar than my usual stuff. It doesn't have a sex scene though. I'm asexual and probably won't include any explicit sex scenes by the way. I'm not an expert on AB/DL, just so you know. -Some-Girl Ch.7:Rocking Horse Flies Alice settled herself behind the bakery’s front counter to sort through recites. “Whatcha doin’?” a cute voice asked. Alice then noticed a tiny fairy-like boy sitting next to her wrist. Although the boy looked slightly older than Alice, he was wearing clothes suited to a toddler. “ I’m Hickory” the boy said realizing he had the giant girls attention. Hickory was wearing a pale blue onesie with a purple star print, and swaying slightly on a tinny rocking horse with wings. “I’m Alice, nice to meet you.” Alice replied. As she turned slightly to face Hickory, she noticed a concerning sting of her bladder. The Red Queen’s potion had seemingly worn off without her noticing, and Alice’s bladder was burning with need. “Excuse me, I’ll be right back” Alice said, wincing as she stood up, urine sloshing in her bladder. “Are-you-going potty-?-Can-I-come-?-I-gotta-go-too!” An unknown voice squeaked. Alice looked down, and noticed another rocking-horsefly next to Hickory. She was dressed slightly older, in rainbow-striped leggings, a t-shirt, a pink tutu , and cowgirl boots with matching hat. She was just as tiny as Hickory, with cute pigtails. She was scrunching her face in discomfort and squirming a lot on her rocking horse. “Hi Maple!” Hickory greeted, oblivious to the struggles of maturity, including but not limited to having to exert control over one's own bladder. “Ok. Let's go” Alice answered Maple, egare to get to a restroom herself. The two rocking-horse flies followed her, one out of a dire need to go pee, the other out of boredom. The silence was broken by Hickory. “Maple’s doing potty training now. That means she only gets a diappy at bedtime.” he told Alice. “That means she only goes pee-pee in a potty, too.” “Ooooh. Don’t talk about that now.” whimpered Maple, kicking her legs against the sides of her rocking horse. Alice cleared her throat. “Where is the bathroom, by the way?” she murmured. “Errm, we’re almost there” Maple squeaked “...gotta hold it, gotta hold it…” she mumbled to herself, one hand moving from the grips on her wooden steed to grab between her legs. They finally reached the door marked ‘Children’s bathroom’ and Maple was pressing against the door as Alice opened it. There appeared to be a wide array of diaper and toilet-training equipment, both in tiny doll sizes, and large enough to hold a human adult. Maple zipped over to her tiny training potty and jumped off her horse, a spurt of pee splashing into her tights. She had overindulged in juice, drinking 4 juice boxes (sized for rocking-horse-flies, of course) at lunch and forgetting to pee for an 2 hours. Her tights felt hot and scrachy, and her tutu was squeezing her tummy. She had that ‘I-gotta-go’ feeling her caretakers told her about, really Really bad. Grabbing her privates hard as she could, Maple made her way to the training potty step by step. She had already lost 2 potential potty-training stickers from trying to run to the potty. Maple finally reached her plastic potty and stared at it for a moment. She felt a little bit of pee wet her fingers, still grabbing between her legs, and splash down her tights. Knowing she was about to have an accident, Maple yanked her tights and undies down to her knees and slammed herself down on the potty. She started going pee pee the second her hands were removed, so her tights and undies were pretty wet, but she still was peeing in the potty. Maple swelled with pride as she heard the tingling of her pee hitting the plastic bottom of her training seat. Meanwhile, Alice was quickly spiraling to a frenzy. She had looked through the whole room, but couldn’t find a single human-sized toilet. She turned around to ask Maple, but she was busy arguing with a caretaker, seemingly about whether or not she had earned a sticker on her potty-training chart for getting about half her pee in her potty chair. “What's wrong?” chirped Maple, sitting in his slightly swollen diaper as he decided whether he needed a fresh one yet. “I can’t find any toilets big enough for me.” whimpered Alice as she jiggled restlessly. “Oh, there's one” Maple pointed to a large, blue training potty printed with cute baby ducks. “That's a training potty, not a toilet” Alice explained, fiddling with the waistband of her shorts “It's still a potty” Hickory shrugged It had reached a point where Alice had two options: Pee in her shorts like a baby, or use a training seat like a toddler. Deciding on the slightly more mature optien, Alice approached the plastic vessel. Keeping her thighs pressed tightly together, Alice carefully undid her belt, unfastened the button, and pulled down the zipper. Deciding on the best position to be in when she used the potty, she gripped the waist of her shorts and her underwear. Pulling them down to her knee, she started to arrange herself, hovering over the opening. Unfortunately, Alice had not accounted on the cool air brushing against her bear lower body, an irresistible suggestion to just let go. Alice’s legs buckled, leaving her fully seated on the potty-chair, her butt creating a seal on the too-small opening. Alice froze in shock as she felt liquid surging inside of her, although it wasn’t going to be inside even a second longer. Her back arched with the force of it, as urine hit her urethra on the way out. Alice’s eyes glazed over, and she let out a long, unlady-like groan. Waves of relief rippled through her body as she covered the bottom of the potty. Tiny beads of hot liquid were splashing against her ass and vagina as she kept going. In her delirious state, Alice barley registered that she could feel the rising water-level lapping at her nethers, until it was escaping down the sides of the pot. Finally empty, Alice regained her senses. Somewhat embarrassed, she Awkwardly stood up, trying not to drip onto her clothes, and accepted the caretakers polite offer of a roll of toilet paper and some baby wipes. She had to clean herself up before returning to work.
There is a chapter of the book called "Looking Glass Insects" that inspired this. It's definitely not this long, but I decided it would be fun to include. I Don't put too much focus on following the plot exactly. I added all these chapters because they seemed like they had good Omo potential. Thank you for reading Chapter 8: Snap-Dragonflies, Silver-Bella Alice awoke to the smell of sautéing onions, and hurried out of her white nightgown, and into the shower. Having skipped using the toilet after waking up, Alice relieved herself as she worked vanilla scented shampoo through her hair. ‘Wow, I’m glad I didn’t wet the bed!’ Alice thought as she watched the plentiful gold liquid flow down the drain, ‘but I never really had an issue with that, I guess.” Alice thought as her lengthy pee finally ended. She finished washing her hair, cleaned off her thighs, and stepped out of the shower. After dressing herself in white leggings and a white-lavender gradient tunic, Alice pulled her hair back with a lacy white ribbon, and went downstairs for breakfast. The Bread-and-Butterflies had made a quiche filled with sautéed onions and spinach, served with apple scones, chicken sausage, and coffee. Alice slipped into an empty seat, and eagerly filled her plate. “Good Morning Alice” Natalie greeted after breakfast, “Today, I need you to compile the new designs for next quarters products. You’ll need to talk to each Snap-Dragonfly that submitted a new type of pastry or cake.” Natalie handed Alice some forms and buzzed off to her next job. Alice scanned the list of names, and turned to the first form. It was a beautiful fairytale castle made of sponge cake, whip cream, and fresh berries, with dainty patterns drawn in dark chocolate. Snap-dragonflies were slightly smaller than a Barbie doll, with iridescent wings. They all wore gorgeous, shimmering outfits in vivid colors. They resembled Christmas ornaments Alice asked a passing rocking-horsefly, and was pointed towards a young woman fluttering away from the kitchen area. Silver-Bella had a lustrous silver braid adorned with miniature jingle bells, grey-green eyes, and a youthful. Her silver empire-waist mini-dress barely reached her mid-thigh. “Hi, I need to run over your ‘Berry-tale castle’ cake design, do you have a minute.” Alice was surprised at how nervous Silver-Bella looked at the question. “Oh, okay.” Silver-Bella agreed, perching on an overturned measuring cup and crossing her legs. “What did you need to ask about.” she forced a courteous smile. “...so the sponge cake would need to be made ahead.” Silver-Bella finished the explanation, after almost 20 minutes. Alice had noticed her discomfort at the start of the conversation, but had initially attributed it to working with a stranger. But as the meeting continued, she just seemed to become even more restlessness. Silver-Bella expressed her distress in subtle ways, but more and more frequently. She kept pursing her lips, shifting in her seat, and rearranging her legs. It was fairly clear by the end that the young lady needed to take care of a personal matter. Alice was about to say goodbye, and let Silver-Bella resolve whatever needed resolving, when Silver-Bella toppled off her makeshift chair. She stayed collapsed on the ground, writhing and trembling. Alice cleared her throat. “Do you need to use the bathroom? I can take you, if you need me to.” she offered in a whisper. Alice held out her hand to ferry the tiny woman to relief. Silver-Bella slowly drew herself into a hunched standing position, hands clasped between her quivering thighs, took a deep breath and nodded. She gingerly climbed onto the offered hand, and sunk into a rigid kneel. She braced herself as the hand lifted, managing to prevent any urine from sloshing out. Silver-Bella was the youngest of the recent hires, only 18, and constantly tried to prove her competence with varying degrees of success. Despite being very skilled for her age, and a hard worker, she often found her attempts to prove herself backfiring. She had been so focused on getting to work, she had forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving her home. “Um..Alice? Your -Ooh-going the wrong way…” Silver-Bella fretted. “Aren't the bathrooms over there?” Alice pointed to the clearly marked door a few yards away. “T-the snap-dragonflies only use the toilets -Ooh- in our homes.” she said between ragged breaths. The Snap-dragonflies lived in Christmas boxes, arranged in a sunny room above the shop. Her silver-with-pink-flowers home, like every house in the neighborhood, was equipped with a private bathroom. Unfortunately, Silver-Bella had been so rushed to get to breakfast, that she had forgotten to use her bathroom that morning. By the end of breakfast, her bladder was bursting at the seams. Alice had stopped her as she was trying to sneak back home for a few minutes. As she wanted to be professional, she endured her discomfort through the meeting. A sharp ache in her bladder forced her to accept that she wasn’t going to make it home, and would have to use her last resort option. “...A-Alice. I’m- sniff- not going to make it” she whimpered, looking up with teary eyes “....Just stop at the window, please” she pointed to the nearby window “Are you sure? It's not much farther.” Alice asked gently Silver-Bella nearly started sobbing “I NEED TO GO NOW, I’M ABOUT TO WET MYSELF!” she shouted Alice immediately nodded, realizing how desperate her passenger truly was, and stopped next to the open window. Setting Silver-Bella down, she watched to make sure she was alright. The second Silver Bella was on the windowsill, she was whipping her dress off, hopping around and squirming the whole time, and dropping it on the sill. She then yanked her panties down and removed her shoes, leaving her fidgeting in just a bra. Using one hand to hold back the flood, she rushed into the flower-filled window box. The cold air brushing against her intimate region and the anticipation of being moments away from relieving herself, made her giddy. She gripped the stem of tulip and crouched down using the shorter flowers as cover. Once she had squatted down, she allowed her bladder to relax. A powerful, searing jet of urine immediately shot into the soil. It seemed her bladder was as eager to be free of urine as she was, as she felt it contract, causing her to urinate even harder. Her eyes were glazed over as she hosed down the roots of the flower. As her stream dwindled and died, she realized that both her feet were pressing into the now soggy, squishy potting soil. She turned her blushing face to Alice who was waiting for her on the other side of the window. “I’m going to go wash up.” Silver-Bella said “Would you please not tell anyone about this?” “Of course not.” reassured Alice. Silver-Bella thanked her, and headed to the fairy-showers. With some luck, she would be back before anyone wondered where she was. Ch. 9: Bread-and-Butterflies On Alice’s final day working at the bakery, she was mostly wandering from shelf to shelf taking stock. While walking around the store, she kept passing a small, dollhouse-like building on a wide table, always with a line of Bread-and-Butterfly fairies out the door. When Natalie came to check her progress, Alice asked about it. “Oh, That’s their bathroom.” Natalie responded “You see, Bread-and-Butterflies only consume weak tea with cream, and a lot of it at that.” Alice noted the anxiose expression on most of the faces in line. “Anyway, they need a bathroom really close to the kitchen, because flying makes it hard to control their bladders. Unfortunately we could only fit about 6 stalls and 4 urinals.” Natalie explained before hurrying back to work. Madeline was a Bread-and-Butterfly girl, with wings made of french bread. Craning her neck once again, she chewed her lip at how much longer the line was. She was now 12th in line, after waiting 30 minutes already. She fiddled with her skirt, one leg wound around the other, trying to distract herself. Although this happened nearly every day, she couldn’t help but be nervous. Actually, maybe waiting in line every day was the reason she was so anxious; she knew how often something delayed the line. ‘There was the time 2 of the toilets got clogged…’ She pressed her legs together tighter at the thought. That day had brought her deep seated resentment towards men (and women who could use urinals) to the surface. Despite her efforts, Madeline was unable to use a urinal. Her stream was simply to weak, so more ended up on the outside of the urinal than in it. By the time 3 more people came and went, leaving Madeline on the threshold of entering the building, Madiline felt a small, hot trickle escape into her panties. Pressing her legs tighter together, she hobbled through the doorway as another person left. Madeline was now using her hands to hold back the flood, as she stepped through the doorway. Even though she was in the restroom building, there were still three people in front of her. She glanced around, just in time to watch the door to last available stall slide closed. All the urinals were occupied too, leaving Madeline and the three fairies before her shuffling awkwardly in line. As Madeline waited, she became increasingly aware of the sounds reverberating through the room. Her bladder twinged at the splashing and hissing emanating from every possible angle. The seconds crawled by, and the noises seemed to grow louder and louder. By the time one of the stalls opened and she moved forward in the line, Madeline was twisting and hopping from foot to foot. Time was certainly slowing down, at least as far as Madeline could tell. It seemed like full minutes of silence before she heard the stall’s new occupant start peeing. The echoes of others relieving themselves sent an intense jolt of urgency down Madeleine’s spine.She rushed to grip herself as a fluttering sensation tickled the walls of her overburdened bladder. The tickley, prickly heat grew to engulf her bladder, making her legs tremble. Her lower body locked in place around a reservoir of urine. She couldn’t move her inner muscles anymore, even as the urine started to In that instant, Madeline came to a realization: It didn’t matter how soon the stall doors opened. She simply couldn't hold it an instant longer. The prickly feeling in her bladder advanced to her urethra. Madeline felt oddly detached from her physical body, all her focus being on the pee flowing down her legs. She felt like the small tranquility fountain her sister kept on her desk. Like a motionless arrangement of rocks beneath a continuous cascade of liquid. She certainly felt soothed by the warm liquid pouring down her thighs and pooling beneath her feet. At some point, Madeline realized she should step out of the line, and moved just as a stall door opened for the next person in line. Relaxing, Madeline stood to the side until her bladder emptied. Given the situation of Bread-and-Butterflies, no one would really care that Madeleine had wet herself, as most did a few times a year. Shrugging her shoulders, she went to inform her supervisor that she needed a break to clean herself up.
Katya is a cute blond girl with dark eyes. She is pretty curvy, and very elegant. That day she was wearing a nice and beautiful blue dress. Katya was part of a hiking group. There were maybe 25 people, and every two weeks or so, they would rent a small bus and go to a new place to walk in the forest. That day, the group decided to go to a place pretty far. The bus ride would be about 2 hours. After breakfast, Katya walked to the meeting point to take the bus since it was not far from her home. She soon realised that she forgot to go to the bathroom this morning, since she was running late. When she arrived there, she thought about going to a nearby bathroom, but the group was already waiting for her, and she didn't want everyone's attention to be on her going to the bathroom. Anyway, she didn't even feel a strong need to go. The trip started pretty well. She even decided to take a small nap. A few minutes later, she woke up, and the first thing she realised was that her need to pee increased quite a lot. It was not yet something to worry about, but it was definitely more present, and she was afraid of how the trip would continue since they were only gone for 20 minutes. She talked to a friend in order to distract herself from her need. It worked for a while, but her bladder became more and more imposing. Up to a point where she felt an ache in her lower abdomen. It was pretty annoying at first, but eventually, it became truly painful. She crossed her legs, but tried to do it casually so that the person she was talking to would not realise the urgency of her need. She still said: "Are we going to go to the bathroom before the hike? I kinda need to go". To which her friend answer: "Sure, we'll be there in about 45 minutes". Katya then decided to stop talking so that she could use all her focus on clenching her legs. A few times, she even had to push her crotch a little bit to ease her slowly but surely growing need. When they arrived, Katya got out of the bus, and looked around to quickly spot the nearest bathroom.To her surprised (and horror), she didn't see any human construction whatsoever; the place was a lot more natural than she expected. Her bladder was now screaming. She could feel the big quantity of water in her stomach begging to get out. All of a sudden, the group decided to start the hike. The person she was talking to totally forgot about the need of her friend. She had difficulty walking since she was only focusing on not peeing. Every few minutes, she had to stop and cross her legs very tightly. She looked around for a place to pee secretly. There was a small tree density, so she would have to go very far not to be seen relieving herself. Also, she would have to explain to the group why she was leaving the path. After what seemed like an eternity, the hike was over. At this point, Katya felt like crying. The huge ball in her lower stomach was now excessively painful. Her only wish right now was to find a place to empty it. She proposed to go back immediately. The group wondered why she was in so much hurry, but still accepted. Inside the bus, Katya immediately sat down and crossed her legs very tightly. She put one hand below her butt to exert an upright pressure on her crotch. It helped quite a lot. A big part of the pain disappeared and she let out a small moan. This trick didn't work for very long, though, and the need to pee made a comeback, twice as strong. It came to a point where the pain was almost unbearable, and she started to fidget quite a lot. Every ounce of effort was focused on trying no to pee herself. She didn't know what to do but try to hold her pee in for as long as she could. The journey back was long and painful. She shifted her position so many different times, but couldn't find one where she was not in absolute agony. She was now dreaming of the moment she would be able to simply relax, and let go this huge amount of water. Her pelvic muscles were very tired, but she hold on. She was wondering how long she could be able to continue like that. Finally they arrived. Katya quickly said goodbye to everyone and hurriedly started walking towards her house. She was hesitating between stopping to cross her legs very hard, and hurrying which would raise the risk of her wetting herself. She did a hybrid version: walking fast when possible, and stopping when she could feel her pee was very close to the "exit". She almost lost it when she saw her home. She had to hold with both hands for a good ten seconds in order to regain control of her body. When she arrived at her door, she noticed that a miracle happened: she did not lock it this morning when she was hurrying. She sprinted towards the bathroom, and barely had time to pull up her dress and pull down her panties. She was now peeing full force in the bathroom. It felt so good to let go this long held pee. It was so pleasant to finally not have to hold in this waterfall. She exhaled a long moan while letting go this huge weight she has been carrying during the whole day. Two very long minutes later, she was done peeing. She got up and took a well deserved rest.
The train's air conditioning softly blew, cooling the interior of the train to bearable levels in the midsummer heat. To most commuters, this cool breeze was a welcome addition, an escape from the soaring July temperatures. Many commuters were in bliss, though some had wished that the air conditioning were cooler. One girl, however, cursed its existence as she silently shivered in her seat. Her petite, slim frame huddled beneath a large, black track jacket that was draped around her body, covering her like a wearable blanket burrito. Her head was tilted downward and her jet-black bangs fell over her eyes. Beneath the curtain of hair, her hazel eyes stared downward at a large gym bag, which sat atop her lap, as if afraid to make eye contact with other people. Masumi knew, however, that she wasn't shivering from the cold. Her hands, hidden beneath her jacket, had fallen in-between her legs, and was applying pressure towards her urethral area. She regretted many things. She regretted overestimating her bladder capacity, and deciding to catch her current train, rather than take a bathroom break and miss the train. She regretted sleeping through her alarm, causing her to be late for swim practice and subsequently rush to the swimming complex, forgoing a bathroom break in the process. She regretted signing up for the swim club's summer training in the first place, as she wouldn't be in this situation had she done otherwise. Masumi helplessly sighed as she slid her palms beneath her school skirt, clutching her crotch from beneath it. The skintight one-piece training swimsuit that she had worn underneath her clothes constricted her pelvic region, further worsening her predicament, though the exerted pressure against her crotch momentarily brought some relief. She was honestly surprised at how fast and how much her urge grew since leaving the house, and was relieved that her jacket and gym bag were disproportionately large; this gave her ample room to discreetly hold it in - the train was rather empty, but there were still people inside, and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of them. The train soon reached Kitamoto station. A handful of people begrudgingly left the train into the sweltering heat of the unairconditioned station, while another handful rushed in to savour the cool air, balancing it out. Masumi strongly considered taking a bathroom detour here, but calculated that it'd likely be faster if she stayed in the train and waited till she got to her destination, and used the bathroom there - she was running late, after all. The doors stayed wide open for a minute, allowing late commuters to catch the train, though Masumi felt like it was challenging her to get off. She stayed in her seat, and watched the doors close in, only to regret her decision as the train accelerated. Getting from Kitamoto to her destination, despite being merely ten minutes, turned out to have been the most agonizing ten minutes of her life. In this timeframe, she began to break out in mild perspiration, as her bladder exponentially expanded. Every stop in-between caused her to die a little bit inside, fidgeting in desperation as she silently judged everyone for taking their time. Her spandex underwear pressed against her bladder, causing her to spurt a few times, and her expression changed from worry to fear when she felt the lycra moisten up and become slippery. Her grip onto her crotch tightened, and her toes curled up underneath her trainers as she focused all her energy to her nether regions. Soon, the train reached Fukiage station. The train slowly came to a halt and the hydraulic doors opened, in a process that appeared to have taken an eternity to Masumi. Slinging her gym bag around her left shoulder, she took off out of the train carriage, analyzing each and every sign for one that directed her to the bathrooms. Her situation had become dire, and she needed to waste as little time as possible. Navigating the layout of the station (and leaking along the way), she finally made it to the bathroom. Rushing into a vacant stall, she threw her gym bag onto a door hook and tore her jacket off. She proceeded to yank her skirt down, revealing the sky-blue swimsuit she wore underneath, stained turquoise at the crotch and forming a cameltoe. Jamming her thighs together, she frantically engaged herself in the painstaking task of unbuttoning every single button of her school blouse. On the third button, however, she froze dead in her tracks, and her hands fell as a familiar and dreaded warmth began to spread through her groin. The warmth flooded through her swimsuit, and spilled onto her legs, thawing it from its frozen position. Masumi quickly sat onto the toilet to prevent a mess, saving her socks, shoes and the floor. She pushed against her bladder in a bid to empty it quicker, and stood up once the flood receded. Surveying the damage, she found a giant turquoise stain, which stretched from the top of the gusset on the front, and traveled up the stitching on the back, fully soaking her butt and crotch. There was no way that Masumi could hide her accident, but she wasn't about to turn up to training with a giant wet spot either. Unzipping her gym bag, she rummaged through her belongings, hoping to find her underwear. It then hit her like a freight train - running late, she hastily threw in clothes into her gym bag, but forgot to throw in any underwear! Furthermore, her current underwear was her swimsuit, meaning she didn't bring any underwear at all! She slammed her forehead onto a cubicle wall in rapid succession at her forgetfulness, frightening the occupant on the other side of the wall. She croaked out an apology as another flood started - this time, on her face. Wiping away the tears, she figured that crying wasn't going to solve anything, and wicked away as much liquid as possible from her crotch, buttoned her shirt back up, and pulled her skirt over the accident scene. There was still a bus ride she had to take, and she still had to walk the remaining distance, a grand total of at least fifteen more minutes walking around wet, in public no less. She sighed in dread as she made her way out of the bathroom. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- My first submission to this part of the forums in a while. Hopefully it isn't too bad; feedback is greatly appreciated!please be gentle on me
Guess I'm continuing this.holds breath ------------------------------------------------ Embarrassment was too weak a word to describe the feeling that coursed through Masumi's mind as she boarded the bus. Deflecting eye contact with the bus driver, she hurriedly scanned her IC on the sensor, and took off in what can only be described as an awkward brisk walk toward the back of the bus, which was less densely populated with commuters. Finding a seat at the rear corner, she placed her gym bag on the seat, and carefully aligned her skirt with the bag, ensuring that her urine-soaked swimsuit only made contact with the black, waterproof sack. Squishing the excess air out of the bag, she balanced herself the seat, and shifted her focus on the view outside. The air-conditioned atmosphere found its way under her skirt and tickled her damp crotch, distracting her from thinking about anything other than her predicament.Masumi was no stranger to going in her clothes, and being in the swim club meant that her suit was probably subjected to an equal amount of urine as chlorinated water and perspiration. This was especially so, given the tough training routine that the club had that resulted in a lack of breaks, the strict coaches that enforced said routine, and the difficulty that came along with using a toilet wearing a one-piece swimsuit. Most of the time, right there and then was the only option available, as nobody dared to interrupt. Because of all this, wetting herself was something she had gotten used to, and even began to secretly enjoy. In fact, since joining the team, she had lost count of the number of times she had had an accident, sometimes even when dry or in proximity of her friends and club mates.Ideally, this meant that she should be fine with walking around soaked. However, as this was the first time that she had done so in public, this turned out to not be the case. Further compounding the problem, she had wet herself in a dry swimsuit, without a means to rinse off, and by herself with nobody even remotely familiar, let alone someone she was comfortable with, and all these factors ended up troubling her to no end. She could only hope the smell associated with urine hadn't plagued the entire bus as she hopped off a few stops later, silently apologising for it in her head. With the thought of stench still prominently lingering in her mind, she took a detour to a nearby FamilyMart, and purchased a bottle of scented lotion, and four bottles of mineral water with it, though the thought of placing that anywhere near her mouth was unthinkable at this point. She lathered a small amount on her thighs and forearms, masking herself with the scent of aloe vera extract, before hurriedly heading off.She made it to the pool exactly ten minutes late. To make matters worse, it was Coach Kitada's turn to coach. Amongst all the coaches in the swim club, Coach Kitada was the strictest by a mile. His gruff and hoarse voice, from many years of coaching, resembled sandpaper rubbing being amplified through a megaphone. His drill sergeant, no-nonsense attitude meant that any nail that stuck out, technique or behavior-wise, would be swiftly jackhammered down. His keen eye, almost always hidden behind a pair of vintage Ray-Bans, never missed anything around the pool, almost like a surveillance camera that was locked on every single student.Coach Kitada almost instantaneously caught the tardy girl — though, in her defense, she never really made an effort to hide her presence. Nevertheless, he swiftly delivered a punishment of twenty extra laps in the pool to be carried out after lessons, with a side of yelling out a lecture on punctuality at ear-piercing decibels, voice never wavering the entire time, and attracting the entire club's attention. Masumi, on the other hand, was just glad to be able to jump into the pool and finally rinse herself off. Three hours quickly passed in the midst of frantic training, swimming laps and conditioning, and the club was soon dismissed. Masumi quickly took a shower to cool herself down and almost shotgunned all her bottles of water in thirst and exhaustion. She dried herself off, changed into her school uniform, and wrapped her towel around her swimsuit and wrung it, transferring as much moisture as possible from the spandex to the towel, before hanging the former up on a rack to dry. Everyone had already changed and left, leaving her all alone inside. She lay on a wooden bench, waiting for it to dry, and soon fell asleep from exhaustion.Having not set an alarm, Masumi soundlessly slept for a longer than intended period of time, only stirring when shaken awake by a security guard, who was locking up the place. In a panic, she quickly squeezed into her swimsuit (which had fully dried by then), threw her remaining belongings into a bag, and hopped on the first bus to the train station, all the while frantically calling her mother, and informing her about her slip up. Alighting from the bus, she sped into the train station, and managed to catch one back home, right before it left. The night train, though still reasonably empty, had much more commuters on it now, leaving only standing room for Masumi. She stood by a corner, and decided to browse the web to kill time. Whilst idly swiping through her phone, however, she felt a sudden urge for the bathroom, this time even stronger than the initial wave of desperation she felt when she wet herself earlier. Unlike previously, however, her large jacket had been stuffed in her bag, and the train had started to grow crowded with people, leaving no room for her to retrieve said article of clothing. She clammed her thighs together, and gently applied pressure as her face formed a cute frown of frustration and unease. ----------------------------------------------------------- I hope these additional paragraphs were fine.once again pls be gentle I haven't really figured out how I want this to go, so I'm leaving it like this for now. You're welcome to post how you think it should end, if you'd wish. Edited September 24, 2017 by Vena Sera (see edit history)
The train idly coasted down its tracks, crossing through roads, fields and residential districts along its path. Drivers were forced to stop at intersections, as they gave way to the comparatively massive metal caterpillar, it's entrance capturing the attention of everyone in the area. Salarymen and women glared at it in annoyance, impatiently waiting for it to pas, hastily rushing across the tracks once it did, longing to find some solace from work back at their homes. An elderly man softly gazed at it as the train passed him on his leisurely stroll, reminiscing and comparing these modern trains to those he fondly remembered back when he was in high school. A group of children paused their game of tag as the train passed by, staring at the disruption in a mixture of awe and mild annoyance. At least, this was all that Masumi was able to capture as she stared out the transparent glass window. Her head faced at the window outside, as she leaned back against a plastic panel beside a row of filled seats, standing with her right foot crossed over her left. Her large gym bag was slung across her right shoulder, the cylindrical black bag itself positioned in front of her. Her right hand dug into her skirt pocket, while her left hand was hidden behind her gym bag. To the unsuspecting eye, it was just a high school girl leaning back, evidently exhausted from what could be assumed to have been physical training of some sort. Masumi, however, knew better. Though she was tired, her mind was wide awake and restless. She tried her hardest to continue filling her brain with the faces, houses and cars that passed by, hopelessly trying to distract herself from thinking about her current predicament. However, all that she could focus on was her bladder, which was starting to strain under the ever-growing amount of liquid that was being built-up. Her left hand, strategically positioned in between her skirt and bag and hidden from plain sight, discreetly shifted itself beneath the waistband of her skirt, coming into contact with the skin-tight spandex underwear beneath. Sliding down the smooth material, she felt a bump around her pelvic region, almost like her bladder was swollen beyond capacity. Sighing, she turned her focus to a digital map displayed on a screen overhead, displaying the train's current location. Her destination, Omiya Station, was the very next stop. She breathed an inaudible sigh of relief, and silently prayed for the rest of her ride to go smoothly, inconspicuously grabbing herself in an effort to keep it in as the train rode over the urban street. A few minutes passed, and the train rolled into the massive behemoth of a station. Omiya served as an interchange for at least fifteen different lines plying through the Greater Tokyo area, and therefore was a stop for almost everyone on the train, Masumi included. The hydraulic doors slowly slid open, and at once people began rushing out of the train, crowding out the platform and causing a human jam. Jostling with the other commuters, Masumi managed to break through the crowd, and found herself free from the melee behind her. Her attention immediately went to the signboards above, as she obediently followed the signs that directed her to the restrooms. As she made her way into areas with lesser traffic, she managed to break into a brisk walk, speeding up her search for the corridor that led to salvation. Her bladder muscles slowly began to fail from the pressure of the swollen biological river, dripping out and getting caught in her swimsuit. In reaction, her haste increased, and she began walking even faster, in a bid to reach the restroom in time. Giddy with desperation, she began subconsciously following random signs that, unfortunately, didn't lead to a restroom, instead to random parts of the station. However, her mind too distracted at her losing battle to take notice, and she continued aimlessly walking around. Her weakened bladder muscles allowed more liquid to flow through, causing her to leak through her swimsuit. She could feel her crotch warming up slightly, and she began to panic. An observant person would probably be able to notice the slightly transparent but glossy streaks that ran down her legs, gleaming under the white LED lights of the station, as well as the droplets that were left on the ground with every step forward she took. Masumi's problem grew dire as the bathroom was still nowhere in her sight. She began to hunch over, one hand jammed between her legs. A sheen of sweat formed on her forehead, and her eyes darted around, unable to focus on anything other direction except up, hoping to find directions to the nearest restrooms. Her fidgety, restless and erratic movements caused a small stir, as other commuters began to stare at her, wondering if she was alright. Running into a crowded part of the station, she caught the attention of even more commuters with her actions. Their reactions varied; some glanced at her in pity, while others stared at her with concern, and a handful even gazed at the desperate girl in arousal as she dashed past them, fantasies about a high school student having an accident in front of their eyes running wild through their minds. However, all of them elected to avert their respective gazes and carry on their way, not wanting to trouble themselves with the responsibility of helping her out, or accidentally create a misunderstanding. In the direction she was almost sprinting toward lay a puddle of spilt water, left by a clumsy child with his water bottle. Masumi never saw the puddle, however, and ran right into it. Her right foot lost all traction, momentarily hydroplaning and causing her to slip backward. The sudden shift in weight resulted in her completely losing her balance, crash-landing butt-first onto the floor. Her skirt lifted itself up with the momentum of her fall and folded up, revealing the light blue swimsuit she wore underneath, the crotch darkened from leaking. The darkness then began to spread, a direct result of total bladder failure arising from the sudden fall. As urine began to spill out of her, she sat completely still, as if spontaneously frozen in place in shock. The transparent puddle beneath her began to grow as a familiar warm liquid mixed with the spilt water, a clear indication to the increasing crowd around her, that she didn't make it. As her bladder fully voided itself onto the floor, she made the mistake of lifting her gaze, and came face to face with an entire crowd of curious onlookers, all watching her accident unfold, but none willing to step up and help. Helpless, ashamed and afraid, these emotions soon overwhelmed Masumi like a tidal wave, breaking her down into a bawling mess on the floor. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope this continuation worked out well - I'm not really sure as to how I wanted this to go, and ended up with this.I hope it's okay don't murder me
This is my very first complete omorashi story, and actually the first story in general that I've written in months. Just as a warning, this story may not be for everyone, since both of the characters are relatively young (under 18), and I understand that some people simply aren't comfortable with that. I do very much welcome constructive criticism however, so feel free to give me any feedback you may have. Hope you enjoy! ___________________________________________________ “Caleb, wake up.” Erik said, nudging him. The younger eleven-year-old moaned in annoyance and buried his face in his pillow. “Go away,” he mumbled. “It’s a snow day.” Caleb lifted his head, looking up at him. “Seriously?” Erik smiled, moving the boy’s messy hair out of his eyes. “Yeah, but mom still had to go into work, so we got the house to ourselves.” “Not like that’s anything different,” he says as he sits up, looking out the window at the snow. “Hey,” Erik turns Caleb’s face towards him. “Stop looking so down, alright?” he says, giving Caleb a little kiss on the lips. “I can make you your favorite for breakfast if you want.” “Uh yeah, sure,” Caleb says awkwardly, blushing from the kiss. “Okay, just come out whenever you’re ready,” Erik says with a smile. After Erik left his room, he goes over to his dresser and rummages for whatever clothes he could wear. He ends up grabbing a pair of lighter blue jeans and a plain red t-shirt, although for socks he had to resort to a pair of white low-cut athletic socks that normally he would use in the summer but for whatever reason he couldn’t find any of his longer ones. Better than nothing he figured. Suddenly feeling his morning pee urge hitting him, he decides to go and use the bathroom but just as he was about to his brother calls to him that breakfast is ready. Caleb wasn’t really sure why he didn’t just take that extra minute to pee, but he figured that he could hold it. He went out to the kitchen, the delicious smell of bacon and eggs washing over him. He loved bacon and eggs. “Want something to drink?” Erik asked, holding the fridge half open. “Orange-“ he starts to say but quickly changes his mind. “Coffee.” “Coffee?” he asks, looking at Caleb in surprise. “Yeah, coffee,” he says with a nod. “I wanna try it.” “Alright, coffee it is,” he says, slightly amused that his little brother wants to have coffee. As Erik got the coffee ready, Caleb stood right beside him watching closely, wanting to learn how to make it himself. He was starting to hold his legs together a little but he felt he still had it under control. Erik finished and set the mug of coffee beside Caleb’s plate. “Now be very careful okay? It’s really hot. Let it sit for a few minutes.” Caleb gives a reaffirming smile as he sits down. “So what do you wanna do after breakfast?” Caleb looks over at him, holding a piece of bacon between his fingers. “I dunno, maybe just Netflix and chill or something?” “And cuddle up with your big bro?” He blushes and turns his eyes down to his food. “Maybe.” By the time he was done his bacon and eggs, he decided the coffee should probably be cooled off enough. He took a little sip before setting it back down. “How is it?” Erik asks. “It’s…” he bites his lip as he tries to come up with the right words. “It’s different, I guess.” Erik laughs. “Do you think you’d want it again?” He holds his thumb up in approval as he takes another sip. “Okay well, you can go get our ‘Netflix and chill’ ready while I clean up a bit here, alright?.” He simply holds his thumb up again as he walks into the living room, trying to drink the coffee at the same time. He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, opening the Netflix app before taking a seat on the couch, being careful to not spill any of the coffee. By the time Erik gets done in the kitchen and comes out to the living room, Caleb has a show picked out. “What’s this?” Erik asks as he takes a seat beside Caleb, nonchalantly starting to play with the boy’s hair. “Timeless,” he says, snugging himself into Erik. “It’s about time travel, and these people who are trying to change history or something… But we can watch something else though if you want.” “Are you kidding? You know I love this sort of thing,” he says with a chuckle, still playing with Caleb’s hair. “I knew you would, so I guess that’s why I picked it,” he says quietly, briefly glancing up at him before turning his attention back to the TV and starting the episode. They ended up being about half way through the third episode when Caleb’s need to pee had become urgent. He was squeezing his legs together and trying his best to not make it obvious, although he wasn’t doing very well at it. After about another twenty minutes into the episode, his desperation was so bad that it actually started hurting. He tried to focus on the show, but the only thing that filled his mind was how full his bladder was. “Caleb, you know that we can pause this so you can go to the bathroom, right?” He immediately blushed at that and looked away, realizing that Erik knew. “I- I don’t h- have to go.” Erik smiled. “You’re a terrible liar.” He feels a little spurt escape into his underwear, but not enough to show on his jeans. Erik pulls Caleb’s head in and rests it in the crook of his neck, gently running his hand through the boy’s hair. “You can let go if you want,” he says quietly. Although every instinct within Caleb was telling him to try and get to the bathroom, realistically he knew he wouldn’t even be able to make it if he tried. “Y- You won’t t- tell mom?” Caleb asks, using all his strength to hold on now. “I won’t tell, I promise.” Before he could say anything, the desperation suddenly hit him like a wave, the pain becoming unbearable. He seemed to just completely lose his ability to continue holding in that moment, and his bladder started forcing itself to empty, the pee gushing out. He was half whimpering and half moaning as he leaned back and closed his eyes, breathing heavily. The intense feeling of relief and pleasure was unlike anything he experienced before. He didn’t know how long he took, but by the time his bladder was finally empty, his jeans as well as a large part of the couch were completely soaked, along with even part of his shirt. “Caleb…” He barely even registered his name being said as he slowly took his hands out from between his legs and held them up, pee dripping off of them. He looked at Erik through teary eyes as he suddenly broke out into sobs. “Caleb,” Erik moved one leg onto the couch so that he could face him easier. “I’m so sorry…” the older boy said in nearly a whisper, his own eyes beginning to tear up. “W- What?” Caleb managed to get out. “It’s my fault, I’m sor-“ Erik is abruptly cut off as Caleb reaches up and pulls him into a kiss. He holds his lips to his brother’s for longer than normal this time, before eventually pulling away. “Caleb-“ “I love you,” he blurts out. Erik’s cheeks turned bright red as he looked away, Caleb’s words coming so suddenly and leaving him not knowing how to respond.
A/N: So folks, here is my (hopefully) long-awaited Percy Jackson Fanfiction. So I was inspired to write this because I wanted to see more Percy Jackson omorashi. The eventual goal is to do something for all of the books. PJO and HoO. So without further ado, here we go! Look, I didn’t want to be an omorashist. My advice is if you’re reading this because you think you might be one of us, continue on. There’s a whole world out there of this. Agree with what your parents say and try to lead a normal life, at least on the outside. But otherwise, stop reading right now. Clear your browser history and pretend you never saw this. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. My name is Annabeth Chase. I’m 12 years old. If you’re reading this, I assume you know about Demigods, Gods, and Camp Half-Blood, all that jazz. Even if you didn’t, I wouldn’t bother telling you. Because that is not what this is about. This is about me and my fetish. It started back when I was still traveling with Luke and Thalia. We were hiding in the woods a lot of the time so we almost never had access to a bathroom. Needless to say, the first time we were in the wilderness, I held until I really truly wet myself. Luke and Thalia were really understanding and we went to one of the safe houses nearby to change. {Will you readers get this experience? Comment if you want it.} Over time, I discovered that I have a small bladder, but thankfully, Luke and Thalia didn’t mind stopping often. Eventually, just about a month before Grover found us, I discovered that the holding sensation turned me on. (If you’re surprised that I knew what the sensation was, please remember, I am a child of Athena. We are always in search of knowledge. Sure, I read medical textbooks and did my own supplementary research, who doesn’t?) Something about the pressure on my urethra, the feeling of being on the edge of control, and the trembling of my sphincters, combined with the naughtiness, made my slit moisten and my clitoris throb. I can only guess if Luke and Thals felt the same way. So I held it until I was so desperate I couldn’t walk, then I called for a stop, whipped down my pants, popped a squat, and unleashed a torrent of pee. Thalia had this way of peeing without squatting. She would drop her pants and pee against a tree. (Ironic, isn’t it?) I was always envious of her because of that. This summer, while I was talking to Chiron, I heard someone calling for help from the border. I spun around to see a boy, about my age, with jet black hair and sea green eyes that I could see, even from here. He was dragging an unconscious Grover. He stumbled over to the porch and collapses. I took one look and him and somehow, I knew. I said to Chiron, “He’s the one. He must be,” Remember I just saw this kid take down the Minotaur. “Silence Annabeth.” He replied. “He’s still conscious. Bring him inside.” And with that, the kid helpfully passed out. I slung my arms beneath his and wrapped him in a sort of bear hug before dragging him into the infirmary. We laid him down on one of the beds, wrapping him in sheets. I kind of thought he was cute. But if you tell anyone I said that, I’ll hunt you down and kill you. * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next day, I was feeding him some ambrosia and I was having trouble focusing because of the growing ache between my legs. I whimpered and momentarily plunged my hand between my legs, feeling heat radiate from my core. This guy - Percy, Grover had said, - was drooling in his sleep. I shifted around in my seat, sticking my foot beneath my ass. I smirked as I scraped it off his chin and when I looked up again, his eyes were open. I leaned in and whispered. “What will happen at the summer solstice?” His intelligent reply: “What?” I looked around to see if Chiron or anyone else was here, but also to make sure no one saw me in my desperate state. Then I whispered again, “What’s going on? What was stolen? We’ve only got a few weeks!” “I’m sorry. I don’t…” He mumbled. Someone knocked and I filled Percy’s mouth with ambrosia and he passed out again. The momentary panic released a single droplet of hot piss, sliding along my lower lips, mixing with my arousal juices, and dampening my satin g-string. Chiron walked in in centaur form. “How’s Percy doing?” He asked. “Just fine sir. He was awake a few minutes ago.” I replied, trying to keep Chiron from catching on and to keep my voice from trembling. “Ah well. Do let me know when he wakes up again.” And with that he left. I set the bowl down next to Percy’s bed and plunged my hand between my legs again. I whimpered as my bladder mutinied against me. Then suddenly, a spurt. Then a second. Then a third, and I couldn’t stop so it turned into a weak dribble. I felt my denim shorts getting wet. A spurt turned into a weak stream and then I completely lost control on my sphincters and I flooded my panties. It sprays out with such force, it passed right through my g-string and my jean shorts. I felt it patter on my hand and pool beneath my ass. The stream finally tapered off after about a minute and a half. I reveled in the feeling after a wetting and the feeling of my quivering perineum, and began to grind the heel of my hand into my now soaked (in more ways than one) slit and my erect clit. I moaned from the feelings and reached my other hand up and began tweaking my nipples, increasing the pleasure a tenfold. My hips bucked up to meet my hand and I increased the pressure and the speed. I bit down on my shirt as I came, adding more liquid to what was already on the chair and floor. I took a minute to compose myself, then I got up and cleaned up the mess, while still in my pissed in shorts. Not gonna lie, the wet denim chafing my thighs was beginning to turn me on. I went to the bathroom to change clothes, pulling the spare pair of shorts from out of my backpack. I quickly stripped everything off, leaving me bare from the waist down. CLIFFHANGER!
Sorry guys, here's the next part. Life got in the way so... yeah. Enjoy! I rummaged around for a pair of underwear before smacking myself in the head. I must have forgotten a pair this morning. Oh well. I pulled the waist up and felt the seam separate everything from the waist down, my ass, my slit, coming to rest on my clit. I left the infirmary to go get changed and put on a proper pair of underwear, my arousal already beginning to skyrocket. As I walked back to the Athena cabin, I saw a group of campers on the basketball court. They saw me and waved me over. “Hey Annabeth!” Katie chirped. “We need another player for our team, wanna join?” No, I need to go back to my cabin because the seam rubbing my clit is driving me insane with horniness. “Sure.” Boy, If I thought walking was driving me nuts, running, jumping and generally playing basketball was way worse. With my long strides, it pulled the seam along my clit like a bow on a violin, ratcheting my pleasure up to the max. After what seemed like forever, the game finally ended. I was so turned on, I was thanking my lucky stars that the crotch of my shorts wasn’t wet. I headed back to my cabin to shower and change for dinner and then campfire. I grabbed a change of clothes, this time with a pair of panties and headed to the shower block. I stripped down, and stepped into the shower. I sighed as the water ran over my body, worked free of fat over years of long and hard training and staying at camp all year long. I took a short shower, seeing as dinner was in ten minutes. I climbed out of the shower, drying myself off as I did so. As I was drying my legs, my towel lightly brushed my lower lips, sending a near-orgasmatic wave of pleasure rocking through my body. No. I can’t finger myself now. I don’t have time. I put my clothes back on, and then I went back to my cabin to study a bit before dinner. * * * * * * * * * * * * I hear the conch shell blow from across the camp. I jump, and discover that my bladder has come up to a 5/10 when a small drop leaks out along my lower lips. “Cabin Six, fall in!” I call. Immediately, my siblings fall into line, in order of seniority. As I’ve been here the longest, I take the head of the line. As I lead my siblings to the dining pavilion, I think about Percy. I don’t know much about him, but I knew he seemed like a nice guy. Kind of like Luke. The pizza was really good that night, but it was kinda spicy. I downed a couple of glasses of water to fight off the heat. During Mr. D’s normal monotonous announcements, I felt the water making it’s way down to my bladder, putting strain on my sphincters, and bringing my desperation up to a 7/10. I vaguely hear Mr. D dismissing us for campfire, and immediately, I am swept up by my siblings rushing to the amphitheater. All my piss slams down hard on my ladyhood. My desperation is now a 9/10. I’m on the verge of wetting myself. As we sit around the campfire. I squirm in my seat. I tried to find a seat toward the back, so that when the inevitable did happen, at least I wouldn’t be in the public eye. By this point, my legs are locked up, my knees are shaky, my hands are glued to my labia, my sphincters are spasming, my clit is solid and extremely sensitive, and my arousal juices are beginning to pool around my engorged labia. My desperation is now a solid 10/10. I’m about to piss myself. Thinking quickly, I remove one hand, trying to shove it into my panties to put more direct pressure on my trembling pee hole. My hand hits the waistband of my shorts, jarring my bladder, forcing a tiny droplet out of my tortured body. I begin to panic. I can’t get my hand into my pants because my bladder has expanded so much that it is completely flush with the waistband. The only way to get into my pants is to unbutton it. And that requires two hands. I begin to strategize what would be the best way to get my pants down with minimal amount of leakage, when my bladder decides to squirt into my panties again. Steeling myself, I cross my legs as tight as humanly possible, and slowly. Let. Go. A flood attacks my labia. I’m squirming in place, as drops slowly leak out of me, while frantically trying to reach the cursed button. As my squirming increases in urgency, with my muscles trembling, ready to release the golden flood within me, my flailing fingers finally hook the button and yank it open, pulling the zipper with it. I breathe a sigh of relief. My desperation level has sank to a 9/10, still extremely urgent, but not about to wet myself. Or not. As soon as this thought crosses my mind, my bladder clenches, forcing another droplet of piss out of my tortured sphincter. Then another. And another. Soon the droplets turn into drops that in turn, turn into squirts. I’m slowly soaking my panties, and a round wet spot begins to form on my denim shorts. My clit pulses with arousal, not helping my finer thinking skills. I’m about to wet myself. I know it. Wait! Can I get back to my cabin, change, then hide out somewhere until after the campfire?
First, thanks for your answers! I hope you will not be disappointed about the way the story ends. Last part Ten more minutes passed and Melissa’s ability to stand still slipped away. The contractions of her thighs were visible through her skintight black leggings and Ashley wondered how long her friend was able to hold it. “God Ashely, I cant stand this any longer, I go to the garages to pee there too, please come with me and stand guard” she said. “But what shall we do when the bus is coming right then?” Ashley asked her. “I don’t care, I have to pee now or I’m going to wet myself” Before Ashley could agree, a car was coming around the corner and stopped in front of the girls. Immediately Ashley recognized her parent’s car and waved to them. Her mother opened the side window and Ashley bends down to the car. “Hi, we can pick you up if you like; we had some shopping to do in the town and are on our way home now” Ashley stepped back to Melissa, who tried her best to stand still, legs tightly crossed, hunched over with her knees bent. “Is it okay for you if we drive with them, we can drop you off at your house first” Ashley asked her. Melissa felt seconds away from leaking and all she was thinking on was finally peeing somewhere. But she also was a very shy person so she was caught in a trap with no way out. If she would go to pee first, Ashley’s parents would ask where she was going or what she was doing. On the other way, driving home with their car would be faster than with the bus. Without thinking further she whispered to her friend: “God, I have to pee so bad Ashley, but I can hold it until home, but please, we have to hurry.” Ashley nodded “I can ask my father if he knows somewhere to stop for a toilet break if you like” It was a small town in a very rural area, Ashley had no idea where a public toilet could be, but maybe her father had an idea. “No, please no” Melissa begged her “I will make it until home, it’s not such a long way and I feel a bit embarrassed in front of your parents if they would know I had to pee that bad” They got in the car and sitting down caused a silent moan escaping from Melissa’s mouth. She tried to find a comfortable position but every move she made, made her need worse. The next minutes nobody said a word but Melissa was squirming in her seat constantly, she crossed her legs, but only a few seconds because this put extra pressure on her bladder. After that, she opened and closed her legs rhythmically faster and faster, but nothing seems to help. She was bending her body forward and took a hand between her legs on her thigh, not holding her crotch completely, but high enough her thumb reached between her legs. The car was not a big one and neither her father, nor her mother could see what she was doing if they would not turn around their heads. Five minutes after they started, her mother asked: “Ah girls, we had forget something to buy, would it be a problem if me make a short stop at the supermarket, you can wait in the car or join us” Ashley and Melissa know that there were no public toilets available at this small super market, what make the answer not easy but Ashley said: “I think its better you drive us home first, we have to do some really difficult homework and it’s already late and Melissa don’t feel very well” Melissa looked at her, shaking her head and suddenly said to Ashley’s surprise: “No its okay, I feel good, of course you can buy your things first” Ashley looked at her in amazement and whispered. “Why are you saying this?” “I don’t know it’s so embarrassing” Melissa whispered back and spread her legs wide and put her hand between them, grabbing her crotch and closed her thighs tight around it rocking back and forth in the seat. Although Ashley was looking at her, her hand stayed there. She was bouncing and squirming so badly in her seat, it was a wonder Ashley’s parents didn’t notice this. Finally they reached the parking lot of the super market and parked the car. “Would you like to come with us or stay in the car” Ashley’s mother asked. “We stay here” she answered and her parents left them alone. The moment, the doors closed Melissa nearly started to cry. “I can’t hold it longer, I’m peeing myself the next minute, please help me” Ashley thought about what to do and finally said. “Okay, look, all what you can do is to pee between our car and the other one, right now” Melissa’s whole body was trembling and shaking she moaned again holding herself permanently. “No, it’s to public here and what if your parents are coming back” Melissa whimpered. “Your choice” Ashley said to her. But not 5 minutes later, a huge wave hit Melissa’s body and she was pulling and rubbing on her crotch furiously, pressing air through her teeth’s. “Oh god, I’m seriously about to pee myself. I have to go out now or I am wetting the car seat. I have to pee next to the car, please stand guard, Ash” She removed the hand holding her crotch, opened the door and stepped out. Ashley stepped out too and walked around the car on Melissa’s side as fast as she could. Ashley thought it would be the best to open the driver’s car door too, so Melissa could squat between the two doors. Ashley prayed that nobody was walking by or the car owner of the car next to them or her parents wouldn’t come until Melissa was ready with her pee. But it was over, Melissa had no time to go between the doors or look around if anyone was nearby, the moment she was out of the back seat, her body was giving up and she tore down her pants with shaking hands. Unfortunately for her, her panties stayed in position and she had to pull them down secondary, but she was not in a proper squatting position yet, a loud hiss filled her panties with warm pee which immediately dribbled through them. She steadied herself and yanked her panties down too. Her nearly clear pee hissed out of her with such strength, it splattered every ware. The young girl groaned out loudly, her face red like fire. There were people walking around the parking lot, but in a good distance, so Melissa had a bit of privacy. Ashley stood in front of her to cover the open side but she couldn’t look away. She noticed the wetness in the crotch of her friends black panties and felt embarrassed for her and thought about what she could do to help her. The puddle she made was already huge and pee was still flooding out of her. Finally her stream stopped and before Ashley could offer her a tissue, she pulled up her soaked panties and her leggings as fast as she had pulled them down. Melissa stepped out of the puddle, calmed down a bit and looked down ashamed, her face still red. “Do you see how bad it is visible on my pants”, she asked her friend, looking down at her crotch and ass. Melissa was not a super thin girl and her leggings showed her female curves and thighs very nice. The leggings didn’t absorb a lot, but beside a darker, hand size shade in her crotch, spreading up her ass, the wetness was only visible if you look close to her. Both girls got back in the car. Melissa didn’t care about the seat, or was too embarrassed to mention it. Both girls calmed down more and more and sarted talking about normal things as if nothing had happened. It took another quarter of an hour until her parents came back. Al least her father must have notice the huge puddle beside the car, he didn’t say anything. First they drove to Melissa's home, said goodbye to her, and she got out and walked to her front door. Nothing was visible on the car seat but the material was very dark and as Ashley felt with her hand over the seat, she could feel the warm moisture where Melissa said. After that, they drove home and Ashley felt the need to pee again, no wonder how much she had drank earlier.
(Female Desperation/Wetting/Humiliation) Hey, all. There is a story after this, I promise, but a little background, first: This story is the second in a series. The first one is here: The Gentleman's First Encounter. I've written four so far and I'm working on the fifth. They're based off of some stories I wrote years ago, but I'm updating them to make them more age-appropriate -- and because I'm a better writer now. One of the ways I wanted to improve these stories (and all my fic) is by improving my characters. So these stories are written as a character arc for the hero, Parker, as he wrestles with his fetish. These stories aren't autobiographical -- I'm definitely not Parker, and none of these stories actually happened. (Loosely based on actual events? Some of them, yes. But only extremely loosely. I can explain more if people want.) But Parker's arc of being revolted with himself and then coming to terms with it? That's totally me. I've come a long way, but I can still remember when I felt this particular fetish was utterly terrible. Because of all that, this story is more about the people involved than about the actual fetish content -- there's some, but not much, and the story is kind of a downer. Fair warning! (On the other hand, maybe it's totally somebody's thing? I guess I'll see!) But in the immortal words of Dan Savage, "It gets better." Just not in this particular story. (And for the record, the advice given by Parker's online friends in this story is not very good -- especially the one in red text.) Quick question to everybody before I get to the story -- how do I post tags? Is that something that I can get when I'm no longer a newbie? I'd like to label it properly. With no further ado... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It took Parker nearly a week to muster up the courage to text Annie... hey whats up? ...And when she didn't reply right away, he began to feel increasingly foolish. Maybe she felt more embarrassed than she'd let on? Maybe she'd realized later on how hard he'd been? Maybe she thought he was a total pervert... Oh hi! I'm so so sorry I didn't see this, I was practicing But I'm done for the day now So nothing's up. You? : ) Okay, so clearly she didn't think he was a total pervert. Well, that was good. (Maybe she only thought he was kinda perverted?) hey, just hangin out what r u practicing? Same piece I was working on earlier Want to hear it? sure still nvr hrd u play You want to come over? He tried to quell all his panic and play it cool. Fortunately, there was the perfect text for that: sure Come on then! So he went over. Her mom answered the door, which put some of his wilder hopes to rest. Her mom seemed surprised to see him, but she knew him by sight and by name and let him in. Annie came downstairs just then, and thanked her mom for letting Parker in. She was wearing... Wow. He'd never seen her wear anything like that at school. Running shorts and a tank top? And the ponytail was back, he was glad to see... God, she was hot! “Let me just get my violin,” Annie said, “and then let's go out on the patio.” So much for getting into her room. But hey, he'd happily watch her play wearing that... “I'm sorry I'm kinda under-dressed,” she said as she closed the sliding patio door behind her. “I don't mind,” he said mildly. She grinned at him, over her bare shoulder, as she got out her violin. “You're always so nice, Parker, that's why I like you.” Then she put the instrument to her shoulder, and straightened up, and for all that she was still wearing short blue running shorts and a white tank top and a pink bra (he could see the straps), she looked like she was wearing some elegant flowing dress. And then she played. By the time she was finished, he had the world's biggest crush on her, and by the time he'd finished his first sentence, she knew it. ~~~~~ After that he was over at Annie's house, or she was over at his, at least every other day. Largely cut off from his friends as he was by the lack of computer—for he was closer with many of his online friends than he was with school friends—he had little else to do. Annie had to practice, which took a couple hours a day, and she also did yoga with her mom, and of course she had weekly violin lessons. But other than that they had a lot of time for each other, and so things went fast. hey how was your lesson this time? Much more relaxing than the last one! ; ) And more productive too. Can't wait to here it You'll hear it soon. God why can i not spell Practice makes perfect : ) why do i get the feeling you say that alot? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A week and a half after Annie's bursting ride home, they went out to the movies: a midnight showing of the summer blockbuster that officially came out the next day. Annie rested her head on his shoulder on the bus ride home, and when he walked her to her front door, she stood hugging him for a long time. But their first kiss was the next day, under the 4th of July fireworks. And all through it, practically every day, Parker remembered the sight of Annie dashing into the bathroom, and the sound of her peeing, and jacked off furiously. Summer barreled on. Somehow it was going far too fast. Getting his computer back made Parker's time go by fairly quickly; he had gaming to catch up on. But he didn't spend as much time on it as he'd expected, since he and Annie were hanging out most days at some point or other. They rarely made plans, but would text each other pretty regularly, and would get together whenever it worked out. Moreover, while any given day with Annie was wonderful, Parker kept noticing that time kept going by without his getting what he really wanted. Or at least, not all of it. They would make out, and that was sweet; but if he felt her up, she would gently move his hands back to other parts of her. Plus she almost always dressed up a bit, especially to go out, even though he really liked it when she was just wearing shorts and a tank top. The skirts and sundresses were nice, but not really what he liked best. And of course he wanted even more of what had brought them together. Annie occasionally made jokes about it, but usually in the form of “I'd better be careful, don't want a repeat of that bus trip...” as she headed off to the bathroom. She never, ever, got anywhere near desperate. And for that Parker was glad—he didn't want her suffering, after all. But he also craved it. The fact that he was fantasizing about it every night, after he and Annie went their separate ways, said just how much he craved it; but he felt so bad about it, too. He wished she would let him do something sexual with her; it might take the edge off. He took counsel with one of his online gamer friends. just get her drunk, man she'll wanna get down with the p-man, then Parker momentarily did a double-take at the nickname, then had to chuckle. His friend went on: besides, if she don't wanna, just get her even more drunk you can do what you want, then, and she wont even remember dude. your talking rape. nonono chicks get craaaaaazy when they get shitfaced. relax, you'll get laid man, i don't wanna roofie her or anything. i just wish she'd unwind, yknow? that's what beer is for, dude! At that, Parker took counsel with one of his other gamer friends. ...im just like, this has been great, but i just wanna bit more have you talked to her about it/ ? not really seriously, man, communication is where its at. My gf and I, we're all about good commo it's like, can you expect a team to work a level right if they don't talk to each other? You wanna level up, you gotta talk to her. Scary All good things are, my friend srsly but what if she says no then youre not a team any more, are you? should i tell her that? Oh, shit no that's a one-way ticket to singleland think about it. “fuck with me or Im out” <-- really? she'll be like“fuck that shit” only not literally haha No, just talk to her say whats on your mind And youre going to college soon anyway, right? That's what this is all about? yeah Well, if she says no, you wait a couple weeks, and then suddenly, boom: College. The Lnad of Fucking Land rofl thanks man So as August wore on, and Parker's day of departure drew nearer, he texted Annie. Hey Hey there, handsome What's up? I've been thinking What about? Im thinking about when I leave for college That's soon right? Which is coming right up Yeah two weeks I wanna have a good time before I go Like a party? No, just you and me okay What did you have in mind? Parker hesitated, for a long minute, and Annie texted him again. Still there? Yeah. Just trying to think of how to say it Just say what you want ummmm I want something to remember you by … Oh, I get it do you? You're talking about sex, aren't you? oh thank god i didnt no how to say that without sounding sketchy Hehe You're cute when you're embarassed : ) i am? i mean, good hahaha Okay, here's the thing. I like you, Parker, but I'm not gonna have sex with you I'm a virgin and I'm gonna stay that way for now I'm not ready for that ok But we can have a good time without doing that, okay? ok And don't worry. You're gonna have fun, trust me. And it'll be just you and me. ; ) She wouldn't say anything more specific after that, but suggested they set a date two nights before Parker had to leave. Why 2 nights? It'll be helpful. Trust me. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The day approached, and Parker was both excited and nervous. He knew he wasn't going to get what he really wanted, so he'd lowered his expectations... but still, his expectations were running pretty darn high. And so he was worried. Annie had promised him fun, yes, but... In the end, he asked one of his friends about fake IDs. His friend replied that he couldn't get a fake ID that fast... but his parents went through a fair amount of beer pretty quickly, and wouldn't notice a few cans missing. For a fee, those cans could be in Parker's hands. And so Parker headed off to meet Annie with beers in his bag and a bad feeling in his stomach... ~~~~~~~~~~~ It was one of those long summer evenings, though the days were getting shorter this far into August. But the evening air was pleasantly cool after a hot day, and Parker felt refreshed. Annie was waiting on the front step of her house. And... she was dressed in a tank top and shorts, flip-flops on her feet. That was promising. She stood up to meet him, and he saw she also had a bag with her—bigger than her usual purse. “What's that?” he said, after they'd kissed hello. “You'll see,” she said. “And where are we going?” “You'll see!” She took him by the hand and led him back down the block, past his house, and to the little park a few blocks away—the park she'd wondered about having bathrooms, on that fateful walk home. They went in through the back entrance. The park was fairly dark, because it had no lights, but it did have trees. Aside from the bark-covered playground and the basketball court, it was all fairly roofed-over with leaves and branches. It was dark enough that all the kids were gone. Annie led the way to the swingset. “Have a seat,” she urged him, as Parker stood awkwardly by. “We're going swinging?” “Of course! I love to come out here and swing, peeking up at the stars between the trees...” Parker sat down on an adjacent swing and started to halfheartedly push back and forth. “But that's not all we're doing tonight,” Annie said. “Why? What else...?” “My older sister,” Annie said, “is awesome.” And from her larger-than-usual bag she pulled out a large water bottle. She passed it over to him. “Have a drink!” Parker took a sip, and then drank a larger swallow. “Tastes kinda like Sprite.” “It is Sprite. But not just Sprite.” “Whoa. I just now tasted it. What is that?” “Vodka, I think.” “Your older sister made this?” “Yep. I told her you wanted to have a good going-away party and she said 'Leave it to me.' Let me have some, please?” “Heh. Great minds think alike.” “Oh?” Parker pulled out his cans of beer. Annie laughed. “Well, we're pretty well equipped, then, aren't we? And this is why I said two nights before. If you get a hangover it won't matter.” So they swung on the swings and traded the bottles and cans back and forth. They quickly agreed that the beer was much, much worse than the vodka and Sprite, but they drank it anyway, since it had been harder to acquire. And soon swinging on the swings was the best thing ever, and though they still had enough presence of mind to keep their voices down—for there were houses that backed up onto the park—they were having a wonderful time. Parker was drinking a little faster than Annie, and soon he had to pee. “Do you wanna go back to your house?” Annie asked. “I don't think that would be a good idea,” Parker said, thinking of his parents. “Can we go back to yours?” “Uh, no...” Annie said. “My mom's home.” “My parents are home, too. And they would totally figure out we've been drinking.” “There aren't any bathrooms here, are there?” “We decided there weren't, remember?” Annie giggled, a little nervously. “So what are you going to do?” Parker jumped off the swing and went over to a tree. “Guys don't need a bathroom, remember?” “Ewww,” Annie said, mock-girlishly. “What?” Parker said. “It's just pee.” “I guess.” They swung some more. It got darker. Annie was getting quieter, and was swinging less enthusiastically. The stars were coming out. “Hey,” Annie said at one point. “Let's go.” “Go where?” Parker said. “Can't go home yet, can we?” “Uh, right.” They talked a bit more, and then Annie started dragging her feet to slow her swing down. She said, “Come on. I've got something to show you.” “What?” “You'll see.” She got off the swing and went over to the play structure. It was right in the middle of the bark-covered area, and she started climbing up it. “I haven't been on this thing in years,” Parker said, following her. At the top of the play structure Annie took his hand and, with her other, pointed up. “Look at the stars.” And there were indeed stars. They stood there watching them for a moment. “So, were the stars what you were going to show me?” “Part of it,” Annie said, and turned to him, and kissed him. They made out on the play structure for a while. But then she took his hands, held them in hers, and pressed them to her chest—right between her boobs. She just looked at him for a moment, then said, “Watch.” She took a step back, which brought her up against the railing of the play structure. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then in one quick movement, she pulled her shirt off. She was wearing a halter-top bikini underneath. Parker watched intently. She stood like that for a moment, posing a bit, and then—shyly—she reached behind her and undid the strings that held the bikini closed at the back. They fell loose, and the cups came away from her breasts, but didn't reveal anything. Then she ducked her head, pulled the halter off, and dropped the bikini on the floor of the structure, next to her shirt. “I told you you'd see,” she said quietly. Parker stood, amazed, transfixed. He was barely daring to breathe. Her nipples were dark against her pale skin. “You can touch them, if you want,” Annie said, a little hurriedly. “Just there, though, nothing else.” Parker stepped forward, and laid his hands on her shoulders, but didn't move to touch her for a moment. When she looked at him, he said, “I just wanna remember this. For a long time.” She blushed, which was visible even in the dark, and said nothing. Then Parker couldn't help himself any more. He took each breast in one hand—gently, at first. “They're kinda squishy,” he said. Which was not entirely true: her nipples were hard. Annie giggled nervously. Parker kissed her, still clutching her breasts, and kissed her, and kissed her, until suddenly she pulled away with a little sob. “What's wrong?” he asked. “Nothing,” she said, and kissed him back, but then she had to pull away again. Suddenly he realized that her leg was jiggling and she seemed very stiff, uncomfortable. “Seriously, what's wrong?” “I... it's just...” She buried her face in her hands. “What?” “Oh, you're gonna be so mad at me...” “Why? What's wrong?” It took her a moment but finally she got it out: “I'm so sorry. I had it all planned out. I asked my sister what we could do and she said I should just use my hand, that was perfectly safe. And so I wanted to let you see me and then I'd use my hand on you and Abbie said that you'd like it, but I gotta pee so bad I can't do it, I just can't wait...” Compassion and lust surged in Parker's mind, in equal measure. Combined with the alcohol, it made for total confusion. “Uh...” he said. “I'm sorry, Parker,” Annie said, collecting her clothes. “I wish I could, I really do, but I'm gonna wet my pants right now if I don't go.” “So go,” Parker said. Annie pulled her bikini top back on. “Seriously, just go,” Parker said. “And, um, I don't think you need to put clothes on...” “I gotta go back to my house, of course I need clothes,” Annie snapped. “Oh god, it hurts, I gotta go, I gotta go...” This was all inflaming Parker's lust even more than the boobs. “Annie...” Annie didn't bother with her shirt. She scrambled down the ladder to the bark on the ground below, losing a sandal in the process. She hopped over to reclaim it, and then suddenly she bent over and groaned a little. Parker hurried down to join her. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Annie said. It was basically a chant. “Sweetheart, just go behind a tree or something,” Parker suggested. Annie shook her head vigorously. “I gotta go home, I... I gotta go...” She made a sudden dash toward the end of the park where they'd come in. But she only made it a few steps because she gasped again, and stopped dead. Then she yanked down her shorts and dropped to a squat. Parker stared at her bare butt, and listened to the rush of pee. Quieter than when she'd used the toilet, it splattered on the bark and sank into the ground. “Don't look,” Annie said with a sob, but Parker couldn't look away. It was all he could do not to unzip his pants and cum right there. As before, Annie pissed fast. Just a few seconds after she'd crouched down, she stood up again abruptly, hauling up her shorts. She had to wiggle to get her shorts and panties back over her but, since she'd yanked them up too fast and they got caught underneath. Then she quickly pulled on her tank top. Once again clothed, she looked down at her legs to inspect the damage. “Oh god,” she whispered. “Annie...” She took a step back. “Don't touch me. I peed myself. I've got pee all over my legs,” she said. “It's okay.” “How could it be okay? I was gonna... I was gonna make you so happy, and then... then...” Parker reached out for her, but she drew back. “It's all right,” Parker said, straining for the words to both reassure her and still get that hand job. “I'm so sorry,” Annie said. “I have to go home.” “Annie, you've—” He cut off. How could he say that she'd turned him on so much? How could he admit that her suffering was, to him, so good? She hesitated, started to move away again, hesitated. Then she turned back to him. He couldn't tell if there really was pee running down her legs. She looked small, and humiliated, and he could see that she was crying. “I'm so sorry, Parker,” she said, and then she ran. And he stood there, watching her go, replaying the whole thing over and over in his mind: desperation, peeing, humiliation, tears. He was rock-hard, desperate for his own release, and terribly ashamed. He stopped, hand on the button of his fly, not sure what to do, when the memory of her standing topless on the play set came back to his mind. He fumbled at his zipper but it was too late. He wet his own pants in a different way, cumming so hard he staggered, helpless before the wave of sexual need, furious with himself for what he'd done. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hey you there? Are you okay? Id like to see you before I go Im not upset about last night you there? … guess not
This High School DXD story is a continuation of my previous story "Issei, Asia, and the Beach Bathroom Incident" It was a warm sunny day during the middle of summer vacation. The Occult Research Club was at the school’s pool for a day of relaxation. Normally the pool was closed during the break, but the Occult Research Club had been given special permission to use it by the Student Council as an apology for the beach bathroom incident that had happened towards the beginning of summer vacation. Asia, Koneko, and Kiba, were swimming in the pool while Issei was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water. He was steering clear of everybody because he was still too embarrassed about the beach incident and that everyone, except for Asia who knew the truth, thought he had wet himself during said incident. However, he had been mainly avoiding contact with Rias most of the summer since he was still reeling from the look of disgust that Rias had given him that day at the beach. “Couldn’t have picked a better day to this,” said a girl’s voice behind Issei. Suddenly he felt something big, squishy, and all too familiar press against his bare back. Issei turned his head to see that Rias was sitting behind him with her massive chest pressing against him. He quickly placed a hand to his nose to stop himself from bleeding into the pool “Wha, what are you doing, Rias?” asked a flustered Issei. Rias threw her arms around Issei and sexily whispered into his ear, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m just giving one of my underlings a bit of skinship.” Rias pulled away for a moment. “Do you not want me to do this?” “It’s not that I don’t want to feel your bountiful fun bags on my back, but I am kind of sure that the other girls might not approve of it,” responded Issei. “Fine,” said Rias as she got up and walked over to her towel and swim bag. She then proceeded to remove a bottle of suntan lotion from her bag, untied her dark pink bikini top and laid on her stomach. “You know Issei, you never did apply suntan lotion to my back when we were at the beach. Would you be so kind as to do it now?” Issei couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful topless girl who was asking him to lather her bare back. He could feel his body screaming at him to go over and do it, but in the end his embarrassment and shame from the beach incident got the best of him. “I’m sorry Rias, but I gotta go to the bathroom.” With that, he ran into the men’s locker room. Once inside, he proceeded to sit on one of the benches and put his head into his hands. “What the hell is wrong with me?” screamed Issei. Suddenly a pair of arms shot out from behind him, grabbing him and pulling him into a tight embrace. For a moment, Issei thought that it might be Kiba trying to do one of his weird bonding moments, but then he felt something big and squishy press against his back. Then the mysterious figure spoke, “I don’t think anything is wrong with you Issei. I like you just the way you are.” Issei turned his head and saw that the person holding him was none other than Akeno. “Wha, what are you doing in the men’s locker room, Akeno?” asked a flustered Issei. “Why I am waiting for you silly,” responded Akeno in her mischievous tone of voice. “I figured that this is the only place where we can spend some alone time together.” Realizing Akeno’s intentions, Issei quickly broke free from her embrace. “Sorry Akeno, but I think I should really be getting back to the others.” He turned and ran for the door. As he grabbed the door handle, he found that the door would not open. “What the hell?” screamed Issei. “Don’t bother, Issei,” said Akeno calmly. “I placed a spell on the door so that it will only open from the outside.” “Why the hell would you do that?” asked Issei, already dreading the answer. Suddenly Akeno tackled Issei to the floor, 1where she then proceeded to sit on his chest and pinned his arms to the floor with surprising strength. “I did it because I didn’t want you to run away from me. Don’t worry though, we should have plenty of time before people start getting suspicious and come to check on you. So, in the meantime let’s have some fun. Also, don’t worry about being too loud. With the spell in place, nobody will be able to hear us.” She then proceeded to bend forward and playfully stuck her tongue in his ear. Issei couldn’t help but let out a moan of ecstasy. Suddenly the door to the locker room was thrown open and an angry Rias came storming in. “I got concerned that it was taking a while for Issei to come out of the bathroom and now I see why. My only question is just what the hell do you think you’re doing, Akeno?” asked a pissed off Rias. Issei looked up at her and yelled, “Rias, don’t let the door close!” But he was too late, the door to the locker room had shut. “I should have known that you would do something like this Akeno,” hissed Rias. When Akeno did not initially respond to her, Rias asked, “Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?” Akeno got off of Issei and ran over to the door, clearly panicked. “This is not good. You were not supposed to come find us until after we had our fun and now that you’re in here too, we are completely trapped.” Issei got up from the floor and said, “Quit screwing around Akeno. I know for a fact that you can undo the spell anytime you want.” Akeno turned to face Issei. “Actually, I can’t. The spell was cast on the door handle on the outside with the intent that it cannot be undone from the inside. Our only options are to wait until somebody finds us or we wait until the spell expires which should occur in about six hours or so.” Rias simply laughed and said, “Actually, there is a third option. We can use our magic to blow a hole through the bathroom.” Rias proceded to blast the door with her demonic energy. However, she was immediately tackled to the floor by Akeno just as the bolt of energy hit the door, and rebounded, smashing through the wall and then into the only stall in the locker room. “Don’t do that!” screamed Akeno. “The way the spell is set up, any magic you try to use to break the spell from the inside will be redirected right back at us.” Realizing their hopelessness, Rias stated “I guess we have no choice but to wait for the others to come find us.” The group of three decided to sit on the bench and wait for help. Two hours passed and help had not yet arrived. Issei began squirming. “What’s wrong?” asked Rias. “Nature’s calling,” answered Issei. “Then just go,” replied Akeno. “I would if I could, but the only stall was damaged and I don’t feel comfortable using the urinal in front of the two of you,” replied Issei. “Don’t worry about us,” replied Rias, “just go.” Akeno nodded in agreement. Issei, realizing that this was a battle that he was not going to win, walked over to the urinal. It was the type that extended to the floor but was curved at the bottom like the ones that hang from the wall. He proceeded to pull his dick out of his swimming trunks and got in position to let loose. Moments passed but he could not seem to go. He looked down and proceeded to whisper to himself, “Come on. Just go already.” But nothing happened. Issei turned his head only to realize that Rias and Akeno were both watching him. “Could you look away please?” cried a desperate Issei. “It’s really hard to go with you two staring at me.” “I never pegged you as the type of person to be pee shy,” teased Akeno. Issei shot her an angry look and said “It’s not funny. I really need to go.” “Alright. Alright,” said Akeno as she moved towards Issei. “I have a way of making you less pee shy.” She then proceeded to walk over to the urinal right next to him. Akeno took off the bottom half of her black bikini and slung it over her shoulder. She then straddled the urinal, placed her hands on her hips, bent her knees forward, and leaned back while simultaneously thrusting her pelvis towards the urinal. Suddenly a strong yellow arch burst forth from between her legs and the sound of her piss slapping the white porcelain of the urinal filled the room. She then began letting out moans of relief and saying things like “What a relief!” and “This feels soooo goood!” The stimulation of watching Akeno let loose into the urinal next to him was too much for Issei and he found himself becoming hard. Realizing that he would no longer be able to go, all he could do was stand there with his manhood in his hand and his head bowed in shame. Rias was the first to realize that Akeno was only making things worse. She quietly slipped behind Issei and wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t worry Issei, I’ll help you through this,” said Rias. Before he realized what was going on, Rias grabbed both his arms and forcibly pulled them behind his back and used one hand and the front of her body to pin them there. She then used her free hand to grab Issei’s one-eyed snake and placed her head on his shoulder so that she could have a better view. “What are you doing?” cried an embarrassed Issei. “I’m helping,” responded Rias. “No, you’re just making things worse!” screamed Issei. “Calm down Issei,” said Rias. “I’m going to use my magic to help get things flowing. For your safety, I would suggest that you try not to move around too much. Before Issei could respond, he felt a powerful sensation hit his johnson, and reverberate towards his bladder. Suddenly the flood gates burst open, sending a yellow flood into the urinal beneath him. Issei’s body finally relaxed, and he was overcome with moans of ecstasy and relief. “Just let all out,” whispered Rias gently into his ear as she took control of his joystick and guided the stream into the base of the urinal. Akeno, still busy peeing, looked over at Rias and said, “I’ll give you props for taking advantage of the situation while I was too busy relieving myself, but don’t think that I will let you do something like this again.” Rias only smiled at her and said, “Honestly I don’t know what you’re talking about Akeno.” “Hey Rias,” said Issei. “What is it?” responded Rias. “My bladder is empty. Do you think you could let go now?” asked Issei as politely as he could. Rias’s face turned red as she quickly let go of Issei. “I’m so sorry.” As Issei adjusted his shorts, he looked at Rias and said, “Don’t worry about it. But please never do that again.” “All right you two,” said Akeno as she finished pulling up the bottom of her bikini, “let’s head back to the bench and pretend this didn’t happen.” And they did just that. However, another hour passed without help arriving. By this time Akeno had fallen fast asleep, and Rias had begun squirming. Issei only realized what was going on when Rias began holding her crotch and rocking back and forth. “Why don’t you just go to the bathroom?” asked Issei. “I would,” said Rias, “however I don’t know how to pee standing up and even if I did I don’t think my stream is strong enough to make it without making a huge mess. Plus, I don’t think trying to squat or hover would be a good idea.” Issei, realizing that there was not much alternative said, “You know, I can help you like you helped me.” “And just how are you going to do that?” asked Rias. Issei’s face turned bright red and he turned his face away from her as he said, “Before I met you, I used to spend a lot of time on the internet learning things about the female body. One of the things I learned happens to be a hand technique that allows a girl to pee standing.” “Great!” said Rias. “Can you tell me how to do it?” Issei shook his head. “Unfortunately, I do not understand the technique well enough to explain it, but I’ve seen it enough that think that I should be able to do the technique for you.” As soon as Issei said that, Rias covered her crotch and her face went beet red. “There is no way I am going to allow you to put your hands down there.” “Rias, I don’t like the idea any more than you do, but we may not have much choice.” “Fine,” said a clearly flustered Rias. “But just remember that if you try anything funny, I will never forgive you.” Rias then proceeded to walk over to one of the urinals, and removed the bottom of her bikini. Issei walked up behind her, gently grabbing Rias’s arms, he guided her arms so that they were crossed in front of her with each of her hands gripping the opposite shoulder. He then proceeded to bend down, and using his hands to touch the backs of her inner thighs, he gently spread Ria’s legs into the proper position. He then instructed her to bend her knees forward while simultaneously leaning back and thrusting her pelvis forward. “This next part is going to be a bit uncomfortable,” said Issei. “Are you ready?” Rias nodded her head. “Let’s get this over with.” Issei moved his hands towards Rias’s crotch. He then proceeded to use both his hands to spread the lips of her crotch apart. The moment he did so, he heard a high-pitched squeal come out of Rias as her whole body trembled. He immediately let go and backed away. “Did I hurt you?” asked Issei. Rias shook her head. “It didn’t hurt, it’s just that your hands are extremely cold.” Issei cupped his hands together and began breathing into them and rubbing them together. He then proceeded to place his hands back on Rias’s crotch, spreading the lips once more. “Is this any better?” asked Issei. “Much,” said Rias. In reality, she was too embarrassed to admit that the warmth of Issei’s hands on her crotch was starting to turn her on. Several minutes passed but nothing happened. “Is something wrong?” asked Issei. “Well, it’s just that this whole situation has got me thinking about how you have been avoiding me ever since the beach incident,” said Rias as tears began rolling down her cheeks. “You hate me, don’t you?” Suddenly Rias felt Issei’s breath on the back of her shoulder and then she felt something drip onto her shoulder. It was at that moment that she felt Issei’s body trembling. She turned her head and saw that Issei had tears in his eyes. “That’s not true,” said Issei. “There is nothing that you could ever do to make me hate you. The reason I was avoiding you was because I was embarrassed and ashamed about the beach incident and I didn’t know how to face you. I never meant to make you feel like this. I’m so sorry Rias. Can you ever forgive me?” Silence followed for what seemed like an eternity. As Issei began to open his mouth to say something, Rias turned her head and kissed his lips. “You’re forgiven,” she said. And with that, her bladder gave out and a yellow geyser spewed forth from her crotch, colliding with the porcelain of the urinal, making a loud slapping sound. It didn’t take long for Rias to realize that not only were droplets beginning to run down her inner thighs, but that her piss was also starting to smell. “Issei!” Rias screamed. “We need to stop now!” “Why” asked Issei. “Because I can feel drops running down my thighs which means that your hands must be getting wet too.” “That’s no big deal,” said Issei. “I was prepared for something like this.” “But what about the smell? You must think it’s awful.” “I don’t think that at all,” said Issei. “After all, I think everything about you is wonderful including this smell.” Rias blushed and averted her gaze from Issei’s. “You’re a real pervert.” “I know,” said Issei, “but I’m you’re pervert.” In the end, Rias was able to get most of her piss into the urinal. After she was done, she wiped off the remaining droplets and readjusted her swimsuit. Another ten minutes would pass before Kiba eventually found them. Rias, Akeno, and Issei vowed to never say what happened in the bathroom that day, while at the same time Rias and Issei agreed that they would never tell Akeno what happened while she was asleep. The secret of that day would only make Rias and Issei closer.
I wrote this on fimfiction.net last night, and now I'm putting it here for one person who's interested to read something with her, because it's rare. Rarer than Rarity. Of course I know most of the people here aren't interested in MLP-related omo. Sunset Shimmer's Desperation Sunset Shimmer lay in bed. Her alarm went off, but she turned it off and went back to sleep. She was tired because she had stayed up late last night watching Daring Do movies with Rainbow Dash. She had drank a few cups of coffee to stay awake through the last one past midnight, and several glasses of water because it was the middle of summer and was very hot. She woke up to the sound of her doorbell. She quickly sat up in bed with a start. She was so tired this morning that she had forgotten - she was going on a trip with her friends! She and Rainbow Dash had only meant to watch one movie, but Rainbow had gotten carried away and insisted on watching more. Sunset ran downstairs and opened the front door. Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie stood outside. "Are you ready to go, Sunset?" said Twilight. "Just let me have breakfast first," said Sunset. "She slept in later than you," Applejack said to Rainbow Dash. Sunset ate some cereal for breakfast and drank an entire pot of coffee, along with a glass of water because of the summer heat. Then she changed into a white and pink T-shirt and a pair of short, tight jean shorts, one of her summer outfits. She rushed outside, not wanting to keep her friends waiting, and they got into a van, with Applejack driving. Rainbow Dash sat in the front seat, with Pinkie Pie, Rarity, and Fluttershy in the middle, and Sunset and Twilight in the back. As they hit the road, Rainbow Dash fell asleep. She had stayed up pretty late too, and must have gotten up earlier than her. They were just leaving the city when Sunset realized she needed to pee. She had drank a lot last night, and had still been so tired she went straight to sleep without using the bathroom first. She also was in such a rush this morning that she hadn't taken her morning pee. So, she needed to pee pretty badly. "Can we stop at a gas station?" said Sunset. "Ah made sure the van was full last night," said Applejack. "No, I... I have to go to the bathroom." She blushed a little. "Oh. Next gas station on the road, sugarcube." Sunset tried hard not to fidget, to hide her desperation. The other girls knew she needed to pee but she didn't want them to know how bad. She was sure she could hold it until the next gas station. However, they did not run into a gas station for another half hour. As the drive went on, Sunset's need to pee became greater. She fidgeted a little, with her legs close together but not crossed yet. Twilight looked a little nervous about Sunset wetting herself right beside her. After an uncomfortable half hour, they reached a gas station, and Applejack pulled into the parking lot. Sunset ran out of the van and into the gas station. She rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. But the toilet had an entire roll of toilet paper stuffed into it. Knowing that flushing the toilet would just cause it to overflow, Sunset ran back outside and into the van. "Feeling better?" said Fluttershy. "Yes," Sunset lied. She didn't want them to know she still needed to pee, and would hold it until they reached their first destination. The roadtrip continued, and Sunset became more uncomfortable. She was wishing she had just peed in the toilet back at the gas station. She wouldn't be able to flush, so her pee would still be visible in there, but now it was looking preferable to wetting herself. Fifteen minutes later, Sunset was fidgeting slightly. Twilight noticed this. "Sunset, are you all right?" "I'm fine." "You don't... still have to go, do you?" "No, I'm... I'm just really excited for the fun we're gonna have." "You look a little more anxious to me." "Well... the drive is boring. I can't wait to get there." Over the next twenty minutes, Sunset became more desperate, and fidgeted a little more. Then, they arrived at the city. Sunset felt better knowing there would be a bathroom she could use somewhere. Their first order of business was to go to the mall, which was bigger than the mall at their city. "We'll meet back up here at 11:00," said Applejack as they entered the door. It was about 10:00 now. Sunset had been holding it for about an hour. She ran to the nearest bathroom, but all the stalls were full, and there were more people waiting. After ten minutes of holding herself, Sunset realized that she wasn't using any of these toilets anytime soon, so she ran outside and looked for another bathroom. As she ran, she bumped into another girl and fell on her butt. She almost lost it there, but managed to hold it in. After apologizing to the other girl and rubbing her sore butt, she got back up and ran to the bathroom, but all the stalls in here were full as well, and more girls were waiting. Some of which looked as desperate as her, and one of which let out a loud fart, suggesting that she needed to take a dump. Sunset held herself and fidgeted more waiting for her turn, but once again the girls in each stall took forever. After twenty minutes, she gave up and ran outside. She needed to pee really badly now, and ran as fast as she could in search of a third bathroom. After about ten minutes of searching, she found one. But, it was in exactly the same state as the other two. They had to have chosen one of the busiest days. Sunset decided to wait this one out. After fifteen minutes, there were two girls left before her. But, Sunset looked at her watch and realized that it would be time to meet up with the other girls soon. There was no way she'd be able to pee here. So, reluctantly, she exited the bathroom and ran back to the entrance. She tried not to look desperate as she walked up to the other girls. As they got back into the van, they each described the places they had gone. Sunset barely paid attention to any of it, because she really needed to go. "What did you do, Sunset?" said Rarity. "Nothing much," said Sunset, trying hard not to fidget. Their next destination was a restaurant for lunch. Sunset waited until they ordered their food. "I... I drank an entire coffee pot this morning, and I really need to pee." She ran toward the bathroom. To her dismay, it had an "out of order" sign on it. Sunset moaned in frustration and went back to her seat. She tried to hide her desperation from her friends. She just hoped the food would come quickly so they could get to their next destination, and then she could find a bathroom there. As they waited for their food, the pressure in Sunset's bladder grew heavier. She really needed to pee, and she was sure the coffee she had drank this morning had gone through her by now. She fidgeted a little harder, and crossed her legs under the table. Twilight, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash noticed, but didn't say anything. After half an hour of fidgeting, their food arrived. Sunset wolfed her food down as fast as she could. But, Applejack and Pinkie Pie had gotten bigger meals. Pinkie ate hers rather quickly, but Applejack took longer than anyone else to finish, and Sunset crossed her legs tighter waiting for her to finish. Finally, at 12:00 PM, Applejack was done, and paid the bill. They returned to the van and drove to their next destination, a football game. "Are you all right, Sunset?" said Twilight as they were moving again. "Sure," said Sunset, who couldn't keep herself from fidgeting. "Do you need the bathroom?" "No." She blushed. Pinkie Pie looked behind her at Sunset. "You really look like you do." "All right," Sunset admitted. "The restaurant's bathroom was out of order. And so was the gas station bathroom. I've been holding it for three hours." "Come to think of it, I need to pee too," said Rainbow Dash. "Just hold it till we get to the football game," said Applejack. Once they reached the football stadium and took their seats, Sunset and Rainbow made a dash for the bathroom. To their dismay, they saw a big lineup for it. They waited as long as they could, but after ten minutes the lineup barely moved. "I'm missing too much of the game," said Rainbow Dash, and she ran back towards the arena. Sunset held herself and fidgeted more waiting for the lineup to move. Ten minutes later, there were many girls standing behind her. If she left now, she'd have to wait longer. She was determined to wait this one out no matter what. It might be her only chance of keeping her shorts dry. After what felt like hours, during which Sunset's need to pee became greater and she fidgeted harder, the girl in front of Sunset entered the bathroom. Sunset was close to finally finding relief. She almost felt more relaxed, even though she still needed to pee really badly. Eventually, the girl came out, and said "The toilet's broken." Sunset couldn't believe it. She would not believe it. She ran into the bathroom to make sure. The pipe at the back of the toilet was leaking, and the bowl was empty. Sunset tried the flush handle. It wouldn't work. She groaned and ran back to the seats. "Did you make it?" said Twilight. "The toilet broke right when it was my turn, and I still really need to pee!" said Sunset. She fidgeted and crossed her legs tight for the entire game. Rainbow was fidgeting too, but after about ten minutes, she stopped and let out a sigh of relief. Sunset, who was sitting right beside her, could hear a soft hissing sound coming from her, and she looked as her skintight black shorts and dark pink miniskirt became wetter. "Rainbow Dash, are you..." said Twilight. "I can't enjoy the game if I need to pee too badly," said Rainbow. She was blushing lightly but otherwise didn't seem to mind. The sight of Rainbow peeing herself made Sunset more uncomfortable. She could feel her bladder throbbing, the pressure growing every minute. She was more desperate than she had ever been in her life. She did not think she could hold it this long, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold it for. At 1:30, the football game was done. As the girls made their way to the van, Applejack walked up to a staff member. "Get someone to fix the toilet in the girl's bathroom. And, clean up Seat 129. Rainbow Dash peed all over it." Rainbow Dash blushed but chuckled a bit. The girls got back in the van and drove to their final destination. Applejack put a towel on the front seat for Rainbow to sit on. They arrived at the last destination, the fair. By now Sunset was even more desperate than before, and didn't even bother trying to hide it. As soon as they entered the fair, Sunset spotted a bathroom and ran towards it. "Oooh, I shouldn't have eaten so much," said Pinkie Pie, and she ran into the bathroom and locked the door. "Pinkie!" said Sunset, frantically doing the pee dance. "I really need to go!" About five minutes later, Pinkie exited the bathroom. "Sorry Sunset. I clogged the toilet." Sunset moaned. The other girls went on rides and through the funhouse, but Sunset didn't, as she was sure she'd wet herself if she did. She searched for another bathroom, but there didn't seem to be one. She tried to find a place where she could pee without anyone noticing. She eventually found a secluded spot behind the ice cream stand. She pulled her shorts down and squatted down. But at the last second, she realized her red panties were still up, so she pulled them down as well. She was about to start peeing, when a young couple suddenly came into view. Sunset quickly pulled her shorts back up, frustrated that relief had once again been snatched away from her. She frantically searched for another spot where she could relieve herself, but she couldn't find anywhere. The rest of the girls walked up to her at about 3:00. "We've all had our fun, so ah think it's time to go home," said Applejack. "Ah hope next time can be more fun for you." They got back into the van and drove toward a gas station. As Applejack refilled on gas, Sunset ran into the gas station and over to the bathroom. She was so desperate she'd definitely pee if she found it clogged. Unfortunately, the bathroom door had an "Out of order" sign on it. Sunset groaned in frustration and got back into the van. None of the other girls had to ask whether Sunset had found relief. Her fidgeting, holding herself, and crossing her legs made it obvious. Once Applejack was done, they drove back. The trip would take about an hour. Sunset knew she'd have to hold it until then. But she didn't know if she could. Minutes passed, and Sunset was squirming in her seat, crossing her legs tighter than ever. She could feel the pee sloshing around inside her as she fidgeted. "How much longer? I REALLY need to go!" "We'll stop at the gas station on the way," said Applejack. After a VERY uncomfortable 35 minutes, they reached the gas station they had stopped at on the way here. Sunset rushed into the bathroom, with both hands on her crotch. But, the bathroom was occupied. Sunset frantically did the pee dance and banged on the door, but no one came out. After ten minutes, Sunset ran back into the van. "Again?" said Applejack. Sunset nodded, fidgeting harder than before. As they hit the road again, the other girls - except Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie - realized they needed to pee too, though not nearly as bad as Sunset. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it," said Sunset. It was 4:00 when they ran into a traffic jam. "Oh come on, not now!" said Sunset. She squirmed harder, and felt herself leak a little into her underwear. She wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer. Fluttershy, Applejack, Rarity, and Twilight needed to pee too, but they weren't desperate yet, and knew if Sunset had held it this long, they'd be able to hold it until they got back. They stayed still for 10 minutes. 20. 30. Sunset felt her need to pee increase with each minute, and occasionally leaked a bit more, dampening the front of her jean shorts. After 40 minutes, they got back on the road. Sunset was fidgeting harder than ever, trembling with the effort of holding in her pee, and sweating quite a bit. She was about to burst. At about 5:00, they finally reached the city. "We're almost there!" said Fluttershy. "I can't... hold on... any longer..." They were not in the city for long when the dam burst. Sunset felt her shorts go from damp to wet, and a loud hissing noise could be heard. Within seconds, her butt became soaked, and a puddle started to form where she sat. The puddle reached Twilight's butt, wetting the back of her purple shorts. Twilight whimpered a little, but didn't say anything. Sunset blushed beet red as she kept peeing, getting her shorts and the seat of the van even wetter. This was the most embarrassing moment of her life. She was wetting herself in front of all her friends. Although, she had to admit to herself, the relief did feel wonderful. She might have enjoyed this if not for the humiliation. She peed for two minutes, and when she was done, she sat there and hung her head in shame. Her shorts and underwear were drenched, and smelled of pee. "Hey, you're hardly the first one today," said Rainbow Dash. "Or the last." Twilight blushed as she had just started peeing five seconds after Sunset had stopped. "Same thing happened to me once," said Applejack. "We still love you," said Fluttershy. "At least you tried to hold it," said Rarity. Rainbow Dash chuckled. Sunset felt a little better as they reached her house. "I'm sorry I peed all over your seat, Applejack," said Sunset, blushing lightly again. "No big whoop, sugarcube," said Applejack. "Ah can clean it. This wasn't the first time." Rarity and Pinkie Pie blushed. Sunset walked into her house, took a long shower, and changed into one of her other summer outfits. She was feeling much better once the shower was over. Once she got by the embarrassment, the warm release had felt really good. As for Applejack, Rarity, and Fluttershy, they all made it to the bathroom, though Applejack wet her jean shorts while sitting on the toilet. Next week, they took another trip to the same city, which was much more fun for Sunset, and when she did need to use the bathroom, she was able to find one. The End If anything seems too unrealistic, don't take it seriously. Sometimes I have to stretch to get my fantasies to work (and I like them to feel better about it at the end). Edited September 29, 2017 by The Dark Wolf (see edit history)
Hey everybody! Look, tags! I'm coming up in the world. Welcome to Part 3 of my series. Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here. This series is about 99% fiction in terms of the plot but pretty true when it comes to Parker's internal conflict over how he should react to his fetish. In the first two parts he wasn't too happy about it (and neither was the girl). But third time's the charm, they say... Two fun facts about this story! 1) I mentioned the series was 99% fiction. One of the bits that isn't fiction is the Campus Challenge described in this story. Back in the long-gone days of my youth, back when you needed a .edu email address to get on to Facebook (such primitive times!), there was a FB group called "I Like Peeing Outside More Than Inside," so of course I took a look, and I saw a pee-on-every-building-on-campus challenge posted once. Apparently the security building was the hardest. It sounded like it was mostly guys (not my thing -- but story possibility for some other person, some other day?) but I did see a couple cute girls mentioned in connection to it... 2) Like I've said elsewhere I really have wrestled with my fetish. One of the ways I've done that is by destroying all my stories. Shara & Ger's site had some, including old versions of the two stories I've posted before. So when I wanted to restart the series, I had those copies to work from. But this story right here? Twice written and twice deleted. I had to write this third version from memory alone. Is it better? Is it worse? I can't tell anymore! But then neither can you because this story is never before seen by anyone else in the world. In fact you might even call it a "deleted scene." But I'm still pretty darn pleased with this one. Okay, enough trivia that only I care about. STORY TIME ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Gentleman: Big Piss on Campus Parker's college was kind of out in the middle of nowhere. It didn't have a huge reputation as a techie school—only a small computer-science program, for example—but Parker's mom had gone there and he'd really liked the campus atmosphere when he'd visited. Plus it did have a film-studies program, and while he was interested in film, and had done plenty of camera work in high school, he wasn't sure that's exactly what he wanted to be doing. He had other interests, too—he'd been good at the sciences in general, and the school did have a good reputation for its science program. He was particularly interested in the astronomy courses; there was a small observatory on campus. It was also a cool campus in general—all brick and ivy. And more than two-thirds of the campus was undeveloped woods. A miniature forest out back, just a few minute's walk away! Parker found this surprisingly cool. He wound up taking a grab-bag of courses. The college required some basic liberal-arts classes, and while the first semester course was terrible, his second one was surprisingly good, and he'd quite enjoyed the stories and philosophy it opened up. And he'd really enjoyed the intro-to-biology course, as well as the computer science courses he'd naturally enrolled in. But the big delight was astronomy, his second semester, and the highlight of the year had been the cold late-February night when the professor had taken them out to the observatory and showed them the the rings of Saturn and the mountains on the moon. Parker also had had an introduction to the more extracurricular side of college: partying. His main connection was Carl, also known as CJ, a sophomore in the CS department. Carl's alter ego was CDJ, and he was known across campus as a capable guy to DJ a party: he put a lot of good thought into his playlists and occasionally slipped in his own remixes. This was tolerated out of school pride. And in his role as CDJ, he had a standing offer to the whole campus: if he got all the beer (or Red Bull) he could drink, he and his equipment—specifically a stack of amps, his soundboard, and his computer and devices—would turn up and provide all the music that could be asked. Parker was somewhat in awe of CJ, who enjoyed the hero worship and enjoyed imparting his wisdom. Parker's techie skills were more in the visual side of the A/V spectrum rather than audio, but he knew cables and he learned fast, so CJ took him on as an apprentice. This meant that if Parker worked a party (and set up the amps), he, too, got free beer. A week or two after the trip out to the observatory, Parker worked a party where he got far more than free beer. The winter was passing, and midterms had just passed, so everyone was unwinding. The party house was packed to the rafters. Movement was difficult, though there was plenty of dancing nevertheless. The warmer weather (and the party's close confines) had led to a lot of warm-weather clothing, particularly on the girls, which Parker found both quite enjoyable and a little frustrating. Parker, making good use of the free-beer stamp on his hand, went to refill his classic red cup. The kegs were stashed in ice, and the best place to stash ice was in the shower. So the downstairs bathroom was essentially out of commission as a bathroom, what with the constant stream of people coming and going for refills, though some people used it anyway. The line for refills was moving somewhat slowly, but eventually Parker got to the bathroom and stepped up to fill his cup. The dude manning the kegs, to make sure that everyone had the stamps showing they'd paid their share, was arguing with a girl about something, and a phrase caught Parker's ears: “—seriously thought this was the line for the bathroom. I've been waiting for ten minutes!” “I'm telling you, go upstairs, go outside, or go right here, I don't care which,” the beer dude said, taking Parker's cup and starting to fill it. “I just can't leave, I've got customers.” “You can't leave for just two minutes? Ninety seconds! I can pee fast.” The dude shook his head. “No can do.” “Totally can do,” Parker said. Both of them looked at him. “What?” the dude asked. “Dude. It's just for a minute. Give a girl some privacy.” “She can go upstairs!” “It's insane out there,” the girl said. “I don't know if I can even make it to the staircase, let alone the bathroom. And I heard someone was puking his guts out anyway.” The dude shrugged and reached past Parker for the next cup. “Sorry.” “Oh, come on,” Parker said. “It's not that big a deal.” “Okay, you two are starting to piss me off,” the dude said. Parker was about to open his mouth when the girl rolled her eyes and said, “Mmmmmmmkay. Fine,” and left the room. Parker followed her and tapped her on the shoulder. “You gonna be okay?” he asked, as she turned. She beamed at him. She had the cutest freckles and dimples, he noticed, in a round face, with green eyes. And her shoulder-length brunette hair was tinged with red. “Oh sure. But thanks for asking. And thanks for speaking up for me.” Parker shrugged. “Didn't seem fair.” “That's because it wasn't fair.” She held out her hand. “I'm Meagan.” “Parker.” “Cool. Nice meeting you, Parker. And now, apparently, I have to go look for an unoccupied bathroom.” “Hope you find one.” “I'll just go back to the dorm. I didn't want to leave, but I'm starting to find this whole party very uninviting.” “Was that a Firefly reference?” “Why, yes it was.” “Shiny.” She grinned. “See you around?” “I hope so.” Well, that was cool, Parker thought. I hope she makes it. CJ had drawn a small crowd, so Parker went back to see if there was anything that needed to be done. Turned out there was not; just a few admirers. One was a slender blonde wearing a white tank top and gray sweatpants. She seemed a bit under-dressed even for this party, but she was absolutely stunning: her boobs were the perfect mix of round and perky, and yet it didn't even look like she was wearing a bra. Parker tried not to stare and just listened. She was talking, in a cute European accent—German or Swedish or something—about how there was so much hidden away on campus that she'd never known about, and so many random activities. “What else should I do?” she demanded of the group. “Been in Taylor Hall?” “I don't even know where that is.” “Yeah, nobody remembers it!” And so it went, until one guy said, “Have you done the campus challenge?” “I have not,” she said. “What is that?” “Real simple,” the guy said. “Piss on every building on campus.” “That is not so much of a challenge,” the blonde replied. “It is for girls,” one of the others said. “You have not seen me pee,” the blonde retorted. “Well. How many buildings are there?” “Forty-four or forty-six, depending on how you count it,” said the first guy. “And how many have you done?” the blonde said. “Twenty-five or so. It's hard to keep track.” “Well, I'll have to start right away then, hadn't I?” she said. She immediately finished her drink and waved her cup in the air. “I will need more beer...” “I'll get you some,” Parker volunteered. Parker got the beer, though it meant standing in line and staring down the dude at the keg, and returned as quickly as he could. “Thank you, darling,” she said in that adorable (Polish? Russian?) accent. “Such a gentleman. You Americans are all so bad-mannered, but this boy knows how to treat a lady. What's your name?” “Parker.” “Parker. And I am Lara.” Parker managed to squelch his first response—Just like Tomb Raider, right down to the boobs!—and managed to carry on the conversation. After Lara had finished the beer Parker brought her, which she did alarmingly quickly, she wiped her mouth and said, “All right. I am going to piss on some buildings. Who is coming with me?” “What, right now?” “I'm only here for another few months, and you all have a head start on me! So yes, tonight, right now.” A small crowd followed Lara outside, apparently drawn by the prospect of seeing her drop her pants. “We start here!” she announced at the side of the house, where not a few people had been pissing already. A few guys stood against the wall to pee, and one girl squatted in the corner between the house and the fence. Lara, in contrast, remained largely standing, but bent forward. (This set off her boobs to even better advantage, and Parker became entirely convinced she wasn't wearing a bra.) She pulled her sweatpants down just far enough—and let out a brief but thunderous blast of pee against the side of the house, a stream that shot straight backward and spattered against the wall, as if she'd put it there with a dick. Then just two seconds later, she cut off her flow, bobbed her butt energetically to shake off any droplets, and stood up again. There were cheers and applause. It had all happened so fast Parker hadn't even had time to get hard. “Where to next?” Lara asked. “Nearest classroom building is the science hall,” said the guy who'd mentioned the challenge in the first place. “Then we go!” It was a somewhat smaller party that headed out for the science lab. Here the challenger pointed out a good place to hide: a stairwell down to the basement. Lara trotted down the stairs and repeated her performance earlier, but no one joined her. Instead, a few whistled. She glared at the group indignantly as she pulled up her pants. “This is not a free show,” she said. “If you do not piss with me, you are not welcome here. Go!” And she stood with her arms crossed, tapping her foot, until the gawkers started to move off. “Parker, where are you going?” Lara asked as he walked away with the crowd. “I can't pee right now,” Parker said—and then, because she looked so disappointed, and because he'd had a fair amount of beer, he went for broke. “It's mostly because you look incredibly hot doing that, and, well... it's kinda hard right now.” Lara laughed and took him by the arm. “Cute and honest and funny. I will hold on to this boy, I think.” That seemed enough to dissuade most of the remaining gawkers, and by the fourth building, it was just the two of them. How is this happening? Parker wondered. How is this possibly happening? Am I dreaming? As Lara pulled her sweatpants back up from this fourth building, she had to pause for a second. “You okay?” Parker asked. “I am fine,” Lara said. “It is only that the one way I can piss straight backward like this is if I am quite full. And when I have been letting out a little at a time like this, the rest wants to come out even more. So I am a little urgent!” “I didn't know that getting desperate could make you pee farther.” “Oh yes. For women at least. When I was a girl back home I got into a pissing contest with my boy cousins who live in the country. We went riding up the mountain so we would have privacy. I drank so much water I nearly popped like a balloon. But when I finally went, everyone was so amazed by how far I pissed.” “So you won?” “Oh no! We rode our donkeys up the hill, and just as I was finishing, one of them let go. The donkey won.” Parker laughed, and Lara did too, and then she had to bend over with her hands between her legs. This put some further blood into Parker's cock... and it also put Lara at eye level. “So,” she purred as she slowly straightened up, “does it make you hard that I must piss?” Parker froze. What could he say to that? What could he possibly say? Lara draped her arms around his shoulders. “Don't be shy,” she said. “It is quite obvious. And I really do not mind if it excites you.” And with that she pressed herself to him. He could feel the perfect mounds of her boobs against his chest—and a third bump down near her crotch. “I don't mind at all,” Lara whispered in his ear, and then she kissed him. Her tongue slipped between his slack-jawed lips. A few moments later she broke away so she could cross her legs. Slightly bent over, she grinned up at him. “Sorry. I am getting quite urgent and you are—what is it? 'Pitching a tent'? It was pressing on me.” Parker blushed so hard he nearly popped a blood vessel. “Say something, dear boy,” Lara said, straightening up and taking him by the arm. “I... I can't believe this is happening.” “No? I will make you believe it.” She suddenly grinned impishly and rolled her eyes. “But first I need to do something else...” At the next building, it took a few moments for them to find a sufficiently secluded spot, and once Lara had sprayed her piss on the wall behind a tree, it took her a long time to get her pants back up. She walked back to where Parker was standing watch (in several senses) with a slow, awkward gait. “Everything okay?” “I don't know how much longer I can keep the rest in,” Lara said. “It is almost coming out right now.” She glanced around and then slid two fingers under the waistband of her sweats to press against her crotch directly. After a moment she took them away again. “It's close,” she said, her voice a little tight. “Let's hurry.” The next building was a little distance away: there was a road to a parking lot first, with a broad grassy lawn between the road and the building. At this time of night there wasn't a ton of traffic, but as they approached, a car came by—and then, behind it at just the wrong distance, another one. As the cars were getting close to the parking lot, they had to slow down as they approached. So Lara, shuffling from foot to foot, had to wait as they went by. As the second one slowed, she said something in a language Parker didn't understand. She sounded irritated. Then the way was clear and they could cross, and Lara started to run across the lawn—but she only got a few strides before she had to stop, jamming her legs together, bent double. She slowly straightened up, and then made her way toward the next building more cautiously. As she and Parker approached, they could see that the nearest wall of the building was edged with some nice new landscaping, all of it quite short and providing absolutely no cover, with two tall lampposts nearby shining down plenty of light. “Maybe there's more cover around on the other side,” Parker said. “Fuck cover,” Lara said, and she walked straight through the landscaping. She put her back to the wall, sprayed a quick blast, and then dropped into a squat and pissed the rest of the river she'd been holding. Parker watched, fascinated. Lara did her little butt-bob to clear the droplets from her crotch, then pulled her sweatpants up quickly and walked back to join him. “Well,” she said. “Did you like that?” “A lot.” “Good,” she said with a sly smile. “Now. Why don't you come back to my room?” “Okay...” Lara's room, however, was occupied by her roommate and a guy, who looked as if they'd been making out until five seconds before, and so Lara simply waved, grabbed two water bottles, and left the room quickly. “Fuck,” Lara said. “I did not know she was home. Your room?” “My roomie's always there.” Lara sighed. “And the library is closed by now. Hmm.” She glanced down at the bottles. “Well, as long as we are looking for a place... I might as well keep working on the challenge, eh? Especially since you seem to like it so much.” She chugged the half-full bottle, then took a few sips from the other and offered it to Parker. He took a sip. Clearly it was some fairly potent booze concoction. “Wow. What's in this?” “Vodka, of course.” Lara went back to the main lobby and refilled the other bottle with water from the drinking fountain. Then she led the way back out into the night, alternating big swigs from the water bottle and sips from the vodka. Parker trailed in her wake, and occasionally took some vodka as well. “Aren't you going to pee here?” Parker asked as they passed a dorm. “I am not full enough yet,” she said. “But it will probably not be long. So let us walk while we wait for me to fill. And perhaps we shall find a good place for something else.” She glanced at his crotch. “You are not quite as big as you were a moment ago.” “Peeing turns me on. You're not peeing right now.” She pouted. “Am I not attractive other ways?” “Oh, god yes. But when you're peeing, you're ungodly hot.” She laughed, then gave him a sly smile. “Well then! Let us go to the building that is farthest away. By the time I am there I will need to piss again. Then we will work our way backward.” She took several big gulps of water and a double-shot-sized swallow of vodka to reinforce her words, then turned back to Parker. “Where is the farthest building?” Inspiration struck. “The observatory!” “I have no idea where that is!” “That way. Way out there. Past the sports fields.” “Perfect!” And off she strode. Parker hurried after. As they approached the last streetlight in the last parking lot, before the darkness of the athletic fields and the undeveloped part of campus, Lara said, “It is very dark out there.” “It's not too hard to see when you're out there,” Parker said. “There's still some light.” “Not as far as I can see. So... watch!” As they approached the limit of the streetlight's glare, Lara suddenly put a hand on his chest to stop him, took a step back, and flashed him. It was over in a flash, just lifting the hem of her white tank top up to her neck and then dropping it back, but it was enough. Enough to get a full if fleeting glimpse of her boobs, nipples and all—for she was indeed not wearing a bra. “So,” she said. “Am I not hot?” Parker swallowed and stammered something unintelligible. “Good enough!” she laughed. And then she crossed her legs. “But I am also needing to piss soon. So I think you will be happy either way.” “I don't think you really need to worry about that...” They plunged into the darkness, working their way to the rudimentary football field with its attendant buildings. “Wanna pee on these?” Parker asked. “Will it make you nice and hard?” “Does a bear piss in the woods?” She laughed, and went over to the nearest building. She did her usual squat, letting out a one-second piss. After she cut off her stream, she gasped and remained bent over. “What? What's wrong?” “I don't think I can do that again,” Lara said. “Remember that it wants to come out even more?” “Uh-huh.” “Well, now it wants to come out very, very much. Also it is colder out here. Can we hurry? Please?” In the dark it took Parker a moment to find the gravel road that turned off to the observatory. He pretended he wasn't sure which way to go, as Lara stood waiting patiently with crossed legs. When he finally “decided,” she made a small pleased noise and hurried along the road, turning back when he walked a little more slowly. “Hurry, please!” she said. “Hey, I'm coming, I'm coming.” “I thought you wanted to see this,” she said. “If we don't get there soon I will piss right into my pants.” “I said I'm coming!” The gravel road was longer than Parker remembered. After a while he began to wonder if he really had gone the right way. When they came to the trees he realized he hadn't. “Crap,” he said. “We went the wrong way.” Lara groaned, and went striding back the way they'd come in haste. Then she had to stop to shake a stone out of her flip-flops. Then she kept hurrying, back to the Y-intersection, and up the other way. Then she stopped and stood, cross-legged again, for a moment. She took another step, then stopped dead again, this time with her hands pressed into her crotch. Parker hurried up, and realized she'd reached inside her sweatpants to do so. “You okay?” he asked. “I need help, Parker, a little,” she said, in a slightly tight voice. She muttered something in her native language, then explained, “It is right there. If I walk, I piss. But I do not want to piss into my pants. Is it far?” Parker looked up the road, and saw the dome of the observatory silhouetted against the starry sky. “No, it's right there.” “I think I can make it,” Lara said. “But I must take off my pants in case I leak. But I can't take my hands away from my... my...” “Crotch,” Parker supplied. “Whatever.” Lara was starting to sound a little exasperated. “So I need you take my pants off. Can you do that?” “Uh... yeah?” “Good boy.” Parker crouched down in front of her and pulled the sweats off her hips and past her hands where they were pressed against her crotch. She was wearing no underwear. In the dim light he could still peek around her fingers to see that her pubic hair, surprisingly dark, was trimmed short. “Do you like it?” Lara asked. “Yes.” “Good. Then can you finish, please?” Lara took one hand away from her crotch to lean on his shoulder and lifted up one foot. Parker pulled the sweats off over the ankle, then repeated the process for her other foot. As soon as he was done, Lara took the pants from him with her spare hand and kept the other pressing on her groin, then strode off up the gravel. He hurried after her, realizing just how painfully hard he was. A few yards further up the road, a light flicked on. It was almost blinding after the darkness. Lara gasped and froze. So did Parker, until he remembered what it was. “Motion-sensor light,” he said. “It's automatic. No one's here.” Lara swore in her native language again. “I pissed a little, because of that,” she said. She ran the rest of the way. This treated Parker to a truly stunning sight: Lara's lithe body perfectly silhouetted against the darkness, as good as naked with the tight tank-top; her breasts bobbing and swaying as she ran; her hand pressed to her crotch; and then a sparkling on the back of her legs, where the light caught the pee that was running down them. Lara turned to put her back to the building. Parker ran up after her. She was cursing in her own language, softly, steadily, the same word every time. “Ready?” she said. “So ready.” She bent over. “Wait...” She looked up at him. Emotions flashed across her face: incredulity, frustration, then a flash of pure desperation. “I am already going,” she said in a husky whisper, and he heard the droplets hit the ground. “Pull it out.” He fumbled with his zipper, got his dick loose. She took him in her hand and started to stroke. Then, at the same moment, she let go. Her piss thundered against the wall. Lara's whole body relaxed. Her eyes closed in pure pleasure, and she gave a sigh of blissful relief. And Parker came, spurting uncontrollably in her hand. The first blast splashed on her cheek, as she had been pulling him toward her mouth. She jerked him downward, and the rest instead splattered between her thighs to join the substantial puddle forming at her feet. She kept stroking him, however, and more shudders ran through his body. Lara shook her head and wiped her cheek off with her free hand. “Too fast,” she said, “much too fast. I had plans for that.” “Sorry,” Parker gasped. “It is okay,” she said. “You must make it up to me, though.” “How?” Her flow trickled off, and she did her butt-bob again. “How? Go down on your knees.” He blushed. “I, uh, don't know how to do that. Actually, I don't really know about any of this...” “I know. On your knees, boy, and do what I tell you.” Later, she caressed his hair. “You are a virgin, Parker,” she said, not asking. “...Yeah.” “Am I the first woman to touch you?” “Yeah.” “And you like pissing. Dear boy. No wonder you came so quickly. Well, I forgive you. But you have a lot to learn.” And there was something in her voice that made Parker realize this was a one-time deal.
This story is totally fictional (given how unlikely it is) - mind the tags if you want to avoid anything you don't like. I don't drink. When you're in college, this makes it hard to hang out with your friends. Chances are, that's the main and only way your friends socialize. I do have a car, though, so I get dragged along anyway - but as the designated driver. A glorified baby-sitter (except unpaid!), watching my friends reduced to children and be utterly no fun to be around. However, there is one advantage - people gotta go, and they're not as good at being adults about it. Once, I was dragged out by my girlfriend, Claire, on just such an occasion. She wanted to catch up with some friends who were about to graduate and move away. I knew them already, which saved me from the excruciating introductory small talk that comes with bars. There was Hannah, a lanky and tall blonde woman who chopped her hair short and talked energetically with her hands, Melissa, a hard-nosed red-headed woman who was rather belligerent when drunk, and Jackie, a Latina woman with wavy hair. Of course, there was also my girlfriend, Claire - she was a mild-mannered black woman with beautiful curly hair. While I knew all of them, they were more Claire's friend than mine, and I soon resorted to sitting at the bar nursing my shirley temple while looking on. While I was never a fan of rompers, I couldn't help but admire my girlfriend in hers, a silky, flower-patterned romper that accentuated her curves and teased me by seeming almost see-through when I checked out her butt. Her friends were lookers as well. Hannah was wearing a simple shirt and purple jeans, but her thin and athletic build showed through. Melissa wore a low-cut tan top and she also wore jeans, but they caught my eyes more than Melissa's, to be honest.. Claire was also often envious of Melissa's ass... something I pretended not to notice. Jackie wore a short dress that was zebra patterned, skin tight and showing off her ample curves. It's not that I aim to objectify all my girlfriend's friends, but there was little else for me to do given my lack of interest in their discussion of the different hair products they used. Something about how it was unfair that black hair products were hidden away and overpriced or something. I should have probably paid attention, given which person I was dating. Oh well. We soon left that bar... and the next bar... and the next bar... and eventually settled at one that had music. Now, I have to confess, not only am I not a drinker, but I'm not a dancer, either. It's shocking that I've ever gotten a girlfriend, in hindsight. So, again, I sat at the bar as the ladies danced the night away. At some point, I checked my phone. It was midnight. We had been out for over four hours. That's when the secret part of my brain perked up - I don't think a single one of the women used the bathroom, yet. Claire's always had an iron bladder (unfortunately!), but four hours of drinking consistently means they probably had to go. Bad. However, I couldn't tell just looking at the girls dancing. Actually... exactly as I looked, Melissa stopped in the middle of grinding with some guy and gave her crotch a discreet squeeze. She straightened up, said something to the guy, and walked to the bathroom. I followed her with my eyes and realized that there was a line out the door. She noticed as well and immediately turned to head to the bar, where I was. I quickly turned to my water (I had moved on from the shirley temples... didn't want to drink too much sugar!) to pretend I wasn't watching. She came up next to me and I turned to her. "You good?" I asked her. "Yeah... I just wanted a water after all that dancing." So, playing it close to the chest, huh? Alright, I'll pretend I didn't notice anything. She waved the bartender down and asked for a water. While he poured her drink, she leaned over the bar and grimaced. I did my best to pretend not to look as I followed her legs with the corner of my eye - her right one bounced up and down before she aggressively crossed it. Soon, though, I thought I smelled the acrid smell of a fart. Well, I say acrid, but an even deeper secret of mine is that the idea that a lady is desperate to poop is just as titillating. However, we were in a crowded bar with a dance floor. Any one of the hundred people could have been the perpetrator. I just couldn't shake the feeling it was Melissa, though... I glanced over and she was bent over her water at a strange angle. She suddenly turned around and leaned her back against the bar. I looked at where she was looking and saw the rest of the squad come over. Jackie squealed, "We have to get a picture of all of us!" Melissa looked less than pleased about the suggestion, but fortunately for her everyone else got around her so she didn't have to move. Jackie raised her phone to take a selfie before seeing me. "Oh! Could you take the picture?" I dutifully saved them from selfie culture before returning to my water. I saw Melissa sneak out of the group to get in the bathroom line, which mercifully was much shorter now. I glanced at her butt again and couldn't help but think it was clenched rather tight... in the dark club, though, I couldn't see any evidence of her losing it, though. While I was vaguely disappointed she seemed to make it, I don't think I'd actually wish that kind of embarrassment on a friend. A few minutes later, she returned and the ladies discussed going home. Claire asked me if I was willing to drive them home. I responded with a smile, "That is my job as the designated driver!" I walked to the car alongside Claire with my arm around her as Melissa, Jackie, and Hannah walked behind us. Melissa's unwitting show over, I couldn't help but think that none of the others had gone, yet. This was quickly confirmed when I overheard Jackie say, "Man, I gotta go! I should have gone before we left." Melissa responded, "Nah, their bathroom was nasty. I regret using it." I perked up, but that was the end of the discussion. When we got to the car, Claire sat up front (as is the rule - girlfriend always gets shotgun, remember!) while the three others piled on in the back. It was a 10 minute drive to Melissa's apartment, the ladies chatting happily as I concentrated on the downtown traffic and drunken pedestrians. I didn't pay much heed to the women except to notice Jackie crossing her legs quite a few times - including once where I got a glimpse of her black thong. When we arrived at Melissa's, I pulled up on the curb she quickly thanked me and got out and walked around the front of the car. As she walked past the headlights, I glimpsed a darker patch on her thigh, going from her crotch to an inch down. Already vaguely horny from Melissa and Jackie's desperation, I quickly tried to focus on putting Hannah's address in my phone's GPS, since she lived closest. Fortunately for Melissa, I doubt anyone else, inebriated as they were, noticed. Hannah lived in a house, so I pulled up to the driveway. As I came to a stop, I looked back at Hannah who seemed not to notice we had arrived. She was looking down while her legs were firmly crossed, both hands in her crotch. I pretended not to notice and coughed lightly. "We're here, Hannah." She jerked her head up, surprised, then thanked me and opened the door. As she swung her right leg off her left leg and out the door, I could see a dark spot about the size of a golf ball on her crotch. Just as quickly, she exited the car and I was left uncomfortably aroused. She took the steps up to her front door and I couldn't help but notice again - was she clenching her ass as well? It was almost impossible to tell, but I swore... Keeping an eye on her, I put in Jackie's address into my phone. I saw Hannah bend over and I glanced up to the house's front door. She had dropped her keys and bent over at the waist to pick it up. As she bent over, though, I saw it - a bulge formed and quickly grew. Additionally, the wet spot, which was previously invisible from this angle, grew and was an orange-sized ball from the bottom of her rear to her upper thighs. She immediately straightened up and unlocked the door. Now it was less obvious, as it didn't seem like she let a whole load out, but I could tell there was a clementine-sized droop in the middle of her jeans. She hurriedly stepped into the house and closed the door behind her. I looked over at Claire and Jackie and saw that they were having an intense discussion about how non-white men needed to better support women of color. Happy to not get in the middle of that conversation and happy for Hannah for getting away with no one else noticing, I took off for Jackie's place. Jackie had been demonstrably desperate the whole ride, and she comfortably declared, "If you don't get me home quick, I'm gonna pee on your seat." I laughed nervously and pretended that I wasn't a little bit hoping for that. "We're almost there, don't worry." Claire, usually quiet on these things, chimed in. "I might pee on your seat, too." Now THAT caught my attention. I just hoped my erection wasn't noticeable... not that Claire would mind, but it'd be a hard one to explain. Get it? Hard one? ...sorry. Anyway, I glanced over and Claire was indeed crossing her legs. Her romper was temptingly short and I felt like I could almost see her underwear... I quickly looked back to the road before I got us all killed. When we pulled onto Jackie's road, I looked in the rear view mirror. Jackie, who was sitting in the middle and stayed there after everyone else had gotten out, was looking down at her crotch. I could just see it, as well, at the bottom of my mirror. She had stopped crossing her legs and had spread them to look down and pulled her dress up. The reason was that exactly as I looked, I saw a spurt shoot straight through her glistening thong (she must have already started to pee in them before I looked). She hurriedly closed her legs and grabbed the edge of the seat and seemed to bore her rear into the seat. Trying my hardest to concentrate, I pulled up across from Jackie's apartment. She gave me a quick thank you and practically leapt out the left-hand seat. I couldn't help but look at her legs as she walked away and I saw rivulets rolling down her legs. As she got to the sidewalk, though, she paused, and that's when I saw a small turd fall out from her dress. I remembered she was wearing a thong and realized that wasn't gonna hold anything back. She quickly got moving again and got to her apartment front door, leaving behind a trail of piss. As the glass door closed behind her, I saw another turd bounce off her thigh and onto the ground. She turned right and out of sight. Claire interrupted my trance. "What are you looking at?" "I... uhh.. just making sure Jackie got home." She playfully slapped my hand. "You were checking her out, weren't you? It's fine, I'd check her out, too, if I was you..." I thought fast. "Why would I check her out when I can look at you?" I pecked her a kiss on the cheek. She laughed. "Smooth recovery. Let's go home, I wasn't joking about peeing on your seat." I moved my attention from my now raging horniness to driving. It was a fifteen minute drive to our apartment, and concentrating was made all the harder by Claire's incessant leg jiggling. At one point, she crossed them and leaned forward. "I have to confess something..." "Yeah?" "I actually really have to poop as well. You don't think I'm gross for saying that?" I was in euphoria, actually. "What? Of course not, everyone poops. I'm honestly shocked y'all didn't use the bathroom all night." She groaned. "I know, actually, I thought I was going to pee right on the dance floor. Also, I'd get close to a guy, let a fart out, then quickly dance to a different spot." I looked at her as if I had never seen her before. "What?!" I had never heard such details from Claire, quiet and introverted as she usually was. "I'm sorry, TMI?" "No, no, it's fine, I just haven't heard you talk about that before." "Yeah, well, it's not gonna be talk if we don't get home soon..." "Don't worry. I love you even if you smell like farts." She responded sarcastically, "Wow, that's the most romantic thing you've ever said." "I'm a poet, I try." We got to my apartment. I pulled into the gravel parking lot in the back and turned the car off. I opened the door but didn't hear Claire do the same. I looked over and she was frozen in place, hunched over. "You okay?" "If I move, it's gonna come outta both ends." I quickly got out (hoping my erection wasn't too obvious when I stood) and opened her door for her. I, of course, wanted to see her have an accident, but first and foremost I wanted to support her, even if that means my fantasies, so close to completion, wouldn't happen. I extended my hand. She took it, took a deep breath, and got out. I shut the door and she squealed, running to the back door. I followed her and saw why she squealed. I trail of piss went halfway down her left leg. As she got to the door, I saw a new trail follow it, this time going all the way to her sandals. Her romper did nothing to soak the pee as more urine rolled down her legs, squirting out every few seconds or so. She stomped in place as I pulled out the key. "Quick! I'm pissing myself!" I unlocked the door and she ran in and ran up the stairs. I was on the second story and had to unlock that door, as well. My eyes were glued to her butt as I followed her up the narrow stairs. Halfway up, I saw her cheeks unclench as she started peeing in earnest. I heard a high-pitched fart as a tiny bulge popped out, her tight and thin romper showing every detail. She didn't stop running up the stairs as it grew from the size of the tip of a finger to a golf ball. By the time I got to the door, she was bent over and it was the size of an orange. A puddle was forming around her. I quickly got the door open and she stepped in, stopped, and groaned. I saw that she was no longer peeing - she must have emptied herself already. After groaning, her bulge rapidly grew double its size, straining her romper. It pushed the legs back so that I could see her white boyshorts, the crotch stained yellow and the back tinted brown. She turned to me, defeat in her eyes. I hugged her. "Don't worry. Accidents happen. I don't think any less of you and I love you." Her eyes showed her gratefulness, but then she furrowed her brows. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Why do you have a boner?" "Uuh..." THE END Bonus: Melissa at the Club This takes place while the protagonist is checking Melissa out as she dances. Melissa groaned inwardly. She had to poop - badly. There was no way she could poop at a bar bathroom, though. They were disgusting and sometimes didn't even have any privacy. The lady solidarity in women's bathrooms was nice, but she doubted it extended to her stinking up the place. As she thought this while dancing, she realized she let a fart loose. Horrified, she hoped the guy grinding on her didn't notice and she turned and shouted, "I'm gonna get a drink" and quickly headed to the bathroom. However, before she got there, she saw the line of over fifteen ladies and decided to make good on her excuse. When she ordered her water, though, another cramp came through and she bent over. She had to pee, as well, but it was her stomach that was taking her attention. She knew she couldn't hold back any longer and let another fart through. She could hear this one, a booming one, and her ears turned red with embarrassment before she realized that no one else could hear over the music. She quickly tried to look normal drinking her water, failing miserably as she nursed her stomach. As she let out another fart, she realized that a turd began to escape along with it. She straightened up and turned around, feeling it touch her underwear and then stop as it touched cotton. She remembered she debated wearing a thong to avoid a panty line, but she was glad she went with full cut panties now... not that she was planning on this. She saw the girls come over. Hopefully this meant we were leaving soon, she thought. Her hopes were dashed when Jackie demanded a picture. She refused to move from the bar, though, and the other girls stood by her as the picture was taken. As it was being taken, though, Melissa could feel her poop moving again, the first turd curling up and settling in her underwear. She was far from done, though, and ears burning, she made her escape to the bathroom line, now thankfully only four people. Every step felt like an eternity. She realized, too, she had let out a spurt when she pooped, and the dampness rubbed against her. She got in line without any mishaps, though, and tried her best to not look desperate as she stood with her legs crossed. As each person did their business, she shuffled closer, but when she was next in line, she felt her anus opening. Frozen, she didn't know what to do as yet another turd started to snake out. It pushed her panties and jeans back before the tightness of her jeans stopped it. Another spurt of urine came out, soaking her red panties and getting to her jeans. She glanced behind, but no one was in line behind her. She knew there had to be a bulge, but she hoped the darkness of the club kept her safe. A minute of sheer terror passed before the person left the bathroom and she entered. Thankfully, it was a single room bathroom with a lock. She breathed a sigh of relief and unbuttoned her jeans. The moment she pulled them down just a little, her poop continued to move and fill up the new space. She pulled her jeans down to her knees as the second turd finally settled. She felt more poop on the way but couldn't figure out how to get her panties down safely. As her anus opened up yet again, she just sat down and finished her poop in her underwear, letting out another squirt as well. Finished, she gingerly lowered her underwear and dumped the contents in, also letting the rest of her pee out. She hurriedly wiped as much poop off her underwear as possible and off her butt, but there was no way to make it completely clean. She pulled her dirty panties back up, grimacing at feeling the poop still, then pulled her jeans up, flushing the evidence away. She looked at her butt in the mirror and saw no evidence, thankfully. She checked her crotch and found a small spot, but she was confident no one would notice. Washing her hands thoroughly, she then left the club and hoped they would leave soon.
Emily hated kids, she hated their tendency to be loud, she hated their energy, but most of all she hated how they always needed to go the bathroom. That's why she wished their was another way she could pay for college other than babysitting. However almost every store near her university seemed to be jammed full of employees. She had tried almost everything she could near her school but it was all full. Now she was stuck with the things she hated most. "Emwy I want to play!" Johnny shouted from his crib. Johnny was three and lived with his aunt and uncle as his mom had died giving birth to him and his dad was emotionally and financially unstable. "Kid probably doesn't even have a future." Emily muttered to herself. "What do you wanna play Johnny?" She looked up from her phone to see him bouncing up and down. "Dinosaurs!" He yelled as he pointed to his chest filled to the brim with models of prehistoric creatures. "Okay." Emily walked over to the chest, fixing her skirt as she stood up. "Which do you want?" "T-Wex!" Johnny yelled enthuasticly as he pointed to the horrifying lizard. "I'd be terrified to play with this as his age." She uttered a little too loud. "You're scared!" Johnny giggled to himself as he heard her statement. "Stop or you don't get your dinosaur." She snapped as she put the toy behind her back. "I sorry!" The toddler replied guiltfully before switching to glee as he handed his T-Rex. "Rawwwrrrr, rawwwwrrrr!" He moved the animal up and down as he took pleasure in replicating the life of the long dead creature. Then he stopped and looked back towards Emily. "Gimme Twiceratops." He pointed again to the chest. "Which one is that?" Emily questioned the toddler as the Anthropology major was not as knowledges in prehistoric reptiles as the three year old. "The big horns!" Emily took notice and grabbed the equally as horrifying creature. "Looks pretty scary." She said facetiously to Johnny to excite him up. "Twiceratops is not scary it eats leaves." As he exposed her poor scientific knowledge again. "Very interesting." She falsely remarked as she handed him the animal. "Rawwwrr, rawwwrrr!" Johnny slammed the toys together simulating an intense battle. Suddenly he stopped and looked to his babysitter. "Emwy I gotta go potty." Emily groaned. "Let's go!" She angrily spouted as she lifted the child from his crib. He walked himself to the bathroom and got onto the toilet. As he did his business Emily looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had curly brown hair that reached her shoulders and glasses. She pushed back her hair and looked at the sides of her face. "You almost done?" She impatiently asked Johnny as he pulled up his pants. "I done!" He said as he flushed the toilet himself. "Thank god." She said to herself. It was fifth time she had to pull him out of his crib to use the restroom that day. She thought it might be a new record. "Kids really need to work on some bladder control." "I wanna go to the park!" Johnny shouted and snapped Emily out of her thoughts. "Alright let's go." She brought him to the door and helped him put on his tiny sneakers before putting on her brown boots. She reached down and brushed a few fuzzy bits off of her bare knees before fixing her skirt again. She grabbed her jean jacket and pulled it over her pink flower shirt. "Ready?" She asked Johnny. "Ready!" He yelled before they went off. ----------------------- It took about ten minutes for them to walk to the park and Emily was regretting not bringing a water bottle with her. She was feeling extremely thirsty when she reached the park and she assumed Johnny would be as well. "Are you thirsty?" She asked as he look in a whole over direction. "Johnny?" "No." He replied, not even looking sweaty. "Well I'm thirsty, so I'm gonna grab a water bottle okay?" She wondered why she asked his permission. Thankfully his attention span had already reached its limit and he hadn't even heard she had said. "Hello, can I help you ma'am?" The man behind the counter asked. "Hello, can I get a liter bottle of water?" She put on her best smile. "Sure thing that'll be $5." Emily was taken back. $5 for a liter was expensive. "I have a twenty." She pulled out her twenty dollar bill. "Sorry ma'am. You have to have exact change. I can give a gallon for twenty though." Emily was in shock. She prepared to turn him down, but seeing him pull out the gallon and watching the water rush around inside it only made her more thirsty. "Ill take it, I'll take it!" She cried out through her desperation. She handed him the bill and began to chug the gallon down. Before she had realized it she had already drank down almost half of it. "You want some buddy?" She offered the water to Johnny. "I not thirsty." He shot back in reply. The hot sun only led Emily to continue drinking. The two continued walking until Emily spotted someone. It was George, a guy who sat next to her in class and also her crush. She started to blush as he came towards her. "Hey Emily." He said with a smile. "Hey George." Emily replied as she tried to hide her blushing. "What are you doing here?" "I'm babysitting Johnny here." She pointed to the toddler next to her. "I ugh, I thought you hated..." "Yeah well, you know?, there was no other jobs available so..." "Ah, I understand. Well I was just to use the restroom over there so I guess I'll catch you later." "Bye George." "Bye Emily." Emily blushed again as he walked off. "Is that your boyfriend?" Johnny asked her. "No you little rascal." She said giving him a light tap on the shoulder. It was only now she realized she needed to use the restroom. "Johnny you gotta go potty? I gotta go." "No." "Alright." Emily figured she could hold it. She was twenty-two after all. The two kept walking and soon Emily realized it was a bit more urgent than she had thought. "Johnny how about we go towards the pottys after all." Emily said with a sense of urgency in her voice. "I don't need a potty!" Johnny yelled, causing several people to look towards him. "Okay buddy, what do you want?" "I want to go to the pond." He pointed towards the pond at the center of the park. "I throw rocks!" He exclaimed, stated his times skipping rocks with his aunt and uncle. Okay buddy let's go." Emily took his hand and started to walk towards the pond, her steps starting to get more like skips as her bladder started to become more known. ------------------- When they arrived at the pond she immediately began regret her decision. Watching the rocks thrown aimlessly by Johnny hit the water was torture. Watching the ripples move outwards accompanied by the BLOOP noise that echoed in her mind. Her bladder was now impossible to ignore, as her gallon now felt like six gallons. She crossed her legs and felt a slight ease on the pain, but just as she thought she was safe the pond sprinklers came on. As if by command her hands flew to her crotch, tightly gripping her private areas through her skirt. "Johnny, are you almost done?" She barely managed to get the words out through her agony. "I'm throwin!" He angrily yelled in reply. Emily tightly crossed her legs at the knees and kept her hands cupped over her crotch. She was distracted from her desperation to see George coming down the path. Her face turned bright red and she placed her hands on her hips and attempted to stand straight up, much to her bladder's dismay. "Funny running into you again Em." George was completely unaware of her plight. "Yeah, really funny." She pushed her hair back as she lightly bobbed up and down. "Are you alright?" "Totally fine, nothing to be worried about." "Alright, well I guess I'll talk to you later." "I guess so." Emily put on a fake grin as she desperately tried to hide her need. George walked away and she walked over to Johnny. "Time to go buddy." "No I'm throwin!" He shouted and threw another rock violently into the water, the ripple causing Emily to leak into her unders. "Sorry buddy but it's time to go." "Nooooooo!" Johnny shouted as he started loudly crying. "Oh come on please stop." Emily tried everything she could to calm him down. "If you go home you can play with your dinosaurs." "Dinosaurs!" He shouted, seemingly coming out of his rock throwing trance instantly. "You just have to follow me to the potty okay?" "But I don't need a potty!" "Yes but the dinosaurs said you can only play if you follow me to the potty." "Dinosaurs don't say that they say rawrrrr!" Johnny said, insulted at the attack on his seemingly perfect dinosaur knowledge. "Please follow me to the potty, it will hurt my feelings if you don't." Emily said as facetiously as possible. "Okay I walk to the potty." Johnny said as he took Emily's hand and walked with her towards the restrooms. Each step Emily took was more agonizing than the last. Her feet could barely stay on the right track as she walked, her bladder almost causing her to trip over her feet several times. At last, a small building with a sign marked PARK RESTROOMS came into view. Emily's bladder let loose a spurt into her underwear out of excitement. "Where going into the potty okay buddy." Emily said to her compatriot, realizing she couldn't leave him outside. "But I don't have to potty!" He said for what must have been the thousandth time. "Yes but I have to potty." She admitted, feeling embarrassed to admit it too a toddler. "Okay." He said as he followed her up to the door. Emily could almost feel the relief it was so close, she reached for the door and pulled on the knob but it didn't budge. She looked up and saw the sign. PAID RESTROOM. A feeling of dread rushed over her. Her bladder let loose a large stream placing a small wet spot on the back of her skirt. Emily frantically reached into her bag trying to find any money that she could find. She pulled out three quarters, two dimes and three pennies. The cost for the restroom was $1, she only had 93 cents. "No, no, no!" Emily pounded on the door, hoping by some magic it would fall open and reveal a perfect quality porcelain throne for her, but the cold harsh reality closed in and told her their was no hope. Tears formed in her eyes. She crossed her legs as tight as she could but the pain was almost too much. She took Johnny's hand and started to walk back to the house as quickly as possible. Her feet almost flew across the ground as she made her way to Johnny's house. --------------- As she reached the house she ran to the front door, which with her luck was completely locked. She threw herself against the door and began to violently sob. Than she heard a voice behind her. "I could unlock it!" It was Johnny. He pushed open the window to his aunt and uncle's room and climbed in onto their bed. Emily stood outside rapidly pee dancing as she gave up most hope of him remembering why he went in. But as if by magic the door flung open and out stepped Johnny. Emily flew in past him and ran straight to the bathroom where she tore off Johnny's seat from the toilet, sat down and let loose through her panties and the back of her skirt. For almost two minutes the stream poured from her like a faucet, soaked her panties to the maximum and moving straight the fabric of her skirt and into the bowl. She let a loud moan as if she was giving birth. The sound of her pee hitting the toilet sounded more like a small waterfall than the usual pee. She finally and wiped herself before turning to flush. She felt the back back of her skirt, it was completely soaked and some had managed to slid down her legs and fill her boots. She grabbed a towel from a cabinet and wiped off some of the pee from the floor. When she finished she came out to see Johnny playing on the floor with all his dinosaurs. The meat eaters and plant eaters where lined up across from each other as if there was gonna be a war. "Hey buddy." Emily smiled as she saw him having fun. "Hey Emwy." He ran up and hugged her legs. "I saved you!" He said laughing. "I guess you did buddy." She said laughing. "I gotta work on my bladder control." She pushed back her hair. "So buddy let's play, tell me all about your Dino's."
I'm going to start a new series on the fantasies I have of my wife. My wife thinks my fetishes are disgusting and refuses to do them, so all I can do is imagine. Don't worry, I'll still be writing in the Jenny series too. I'll differentiate between the two in the title by prefixing with either "W Series" (for wife series) or "Jenny Series". I will be referring to my wife simply as "W" sometimes. I hope you enjoy! It was Saturday. We decided to go do our grocery shopping in the morning, grab some lunch, then hit the pet store to pick up cat food. First, we headed to our local grocery store. We walked around for an hour filling our shopping cart and crossing items off of our shopping list. Nothing exciting here, just normal shopping. Next we headed over to the large shopping center where the pet store is located and stopped at Zupa's for lunch. It was surprisingly less busy than normal. We ate and talked for half an hour, during which time my wife drank a medium diet coke. I stuck with water as I gave up soda a couple years ago. After we ate, my wife went to the restroom, then I did. We left after that. We got into my truck and drove across the shopping center to the pet store. I parked, turned the key off and looked at my wife as I reached for the door handle. She looked at me back with her pleading smile that I know all too well. I knew instantly that she wanted to stay in the truck while I ran inside to get the cat food. My wife gets social anxiety, so this happens frequently, thus with absolutely zero surprise, I said "You want to stay in the truck huh?" She stared back at me quietly for a couple seconds, as if distracted. Then she finally spoke up "Well... It's the pet store, so..." I realized quickly that she never skips going into the pet store because she loves looking at the animals (she wants to be a vet). Curiosity got the best of me and I asked "Then why don't you want to go in?" She paused for a second, then she spread her legs and said softly in a quivering voice "I peed my pants..." I looked down and finally noticed that her crotch and insides of her thighs were glistening wet. The seat beneath her was soaked and I could see the wetness creeping up the denim of her jeans around her bum and leg. I was instantly hard and wanted to fuck her right there, but I played it cool and asked "Didn't you go to the restroom at Zupa's?" Despite my best effort, I could not hide the smile on my face and the aching sexual desire for her right then and there. She smiled slightly and boldly proclaimed "yeah, but I wanted to pee my pants." Unconsciously I moved my hand from the door handle to touch my throbbing penis through my jeans. My wife noticed and smiled. She said with a glance at my hand "You'd better go get the cat food before you make your pants wet too." I felt an orgasm building as I gently but uncontrollably stroked myself. "Go!" she said again. With the last ounce of will power I had, I peeled my hand away from my rock hard penis and forced it to open the door. With every step my pants tugged on my erection and I hoped the bulge would not be obvious. I dared not look down to find out. As I approached the doors, a gorgeous hot blonde walked out with her son of perhaps 3 or 4 years and a small brown lab on a lease. I judged her to be roughly my age and, in my tizzy of sexual excitement, I could not tear my eyes from her. I smiled as we passed and smoothly complemented "Pretty dog!" to remove suspicion. "Thanks!" she returned with a dazzling smile and, still incredibly horny, I couldn't stop myself from checking out her ass once I was past her. It was fine, and any other day I would have dwelt on it for a minute or two, but this time it slipped right from my mind and was quickly replaced with the image of my wife peeing herself in the passenger seat. My penis throbbed again as I imagined her releasing into her jeans as I sat right next to her oblivious. I quickly grabbed the cat food. There was no line and I got through check out quickly. I wanted nothing more than to feel my wife's wet jeans on her wonderful pee soaked butt. I dropped the bag of cat food in the bed of the truck and got in the cab. Back in the driver's seat I felt once again the uncontrollable urge to masturbate as I stared at the wetness she had unleashed all over the passenger seat. She looked out the window behind me and said "someone is coming." I stopped stroking myself and started the engine. Once we were out of the parking lot, I resumed pleasing myself. I couldn't help it. She's too damn sexy! Almost home, then I can throw her on the bed and we can- shit! I wasn't paying attention closely enough and accidentally finished. As I turned into our neighborhood hot cum squirted noisily into my pants making a large wet spot on my leg. "Couldn't hold it in huh?" my wife said with a large smile that told me it made her feel sexy. I validated her sense of fulfillment: "You are so fucking sexy!" Her face lit up and she giggled slightly. We pulled into the driveway and she grabbed a jacket from the back seat to wrap around herself. She opened the garage door as I grabbed the bag of food from the bed of the truck, being careful, at first, to stay facing the truck to hide the wet spot, then carrying the bag of food in front of me to cover it up. We walked into the house and I closed the garage door behind me. My wife stopped in the middle of the kitchen, looked over her shoulder at me and said "I have to pee again." She threw the jacket on a nearby chair and as I set the bag of cat food on the floor I heard the sexy hissing of pee once again flooding her panties. I kneeled behind her watched intently as beautiful glistening wetness rushed down the insides of each of her sexy legs and pooled on the linoleum floor around her feet. Her socks and white shoes became very soaked on her small feet. I could feel my penis struggling to erect again but it was too soon after my last orgasm. The hissing stopped, to my disappointment, and the glistening slowly faded. "Aahhh" she said cutely. I ran my hands all over her lower half, feeling every inch of her wetness, loving every bit of her. She was already horny from peeing herself and watching me masturbate to it, but my touching turned her on more and more. She let out gentle and barely audible gasps and moans as I ran my hands over her pee soaked crotch and butt. Without saying a word she walked away and headed up the stairs, leaving wet footprints across the floor. I stayed on my knees for a moment in awe about how sexy my wife is. Then I got up and grabbed a towel from the laundry room to clean up the puddle and footprints. I came up the stairs and turned into our bedroom. I found my wife under the covers on my side of the bed. Already knowing the answer, I asked as I approached "What are you doing?" Again with that sexy boldness she answered "Masturbating." I watched with excitement as the covers moved, indicative of her sexy movements underneath. I pulled the blankets back to peak. She had crawled into bed fully clothed! Her pee soaked jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, jammed inside her panties were both of her hands, and her sexy body gently undulated as she pleasured herself. Me standing there turned her on more. She likes it when I watch her masturbate, and I love to watch her do it. Suddenly I felt the urge to pee. I made no attempt to stop it and soon felt warm wetness running down my legs into my shoes and into the carpet. She breathed heavily and gradually growing moans were escaping her lips, unimpeded for my enjoyment. Her body moved more and I could tell she was getting close, close to release, close to bliss, close to the greatest pleasure ever to be felt. She moaned loudly with slight convulsions as she climaxed. I stood there in complete bliss, still peeing my pants as my wife orgasmed in front of me. As her orgasm slowed so did my stream of pee. She wiped her hands on her panties and laid there staring at me with a fully satisfied look on her face. I leaned down and planted my lips on hers. We kissed for several minutes. "Looks like you had an accident" she said indicating to my pants with her eyes. I smiled and said with a wink "I had to pee and didn't want to miss anything!" She smiled and pulled the covers back over her as she said "I'm cold." I said nothing and just stared at her lovingly. After a moment she said "I think I want to take a nap." I said "ok" expecting her to get up and change, but she just asked me to close the blinds on the window and then she closed her eyes. Sexy! I left the wet spot on the carpet, closed the blinds, and left the room. I sat down at my computer desk to do homework until she woke up again. I wore my wet jeans for the next two hours until we showered together.
This story was originally an interactive titled "The Library: A Choose Your Own Omorashi Adventure". It's edited for the fiction board, but is 90% the same story if you've already read it. I do still have an interactive sequel planned but am currently running a different stand-alone interactive One Last Time: A Choose Your Own Omorashi Adventure I glanced at the clock flickering in the middle of my peeling dashboard as I pulled up in front of the school; 8:37. Fuck. I was meant to meet Shauna in the library seven minutes ago. Like most teachers she has a real thing about punctuality and I only volunteered to wear the Reading Rabbit outfit to impress her in the first place. Shauna was the best thing about Starkweather; sweet, kind, genuinely helpful, and as sexy as hell. I jumped at the chance to spend time with her out of school. Well, sort of out of school. The book fair was still on school property, technically. But it was a Saturday and no one was getting paid. I really needed to buy an actual alarm clock, though I actually still haven't. I'm a very deep sleeper and my phone just isn't loud enough to reliably wake me up. I filed it on my mental list of things I should get around to one day but probably never will. I woke up 42 minutes later than I had intended that day. There was no time for a shower or a shave, not even time for a real breakfast. I just threw on the first clothes I could find in my closet; blue cotton boxers, black shoes and socks, blue jeans, check shirt, and ran for the car. I drank a breakfast milkshake in a box while driving at ten miles over the speed limit. The front door to the school was unlocked and propped open, Shauna's had probably been there for hours setting up. I already knew where the library was since I'd been on placement at Starkwater for four weeks at that stage, but handwritten signs would have reminded me anyway. As I power-walked down the South corridor toward the library the staff restrooms were to my right. I hadn't noticed earlier in my panicky rush but I actually needed a pee quite a lot. Thinking back I'm pretty sure I didn't use the bathroom before I tore out of the house that morning. I paused slightly, indecisive. Walking by a restroom when you need to go is never advisable, especially with my history of pants-wetting, and I didn't want to make a decision I would end up regretting. But if I went now I'd be even later meeting Shauna, which was certainly not going to help my chances with her. And I figured I could surely just have a pee after I picked up the rabbit costume. So I skipped the restroom and hurried through the the double doors that lead to the library. It wasn't a great move. The Starkwater school library isn't a good library; water-stained ceiling, a few thousand books, most at least ten years old, many considerably older than that, half a dozen desktop computers with sticky keyboards, all running Windows XP, and a stained and threadbare "alphabet rug" with half the letters worn completely away. That day half a dozen tables had been dragged in from somewhere and were covered with new books. Apparently some publishing house was giving the school library a cut of whatever we manage to sell. Honestly it sounded like a scam to me, get Shauna to sell books for free on the weekend so the school maybe gets some money. But the school did clearly need the money. The librarian was simultaneously pleased and furious to see me. "You're late!" Her tone was the kind she uses on children who are late to class, but she was smiling, so I didn't feel too bad. She dragged a white pile of fluffy fabric out from behind the checking desk. "The Reading Rabbit costume. You can put it on in my office." Shauna motioned to a door behind the counter. "Be quick about it though. The kids should be here in the next fifteen minutes and we don't want them to see you without your rabbit head on." I hadn't considered that I would be putting on the costume in her office. I realized at that point that I probably should have used the restroom when I had the chance. I thought about making up for that mistake by going now, but since Shauna wasn't likely to be too thrilled about me leaving the library again I decided to just put on the costume. I carried the Reading Rabbit costume awkwardly into Shauna's office and closed the door behind me. It wasn't a big room. A tiny but neatly kept desk with a laptop sat under a grimy window. A humming computer server took up fully half the room. Untied cables snaked around, taking up still more space. A case of water bottles prevented the door from opening all the way. Shauna must be one of those girls really into hydration. I considered what to do next. Are you meant to take your clothes off before you put on a costume like this? Because if I wasn't meant to do that, and I did, that would be super weird. But if I was meant to undress first Shauna was going to think I was an idiot. I took off my shoes but decided to just put the rabbit costume on over my clothes. I had trouble reaching the zip at the back and nearly dislocated my shoulder reaching around, eventually I managed. With the rabbit head on I had tunnel vision and felt a little unbalanced. I walked back out into the library proper. "Look at you!" Shauna gushed. "The kids are going to love you!" She pulled my head off. "OK. So it gets really hot in that suit. Last year the intern nearly passed out on me. Let me know if you need to duck into my office and take your head off. There are water bottles in my office so you can stay hydrated, but you better have one before you start." Shauna passed me an unopened bottle from behind the checking desk and started drinking a bottle herself. I wasn't too sure about this; I already needed to pee pretty badly and didn't particularly fancy adding more liquid to my bladder. But on the other hand Shauna said that it gets really hot in the suit and I'd put it on over a pair of jeans. I was worried that if I got dehydrated and needed to take lots of breaks, or particularly if I fainted, that wasn't going to impress Shauna at all. So I drank the entire bottle of water Shauna gave me while she buzzed around the library straightening already straight piles of books. When I finished she helped me get my rabbit head on straight and chocked the library doors open with triangular chunks of wood. There was a fairly regular flow of students and their parents throughout the next hour. I spent most of the time either reading books to six-year-olds or posing for photographs with the same children. They all seemed very excited by the Reading Rabbit. I wondered if it might be an actual character from somewhere rather than just a former High School mascot costume the publisher decided would make a good spokes-rabbit for them. I was so busy that when Shauna led me to her office because "Reading Rabbit just needs a little rest" I was surprised that the book sale was already more than half over. "Are you doing OK in there?" Shauna smiled at me as she pulled off my head. "Oh yeah. Sure." The sudden touch of fresh air felt wonderful and cool. I was suddenly aware of how hot it had gotten inside the suit. "Great! We are selling so many books this morning. We might finally be able to update our reference section this year!" Shauna bent over the case of water bottles near her door. I felt a stir of arousal as her dress slid up the back of her thighs nearly as far as her panties. I contemplated asking her out after the book fair. Would she feel obliged because I did her a favor today? Because maybe I should wait in that case... "Here." She shoved a bottle into my hands. "I'll be back in ten." As I unscrewed the bottle lid and took the first mouthful of cool refreshing water my need to pee returned with a vengeance. I've always been a bit like that, able to forget about my bladder through busyness only to become abruptly desperate when something reminded me of my situation. I wondered if maybe I should ask Shauna if I can go to the restroom when she gets back? I cringed a bit at the idea, after all I was in my twenties! Asking to go to the toilet is embarrassing. Still, not as embarrassing as wetting myself in front of Shauna would be. It was safe to say there would never be any dates were that to happen. I figured that maybe I could just mention the restrooms without actually asking? She might get the hint? I drank the rest of my water and paced the floor waiting for Shauna's return, trying to decide what my next move was going to be. "Ready to get back out there?" Shauna seemed harried. She had my head in her hands before I could get a word in edge-ways. "Sure. Though I was thinking about maybe just ducking to the restroom first?" I tried not to make it sound like I was asking permission but I could hear the question mark slither out of my mouth unbidden. She seemed surprised. "Oh. Of course! Only it takes a while to get you in and out of the costume and we only have half an hour left in the book fair. Can you wait that long?" It isn't quite a plea but she clearly wanted me to say yes. I didn't want to disappoint Shauna and it would have been embarrassing to say I couldn't wait. And it probably wasn't even the case. So I told Shauna that of course I could wait till the book fair is over. She helped me get my head put back on straight and ushered me back out into the library itself. The littler kids were excited to see my return. I, on the other hand, were beginning to feel the effects of that last bottle of water and was starting to realize that I might have made a mistake. I found myself increasingly unable to stand still and mostly just walked around the library. The library clock, a five-dollar black and white cliche from Walmart, seemed to slow down. At one point I started to wonder if it might not be broken. With ten minutes left before the scheduled finish the tip of my penis started to throb alarmingly. This wasn't a good sign at all. I knew what that could mean. Visions of abruptly losing all control and helplessly soaking my rabbit suit right there in front of a dozen people flickered through my head. Would it even soak through? Or would I be left knowing I couldn't possibly get away with what I'd done and dreading the inevitability of Shauna finding out. Would she keep it a secret? Or, oh God, would she tell the rest of the staff. Could I even bear to finish my internship with everyone whispering about how I wet myself at the book fair? Why didn't I just pee earlier? But even though there was a real chance of disaster I still couldn't bring myself to tell Shauna that I couldn't wait and that I needed to go now. It was five frustrating minutes past the end of the book fair when Shauna finished the last sale and I pulled my head off. I opened my mouth to tell her that I was going to go to the bathroom when I heard a voice from behind me. "How are my weekend volunteers going? Did the fair go well? Many books sold?" Mrs Taylor. The principal. A matronly woman in her '50s. All business, she even makes the staff call her Mrs Taylor. Shauna responded with her sales figures but I couldn't pay attention. All my energy had to be spent keeping myself from gushing everywhere. I wanted to go to Shauna's office and start pulling off my costume. I wanted to just run to the bathroom, I could take the suit off there. I badly wanted to hold myself with my hand, but not only was my suit far too thick I could hardly hold my cock in front of Shauna and Mrs Taylor! There was nothing I could do except wait politely and hope my body didn't carry through on its promises and decide to let me down at any moment. "Sorry?" Mrs Taylor had said something to me twice. I didn't hear her either time. "I said," she repeated peevishly, "Thank you for coming in on your weekend to help the school out. I'm sure it'll reflect well on you come evaluation." "Thank you mam. Sorry, it's a bit hot in this costume." I explained why I wasn't paying attention with a lie. "Well I won't keep the two of you any longer." She smiled at me though. Whether or not I won points with Shauna I had at least won some credit with the principal. Which was good for entirely different reasons. The moment Mrs Taylor was out of earshot Shauna hissed to me, "Can you mind the library for five minutes? I'm so sorry, I'm literally about to wet my pants." She actually bent at the waist and pressed her crotch through her dress to emphasize the point. I did try to say something but she wasn't listening, she was already too busy power-walking through the library doors. Even though if I had been honest with myself I knew I quite possibly couldn't wait five minutes, and certainly not much longer than that. I definitely couldn't just stand around waiting. I wondered if Shauna would really mind if I just followed her to the bathrooms? The men's obviously, not the ladies'. I decided to wait for her in the library as trying to take the suit off inside the bathroom would probably be a mistake, it's pretty cramped in there. Still, my bladder felt like it was about to explode. As in I was literally about to lose control at any given moment. I could feel an alarming cramping sensation and the tip of my penis was tingling like crazy. It brought back horrible memories of every other time I've been caught short: this is how I feel in the minutes before an accident. I pulled off my rabbit head and laid it on the checking counter and then reached around between my shoulder blades to pull down the zipper for the suit itself. It stuck and I lost my grip on the zipper tag. A particularly powerful urge to pee seized me and I marched on the spot for a few seconds to try and hold on a little longer. I longed to squeeze myself with my hand but the suit was too thick at the crotch for that to be possible. I reached around for the zipper again and held on to it as tightly as I could. It still wouldn't budge. If I was thinking clearly I would just have left it for Shauna to help me with when she got back, but I was simply too desperate to pee and too eager to get out of the suit for that. So I reefed on the zipper with all my might. At first it resisted me, but then, all of a sudden, it quickly unzipped a few inches before jamming again. The shock of the sudden movement threw me off balance and I lurched against the checking counter. To my horror I felt myself starting to pee. It was only half a second before I managed to stanch the flow, but during that half a second I lost a sizable spurt. It'll be OK, I assured myself. Even if it was enough to soak though my underwear, I was wearing jeans. I was well aware that the first few small leaks are usually absorbed without showing. The bigger problem was if I was going to be able to keep from losing the rest of my pee before Shauna got back. I started power-walking laps of the library. Walking has always always helped me when I'm desperate for the toilet. I can't remember ever wetting myself so long as I have been able to keep walking. Stopping is a different story though. And I was certainly going to have to stop so Shauna could help me with the rest of the zip. I tried not to look at the clock but I really couldn't resist. The minutes passed like decades. What was taking Shauna so long? Maybe she ran into Mrs Taylor in the hall? That was the last thing I needed! But just as I started to lose all hope Shauna pushed open the library door and hurried over to me. "Sorry sorry!" She frowns, "I thought you'd have been bursting to get out of that suit by now." "The zipper has jammed on me." You explain. "And actually... I really need to go to the bathroom." Shauna gave me a quick look of horror, her blue eyes wide. "That's right! You've had to go for ages! I'm so sorry, it completely slipped my mind!" "We'll have you out in no time." She said reassuringly, "Just let me have a look at the zipper." Shauna stood behind me to work on the zipper. I closed my eyes and tried to think dry thoughts and not move around too much. "Just a few more minutes" I repeated to myself internally. Standing still was, as always, making it even harder to hold on. I could feel Shauna intermittently tugging at the zipper between my shoulder blades, "Some of the fur has got caught in the teeth. It's completely jammed." She was talking out loud but as much to herself as to me. "I don't really want to damage the suit. The publisher might make us pay for the damage." "It's going to get damaged either way in a minute." I felt myself blushing at my admission and was glad Shauna was still behind me. "Oh... OK... I'd better go get the scissors then." She went behind the checking desk and gave me a tight smile of sympathy before ducking down to rustle around beneath the counter. A powerful surge of desperation struck me and I couldn't help leaking a little. Instinctively I looked down at my crotch but I certainly didn't pee enough to soak through the costume. My jeans were another issue though. My crotch was feeling worryingly warm and wet, there may well be a visible wet patch. Hopefully she just wouldn't look there. People don't do they? "Found them!" Shauna held up a large pair of heavy scissors for me to see as she stood up. She must have seen the urgency and discomfort on my face because she all but ran over to me and began to tinker with the zipper. "I just need to cut this bit of fur loose." She mumbled before pulling the zipper up and down with unexpected force. I leaked again. Longer and harder than before. I had to squeeze my muscle twice before I managed to cut off the stream. My bladder badly wanted me to just give up but my brain was resisting with all the willpower I could muster. "Got it!" Shauna announced in triumph. And suddenly she was in front of me, her face six inches from mine as she pulled the heavy fabric arms off of my arms. It was quicker than if I had done it myself. Before I could even consider that it would be a problem, much less think of a way to stop her, she was crouching in front of me; helping me step out of the suit and tossing it aside. "Oh!" I heard her exclaim in surprise. I looked down to see her still crouching in front of me, her eyes level with my crotch. My eyes flicked to my jeans, heart stained with dread. They, as I had suspected, were obviously stained at the front and between my legs, the wet patch on the denim was obvious next to those still dry parts. A single tongue of wetness licked down my right thigh. She definitely knew that I had started to wet myself. And so as far as my body was concerned there wasn't any point holding back the rest any longer. I did make a brief effort to stop peeing but I couldn't seem to bring myself to care. It was already too late to keep Shauna from finding out so there wasn't much point putting myself through any more pain. I watched my crotch begin to glisten with wetness and pee starting to rush down my legs but I closed my eyes after a second and let it happen. I heard rather than saw Shauna stand up. On one level the relief was incredible, indescribable. On another I was devastated. Not only would there not be any date with Shauna now, she was probably going to tell all the other teachers. From now on I was always going to be that intern who wet himself. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. At length I realized that I had finally stopped peeing. I had to open my eyes. Shauna was still standing in front of me. I wished I was better at reading faces. She was embarrassed for me, certainly. Maybe sympathetic? Or disgusted? Amused? I felt the need to get away, away from the scene of my disgrace and away from the woman who witnessed it. But should I just walk out without a word? Should I at least clean up? I decided that I should probably try and make a joke to break the silence but I couldn't seem to remember how to make sounds with my mouth. It was perplexing. Luckily Shauna talked for me. "I'm so, so sorry. It's entirely my fault." She reached forward to touch my arm and apologized. "No one will ever find out. Don't worry." It was reassuring that she wasn't planning to gossip. Sort of. I didn't really know her well enough to feel entirely comfortable. "At least the Reading Rabbit is OK." I eventually offered with a motion toward the crumpled form on the floor. Shauna smiled. "Yep. Thank goodness we got that off. That would have been a nightmare to explain wouldn't it?" She looked at the wet stain I had left on her rug. "Don't worry about the rug. It will clean up fine. I'll borrow some of the desiccant from the cleaners room. No worries at all. Oh wait! How are you getting home?" "I drove in." I say relieved I hadn't gotten up early enough to have ridden my bike. "Great. Just hang out here for a bit while I check Mrs Taylor isn't still around somewhere. You would not want to run into her right now." Shauna stuck out her tongue a little. "Or ever." Shauna disappeared for a few minutes. She didn't seem to put out, which was good. But I certainly wasn't going to ask her out while wearing soaked jeans. I felt a little numb. I gathered up my keys, phone, wallet, and shoes from her office. I didn't put the shoes on. My legs were starting to get a little cold. She came back with a bucket of desiccant and put it down on the floor next to the wet patch. "Coast is clear." She said while holding the library door open for me. The two of us walked down the hall together, my heart beating a little faster at every creak and crack from the building that someone was going to step out and surprise me. "How are you going?" She asked a little awkwardly. I wasn't sure how to respond. "Because, you know, it isn't a big deal. It happens to everyone sometimes." I wasn't so sure about that and told her so. She gave a little laugh, "Well to lots of people anyway." By this stage we had reached the front door to the school and I was psyching myself up for a brisk and hopefully unnoticed walk back to my car when Shauna touched my arm again. "Hey?" She paused and then continued all in a rush. "I'd really like to make this up to you somehow and I remembered that Aliens is showing next Friday at Queens and I was thinking I might go and would you be interested at all?"
PIKE'S PEAK A story about friendship, ski trips, and wet snowsuits. Part 1: The Drive “I can't believe your parents let Lizzie come along,” Mac groaned, running the mangled straw of his fountain soda between his teeth. “She's Allie's best friend,” Scott replied, “They felt bad because I got to bring all three of you along and she has no other friends.” “It's still super gay. Lizzie is the worst.” “Come on! She's kind of hot though...” Scott snickered. The two other boys, Andy and Danny looked at each other, smirking quietly while they waited for Mac's overreaction. “Screw off,” Mac flipped them the bird. “You don't get it. You don't have a sister like Lizzie.” “We're not going to hang out with them anyway. All Allie and Lizzie want to do is hang out on the bunny hills, pretending they've never skied before. They just wanna hit on those stupid jocks like Marco Dimaggio and Laurence Croix. You know, douche bags.” Mac slurped the last of his soda and burped with fierce disdain. Andy and Danny looked at each other again as if they could communicate telepathically. Mac and Scott noticed this a lot; the twins seemed to understand each other on a level they would never tap into. Mac burped again and laughed. “You two are so gay.” “That's gross. Even if I were gay, no way I'd be gay with my brother,” Andy pretended to vomit. “Yeah,” Danny replied, grimacing. “Do you want the rest of my coke, Mac?” He handed the large, half empty fountain drink to Mac. “I don't really want it.” “Sweet. Free drinks!” Mac smiled and grabbed the soda out of Danny's hand. “I never buy sodas at the movies,” Scott said, “I don't want to miss out on anything while I'm in the bathroom.” Mac rolled his eyes, “Dude, you went to the bathroom like five times during the movie!” Scott didn't say anything and sheepishly stared at the floor. It wasn't his fault he had a small bladder. He tried not to drink any water at sports games either because he knew there was nowhere for him to... go. He remembered the one time in grade two, when he went to his last school, he was playing soccer and he really needed to pee. He asked the coach if he could go, but he was told to wait until the end of the game. Scott couldn't wait. He could almost never wait. He ended up peeing his pants in front of his whole team, the opposing team, and everyone's parents. Scott still had nightmares about that. Andy smiled at Scott. “It was more like two times. Whatever. Sometimes you just have to pee.” “Speaking of...” Scott and Allie's mom, Jennifer, peeked into the room, “We're leaving in a minute – if you boys need to use the loo, I suggest you do so now. It's about two hours to Pike's Peak and there aren't any rest stops; consider this your warning.” “Thanks for the heads up, Mrs. Gellar,” Andy replied. After Scott's mom shut the door, Mac let out a burst of laughter he had been suppressing. “Haha! Mrs. Gellar? Man, you're such a suck up, Andy.” Andy rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” “You totally want to bang Scott's mom! Oh Jennifer, ohhhh!” Mac joked. “Shut up!” Scott playfully punched his best friend in the shoulder. “That's nasty, Mac!” Mac took another long sip of the soda he took from Danny and burped obnoxiously, again. “Thanks again, Danny. This is righteously delicious.” He placed the empty disposable soda cup carelessly on top of Scott's bedside table. “Now I'm gonna take a piss.” Mac confidently walked out of the room and down the hall. “I'm gonna use the downstairs,” Scott told the twins. “You guys can go after. See you downstairs!” When the twins were alone, Danny nervously looked to his one-minute-older brother. “Andy...” “What?” Danny bit his lip a little. He was definitely the shyer and more anxious of the two boys. “Did you remember the Gravol?” Andy shrugged. “Yeah, I think it's in the backpack mom gave us. It's not even that far. I don't think you'll even need it.” Danny looked worried. “But what if...” “Don't worry! It's gonna be fine. You haven't puked in forever. You probably don't even get carsick anymore!” “But...!” “If you feel like you're gonna puke, just look out the window of close your eyes or think about not puking, okay? You'll be fine!” “So you forgot the Gravol?” Danny meekly replied. Andy grinned sheepishly. The twins headed to the respective bathrooms and met up with everyone downstairs. “Everyone ready for a day at The Peak?!” Mike, Scott and Allie's dad, asked. He was great at revving the boys up for an adventure, even something as tame as skiing. The boys cheered. Allie and Lizzie rolled their eyes. “Dad, stop being so lame.” “You love it, kiddo,” Mike replied. “Has everyone gone to the bathroom? Do you all have your ski passes?” Jennifer expressed her worries aloud. The boys and teen girls groaned, “yes,” in unison and they headed out to the eight-seated mini van. About twenty minutes into the ride, Mac felt like he needed to pee again. He was suddenly regretting drinking all of Danny's soda. It wasn't too bad. He could probably make it to The Peak before it was too late. Mac had definitely been in more dire situations. Last year, in the third grade they went to the museum on the other side of town for a day trip. He bought a gallon of soda from the corner store during lunch break and proceeded to drink the whole thing in front of his class just to prove he could. Mac went to the bathroom three or four times before getting on the bus back home, but it proved to not be enough. The bumpy bus ride definitely wasn't helpful in his situation and he ended up doing a sitting down version of the ever-embarrassing “pee-pee dance” for an hour until he got back to school. When he finally got to the bathroom, he undid his pants but started leaking into his underwear. Mac didn't care at the time; nothing felt better than that moment he let loose in that bathroom. His white undies were soaked through and he threw them in the trash can. He went without underwear for the rest of the day. When his mom questioned where they were, he told her he had forgotten to wear any. Scott, Danny, and Andy were sitting in the last row of seats, very quietly. Danny and Andy both had 3DS's that they were glued to and Scott had a hand-me-down iPod that had been Allie's before she upgraded to an iPhone. He had made sure to delete all of her terrible pop music and put on some of the super cool metal and punk music he got from Danny and Andy's dad (who had a Mohawk). Mr. Monroe was probably the coolest parent Scott had ever come into contact with and he desperately envied the twins in that department. Andy was sitting at the window seat, lapping his brother at Mario Kart. Usually they were quite well-matched, but today Danny's performance left something to be desired. “Dude, what's wrong? I'm totally lapping you!” Andy whispered, lightly slapping his brother's arm. Danny looked over at his brother, his face was pale and sheepish. “I don't feel very good,” he meekly mumbled. He shut the screen of his 3DS and closed his eyes. Andy shut his own 3DS and rubbed his brother's back, “Here, just lean over a little. Just like mom tells you to do and breathe. You're fine.” “I feel really sick,” Danny replied, almost inaudibly. Scott snapped out of his daze and saw Danny in the middle seat, leaning over. “Dad! Pull over! Danny's gonna puke!” “Danny, I need you to chill out for a minute – the highway's pretty narrow here,” Mike shouted to the boys. Danny clutched his stomach and began breathing through his nose rapidly. He put a hand over his mouth. “Dude, you're gonna be okay,” his twin brother reassured. Danny shook his head. The bumpy, windy road had not been kind to his weak stomach, and neither had those movie theater burgers. “Dad, please pull over!” Scott exclaimed. The van came to a gentle stop on the side of the road. Scott had never moved so quickly out of the car in his life. Andy helped unbuckle his sick brother's seat belt and led him out of the car. They helped Danny sit down on a rock. “Are you okay?” Andy asked. Danny nodded. “I just... I just didn't feel good.” “Danny, I'm going to give you a couple of plastic bags just in case your tummy gets upset again,” Jennifer offered. “I wouldn't want you to mess up your new snow suit.” She sat down next to the sick boy and rubbed his back for a bit. “Why don't we sit here for a minute and make sure you're feeling okay before we start driving again.” Danny nodded and stared at the perfect, white snow at his feet. The ground was still, and he felt much better. He desperately wished that Andy had remembered the Gravol. He took a few more deep breaths and closed his eyes. Meanwhile, back in the car, Mac was sitting next to his sister and completely ignoring her idiotic conversation with Allie about how cute the new guy at school was. He was getting more and more desperate to pee. He thought he should go out and see if Danny was okay and if there were any good spots to piss in the near by ditch, but he saw everyone coming back to the car and he didn't want to be a burden, or give Scott a good reason to make fun of him. He didn't need that. Weak-bladdered Scott couldn't win this one. Mac shifted his legs ever so gently and squeezed his crotch. He hoped it wouldn't be too much longer. “Oh my god, we're going to be so late. What if Avery Long and that gross ginger bitch, Christie-Kay Weinberger end up stealing all the boys away?” Lizzie moaned. “I fucking hate Christie-Kay Weinberger. Her parents are so rich and she's just such a fucking goodie-goodie.” “Alison, language!” Mike shouted from the driver's seat. Alison screamed through her teeth in a typical teen girl rage. “Dad! I'm almost an adult! I'll be fourteen in a month!” Her father suppressed his careless chuckles. “I can't believe you let Scott and his idiot friends come on this family trip!” “Well, honey, we let you bring Lizzie.” “But Dad, you literally let Scott bring three of his idiot friends!” “And I literally would've let you bring three of your friends, but Lizzie was the only one who could come this weekend,” Mike argued. “Ugh!” Allie shouted. Jennifer and the three boys piled back into the car. “Mac, can you switch seats with Danny so he can have a window seat? I think it'll help with his carsickness.” “Sure,” Mac gulped. He wasn't sure if he could move without leaking a little. He pulled his jacket down over his crotch just in case and scrunched his legs together as he slowly got up and moved to the back seat between Andy and Scott. “Danny, if you need us to pull over again, just shout. If you're gonna be sick, use these bags.” Jennifer handed him a couple of grocery store bags and they took off. Danny felt a lot better, but closed his eyes for a bit. He didn't want to listen to Lizzie and Allie's conversation either. Andy turned Mario Kart back on. He was going to use this time to practice and beat Danny when the playing field was level again. Scott turned his music on again and ignored Mac's near-constant fidgeting. They all figured it was the ADHD and conduct disorders he had been supposedly diagnosed with. Mac kept turning off and on his budget brand MP3 player and jiggling his legs. He was biting his lip, hoping they would have to make another stop soon or that they would just get to Pike's Peak. He was sure his bladder was completely full and one false move would break the dam. He closed his eyes and squeezed his legs together in desperation. He had never needed to pee this badly before. He looked out the window for a while, trying not to draw attention to himself. He saw a sign that read Pike's Peak Resort: 25 Miles. If they were going 50 miles per hour, that would mean half an hour until they got there... Mac squeezed his legs together. He wasn't sure if he could make it that long! He grabbed his crotch tightly. It was now or never. “Um, Mike?” “Yeah, kiddo?” “I … I really need to go to the bathroom,” Mac whimpered. “Well, can you hold it for a bit? I don't think there are any bathrooms until we get to The Peak.” “Um...” “Try and hold it, buddy. We'll be there soon. Maybe ten minutes.” “Okay. I think I can hold it,” Mac replied. Both of his hands were holding onto his crotch and he was shaking with desperation. He was almost crying. He jiggled and held until he felt like twenty minutes had gone by. “Mike... I have to go really, really, really bad!” “We're almost there, Mac. Just hold it, bud.” “No, no, no, no, no... I mean really, really, really, really bad.” Scott looked over at his best friend. “Didn't you go pee before we left?” “Yeah,” Mac winced. “And you said I have a weak bladder...” Scott replied. “Shut... up...” “You probably shouldn't have drank all that soda Danny gave you.” “Mm...hmm...” “I hope you're not thinking about running water. Or dripping taps. Or waterfalls. Or dams breaking...” “Stop it!” Mac screamed, shoving a hand down his pants and grabbing hard onto his crotch. “I'm gonna piss my pants!” Scott laughed uncontrollably. His best friend deserved this. He made a hissing sound. “Hahaha, you're gonna pee yourself!” Tears streamed down Mac's cheeks. He could see the entrance of the park in the far-off distance. “Mike, can we p-please stop? I'm... I'm n-not gonna m-make it...!” “Okay, okay, hold your horses...” Mike grumbled. Mac didn't have any more horses to hold. He let a little bit go into his underwear. The pressure wasn't relieved at all. His stomach started to hurt. He let a little bit more out. And a little bit more. And a little bit more. And then a lot more. He felt a cold sweat drench over him. He looked over at Scott, who said nothing and gave him the same horrified, blank look. “Dad...” Scott worriedly called. “Boys! I'm trying to pull over. Please!” “Dad... Mac... Mac peed his pants...” Mike said nothing and kept driving. The scent of fresh urine made the car smell of ammonia. It was not the adventure the boys were hoping for. Mac said nothing for a long time. His snowsuit was absolutely drenched and he felt like crying. Scott would never let him live this one down. His silence was more terrifying than the taunts Scott had uttered earlier. He felt a tear dribble down his cheek and another dribble of urine down his leg. Holding anything in didn't seem to matter anymore. Danny woke up feeling groggy and nauseous. The smell of pee hung in the air. Bleary-eyed, he looked around and tried to get his bearings, but he just felt sick and confused. He wasn't sure if he was going to throw up, so he looked for the bags Scott's mom had given him. They were nowhere to be seen. Lizzie and Allie, who were sitting beside him, were still engulfed in their conversation about which guy at school was hotter and they were glad none of their crushes had ever peed themselves like Lizzie's little brother. Danny looked out the window at the snow falling softly outside. His mom had told him that looking out the window can sometimes help when you're feeling carsick. Unfortunately for him, it didn't seem to work. He closed his eyes again, hoping to get back to sleep. It didn't work, though. Danny's stomach turned over as they went over another bump. He leaned over, eyes closed. He still felt dizzy and sick. Danny clutched his stomach, feeling the burn of vomit trying to escape from the bottom of his gut. Lizzie looked over at the boy sitting on her right. “Oh my god, Allie, your brother's weird little conjoined twin friend is totally gonna puke.” “Dad! Dad! Stop the car!” “Alison! We are almost there! Whatever it is can wait two minutes!” “Dad! Seriously! Scott's stupid friend is gonna puke!” Mike turned around and saw Danny trying to swallow his sick. “Oh f-” “Danny, honey, use the bags I gave you!” Jennifer calmly instructed. Allie and Lizzie were frantically looking for plastic bags as Danny tried desperately to keep his stomach contents inside his body. He could taste last night's acidic dinner on the back of his tongue. He could smell the horrible public bathroom smell of urine from Mac's accident. Allie was ready to give up, “Mom, I can't find-” Danny couldn't hold back anymore and blew chunks of cheap burger and old spaghetti all over the middle of the van, and his snow suit. He was so embarrassed that he started to cry.
PIKE'S PEAK A story about friendship, ski trips, and wet snowsuits. Part 2: Hot Chocolate, Cold Snow After the long car ride, everyone was very thankful to get out of the (now incredibly) messy van. Jennifer opened the sliding side door and unbuckled a sleeping Danny. “We're here,” she cheerfully said in that sort-of fake Mom voice. Danny opened his eyes. “Are you feeling any better?” Jennifer asked. Danny groggily shook his head. “How about some hot chocolate, boys?” the mother asked. Lizzie and Allie looked at each other in disgust. “We're heading to the bunny hills,” Allie told her parents. The girls pushed past the sickly twin boy and grabbed their skis from the back of the van before tearing off towards a snowy wonderland of 'cute' boys. Andy, Mac, and Scott slowly got up from the back seats. There was still a wet spot from where Mac had his accident. Surprisingly, Mac still felt like he needed to pee. He was thankful that Scott's family's van was warm and his snowsuit was mostly dry now. His underwear and long johns were still soaking wet and he could smell pee from his accident. Mac was incredibly thankful that Scott and Andy weren't making fun of him. “Boys, you can head to the lodge with Jennifer. I've got to clean out the van before I hit the slopes,” Mike called from the front seat. Danny felt incredibly bad about getting carsick. He was starting to wonder if it was more than just carsickness as he still felt queasy. He grabbed his skis out of the back of the van, as did the other boys. “Danny, if you're still not feeling well, you can have a sleep in the lodge for a bit,” Jennifer reassured him. The boy nodded and whispered, “Thanks.” The boys followed Jennifer to the little log cabin the family had rented. It had a couple of bedrooms for when the family stayed there over the Christmas break. Jennifer showed Danny to the bedroom where Scott and Allie usually slept and offered him Scott's bed. Danny took off his slightly-puked-on snowsuit and slipped under the covers. Jennifer gave him a plastic mixing bowl and a bottle of water. “Just in case you feel like you're gonna throw up...” Danny shut his eyes and fell back to sleep. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Scott, Mac, and Andy were boiling water for instant hot chocolate that seemed plentiful. Mike had bought a case of it on sale a year ago because the kids always seemed to drink it before their vacations ended. He also liked to put it in his coffee, along with Baileys, in the mornings. “I can't believe my stupid sister is hanging out on the bunny hills. Doesn't she know that's for babies?” Mac groaned, shifting his weight from leg to leg. “Pretty sure her and Allie are just trying to go on dates with Marco and Laurence. You know, those dumb football jocks,” Scott snickered. “Where's your bathroom?” Andy asked, grabbing at his crotch, “I've had to pee for like an hour!” Mac suddenly remembered his urge to pee as well and squeezed his legs together. “Down the hall between the bedrooms,” Scott pointed, noticing his other friend's desperate urge out of the corner of his eye. “Man, I can't believe Danny puked that much,” Mac said, still dancing slightly. “Yeah, he looked really sick,” Scott said. “And, um, I'm sorry...” “For what?” “For pissing in your car. I swear it was an accident. Shit...” Scott shrugged, “It happens.” The kettle had started to boil and Scott carefully poured it into the three large mugs, half full of instant hot chocolate mix. Mac smiled and started sipping his drink. “Aren't you gonna mix it?!” Scott exclaimed in disgust. “Nah. I like the big chunks of chocolate at the bottom.” Scott made a sick face and stirred his until it was perfect. Mac took another swig of his drink. “Man, I really need to piss again. When is Andy gonna be done in there?!” Scott snickered. “He's probably messing.” Mac grinned from ear to ear. He loved hearing Scott curse. His grin quickly faded as he felt another pang in his groin. He scrunched his legs together and put down his drink. “Dude, you'd better not pee your pants again,” Scott grumbled. Mac shut his eyes and grabbed his penis, waddling over to the bathroom. He knocked loudly on the old wooden door, “Andy! Yo, Andy, I really have to piss!” Mac shouted. “Just a sec,” Andy called, zipping up his jeans and then pulling on his snow pants. “Jesus, I'm gonna piss my pants!” Mac exclaimed, pulling at his crotch. He heard the sound of rushing water as Andy washed his hands. The sound of water made him even more desperate. He commenced a more vigorous pee-pee dance. He was ready to burst. Just as he was about to let loose, Andy swung open the door. Mac rushed in behind him. He shut the door and struggled to pull down his snow pants. One of the buckles of the overalls was stuck! Mac danced, crossing one leg over the other, trying so hard to keep from leaking. He tugged at the buckle until it gave way and pulled down his pants as fast as he could. His very wet long johns and underwear had a convenient hole he could unbutton and he let loose a hard, desperate to be released stream of urine. Mac sighed a deep sigh. After relieving himself, he pulled off the long johns and underwear and flushed his underwear down the toilet. He wiped out the long johns as best he could with a hand towel. He hated the feeling of skiing in wet pants. It was a feeling he hadn't encountered since he was just five and his parents brought him to a nearby frozen lake to skate on. He was too scared to ask for the bathroom and ended up peeing himself in the middle of the ice. Nobody knew until he got home and his parents discovered his wet pants. Mac remembered his dad hitting him with a leather belt that night. He hadn't wet his pants since. Mac emerged from the bathroom, ready to take on the slopes. “Do you want another hot chocolate?” Scott asked. “Nah,” Mac sighed. He knew better than to have another drink this time, but watched as both Andy and Scott gulped down another large mug of instant chocolate. “Hope you're ready for The Widowmaker.” Scott raised an eyebrow, “There's no way any of us can survive that one. Even my dad says he's not experienced enough.” Andy grinned from ear to ear. “I bet you both ten bucks I can survive it.” “You're too pussy to do it,” Mac challenged. Andy rolled his eyes, “Stop talking about yourself!” “I'm not a pussy. I just don't want to die,” Mac snapped. “Let's just start off with the easy crap and then take on the more fun stuff. We've only got a few hours before we have to head back,” Scott suggested. Andy and Mac both sighed and followed Scott out to the slopes.
PIKE'S PEAK A story about friendship, ski trips, and wet snowsuits. Part 3: The Widowmaker Allie pulled out her phone to check her messages and huffed, “Ugh! Why does Marco have to teach all these little jerks how to ski? Doesn't he have time for me?” Lizzie rolled her eyes, “Oh my god, I know; Laurence has spent the last ten minutes just dicking around with Riley Woodman. I mean, they're both cute, but like... what about us? We're totally hot right?” Lizzie brushed some snow off her sunset-coloured jacket. Both girls had crushed on dark, curly-haired Riley Woodman last year, but in order to stay friends, both girls slowly came to resent Riley as if he were a force that would tear the world apart. The boy knew nothing of Lizzie and Allie's unspoken agreement and watched obliviously as the two tried to hit on his two best friends. “I know,” Allie smiled, “We should wait until their breaks and then get them to buy us mochas at the coffee stand!” Lizzie sighed. “I'm totally not waiting for that.” She slowly skied towards the bunny hills. Lizzie stopped for a moment and looked back. “You may as well come with; hiding in the bushes won't win you Marco Dimaggio!” she teased. Allie begrudgingly followed. She didn't want to pretend to learn how to ski; she knew what she was doing. All she really wanted was to share a coffee with Marco and do one of the harder runs with him by her side. Lizzie seemed to think that to get the guys she needed to be a damsel in distress. As they approached the bunny hill, Marco greeted the two girls with a grin and a welcoming wave. “Allie! Lizzie! 'Sup?!” he called, gently pushing the last of his line of young kids down the tiny hill. “Hey Marco!” Allie called, skiing faster towards her crush's post. “Didn't think you'd make it up this weekend,” Marco grinned, showing his perfect teeth. Allie giggled, blushing cheeks stinging in the cold. Lizzie rolled her eyes, “Where did Laurence and that jerk Riley run off to?” Marco shrugged, “Probably off getting another coffee. They didn't even offer to grab me one...” “Oh, I'll go grab one for each of us,” Lizzie offered, winking not-so-subtly at her best friend. Meanwhile, Scott, Andy, and Mac were standing next to the Widowmaker. They had already tried all of the mid-range slopes and Andy was getting bored. “Come on, guys!” he called. Scott shook his head, “No way, man. I'm heading back. I drank way too much hot chocolate...” Mac said nothing, for once. He had been holding it for a while now and intended to head back with Scott before it was too late. “Well, I'm going for it!” Andy demanded. “Dude! No! You're gonna hurt yourself!” Scott protested, “Please, let's go home!” “You're just begging me to go cause you need to pee. Just go in the woods!” Andy shouted back. Scott shook his head; he really didn't want Andy to make an attempt to injure himself. “We're going back. If you get hurt, it's your own fault.” Mac felt another twinge of desperation “Scott... I gotta get back. I really gotta go...” “Me too man. But we can just piss in the bushes. I really don't want Andy to hurt himself,” Scott warned. He adjusted himself, tugging at his crotch. Mac shook his head, “No dude... I have to go number two. Like real bad.” Mac clutched his stomach. He knew he shouldn't have drank that hot chocolate; Mac's lactose intolerance was something he was still embarrassed by. He winced, trying to keep everything inside. “Dude, I really have to go.” “Yo, Andy! We're heading back. Mac's feeling sick.” Scott called. Andy didn't reply; he was already shakily heading down the run. Scott gruffly sighed as he and Mac made their way back to the cabin. The boys barely exchanged a word between them as they tried desperately to keep their messes inside their privates. Mac could feel the liquid diarrhea leak into his already soiled longjohns. His stomach grumbled in agony as he made his way closer to the cabin. Scott was having his own struggles. He regretted drinking even one hot chocolate, being that his small bladder could barely handle any liquid before activites. He adjusted his privates again, stretching his underwear from inside his pants to hold back his desperate urges. If he hadn’t been so shy, he would’ve just gone right there outside. The boys were almost at the cabin and begrudgingly removed their skis. Mac ran into the bathroom before Scott was able to sneak in front. He took off his snow pants and squeezed his legs together. His blue longjohns were bunched up around his crotch where he had been holding on. Scott crossed his right leg over his left and shut his eyes. He tried the same thing with his left leg. He tried bouncing up and down. He tried grabbing onto his penis. Nothing would stop the urge; nothing would stop the pee from coming. “Mac, hurry up! I really, really, really need to go pee!” Meanwhile, Mac’s stomach wasn’t feeling much better. He sat on the toilet, feeling a horrible burning sensation in his guts as he expelled the unwanted dairy products from his body. He vigorously wiped the diarrhea from the inside of his pants, but the stain wouldn’t go away. He regretted throwing his underwear away. “Just a sec!” he called. The stench from his excrement was filling the room. “Come on!” Scott desperately cried, banging on the door, “I have to go!” He was dancing like a maniac trying to keep it under control. Nothing was working. Scott crouched down and held onto the tip of his penis, closing his eyes. Back on the ski hill, Andy was coasting down the slope, slow and steady. It was a much tougher run than he’d expected and he could feel the hot chocolate he drank earlier catching up to him. He tried to see where the end of the run was, but it was a long way down. He felt the pressure building in his groin and tried hard to hold it without twisting his legs. He didn’t want to fall over or lose balance. He quickly squeezed his thighs together if only just to adjust himself for a moment. Andy felt the urge grow stronger. “I really gotta go,” he said to himself. He was starting to regret not heading back to the cabin with Scott and Mac. Scott hit a bumpy part of the hill and was having a really hard time holding it. He sacrificed one of his poles to grab onto his crotch tightly. He bit his lip and squeezed his legs together. He could see the end of the run in just a few meters. Just then, a bump threw him off balance. Scott gasped and tripped over his skis, letting go of his hold. He felt the warm pee filling his underwerar and then trickling down the legs of his snow pants as he crashed to the ground. One of his feet was caught in his ski; Andy could feel his leg was twisted in a weird direction. At first he only felt shame of falling down and peeing his pants as the crowd grew around him. Then he felt the excruciating pain. He looked over at his leg, realizing he had broken it and began to bawl, mostly due to shock. He watched as Scott’s parents made their way over to the boy along with the medics hired to watch over the hill. “Andy! Andy! Are you okay?” Jennifer exclaimed. “M-m-my leg…” Andy said, staring into the abyss, “I… I think it’s broken.” Jennifer put a hand to Andy’s cold face, “It’s going to be alright, dear. We’re going to take you to get fixed up.” The medic smiled at Andy, “Yeah kiddo, it won’t be long. We just have to get you out of this snow suit and set your leg before we airlift you to the hospital.” Andy looked worried. “You’ll be fine!” the medic smiled. Andy shook his head and went completely red with embarrassment, “I… I wet my pants…” “Trust me, kid. I’ve seen way worse. At least urine is sterile.” Jennifer walked back to the cabin to grab Danny, as the twins would be picked up later from the hospital by Mr. Monroe. She opened the door to see Scott holding himself in front of the bathroom and a horrible musty smell coming from inside. “Boys, your friend Andy has broken his leg… he’s being sent to the hospital… Scotty, do you need to go to the bathroom?” “Mac won’t let me in. I’m gonna pee my pants!” he exclaimed. Jennifer knocked on the door, “Mac, honey, are you okay?” Mac gasped, “Uh, just a sec!” Scott danced from foot to foot, desperately hanging on, “You said that like an hour ago!” “I just… I’m not…” Mac’s words were inaudible over the sound of him evacuating his bowels again. Jennifer grabbed her son’s arm, “Just pee outside. I don’t think Mac’s feeling well.” Scott shyly followed, barely able to walk. He hadn’t peed outside in a really long time and felt pretty awkward about it. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone see you,” Jennifer reassured him. Scott closed his eyes and squeezed his penis, but he felt himself spring a leak. “Mom…” Jennifer turned around to see Scott holding himself but ultimately losing the battle as pee soaked through his pants and down his legs into his socks. Jennifer sighed. “Scotty, do we need to go back to wearing Pull-Ups?” she whispered. Scott gulped. He hadn’t worn Pull-Ups since his last school. “If you keep doing this, you will have to start wearing them until we can trust you to hold it,” Jennifer warned. “You can’t keep having accidents like this. You’re nine years old! Now go get a change of clothes from your room. We’ve got to wake Danny up so he can head to the hospital with his brother." If anyone has any suggestions/have anything they would like to see happen in upcoming chapters, please let me know. Taking suggestions but can't 100% guarantee I will write it into this specific story. I definitely want to hear what you guys think/what you're interested in. Thanks again for all the kind words so far!
PIKE'S PEAK A story about friendship, ski trips, and wet snowsuits. Part 4: Dreams & Misfortune Danny woke up with a pressing urge to go. He felt groggy from sleeping all day and his mouth still tasted like puked up burgers. He grabbed his crotch and fumbled down the long, dark hallway, feeling the wood panels as he stepped carefully towards his final destination. He could feel himself losing control and shoved his hand down his pants, trying to cut off the spurts of pee coming from his urethra. Danny had to stop for a moment and adjusted himself, slowly shuffling down the hall, knees knocking together. He knew he could win this battle… but where in the world was the bathroom? He could’ve sworn it was right between the two bedrooms. He held tighter and took a few more steps. “Andy?” he called out for his brother. Realizing it was futile, he called out again, “Is anyone home?” He felt some pee leak onto his hand and he continued down the hall. “I really have to go pee,” he whispered into the nothingness. Danny felt a door handle; he tried to jiggle it open, but it wouldn’t budge. “Please hurry!” he shouted to whoever was inside, “I have to go to the bathroom really really bad!” Danny pee-pee danced in front of the door, hoping that whoever was inside would hurry up. He felt another spurt from his urethra and grimaced. “Please!” he called, grabbing his penis with the other hand. He heard a deep groan from behind the door and it slowly creaked open. Danny flung the door open and raced inside to see a dank, mouldy looking outhouse. He shyly looked around. When he stared into the mirror, he saw his mother’s dead, rotting face and he screamed, letting loose all over his pants. Danny woke up to soaked sheets and Jennifer bursting into his room. “Sweetie, we need to go take your brother to hospital; he’s fallen and broken his leg,” Jennifer said, matter-of-factly. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes and we’ll head up to the landing pad.” Danny put his head in his hands and started to cry. He was so scared of his brother getting hurt like his mom had and then never coming back. He wasn’t even embarrassed about his accident anymore. “Don’t worry, honey. Accidents happen. You can just wear a pair of Scott’s pants,” Jennifer reassured him, going in for a hug. Danny wrapped his arms around Jennifer, remembering how much he missed hugs from his mother. “Mom,” he whispered, letting tears flow down his cheeks. Jennifer stroked the boy’s hair whispering, “It’s okay.” Meanwhile, back on the slopes, Lizzie was trying her hardest to share a mocha with Laurence. “Oh my gosh, you should totally try it. It’s like a hot chocolate with coffee,” Lizzie explained. Laurence rolled his eyes, “I don’t share drinks.” Riley snickered, “Oh, c’mon Laur - she probably doesn’t have herpes or anything.” Laurence glared at his friend and then looked back at Lizzie, who was surely disappointed. “Fine. If you’re not going to take a free drink from a nice girl, we should get going. Break is only half an hour and I want to try The Widowmaker again,” Riley said, hands on his hips. “I heard they closed it cause some moron kid broke his leg. It’s like a crime scene up there right now,” Laurence sighed. Lizzie grimaced. She hoped to God it wasn’t Mac; she would never hear the end of it from her parents. “Ooh, crime scenes? That sounds amazing! Let’s go!” Riley grabbed Laurence’s hand and they headed up towards the entrance to the Widowmaker. “Laurence, wait-” Lizzie called, but the boys didn’t hear her. Lizzie ran after them, desperately hoping Laurence would notice her. “When do you think Lizzie is coming back?” Marco asked Allie. “Um… it might be a while. She’s probably just trying to get Laurence to go out with her.” Marco suppressed a laugh. “She doesn’t know?” Allie shot him a confused look. “Laurence is… definitely taken. I’m sure he’ll let her know,” Marco smiled. “My break’s done in about twenty minutes. Do you wanna go hang out in my family’s cabin? I’m the only one up here this weekend, so it’ll just be you and I.” “You came up here alone?” Allie queried. “Well, yeah. I got a ride with Riley and his older brother but my parents said I could use the cabin…” “Wow, cool.” Allie was amazed that Marco’s parents trusted him like that. She was certain that Mike and Jennifer would never trust her to be on her own anywhere. Marco was fifteen, though. Maybe when she was fifteen… “Let’s go - I really don’t have a lot of time left before the next class of bunny hill babies shows up!” Marco grabbed Allie’s hand and they headed off to his cabin. Marco unlocked the door and led Allie to his parent’s room. He pulled back the covers of the queen size bed. “Do you wanna cuddle?” Allie shrugged uncomfortably. She had never done any of this before. Her heart was racing, “Uh….” “C’mon. It’ll be nice,” Marco demanded. He took off his ski pants, revealing his slightly muscular frame and an erect bulge in his long johns. Allie shyly removed her jacket and ski pants. She said nothing and hopped into bed with Marco. He kissed her cheek tenderly and whispered, “I’ve wanted this for so long…” Marco reached around to Allie’s front, feeling her up and down until he discovered the elastic band at the top of her leggings. Allie gasped and put her hand atop Marco’s in mild resistance, but he fought her and reached down to her nether regions. Allie squeaked and pulled Marco’s hand away. “I thought you wanted this!” Marco shouted, “What the hell, Allie?!” “I didn’t…” Allie started, but she choked up and started to cry. “Get out!” Marco shouted, throwing her jacket at her. When Lizzie finally got to the top of the run, she noticed Laurence and Riley standing behind a tree, holding each other in a loving embrace and making out. She dropped her mocha in shock and loudly gasped. Both boys turned around, cold faces blushing with embarrassment. “P-please don’t tell my dad…” Laurence whispered. Lizzie said nothing. Jennifer lay out some clothes for Scott to wear on the nightstand. “These are for after your shower when Mac is done in the bathroom,” she told him, “Danny and I are heading to the hospital with Andy. Dad will take you and Mac and the girls home in a few hours.” Scott nodded, removing his wet pants and underwear. “Tell Andy I’m sorry…” “Sorry for what?” “For not looking out for him… I told him not to do that run…” “Honey, it’s not your fault Andy made a bad choice. He’s going to be fine. You’ll see him back at home soon I’m sure.” Jennifer kissed her son on the forehead, “Have a nice trip back, love.” “Bye Danny! Bye mom!” Scott called as they headed out the door. It was then that Mac finally emerged from the bathroom. “Ugh… sorry…” Mac mumbled, “It smells pretty bad…” Scott snickered, “Guess you’re not gonna have any more hot chocolate…” Mac glared at his best friend. “I’m gonna shower,” Scott said, “We have cable if you wanna watch something…” “Sure, whatever,” Mac replied. The hot water from the shower made Scott feel great. He was cold from being wet outside and being clean was one of his favourite feelings. He closed his eyes and savoured the joy of warmth. When he was done, he covered himself in a towel - not that he cared if Mac saw him nude - but so he could keep warm. He leafed through the clothes his mom had laid out for him, realizing she hadn’t left him any underwear. He gulped and checked the top drawer. Nothing. Scott was kicking himself now. He thought he had grown out of Pull Ups. He thought he wouldn’t have to wear them ever again. He wondered if his mom had removed all of his underwear to prove a point. Scott opened the bottom drawer and put on a pair from the pack his parents had bought him last year. “Hey Scott, how do you change-” Mac gasped as he walked in on his friend pulling on a diaper.
Piddling Around with a Dragon Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Captain L for editing (Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised.) “Closer…” The mouth slowly leaned in, opening up to reveal the sharp fangs underneath. “Just a little closer now…” The mouth was so close, she could almost feel the breath flowing in and out of the nose above. “Okay, now bite!” As instructed, the mouth closed around the fork and pulled away, taking the food atop it with her. “So, what do you think?” A few chews later, and Kanna’s face lit up with color and wonder, her closed, blue eyes opening wide. “It’s so moist and sweet. I really like it,” she said. Though her tone was flat and mouth still in a frown, there was no lie in her words. “Surprise! It’s chocolate cake,” said Riko Saikawa, handing Kanna the plate. “Georgie made it special for us today.” “Wow. Tell her I said thank you,” said Kanna before taking another bite. “You can tell her yourself when we head back home.” Saikawa reached into the basket and pulled out her own cake plate. “Oh, and speaking of Georgie, you should try some of her new dishes. She’s learned how to make this food called ravioli.” Kanna swallowed the next bite of cake and asked, “What’s that?” “It’s a dish they make in Italy. It’s like a soft noodle cover you can put all kinds of meat and cheeses inside. You can also toast it and dip it in sauces to make it extra yummy!” “Oh, it sounds really good. I should ask Tohru if she could try making some ra… rovi… rali...” Saikawa giggled a little to herself. Kanna was strangely cute with how she wrestled with a new word. “Rah-vee-oh-lee,” she enunciated. “Ravioli, ravioli.” Kanna swayed back and forth as she got used to saying it. “Hee hee, there you go! Ravioli, ravioli!” cheered Saikawa. A picnic with her best friend, Kanna Kobayashi; Saikawa could not think of any better way to spend her weekend afternoon. Just the two of them enjoying good food and each other’s company at the scenic park, the sunlight reflecting off her forehead as if it was made of silver. Really, things couldn’t get any better than they were now. “Saikawa, you got some chocolate on your cheek.” “Hmm?” Saikawa put her fork down. Now that Kanna had pointed out, she could feel the sweet, sticky dessert a little outside her mouth. “Oops! I’ll just wipe that off-” No sooner did she get the words out did Kanna close the distance between them and drag her tongue across Saikawa’s cheek. The chocolate was licked off in one go, leaving a warm and wet feeling that set her heart-rate skyrocketing and face lighting up beet red. “I got it for you,” said Kanna. Instantly, Saikawa turned away and slapped her hands to her head. “Bo-hee-hee-heeee!” she squealed, her pupils taking the shape of a heart for a while. She was wrong; things definitely got better. She didn’t know how long she spent squeeing, but by the time Saikawa came down, Kanna had finished her cake and was now looking at the sun. “What time is it?” she asked. “The time? Lemme check.” Saikawa pulled out her phone. “It’s about three o’clock.” “Oh.” Kanna looked down a little bit. “I need to get home soon. Kobayashi wants me to have enough time to get my homework done.” “Aww.” Saikawa started feeling down herself. They had been having so much fun together. Where did all that time go? Still, she knew their fun day had to come to an end eventually. At least it was a good time while it lasted. “I’m sorry, Saikawa,” said Kanna, her tone matching the emotion for once. Saikawa put on a smile and looked at Kanna again. “It’s okay, I still have to do my homework, too.” She put her plate in the basket and stood up. “Alright, let’s clean up here and get you back home!” she said, raising a fist in earnest. Kanna merely nodded and stood up, and they were soon packing up their food and blanket. Holding the basket in her hand, Saikawa took a step forward and declared, “Now let's go ho-uh!?” She stopped in her tracks in an instant, becoming very aware of something she had been unconsciously ignoring all this time. Saikawa needed to use the little girl’s room, and soon. The last time she had used the bathroom was before Kanna came by to go to the picnic. That was plenty of time for her bladder to fill up again, especially with Georgie’s homemade tea being particularly delicious that day. Saikawa rubbed her legs together a bit while frowning in worry. She had hoped something like this would not have happened, but planned for it anyway like the good host she was. She knew exactly where the park’s restrooms were and that they were kept clean almost all the time. Paying them a quick visit would be a no-brainer, at least at any other time. But that still left one problem. In all the time she spent with Kanna, Saikawa had never let her friend know when she needed to pee. Even when they would spend the night together, she would always make the excuse of going to talk to someone or grab something to drink, then use the bathroom without Kanna ever being the wiser. The thought of actually telling her was just… embarrassing. Did she really have it in her to confide something like that to her best friend, she wondered. “Um, Saikawa?” Hearing Kanna say her name always took her out of whatever she was thinking. At once, Saikawa turned around and asked “Yes, Kanna?” She did not need an answer to see what the problem was. The way Kanna shifted her weight from one leg to the other along with a hand placed just below her belly told her everything. “Do you know where I can find a toilet?” asked Kanna. Saikawa’s brain activity flatlined for a moment. Kanna, her best friend and person she loved more than her own family, just confided to her that she needed the bathroom? This was entirely out of the blue; she had no time to mentally prepare for that barrier to suddenly be broken. Had their relationship evolved that rapidly? But then she realized how fortunate she was for Kanna to ask for a bathroom. This gave her the perfect reason to visit the restrooms now. She would just have to wait until Kanna was done, then say she wanted to go in and wash her hands, and Kanna would never know of her plight. “Of course!” Saikawa finally replied, raising her hand. “I know exactly where the bathrooms are here. I’ll get you there in no time at all!” Kanna perked up just a tiny bit at the news. “Oh thank you, Saikawa.” “You don’t have to thank me. It’s only my duty as host of this picnic!” she put her free hand to her chest in a pose of confidence as she turned around. “Now follow me, Kanna. To the toilets!” “Out of order!?” The basket hit the ground as Saikawa slapped the sides of her head in her hands. The doorway into the girls’ half of the park’s only restrooms was blocked with a sign reading the worst three words she could have seen right now. Her cleverly-improvised pee plan had been flushed straight down the toilet. “What’s wrong?” asked Kanna as she walked up. “Are they broken?” Turning around in a flash, Saikawa lowered her head to the ground. “I-I’m sorry, Kanna! I had no idea they would be like this today. Please forgive me!” Though she couldn’t see it, Kanna’s expression remained unchanged as always. Her friend merely glanced over and lifted a finger. “The boy’s room is still open. Maybe we could-” “No!” Saikawa blurted out, flailing her arms every which way. “W-we can’t go in there! I-if a b-boy saw us, it’d be super-embarrassing, and we c-couldn’t show our faces in school anymore, and we’d probably go to jail, and, and…!” “Never mind.” Kanna lowered her head like a puppy that got denied its treats. “D-don’t worry,” Saikawa quickly responded, “We’ll just walk home a little faster. I’ll find you a bathroom before it’s too late, I promise!” For both me and you! As Saikawa had hoped, Kanna lifted her head up and nodded. Seeing Kanna look down weighed on her more than any amount of urine ever could. The fact that she could easily sympathize with how her classmate was feeling right now did not make that easier. She gripped the basket with a renewed sense of determination. No way was she going to let either of them wet themselves, not on her watch. Aah, I’m gonna wet myself! How far from home were they now? Saikawa guessed that they had to be halfway to their house by now. Unfortunately, her house may as well be on the other side of the city, her chances of getting there in dry undies were just as bad. The smart choice then was to find a public bathroom on the way there, or a thick grove of bushes at the very least. Unfortunately, neither of those were an option, either; this was a residential area, where shops and parks were few and far between, and even if she were desperate enough to squat behind something, she couldn’t see anything nearby that would give them enough privacy to be reasonable. The other problem was how obvious her need was becoming. Though she held the basket in front of her, Kanna walked behind her, and there was nothing she could do to hide the stiffness in her walking. Their speed had slowed down as well, as she needed be careful with her steps to keep from leaking anything out. “Eep!” But even that was not enough to completely hold it back. A wave of pain hit Saikawa just then, forcing her to come to a complete stop. Her free hand burrowed between her legs, where she could feel the first drops of her tinkle leaking into her underwear. Fortunately, those drops were the only thing that escaped for now, but they had confirmed her worst fears: making it back home before the dam broke was just not possible. “Saikawa?” At a much slower speed than normal, Saikawa turned around to confront Kanna. Though she still fidgeted, Kanna’s gaze remained fixed on her. “Are you okay?” She asked. “Um…” Any other time, it would have been easy for her to smile and say nothing was wrong. However, the very real possibility of having an accident in front of her best friend was too much for her to put on a brace face. “Do you… need the toilet, too?” And there it was, her desperation and shame finally exposed. She had let her friend down and failed to find them a suitable bathroom. Saikawa almost felt like crying as she moved her head up and down, too mortified to form any words. But rather than express disappointment, Kanna furrowed her brow, her eyes filling with determination. She ran up to Saikawa and grabbed the basket, not taking it from her, but tugging on it as if to pull her friend somewhere. “Quick, this way!” said Kanna. With no other choice, Saikawa let her friend take her down another road while her free hand firmly remained on her groin. For a moment, she felt a little hopeful that Kanna knew just where to find a toilet for them. However, having grown up in this neighborhood, she knew there were no bathrooms in this direction. The only thing of note coming up was… Oh no! Saikawa heard it before she saw it; the local creek that ran through this part of town, at least ten feet wide with a large, sturdy bridge crossing over it. Hundreds of gallons of water flowed past, creating all kinds of noises that Saikawa could not stand to hear right now. At this rate, she doubt she could get out of earshot again before springing another leak, one she might not be able to stop. “K-Kanna, where are we going?” Saikawa asked. “I know somewhere we can go near here,” Kanna replied. “But w-where is that?” “Quick, under here!” Kanna didn’t say anything else, instead guiding them around the bridge’s side. A walkway under the bridge came into view, tucked away so that no one could see it unless they went particularly out of their way. Saikawa may have only been in the third grade, but she was smart enough to know there couldn’t possibly be a bathroom down that way. That meant that either Kanna was leading them the wrong way, which she doubted, or this place was going to be their hiding spot while they… “W-wait, Kanna!” Saikawa let go of the basket, but not of her crotch. “We can’t do that!” Kanna turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “Why not? Tohru and I did it here when we couldn’t find a bathroom one time.” “B-because…” Several reasons rested on Saikawa’s tongue: It was indecent, they could get caught, they might still have a chance at finding another restroom, and most of all, they would have to do it together with nothing to hide the sights or sounds. However, not a single one of them found their way out, for another jolt hit her just then, and a second dribble of piddle renewed the gross warmth in her underwear. “Aah, nevermind! I’ll do it here!” declared Saikawa while she danced in place with both hands shoved between her legs. No other words were said as the girls made their way beneath the bridge. Wasting no time, Saikawa waddled in front of the safety rail, snaking both hands under her skirt and pulling down her panties, a solid white color save for the bit of yellow at the crotch. She squatted down in a way to ensure her pee would come out forward and pass over the ledge so as to leave as little trace of their crime as possible. Her pee didn’t come out straight away; there was still that pesky barrier of mentally accepting that she was gonna go in such a place. Slowing down her breathing, Saikawa could feel the subtle sensations that it would be happening soon. Just then, she also felt bare skin come into contact with her leg, diverting her attention to the side. “Wha!?” squatting right next to her was none other than Kanna, her pink panties pulled up to her knees. All this space under the bridge, and she had elected to go right alongside Saikawa, not unlike a boy using the urinal right next to another boy. Saikawa wouldn’t be able to hide a single thing about her potty time, and that was a little too much for her to bear. Maybe I could move over before-EEP! It all happened so fast. One second, Saikawa was trying to scoot away, and the next, her piddle was pushing out of her, a healthy light-yellow stream coming out horizontally and falling past the walkway’s edge, breaking into scattered drops by the time it reached the water. The unmistakable sound of tinkling joined the many noises of the flowing creek, its volume the same as Saikawa’s ragged breathing to their ears. Embarrassment, surprise, worry, shame, all ran through her mind as she could do nothing but remain squatted and let her bladder empty. But soon, the pleasure of relieving herself after holding it for so long resonated through her body and overrode those emotions, washing them away like a gentle wave. Her open mouth lifted upwards, and Saikawa closed her eyes as she let out a sigh in bliss, content to let this feeling linger for however long her pee would last. But just a few seconds later, a powerful hissing sound, like air escaping from a delivery truck’s brakes, started up right next to her. Her curiosity proved stronger than her better judgment, and Saikawa slowly opened her eyes at first, only to gasp and snap them all the way up once she saw the noise’s source. A second stream of pee had joined hers, but “stream” was far too light of a word to describe it. “Torrent” sounded a lot more appropriate, for it was double the radius of Saikawa’s trickle, and it shot out much farther, landing more than halfway across the creek’s width. Even from there, Saikawa could see the pooling of yellow spreading in the direction of the creek’s flow, the impact creating a sound not unlike a bath faucet running at full strength. It seemed impossible, thought Saikawa. No way could that ever come from her friend! Yet, as her eyes followed the trail back to its source right next to her, she could no longer deny that this power pee was shooting straight out of Kanna. “Mmmm,” she could hear Kanna’s throat humming, eyes closed while she handled an ocean’s worth of business like it was nothing. Saikawa’s brain filled up with questions while she absent-mindedly stared at this spray that could probably put out a campfire all on its own. How long had it been since Kanna had last peed? Was it even possible for someone to hold that much? Was her friend secretly a dragon or something? “You’re staring at me.” “Eh!?” Snapping back to reality, Saikawa finally realized that Kanna’s eyes were open and looking right at her, while the schoolgirl’s gaze had been directed at the stream blasting from between her legs. “Ahh! Um, I, er, w-was, uh, I mean, ah…” Try as she might, nothing close to a coherent sentence would come out, not that it would have done her any good. She had been caught looking at her friend doing something super private, something involving her privates no less. What could she possibly say to not make this incredibly awkward and shameful? All Saikawa could do now was wait for Kanna to respond, probably calling her a pervert and saying she doesn’t want to be friends anymore. That response did not happen; instead, Kanna’s eyes trailed from Saikawa’s head down her body and ending at a spot just in front of her stream’s source. “I’ll watch yours, too,” said Kanna flatly. If Saikawa thought her face could not get any redder, she was immediately proven wrong. “Whaaaa!?” On top of having to pee in public and witness Kanna’s fire-hose-caliber stream, now Kanna would be intently watching her go? It was too much for the third-grader’s mind and heart, and she soon experienced the human equivalent of a computer blue-screen. Not a single thought went through her head while she continued letting it out, her stream going just as strong as it had started. Time was not something Saikawa could grasp in her shocked state, but at some point, she felt the pee leaving her at a weaker rate, the stream coming closer and closer to the ledge. It was not much longer afterwards that it came to an end, the only thing left being the few drips she needed to wipe up. Yet somehow, Kanna was still going by the time Saikawa finished, though her peeing had diminished as well. It was still an impressive spray for anyone, let alone an elementary school kid, but at least the noises were growing quieter, lowering their risk of someone investigating out of curiosity. It was at least another minute before Kanna’s potty time had ended as well, the super stream gradually losing its arc and reducing to a mere dribble. It was about now when Saikawa’s mental faculties returned to her. She blinked a couple times and looked downwards, finally realizing it was over. Even if it was the most embarrassing pee she ever took, she had avoided an accident, and it was all thanks to Kanna. She was relieved, but a sense of guilt also weighed down on Saikawa now. She had failed in her attempt to find a bathroom for them, and if not for Kanna’s quick thinking, they probably would’ve walked home in soaked undies and socks. As the hostess of this picnic outing, that was just unacceptable. “Here you go, Saikawa.” But before she could further dwell on it, something white and square-shaped entered her vision. Kanna was offering her a napkin from the basket for her to wipe with. “Oh, t-thank you,” said Saikawa, taking the napkins and getting straight to cleaning herself up. Silence followed while the girls made themselves decent again, pulling up their panties and standing back up once they felt clean enough. Tossing the used napkins into the basket, Saikawa grabbed the handle and brought the basket to her side. “Let’s go home,” said Kanna as she turned around. “W-wait, Kanna,” Saikawa replied, holding her hand out. Kanna turned back to face her and asked, “What is it?” Saikawa had to pause for a moment as she looked straight into Kanna’s bright blue eyes. “Um, I…” She threw her head down and shut her eyes. “I’m so sorry!” Kanna tilted her head to the side, not that Saikawa could see. “What for?” she asked. “I… couldn’t find us another bathroom,” said Saikawa, “and we had to do it out in the open instead. I was doing so well with our picnic, and then I ruined it at the last moment.” She didn’t dare look back up to see if Kanna was disappointed at her, she could feel it from here. That was why she wasn’t surprised when Kanna walked over and gently rested a hand on her hand gripping the basket. Wait, what!? Looking back up with her mouth wide open and cheeks turning red, Saikawa saw Kanna’s serene and gentle face right next to her. “It’s okay,” she said, “I had a really fun time today, and I don’t mind having to do that with you.” “R-r-really?” Saikawa managed to stammer. To this, Kanna nodded and moved around until she was standing at Saikawa’s side. Her fingers interlocked between Saikawa’s so that both of them were holding the basket. “We should have another picnic soon, and maybe have some of those raviolis next time.” Saikawa did not catch what Kanna was saying, for her brain had gone into overdrive from Kanna essentially holding hands with her now. Her face burning beet red and heart-rate skyrocketing, Saikawa slapped her free hand to her cheek and let out a long squeal of “Bo-hee-hee-hee-heeeee!” She was wrong again; things definitely got better.
(Authors notes: this is a fan fic request for Rick Dixon i hope anyone else reading this enjoys this and also this is my first fan fiction so i hope everyone enjoys this) Anderson was walking through the doors of his sons school auditorium today was the day his son was the main character in the school play of sleeping beauty he was already pretty late for the play as is but you see he already has a more pressing issue in his mind he needed to pee pretty badly at that Anderson had forgotten to go to the bathroom as he was leaving for work can you blame him he was running late and he had so much paper work he had to leave some behind. know Anderson was getting scooting by some people trying to get by so he can sit on the seat his wife saved for him once there he sat and told his wife" wouldn't miss it for the world hun i didn't even have time to use the restroom i gotta go so bad my back my back teeth are pumped " as Anderson said this he had his legs crossed and both hands on his crotch as the play starting they started with the scene where the witch poisoning the apple his focus was mainly on the witches pot witch consisted of boiling water the sight was enough to make me feel the need worsen as he could feel my urine trying to make its was out of my to go he was beginning to feel it go through him system as he held my self and squirmed around for a a few seconds. Anderson decided to get up and excused himself for the bathroom " oh man uhh um excuse me ill be right back" was all he could say before his wife grabbed his shoulder and sat him back down" Andy wait its almost intermission now be polite and wait" as Anderson sat down he crossed his arms and said "how polite would it be if we had a little flood in the air". as his son was on stage he could barely hear him he looked at his wife "what did he say my ears are a little clogged up" As Anderson son was on stage he couldn't really focus as there was a small child next to him sipping on a soda the sound of water just made him even more desperate as anyone could tell just by glancing towards him as he was crossing his legs like a pretzel. as soon as Anderson he was relived to see the announcement that the intermission was starting " about time that act was nice and concise". as his son and the girl playing the lead were exiting his wife grabbed his jacket and pulled him back down "Andy its starting" she says pulling him down Anderson says "you cant be serious how could he do this to me" he says crossing his legs and squirming around in his seat. as Louie was acting the curtain was opening and revealed a waterfall as he saw this waterfall seat began to form as small bit of urine tried to make its way out remind my body of its urgent need all he could mutter as he sweating was "this is not american". as it was getting harder to hold with the child slurping on his drink and the water fountain all i could mutter in hope of my sun to hurry up so i can go release my pen up urine as he was preparing to kiss the girl " hurry up and kiss her". as the kiss was happening i notice the sprinklers going off luckily they were not on for to long as my son did it he kissed her he cheered as well only cause it was over and i finally was able to go not only that but he was able to see his son getting his first kiss from a girl as she spun him around i was honestly quite surprised and proud . my wife turned around grabbed my jacket pulled me down again " so huny how did you get away from work" Anderson replied " so i finished and i left" her respond was " you left work because you knew how it important it was for you to come see you're sons play" Anderson grabs the popcorn from the child next to him "no i came because of the free popcorn" he says this as he is globing the popcorn down he says " mater of fact ill go get some" Anderson then bolt towards the door crossing his legs trying to make it out to the bathroom " I AM GOING TO BURST" is what he says loudly as he tries to waddle to the door. as Anderson opens the door to the men room leaking a bit on his in crossing his locking his knees together " ugh just my luck" is what Anderson says as he notices the three massive lines for the urinals he decided his best bet was to wait for a urinal to be available he went for the middle one. it did not take to long for three urinals to be vacant and he was able to move up but as hard as he tried the facets running was something Anderson did not wanted to hear he was already at the point of no return hearing all three men in front of him using the urinals and know the running water was two much for Anderson. his bladder finally gave out he could feel his hot urine finally escaping his body Anderson could feel it soaking his underwear and then going towards his pants he could feel it going down his leg it felt so good he could not help give off a sigh of relief and fell on his knees. once he came back back to reality and his senses he realized i am on the bathroom floor on my knees my clothing are with pee my pee and i just did this in front of all these people and kids he was not scared or nervous he felt humiliated as he rose his head from the ground slowly he could fell the butterfly's on his stomach flutter violently once his head was up he could go red from how madly he was blushing from everyone staring at how this grown man just wet him self like a small child. all Anderson could do was get up and run out of there as soon as possible with his head towards the car wondering how is he going to explain this to his wife and kids once they seem him. THE END (i hope everyone enjoyed this and i hope Rick Dixon enjoyed this as well this is my first fiction so please go easy on me with the criticism)
(this is an alternative ending were i change the last paragraph and recreate the ending hope you all enjoy ) Anderson was leaving the auditorium his desperation was reaching a point of urgency and the uncomfortable sensation he was felling on his crotch he was happy to see the bathroom sign as he approached the door. he tried opening the door but it did not bulge just a small crack determine to find out what was blocking and delaying his relief. with both hands on his crotch trying to prevent his pee from exiting Anderson tried to peer his head through the small opening but had no luck all he was successful with was hearing the sounds of everyone in there reliving them selves as well the sound of running water from all the water it was torturer to Anderson he could feel his urine getting closer and trying to inch its way out that was beginning to cause him pain down there he manage to prevent any from escaping he was getting close to the point of no return he was feeling anxious Anderson's face was beginning to redden from all the anxiety he was felling he felt his heartbeat gain momentum in speed as Anderson could feel his hearth on his throat. he began to push on the door tacking it like a football player tackling the opponent he yelled " WHO EVER IS BLOCKING THIS DOOR MOVE IT THIS IS AN EMERGENCY" Anderson got a respond from a guy he recognized as bob " hey buddy this emergency can wait i am having a conversation here" the next voice he heard was bob's wife Janice and she sounded mad " this why our marriage will not be able to continue to work you always ignore me when i am talking to you" she yelled at bob" you did not have to follow me into the men's room for us to have this conversation it could have waited till we got home and that is another issue everything is now with you it can never wait" bob said to his wife "ohhhh so i am the issue when you get home you can never help around the house its only beer and football with you i am doing this here so that every guy can see how much of an idiot you are " this arguing back and forth between Janice and Bob went on for quite some time in that time Anderson was doing a potty dance performance for every parent and child walking and stop to see what all the commotion was about in the men,s bathroom. eventually security arrive escorting Janice and Bob away Anderson had to move to the side finally he was going to finally get the relief he has been waiting for unknown to Anderson two of his previous coworkers that used to work with Anderson before receiving his promotion were waiting for Anderson to enter they were not in good terms with him once he had left and went to his new office the work load increased to the point where they were struggling to keep up all the while Anderson was just in his office doing nothing when we needed his help now it was payback time. Anderson was walking in the bathroom when one of his previous coworkers grabbed him by the sides and pulled Anderson closer to him having his hole arm over his shoulders "hey Anderson how are you fancy seeing you here " Anderson replied "yeah today was my sons play Jeff and i came to see it " Jeff replied " yeah that sounded nice my son was also in the play, to bad me and Adam missed it " Jeff said the final part in a very menacing tone Adam was standing by the sink " yeah me and Jeff would have loved to see our kids play but we were not able to you see we had to stay and work because a certain someone decided to leave us with all the dirty work with out any help" Adam said this as he was running the water in the sinks . the sound of rushing water was torturing Anderson,s poor bladder he was at this point dancing in place like a small child desperate to use the bathroom he couldn't take it anymore he needed to use that urinal and he needed it know " guys i know we may not be the best of coworkers anymore and i have not been the best boss out there so is there anyway we can just let bygones be bygones" he says this extending his hand out trying to get a truce out of them Adam and Jeff looked at Anderson smiling at each other nodding in agreement "we want money as well as raises and if we need off we get off no questions ask i am pretty sure you can handle it by you're self boss " they say in unison .Anderson needing to go took out his wallet giving both a one hundred dollar bill Jeff and Adam gestured for more Anderson gave a frustrated sigh and took out another two one hundred dollar bill " that is all i got " Jeff responded with "that is good boss we expect the form for raises tomorrow with the max amount on them ready to go " said Jeff as him and Adam were about to walk through the door Anderson " will do Jeff and Adam" Anderson said walking toward the urinal finally getting to use it he gave a sigh as he was about to open his fly when the door was open with Adam and Jeff were by the door Anderson's wife came walking in fast grabbing his shirts sleeve "finally found you hun we have to go back to the auditorium one of the parents wants to do a tribute video of a school dance we did here years ago " Anderson could not say anything as he was in to much pain having relief so close taken away from him his bladder was hurting bad as Jeff and Adam watch as Anderson walk by they looked at each other having the same thought " we can still have some fun with our boss ". as Anderson and his wife reached the auditorium Anderson being dragged he looked at his wife " i don,t want to dance i got something i need to do and fast " "Andy don,t be like that this dance means a lot to me it was our first dance you asked me out after it was over and you can do you,re thing after the dance is over " Anderson's wife said that Anderson decided to go along with it plus he can finally go the bathroom and not have to worry about being interrupted " fine but make it quick its getting urgent " he says this while pee dancing in place Anderson's wife notices this " hun its good to see you so eager do this " she says this while grabbing by the sides and pulls him to perform the salsa Anderson was to focus on keeping him self from peeing himself as there was cameras recording and taking pictures of this h did not wanted to be the talk of this small town over something like this it was hard on his poor bladder all this moving around it was a miracle he did not wet himself let alone leaked any in his underwear before he knew it the big test was coming the dip he prepared himself mentally as his wife spun him and brought him in 1 2 3 his wife diped him his right leg was above her hip and and he was arched backwards his wife leaning towards him Anderson's bladder was in a lot of pain at this moment it was distracting him as he did not noticed his wife going in for the kiss this caught Anderson by surprise he almost lost his battle with his bladder luckily managed to hold out everyone in the crowd began cheering loudly at there performance Anderson's wife brought them back up for a bow but only she bowed Anderson sprinted out the room for the second time today. As Anderson reached the toilet he could not open it he banged on the door he Asked "anyone in there if there is anyone can you please open up " he could heard no respond as Anderson was knocking and trying to push the door open unbeknownst to him Jeff and Adam were on the door preventing him from entering laughing from inside as they heard Anderson's pleas to enter with no response Anderson does this for awhile in till he seas a teacher he asked the teacher turning around slowly he asks her "miss is there another bathroom at this school " the teacher looks at Anderson shocked that this man was standing in front of her looking like a pretzel "there is a unisex toilet in the other side of the school on hall 204 that is open but there is a men's room on hall 203 before it " as soon as Anderson heard that he began running that way the teacher saw this " no running in the halls the older they are they are still as rebellious as ever ' she says this walking the other direction Jeff and Adam heard were the other two bathrooms were and devising a plan. Anderson running finally saw the men's room on hall 203 as soon as he walked in opening the door he noticed how long the lines were for three urinals with seven deep each the stall were without any door there is no way he was using those he went for the middle line it did not take long for three urinals to become vacant at the same time the sight of these three men urinating in the front was to much for Anderson he looked away as he noticed there sighs of relief as a warm golden liquid was escaping them it made Anderson fell his need all the more closer to his breaking point as he looked away he instantly regretted his choice as the sight of running water was to much for Anderson his need slip away from his hold he held on with all his strength as he tried to prevent his hold from breaking once he regained composer he released " i cant hold it til its my turn i gotta try the unisex toilet in hall 204" with that he made a run for it little did he know what was waiting for him there. once Anderson saw the unisex sign he ran in he saw a person entering the restroom " wait let m,e in first its an emergency" but the person went in little did Anderson realized it was Jeff entering and as he noticed Anderson making his way he smiled as he closed and looked the door Anderson was banging on the door begging who ever was in there to please hurry up but no luck his best bet was to wait. a few seconds lather his old high school girlfriend Suzy she is wearing a red dress that shows off her legs and body she notices Anderson standing there and begins to talk catching up "hey Andy long time no see how have you been " Anderson with his legs locked together and his legs pressed tightly " nothing much just here to see my Louie at the play" Suzy pressing her legs together crossing her them " i heard he was really good " yeah im very proud of him so what have you been up to i m working i cant really say there is just a lot of paper work" " that is good i am a school teacher hear" Suzy says Anderson replies " i remember you telling me how you wanted to be a teacher back in the day, i hope who ever is in there can hurry up" " yeah me to . as Suzy said this Anderson could feel his anxiety kick in not only did he need but Suzy does as well it dos not really bother him hes already married it would still be embarrassing for him as he cant have an accident in front of everyone seeing how he can hear people exiting towards hear seeing how the after party was almost done he could feel his hearth racing it was beginning to get harder to breath he was more focus at this point at making about making it then listening to Suzy. as if a sign from heaven he heard the toilet flush and began grabbing himself through his brown slacks seeing how Suzy was looking away all we saw was someone exiting the bathroom not saying a word as he turned around and walked away towards, the main exit that was in front of us suzy turned around grabbing her crotch asking me if it was ok if she went first i could not reply fast enough as she walked towards the bathroom she opened the door as she stood in fear hand on her mouth as she was gasped Anderson walked over still grabbing his crotch legs bending together the sight was truly horrifying the toilet was clogged and water was rising beginning to flood the ground in matter of seconds the water had rached our feet the sensation of the water soaking my feet sent a shiver up my spine as my damn was about to burst next i heard the sensation of a strong stream hitting water when i looked over suzy was wetting her self you could see her stream exiting her body from under her skirt the sight was to much for Anderson as his damn brook he fell on his knees as the warm sensation of his bladder finally releasing all its pent up pee it felt great the sensation of his underwear getting warmer as it ran down his legs soaking his brown pants making them a darker shade the part of his pants getting warmer that were soaked by the toilet water it felt nice he couldn't felt but give a sigh of relief as the sensation was wonderful. once the bliss was over Anderson looked around suzy was no wear to be seen but to the left was all the parents and students that were involved in the play his hearth sanked as it was obvious as to what hapened a puddle of yellow liquid around Anderson his face went red he was to ashamed to say anything as he walked out the door. once in his truck Anderson sat there in his pee soaked clothes he didn't know what do to once his wife and Louie they began the drive home the only thing that was mentioned was his wife saying " i guess the janitor is going to have one busy morning ' Anderson chucked at his wive's comment he leaned over and gave her a kiss once they were at a red light " lets go to youre favorite place to get food to go so we can celebrate you're first play going great and youre first kiss " Anderson says giving Louie a play full nudge and a wink THE END ( i hope evryone that made it this far enjoyed my extremly extending ending)
(this is an alternative ending were i change the last paragraph and recreate the ending hope you all enjoy ) Anderson was leaving the auditorium his desperation was reaching a point of urgency and the uncomfortable sensation he was felling on his crotch he was happy to see the bathroom sign as he approached the door. he tried opening the door but it did not bulge just a small crack determine to find out what was blocking and delaying his relief. with both hands on his crotch trying to prevent his pee from exiting Anderson tried to peer his head through the small opening but had no luck all he was successful with was hearing the sounds of everyone in there reliving them selves as well the sound of running water from all the water it was torturer to Anderson he could feel his urine getting closer and trying to inch its way out that was beginning to cause him pain down there he manage to prevent any from escaping he was getting close to the point of no return he was feeling anxious Anderson's face was beginning to redden from all the anxiety he was felling he felt his heartbeat gain momentum in speed as Anderson could feel his hearth on his throat. he began to push on the door tacking it like a football player tackling the opponent he yelled " WHO EVER IS BLOCKING THIS DOOR MOVE IT THIS IS AN EMERGENCY" Anderson got a respond from a guy he recognized as bob " hey buddy this emergency can wait i am having a conversation here" the next voice he heard was bob's wife Janice and she sounded mad " this why our marriage will not be able to continue to work you always ignore me when i am talking to you" she yelled at bob" you did not have to follow me into the men's room for us to have this conversation it could have waited till we got home and that is another issue everything is now with you it can never wait" bob said to his wife "ohhhh so i am the issue when you get home you can never help around the house its only beer and football with you i am doing this here so that every guy can see how much of an idiot you are " this arguing back and forth between Janice and Bob went on for quite some time in that time Anderson was doing a potty dance performance for every parent and child walking and stop to see what all the commotion was about in the men,s bathroom. eventually security arrive escorting Janice and Bob away Anderson had to move to the side finally he was going to finally get the relief he has been waiting for unknown to Anderson two of his previous coworkers that used to work with Anderson before receiving his promotion were waiting for Anderson to enter they were not in good terms with him once he had left and went to his new office the work load increased to the point where they were struggling to keep up all the while Anderson was just in his office doing nothing when we needed his help now it was payback time. Anderson was walking in the bathroom when one of his previous coworkers grabbed him by the sides and pulled Anderson closer to him having his hole arm over his shoulders "hey Anderson how are you fancy seeing you here " Anderson replied "yeah today was my sons play Jeff and i came to see it " Jeff replied " yeah that sounded nice my son was also in the play, to bad me and Adam missed it " Jeff said the final part in a very menacing tone Adam was standing by the sink " yeah me and Jeff would have loved to see our kids play but we were not able to you see we had to stay and work because a certain someone decided to leave us with all the dirty work with out any help" Adam said this as he was running the water in the sinks . the sound of rushing water was torturing Anderson,s poor bladder he was at this point dancing in place like a small child desperate to use the bathroom he couldn't take it anymore he needed to use that urinal and he needed it know " guys i know we may not be the best of coworkers anymore and i have not been the best boss out there so is there anyway we can just let bygones be bygones" he says this extending his hand out trying to get a truce out of them Adam and Jeff looked at Anderson smiling at each other nodding in agreement "we want money as well as raises and if we need off we get off no questions ask i am pretty sure you can handle it by you're self boss " they say in unison .Anderson needing to go took out his wallet giving both a one hundred dollar bill Jeff and Adam gestured for more Anderson gave a frustrated sigh and took out another two one hundred dollar bill " that is all i got " Jeff responded with "that is good boss we expect the form for raises tomorrow with the max amount on them ready to go " said Jeff as him and Adam were about to walk through the door Anderson " will do Jeff and Adam" Anderson said walking toward the urinal finally getting to use it he gave a sigh as he was about to open his fly when the door was open with Adam and Jeff were by the door Anderson's wife came walking in fast grabbing his shirts sleeve "finally found you hun we have to go back to the auditorium one of the parents wants to do a tribute video of a school dance we did here years ago " Anderson could not say anything as he was in to much pain having relief so close taken away from him his bladder was hurting bad as Jeff and Adam watch as Anderson walk by they looked at each other having the same thought " we can still have some fun with our boss ". as Anderson and his wife reached the auditorium Anderson being dragged he looked at his wife " i don,t want to dance i got something i need to do and fast " "Andy don,t be like that this dance means a lot to me it was our first dance you asked me out after it was over and you can do you,re thing after the dance is over " Anderson's wife said that Anderson decided to go along with it plus he can finally go the bathroom and not have to worry about being interrupted " fine but make it quick its getting urgent " he says this while pee dancing in place Anderson's wife notices this " hun its good to see you so eager do this " she says this while grabbing by the sides and pulls him to perform the salsa Anderson was to focus on keeping him self from peeing himself as there was cameras recording and taking pictures of this h did not wanted to be the talk of this small town over something like this it was hard on his poor bladder all this moving around it was a miracle he did not wet himself let alone leaked any in his underwear before he knew it the big test was coming the dip he prepared himself mentally as his wife spun him and brought him in 1 2 3 his wife diped him his right leg was above her hip and and he was arched backwards his wife leaning towards him Anderson's bladder was in a lot of pain at this moment it was distracting him as he did not noticed his wife going in for the kiss this caught Anderson by surprise he almost lost his battle with his bladder luckily managed to hold out everyone in the crowd began cheering loudly at there performance Anderson's wife brought them back up for a bow but only she bowed Anderson sprinted out the room for the second time today. As Anderson reached the toilet he could not open it he banged on the door he Asked "anyone in there if there is anyone can you please open up " he could heard no respond as Anderson was knocking and trying to push the door open unbeknownst to him Jeff and Adam were on the door preventing him from entering laughing from inside as they heard Anderson's pleas to enter with no response Anderson does this for awhile in till he seas a teacher he asked the teacher turning around slowly he asks her "miss is there another bathroom at this school " the teacher looks at Anderson shocked that this man was standing in front of her looking like a pretzel "there is a unisex toilet in the other side of the school on hall 204 that is open but there is a men's room on hall 203 before it " as soon as Anderson heard that he began running that way the teacher saw this " no running in the halls the older they are they are still as rebellious as ever ' she says this walking the other direction Jeff and Adam heard were the other two bathrooms were and devising a plan. Anderson running finally saw the men's room on hall 203 as soon as he walked in opening the door he noticed how long the lines were for three urinals with seven deep each the stall were without any door there is no way he was using those he went for the middle line it did not take long for three urinals to become vacant at the same time the sight of these three men urinating in the front was to much for Anderson he looked away as he noticed there sighs of relief as a warm golden liquid was escaping them it made Anderson fell his need all the more closer to his breaking point as he looked away he instantly regretted his choice as the sight of running water was to much for Anderson his need slip away from his hold he held on with all his strength as he tried to prevent his hold from breaking once he regained composer and his hold he was able to hold it long enough for him to be one person away from relief he had his hands crossed and knees bending together as his closed his eyes and and was about to walk towards the urinal the line as his wife pulls him by his sleeve out towards the hall once there his wife tells Anderson "hun i need the keys so i can get my purse so i can take pictures of Louie and his friends at there after party" Anderson annoyed at the fact that his wife pulled him out seconds away from his relief angerly took out his keys " here hunny know if you'll excuse me i got some urgent business to attend to " he walked in to the restrom he noticed the lines got longer as he tried to inch his way back into his place in line he was stooped " hey buddy back of the line we got here first ' anderson " hey i was in the front before my wife pulled me out " the guy " to bad back off the line " evryone in the bathroom "yeah" " with that Anderson had no choice but to go to the back of the line as he was standing there doing his potty dance anderson thought to him self " i can't wait this long" with that he quickly made a run for it to the unisex bathroom little did he know what was waiting for him there. once Anderson saw the unisex sign he ran in he saw a person entering the restroom " wait let m,e in first its an emergency" but the person went in little did Anderson realized it was Jeff entering and as he noticed Anderson making his way he smile as he enterd as he closed and looked the door Anderson was banging on the door begging who ever was in there to please hurry up but no luck his best bet was to wait. a few seconds lather his old high school girlfriend Suzy she is wearing a red dress that shows off her legs and body she notices Anderson standing there and begins to talk catching up "hey Andy long time no see how have you been " Anderson with his legs locked together and his legs pressed tightly " nothing much just here to see my Louie at the play" Suzy pressing her legs together crossing her them " i heard he was really good " yeah im very proud of him so what have you been up to i m working i cant really say there is just a lot of paper work" " that is good i am a school teacher hear" Suzy says Anderson replies " i remember you telling me how you wanted to be a teacher back in the day, i hope who ever is in there can hurry up" " yeah me to . as Suzy said this Anderson could feel his anxiety kick in not only did he need but Suzy does as well it dos not really bother him hes already married it would still be embarrassing for him as he cant have an accident in front of everyone seeing how he can hear people exiting towards hear seeing how the after party was almost done he could feel his hearth racing it was beginning to get harder to breath he was more focus at this point at making about making it then listening to Suzy. as if a sign from heaven he heard the toilet flush and began grabbing himself through his brown slacks seeing how Suzy was looking away all we saw was someone exiting the bathroom not saying a word as he turned around and walked away towards, the main exit that was in front of us suzy turned around grabbing her crotch asking me if it was ok if she went first i could not reply fast enough as she walked towards the bathroom she opened the door as she stood in fear hand on her mouth as she was gasped Anderson walked over still grabbing his crotch legs bending together the sight was truly horrifying the toilet was clogged and water was rising beginning to flood the ground in matter of seconds the water had rached our feet the sensation of the water soaking my feet sent a shiver up my spine as my damn was about to burst next i heard the sensation of a strong stream hitting water when i looked over suzy was wetting her self you could see her stream exiting her body from under her skirt the sight was to much for Anderson as his damn brook he fell on his knees as the warm sensation of his bladder finally releasing all its pent up pee it felt great the sensation of his underwear getting warmer as it ran down his legs soaking his brown pants making them a darker shade the part of his pants getting warmer that were soaked by the toilet water it felt nice he couldn't felt but give a sigh of relief as the sensation was wonderful. once the bliss was over Anderson looked around suzy was no wear to be seen but to the left was all the parents and students that were involved in the play his hearth sanked as it was obvious as to what hapened a puddle of yellow liquid around Anderson his face went red he was to ashamed to say anything as he walked out the door. once in his truck Anderson sat there in his pee soaked clothes he didn't know what do to once his wife and Louie they began the drive home the only thing that was mentioned was his wife saying " i guess the janitor is going to have one busy morning ' Anderson chucked at his wive's comment he leaned over and gave her a kiss once they were at a red light " lets go to youre favorite place to get food to go so we can celebrate you're first play going great and youre first kiss " Anderson says giving Louie a play full nudge and a wink THE END ( i hope evryone that made it this far enjoyed my extremly extending ending) ( i realized i forgot to add a scene to the edit and i had to repost the story i hope everyone enjoyed this new edited version as well as the one above and the original thank you)
A string of partly related short stories in which many of our favorite Equestria Girl characters have difficulty holding themselves in desperation. Will any of them make it? Not very likely, but you never know, could save one or two last minute. Shouldn't have to be an MLP fan to enjoy this. Anyway, just take note as to how each of the Elements of Harmony/Character plays a role in the predicaments of each character. = STORY ONE: FLUTTERSHY, WETTERSHY = Hop, skip, bounce, wobble-wobble. It was a running-late Fluttershy trying to put on her sneaker while stumbling her way through the door of her house. As it closed, the zoo-like commotion of screeches, barks, and hollering quieted. Since the hurricane weather, a number of animals became stranded, separated from their owners. And she couldn’t help but take them in for the time being. But that meant cleaning up after and feeding three times as many animals. She was running with quite a distance to go being on the outskirts of town. She went as fast as she managed, trying to politely dodge and wait on the traffic of people bustling through the streets. An old junky hatchback full of miscellaneous stuff coughed up beside her. Fluttershy took a glance at it and was instantly irritable. Her brother Zephyr Breeze was driving alongside her while blocking traffic. “Heya, sis! How’s it going? Late for school?” “Zeph, I don’t have time for your antics right now,” she said with a huff. “Oh, but you do, you do! Listen, I’d be willing to give you a ride—” “In exchange for gas money. I know, but it isn’t worth it. If you would just—just…” Fluttershy’s voice trailed off as she just realized that she was so busy that morning she had yet to take her morning pee. She considered her options and quickly changed her mind. She sighed. “Alright Zeph. But you better get me there on time without speeding.” “Oh Flutt-ah-shy! Since when did I ever do any bad driving and let you down?” At that moment a piece of his front bumper clattered and hung down low, the twisted metal barely holding on. Fluttershy rose an eyebrow before moving to the passenger side and buckling in. At that moment, he floored the accelerator and the car loudly popped in protest before zipping into the streets. Fluttershy’s eyes became the size of baseballs, pupils beading tiny and she yipped and grabbed the handle above the door with her right hand and the edge of her seat with her left. As the car screeched around the corner, the handle broke off. Her hair flew in her face and Fluttershy had to jam her left hand into her crotch, torturously squeezed by the seatbelt. “Zephyr Breeze! Just what do you think you’re doing?” “I’m not speeding, that’s for sure.” “B-b-but—,” “Don’t have to say it,” he said narrowly dodging a semi-truck blowing its horn, “I know. I’m amazing.” Fluttershy screamed as she shut her legs together to do her best to not pee right then and there. She closed her eyes and clenched her hand in her crotch tightly, hoping and waiting for it to all be over. But in a couple of minutes, the car screeched to a halt. Fluttershy dared to take a peek and saw that they had made it to the front of the school without incident. Now, about the gas…” She stepped out and shut the door behind her. “Money. Pfft. Hey!” Zephyr Breeze shouted, voice muffled behind the door, “you owe me!” Fluttershy burst through the front doors of the school, running for dear life. She contemplated stopping for the bathroom but looking at her watch showed that there wasn’t time. She would have to go to class and hope the teacher would let her go. Being tardy one more time was going to get her a detention—and detentions were issued during the time the Rainbooms had band practice; she couldn’t miss that! She raced into the classroom and walked up to the grime-faced lady at the front. “Miss Harshwhinny? I-I-I know you don’t like it when we leave in the middle of class, b-b-but can I please, pretty please, go to the bathroom?” Miss Harshwhinny puckered her lips to the side. “You should have gone before coming into the class. I’m fixing to hand out a test, and you know the rules: no leaving in the middle of a test for any reason.” She glanced over at Snips and Snails who had previously tried cheating and helping each other during such an move. “But if you are tardy to class, I will issue an automatic failure and you will not be allowed to take the test or enter the classroom.” Fluttershy shrieked while biting her lower lip, stepping one foot on the other. She hung her head and made her way to the desk. She was nervous, very nervous. She had to go to the bathroom; her morning pee from an all-night bladder was waiting to come out, and she was taking a test that she knew would be extremely difficult for her. The tests were passed around and she struggled to focus. It was Algebra, making her have to work out problems and try to find solutions. She was used to the pop quizzes using multiple choice answers, but that was not what she had. She felt her swollen bladder quickly. The seconds passed like minutes, and minutes passed like hours. Fluttershy gripped her crotch as she was making her way down the line of questions, sweaty palms rubbing graphite as she tried erasing. She fidgeted and wobbled her legs up and down rapidly, crossing and crisscrossing. Just before she finished, Fluttershy felt a steaming hot spurt in her light green panties. She clenched her teeth and made a squee. It had been a while since she was this desperate. Of course being Fluttershy, she had wet herself a handful of times before. But she was not interested in reliving the experiences. She did her best to try and stay inconspicuous, discreetly pressing a fist into the top of her skirt. Normally her bladder was used to being emptied over an hour prior. She began to get extra sensitive to her surroundings and sense of touch, a drop of heavy sweat rolled down beside her cheek and her face was flushed hot. But she was finished with the test. She felt like things were ok; she was going to make it. Fluttershy looked around the class and noticed that everyone else was still taking theirs, which was odd since how she usually finished near the end. She looked at the clock and only then realized class was halfway done! She bit her lip and quivered as she looked over her test and realized she only did one side! With an exhaustive whimper, she returned to focus on the test more. But every passing minute made it harder and harder to concentrate. Fluttershy constantly rubbed her sweaty hands on her skirt and readjusted her position. Another hot squirt exited into her panties and she resorted to bouncing furiously in place, legs squeezed tightly together. Her swollen bladder pressed up tightly against the band of her skirt, and she began to sweat so much she was afraid the wetness on her white shirt might make her bra show through. She was exaggerating of course, but it was another worry added to her list as she looked down and checked while fidgeting more and pretending to look uncomfortable to disguise cramping up in adjustment to her desperation. She became fixated on little things like the lead in her pencil, the unevenness of the heavily-used eraser, or the curls of her hair. As the class began to wrap up and everyone else was finishing their test, Fluttershy was extremely desperate. She had to go so bad, she was afraid that the act of standing up and spreading out her legs to walk would cause her to lose control. She looked around the room, nervously wondering who was staring at her and thinking about her odd gestures and movements. Fluttershy’s eyes darted left and right and the stress built up, her legs furiously shaking and her body trembling. It was hurting and stinging in her lower stomach she had to go so badly. Seven minutes. There was seven minutes left. Never mind that there were still four questions left, Fluttershy just wanted to jump up out of the room and head straight for the closest bathroom. Six minutes left. Five minutes left. Four minutes left. It felt like her bladder was rising up to just puke its contents out despite her commanding it not to. She struggled to keep her willpower stronger than it, squinting her eyes, hands gripping the side of her metal and wood chair. She had to raise up her crossed legs to the tiptoes of her right foot and vibrate because even being bent over was too much to bear. She began to whimper quietly, moaning, biting her lip in terrible gnawing. She dared to open an eye and look at the clock. Three minutes left. Then, she opened both eyes and gasped. She could feel a strong lurching sensation, so she raised her legs up higher and higher, her knees touching the top of the desk. She whispered, “No, no, no, please, oh please no, not in the middle of class!” Her light green panties got a little damp in response as another hot spit of pee got into them. Then it dribbled a little; Fluttershy moved her legs sharply left and right. Two minutes to go, just two minutes! A warm, swirling sensation angrily punched out of her young, virgin soft yellow vagina. Fluttershy sputtered her body and dropped her legs as the pee ruptured through her defenses and was hissing strongly into her clothes. Two minutes too late. The steaming hot liquid was pumping without mercy through her light green panties and into the light pink and white-dotted under layer of her skirt before flooding through, easily staining the top layer a darkly green. Fluttershy caved in her eyes and her expression sunk, hands frozen in place by her side in shock as the pee trickled around her fingers along the edge of the seat she was forced to use as a toilet. She could feel the liquid pooling around her crotch and between her thighs as the seat had no cracks or holes to spill through. She moved her right leg open a little, spreading it along the soaking back of her skirt now sticking to her leg. The pool in her lap reached the edges of her chair and began to drip onto the tile below with a loud pitter patter. Students began to look up and at each other upon hearing the sound that soon after became a cascading splashing. The girl to Fluttershy’s left looked at her and realizing that Fluttershy was blushing badly and looking down at the damage being caused by her mess, the other student tilted her gaze downward and gasped. “Miss Harshwhinny? Fluttershy’s peeing.” Fluttershy blushed all the harder and tears began to swell up in her eyes. Now the whole class was looking at her, and she wasn’t even finished at all, having been peeing straight for well over a minute. She sniffled and sat there still frozen in place. She then nervously adjusted her legs to the side to try and stand up, but couldn’t move, continuing to relieve herself in front of the whole class. Students around her stood up and stepped away from her as if in fear that the yellowish-tinted liquid puddling around her seat was contagious. Fluttershy exhaled with a stuttering whimper, moaning a little as she stared forward, sad expression as she started to lean over and finish. She spent thirty more seconds of her life drenching her clothes, her makeshift toilet, and the floor around her. A few seconds after her relief was in full, it was still dripping and splashing onto the floor. Fluttershy sat there in her embarrassment a little while longer before scooting forward, scooping and sliding a heavy waterfall of pee onto the floor, her dark pink socks were slurping in her green boots. She laid her head on the desk, wrap her arms around her head, and with pee-soaked fingers on her shoulders, she cried her heart out, hoping she could just die. Just then, the bell finally rang. * * * In a different, empty classroom, dark from the lowered shades, Fluttershy was sobbing profusely, standing there naked save for hot pink bra as her friend Rarity rummaged through a trunk of school play outfits she was working on, along with some other pieces of fabric. Fluttershy sniffled in-between sobs, “I—I want to die! This was—cough, cough—this was so embarrassing! I’ve wet my pants five times, now. Five times Rarity! My shyness makes me so childishly pathetic.” “Rubbish! Absolute rubbish!” Rarity said as she sat down and began to sew. “You are wonderfully useful, darling! Taking care of all those poor creatures in your house. Now, why don’t you use the lab sink and paper towels to wash up?” “Oh, what’s the use?” Fluttershy said sitting down on the floor, ignoring her bare and wet backside pressing on the stone-cold tile before wrapping herself with her arms as if to try hiding from the world. She continued with speech muffled. “I can’t show my face in this school again. The whole school probably knows by now.” “Oh, tsk, tsk Fluttershy dear,” the fashionista said, “Almost everyone has a little embarrassing accident of their own sometime in their life. Doughff! It’s just that mean-ol’ Miss Harshwhinny. Just don’t let it bother you and it’ll go away very soon. Besides, you’re not the only one to wet themselves in her class.” Fluttershy piqued her chin up from the den of her arms. “D-d-did you ever—you know—wet your pants, Rarity?” Rarity bit her lip, her gently swinging crossed leg paused a few moments before continuing. She nodded. “Well I, well, um—yes, Fluttershy, I have.” “Really? When?” “Once, when I was ah, uh, little girl.” Fluttershy looked away. “Oh.” Rarity continued sewing in silence, feeling a swelter of guilt, and of something else. She looked at the depressed, moping, half-naked, dreaded heap she called a friend with overwhelming regard. She coughed and readjusted her position. “And another time in middle school.” She nodded her head as if she were listening to some tune. “Actually, a few times in middle school.” Fluttershy adjusted her gaze and fixed it on Rarity. “And—ah,” Rarity sighed. “And in freshman year, and sophomore, and—and this year. And well yes, a few weeks ago—and—and—last week.” As she spoke, she continued bobbing her head gently like an elder woman recalling stories of ye old. She uncrossed her legs and began to bounce her left leg rapidly while wrapping the other one around her chair leg while angling her knees together. Fluttershy’s countenance of dread instantly shifted to shock and interest. “Wow Rarity! It sounds like you’ve peed yourself a lot more than me! But I’ve known you for so long, I don’t ever recall you having any accidents.” Rarity spat a bit and sputtered for words. “Oh well, I um, wouldn’t call them all accidents per say, but…” “Rarity!” Fluttershy said rather flustered as she stood, now much more comfortable to get herself cleaned up. “Are you saying that you’ve peed in your pants on purpose?” Rarity re-crossed her legs and adjusted her angle of leaning and blushed. “I wouldn’t say just on purpose either or well, you maybe… I’m sorry, Fluttershy dear. I couldn’t bear the sight of you in your predicament so I had to say something.” Fluttershy turned the sink on and was dabbing some paper towels in the running facet. Rarity paused to uncomfortably focus on the water streaming free. Fluttershy puckered a lip of dissatisfaction. “Were you lying? When you said those things?” Rarity’s concentration was broken and she lifted her hands up in defense. “Oh, no, not at all! You see, you know what ‘kinks’ are, right dear?” The light-pink haired student froze a moment in bending down, fully exposing her butt to her friend. “Well, I think that’s like funny sex interests, right? Or something? But what would that have to do with you p—pee—peeing…” Fluttershy dropped her cluster of paper towels. She stood up and turned with hard blushing as she saw Rarity fidget in her seat. “You don’t mean that—that peeing in your clothes is a turn on, do you?” Rarity stood up with such fierce rapidity she nearly knocked her chair over. “Oh promise me you won’t tell a soul!” Fluttershy stood still as no sound or movement became of the room except the running faucet water. “Oh Rarity, I don’t have any real reason to tell anybody, for now. But it doesn’t really make me feel better that you pee in your pants all the time and nobody knows about it, and I pee in my pants only a few times and everybody knows of it.” She sighed as she turned the sink off, picked up her paper towel mush from the floor, and continued rubbing her naked legs and groin with warm water. “But I do know of somebody romantically interested in you. They’ve been asking me if I know anything about what you like, you know what I mean.” Rarity was almost in tears. She flew across the classroom and held on Fluttershy’s hands as she got to her knees. “Please dear Fluttershy! Please, I’ll do anything to make it up to you! The deception, your feelings, our friendship!” “You have to go to the bathroom right now, don’t you, Rarity?” Rarity looked up with frightened, worried curiosity. “Ah, why whatever do you mean, Darling?” Fluttershy flashed a wicked, uncharacteristic grin. “I think you know what I mean. Besides, did you say that, I quote,” she put a pointer to the air, “‘Almost everyone has a little embarrassing accident of their own sometime in their life.’” Rarity looked away and sighed. “Yes, yes, well, that I did.” She glanced her eyes up at Fluttershy who was bent down looking at her with a devious grin. Rarity began to cry. “Oh please don’t make me do that! I beg of you! My status and place of interest in the school is, well, it’s…” “Better and more important than mine.” Fluttershy turned away and began to whimper. “I understand.” Rarity, still holding them, rattled her friend’s hands. “Oh, I just can’t bear the sight of you so dreadful. Let it never be said that my Element of Generosity has never ruined me. Just please, don’t make me have it too public or long-lasting?” Fluttershy stepped away to continue rubbing herself to clean up. “Just hold yourself now until you can’t for today. Whatever that means, wherever that leads.” Rarity sighed heavily. “With it only being second class period, that gives me not much chance to make it to the end of the day. But Dearest, please do tell me,” Rarity got on her knees and clasped her hands together. “Why are you doing this to me?!!?” Fluttershy took the soaked glob of paper towels and dropped them in the trash. “Because I have my secret kinks too. Are you done sewing my improvised underwear yet?” Edited October 5, 2017 by Slater (see edit history)
STORY TWO: RARITY’S SNAG Rarity fidgeted as she walked down the hallway. Since she spent her free class period helping Fluttershy, she had less time to work on the finishing touches of some costumes for the school play. She was a student aid to the sewing class and it was important that they be finished today for some important demonstrations. She sighed as she rubbed her arm over her royal purple skirt trying to disguise her discomfort. When a handsomely tall jock approached, she flashed a grin too wide and wiggled her fingers while still pretending to mess with her skirt with her other hand. Holding herself while going through school was nothing new. She secretly bought some of her clothes in pairs, even underwear, so that in the event she felt the wish to be naughty and pee in them she would have a change on hand, and a bag to put the soiled ones in. But today, her plans to relieve herself in privacy was compromised by her generosity and dedication. As she struggled to take full striding steps with the rolling box in tow full of costumes and sewing supplies, she took a moment and a deep breath. Perhaps it wouldn’t be all that bad. At least she knew what would be coming. It is always quite exciting to see just how long I can hold it, she thought. Rarity began plotting out her excuse, and seeing if maybe it was possible to fool at least some of the students and staff that her wet clothes were really an accident of a different kind. Being a veteran wetter, Rarity knew that if she just spread her legs apart wide enough, she could get away with being caught. But Fluttershy was going to want evidence. She sat in Biology while sewing, fidgeting, and toe-tapping, her powder-white face glowing with a bit of red as she did her best to concentrate. There wasn’t a test, quiz, or other reason for her to be peeing in her clothes there. The teacher was very lax, and Rarity would sometimes take the opportunity to pee—in clothes or not—in the middle of this class. No, she was determined to have her accident somewhere else. Her desperation raised, and she began crisscrossing her legs. She knew it was a tall tell sign that her rising desperation was in a critical stage. It made her think of the time she was on a bus ride on a school state competition trip back in middle school, and in the night she forced herself to pee in her jeans for the first time to relieve herself, and all the things she did to hide the fact. Class ended at a bad time. Rarity’s bladder was so full it was starting to be painful. She stood up and felt pee eject through her young vagina and into her frill, turquoise panties. She hissed and crossed her legs, stopping the tiny spurt from getting worse. This was her lunch period now. She had never held herself this long in quite some time. But she had her excuse at the ready. With a confident puff of air and puckered cheeks, she took her sewing kit and costumes with her to lunch. She got in line and was desperately bouncing and wobbling, coughing loudly and pretending to be cold. A quiet, mousy voice peeped up. “Hi Rarity, how are you?” It was Fluttershy, joining her friend in line. “Oh, ha, ha, you know!” Rarity furiously rubbed her legs together. “I just wish I had brought my winter attire for lunch, you know!” she announced loudly on purpose. “So cold in the cafeteria today, right?” Fluttershy’s eyelids sunk down and she put on a grin, satisfied at Rarity’s plight. It was awfully wrong and against her usual demeanor, Rarity knew it. In fact, she would dare say that it could be one of those Changeling creatures that Sunset Shimmer talked about from back in Equestria. Rarity leaned in close. “Some act of kindness this is, you sadistic swine! Who are you, and what have you done with my friend Fluttershy?” Fluttershy put a palm up to her mouth and giggled. “Oh Rarity, it’s me, it really is! I just wanted to let you know it makes me feel a lot better to see others of high status—um,” she made air quotes, “‘wet and messy’ as they call it. But if you really don’t want to, go on. It’s ok. Why, I’ll even hold your place in line.” Rarity looked at her friend with puckered lips. “Forgive me, dear Fluttershy,” Rarity said folding her arms and looking away, “but I am quite incredulous to your intentions of letting me off the hook.” when she looked back, she beheld the saddest, tearful expression she had ever seen. “The puppy dog pow-wow face!” Rarity raised a leg and held up her arms. “Don’t you dare! Don’t—no—no…” Fluttershy began to sob as her fingers were clasped together. Rarity felt another spit of hot pee exit out and she flinched, trembling. She sighed heavily, put a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder, and leaned in to whisper. “Pardon my French, dearest, but—fuck you.” Fluttershy beamed happily like a dog that was promised a treat and a walk. Rarity struggled to keep from grabbing herself while standing in line. She grabbed some juice and simply touching the ice cold container was enough to send another spasm into her turquoise panties. She made it to the end of the lunch line without major incident, Fluttershy constantly looking at the legs of her sexy friend. Rarity’s pale and sweating face turned to Fluttershy. “Dear Fluttershy, could you be so kind as to get my lunch money on the side of my bag?” Fluttershy smiled. “Sure.” Rarity sighed with relief knowing that she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to safely bend all the way down to it. She wobbled her way to the usual table with the rest of the Mane 6 friends. She sat on the end near the window when Rainbow Dash loudly slammed her tray down, causing Rarity to shriek in fright. Another, longer hiss of pee bled into her panties and a little on her skirt. “Hey! That’s my seat!” Rainbow Dash protested. Rarity winced, teeth clenched. “If you don’t mind, Rainbow Dash, I would like to sit here so I can work on my sewing.” This was it. Her damnable moment had come. Fluttershy sat across from her with a wink. Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Fine.” and then sat next to her. Rarity rolled up the sewing things next to her to try and block off as much noticeable area around her legs as possible. She gulped, fingers nervously stabbing her fork into her salad. She pressed her left palm with her napkin firmly into her crotch, her legs were bouncing rapidly. Her bladder was in pain, and she knew from experienced wetting she wouldn’t make it past lunch. “I’ve been skipping breaks all day to work on these clothes which are due by my last class,” she said. Rarity choked a bit and reached for the juice, still keeping her hand tucked into her skirt, rubbing furiously. She twisted her legs around her hand and continued bouncing. She hadn’t been this nervous about wetting herself since she did it on the bus. She took strong gulps of her juice and wiped her forehead. “Rarity?” Twilight asked leaning over. “Are you ok?” Rarity blushed and flicked her hand. “I’m just fine, darling! I just uh, um, so—oh gosh—so nervous…” she felt more pee spill out, and she strained to keep her control. Her bladder knew that she was getting ready to release, and the excitable racing was making her a little sexually aroused, which didn’t help matters. She hit her arm on the table and curled in her fist, looking down and fighting back tears. “I just don’t know if—if I’ll make it!” Fluttershy took Rarity’s fist into her hands and held it up. “Just relax, Rarity. Everything will be ok. I promise.” Ok Fluttershy, Rarity thought. She tucked in her skirt as tightly as she could, pressing the top of it down into her crotch. Here I go. She spread her legs apart and gulped. With a brave tensing of all her muscles, Rarity jammed all her strength and effort into her bladder. The floodgates opened and exploded, a rushing torrent so strong that Rarity contracted a little and huffed. Her cheeks became bright red as the pee quickly began drenching the bottom and front of her skirt, easily soaking through her turquoise panties into a dark bluish green. Rarity gave herself another forceful pump to try and empty herself as hard and rapidly as possible as she always did. Her countenance slowly sunk, the pee cascading into a powerful, dripping waterfall along the hem of her skirt and around her butt from the bench. Rarity rubbed her left hand on her knee as if to try comforting herself. She lost her thought and her gaze left Fluttershy as she looked down at the damage she was creating on her clothes and the bench. Rainbow Dash grabbed Rarity’s shoulder and shook it. “Awe, come on! You can do it! I’ve seen you sew amazing things in no time, no sweat, right?” Rarity quivered but only nodded. It was the strangest sensation to have two of her friends touching her—while she was pissing herself! She knew she was in the middle of the lunch room, the sound of hundreds of students eating and talking drowning out the sound of her creating puddle beneath her. But she felt that she could hear it all loud and clear. She adjusted her right leg a little and brought her left leg back, the adjustment raking the puddle around her crotch to fall with renewed strength. She took a moment to look at Fluttershy, and she realized that her hand, too, was probably between her legs. Rarity knew that her friend was thoroughly enjoying this. But she didn’t invest much thought into it, she only looked back down, noticing how dark her skirt had gotten and how big the damning puddle beneath her was getting, her two boots now forming islands amidst the ocean spreading out over the tile. Rarity did her best to give herself one last shove of strength, creating another flux of urine to gush from her high school junior developed vagina, tight and slim butt flexing as she did so before she allowed herself to fully relax. She closed her eyes and tried immersing herself in solace and meditation, forgetting her surroundings and focusing on how good a feeling this was. After an eternity of peeing, she finally finished. She was breathing deeply and slowly, feeling the liquid warmth of her over-soaked skirt and panties sticking her soft, white skin. “Oh my,” Fluttershy squeaked. “Rarity, are you alright? Anything we can do to help?” Rarity’s calm demeanor was interrupted and she looked around at the table as her other friends looked on in confusion. Rainbow Dash was shoving a large sub sandwich in her mouth when she looked at her friend and then down. Her eyes grew to the size of baseballs before jerking back and bumping into Sunset sitting beside her, who then bumped into Twilight. Rainbow Dash swallowed. “Rarity, like, what the hell! First Fluttershy, now you? What, we all going to need to start wearing diapers or something?” Twilight gasped. Applejack stood up to look and not seeing anything, looked under the table. Her expression upon coming back up was dumbfounded shock. Pinkie Pie thought it was surprise and squealed as she also looked up the table, her face going from pleasant excitability to a long face. Rarity was starting to want to cry. “I—I…” Sunset Shimmer took her jacket off. “Here take this.” “But darling, your—” Sunset held up a hand. “You’re our friend, and you do a lot for us. It’s time we return the favor.” Rarity shook her head and looked at each of her friends. Everyone looked sympathetic, except Rainbow Dash who still held fast her look of utter disgust. Sunset puckered her lips to the side and gave her a hard bump on the shoulder with her elbow. Rainbow grinned at her and nodded. “I—if I am to be excused.” And with that, Rarity tied Sunset’s jacket around her waist, grabbed the handle to her toolbox of sewing items, and briskly walked her way out towards the bathroom. Rainbow Dash snorted. “That jacket won’t hide everything.” Sunset bumped her in the shoulder again. “What’s wrong with you? I’m pretty sure that at one time in our lives, we’ll all be put in a situation where we won’t be able to make it to a bathroom.” Rainbow Dash spit. “Pffft! As if! I’ve never wet myself like you babies, and I never will! There won’t ever be a situation for me where I would.” Pinkie Pie grabbed Rainbow’s jacket and pulled her halfway across the table. “Never? Never, ever, in like, a thousand years never?” Rainbow Dash pushed herself off her friend’s hold. “Nope. Never.” Pinkie Pie giggled. “Not even your super, duper, totally obsessive urge to win?” Rainbow Dash crossed her arms. “Not even then.” Pinkie Pie continued, “But what if you were stuck in the basketball game tonight, and your team was down by three good players, and you couldn’t take ANY time off to stop for a break because the score is so neck-and-neck, and the locker room bathrooms were broken, and you would have to walk all the way around the school because the rest of the buildings were closed, to one which did have a bathroom, because the lines at the porta potties were too long to wait through, so you just don’t go, so that you can keep playing, and make sure that the Canterlot High Wondercolts could win, and you end up peeing in your basketball uniform at the end of the game!” Rainbow Dash laughed hysterically to the point she nearly fell over. “Oh Pinkie Pie, you’re funny.” * * * That night at the game… Rainbow Dash was clenching her teeth as the basketball game was underway. “Ok, how the hell does she do that?”
STORY THREE: DASH FOR THE BATHROOM Rainbow Dash scored another three pointer against Crystal Prep, 41 to 36 against the Wondercolts’ favor so far and the first half ended. She bit her lip as she jogged into line. She felt like she and Sunset Shimmer were carrying the team, and it was a struggle to keep up. When they got back to the locker rooms, Rainbow Dash went up to Coach Spitfire. “Spitfire, ma’am? Can I be excused?” “Chug some Gatorade, Dash! I don’t want you dehydrating with how much you’re playing.” Rainbow Dash pinched her face in anger as she pulled up a bottle and squeezed the contents into her throat. Truth be told, she was pretty thirsty, and she was avoiding drinking any more. But for good reason. Her fist tightened and she stepped one foot on the other. After emptying half the bottle and filling up her stomach, she bolted out into the court, and was irritated by the crowds around the doors trying to get more concession snacks or make their way out to the parking lot towards the porter potties set up on the far end of Crystal Prep’s activity centers. There was a plumbing problem and the whole gymnasium was out of water, and for security reasons some of the other buildings were locked up. And Rainbow Dash had to pee since the game started, having been drinking on the bus ride up there, and getting off not feeling the need or wanting to wait in the lines thinking there would be a bathroom available in or by the locker rooms. She would’ve taken the time to go after the first quarter, but she didn’t want to risk losing a single minute of playing. Two star players were injured and one was at home sick. And their replacements weren’t exactly the most desirable of players. “Rainbow Dash!” came a familiar young voice. The Wondercolt turned and saw Scootaloo with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. “Hey, we’re with the Foal Free Press, and we were hoping for an interview about tonight’s game?” Rainbow Dash smiled. “I’d totally be up for an interview, squirt, but maybe after the game would be a better time.” Scootaloo beamed with a squeak. “Sure thing!” With a sigh, Rainbow turned back and upon reaching the porter potties discovered to her horror there were only three set up, and a line of at least ten people were in front of each! She face palmed herself and looked up to the sky. “Why the hell did they not set up more for this important championship game?” She turned around and ran back into the school grounds, which was made up of multiple buildings. She knew the main classroom building down the short street was probably closed, but maybe she could get in another building or get access to one of the on-site boarding houses. She got up the steps to one building and pulled and yanked, but the double doors didn’t budge. She went to the next-closest building but likewise it wasn’t open either. If it weren’t for the open grounds, or students and campus security guards being around, she might’ve just squatted somewhere to relieve herself. With an angered huff, she jogged back to the gymnasium and made her way through the crowd to the locker room. She realized the other star player was missing. “Coach Spitfire, where’s Sunset Shimmer?” “Bathrooms,” Spitfire said. “Must be a long line, but I’m glad you’re here. The game starts back up in about two minutes, everyone, let’s get out there!” Rainbow Dash began to feel extreme discomfort in her bladder. She could feel the weight of it against the waistband of her sapphire blue and gold-trimmed shorts, sloshing around and protesting to her movement in eagerness to be emptied. It was a long time since she held herself to even this point, and she prayed the Wondercolts got ahead enough for her to get a break. Starting up, one of the taller girls was ready for the initial jump, but Crystal Prep took it away, racing down to their end of the court. Rainbow Dash, true to her name, zipped by and swiped the ball, taking it to the other end. With a short hop by the backboard, she got a 2-pointer from the rush. When she landed, a faint squirt of pee entered her tight grey boyshorts panties. She wanted to jam her hand into her crotch for it, but couldn’t due to the crowd. The game continued. Crystal Prep tried a 3-pointer but the ball bounced hard off the rim. Derpy managed to get a hold of the ball and looked a little confused for a second before turning away to dribble it to the other side. Three Crystal Prep players were gaining on her when Rainbow told her to throw it to the end of the court. Derpy threw it with all her might towards the basket, falling very short as it bounced hard on the ground but Rainbow was there to pick it up and score another two-pointer. Only one point down and Sunset Shimmer got back into the game. Basketball was fierce. Crystal Prep was able to rotate out their best players for over-decent second stringers, giving their first liners a bit of rest, but Rainbow Dash and Sunset were struggling to keep up with the physical demand, especially with the growing eagerness between Rainbow’s legs. Doing her best to focus on the game, Rainbow Dash squeaked and bounced in place, always trying to move her legs. When Derpy was fouled though, she was forced to stand in place. She bent down and crossed her legs, she was getting pretty desperate, and there was nothing she could do about it. Derpy was able to get a point on the second attempt, tying the score up again. At the beginning of the fourth quarter, Crystal Prep went all out, with their 5 all-star players on the court. At first, they got a 7-point lead, but Rainbow Dash and Sunset began to realize their opponents were weak on the outer rim left of the net’s facing when Crystal Prep had the ball during most of their plays. Taking advantage of this, Sunset positioned herself in the empty space as the team repositioned to force the Crystal players to take hasty pop shots or move into their weak area. Sunset managed to get the ball and shouted for Rainbow to go long. Ignoring the pain in her bladder and another spit of hot piss, Rainbow ran as fast as she could. Sunset threw the ball but it was intercepted by a jumping Crystal player. Rainbow Dash groaned as she adjusted course and ran back towards the other side. Crystal Prep scored another two points and so Rainbow stayed near the middle. The ball was tossed up high to her and she was trying to slow down, casually examining the field. “Scissors!” she shouted. Two Wondercolts moved up to block Rainbow Dash’s point defender and she raced around and faked a shot. The basketball flew back behind her and Sunset caught it from behind. In the distraction, the opponents were looking for a rebound, letting Sunset take careful aim with a clean 3-pointer. They were only 6 points behind but there was only a few minutes left. Rainbow Dash was getting worried, sweating in nervousness as much as she was for playing hard. She began to tear up, fearing that she was going to lose it in the middle of the game. Crystal Prep scored another 2-pointer, but Sunset was able to get in another 3-pointer followed by Rainbow Dash also getting another 3. Crystal Prep altered their defense strategy and began to crowd the outside, keeping strong and harsh block on Sunset Shimmer while Rainbow Dash had the ball. Rainbow tried to go for another drive, but missed the shot. In the rebound on the backboard, one of the other Wondercolts got it and managed to get the ball to Sunset who got the ball back to Rainbow Dash. She grimaced, struggling to dribble the ball between her legs only when she suspected her opponent might grab for it. “Scissors!” Crystal Prep reacted, expecting a similar play as before, but Rainbow Dash knew Sunset would be blocked. So she passed the ball to Derpy, who after being stunned for a moment, took a pop-shot and made it in the net. The game was tied again. “Yes!” Rainbow Dash pumped her fist but then instinctively jammed a first towards her crotch. A warm spurt spilled in, and she felt a little drip down her left leg. “Oh no. I can’t take it anymore,” she murmured. There was only thirty seconds left on the clock. Rainbow Dash nodded to Sunset Shimmer who went down the court. Crystal Prep tried a drive to the goal, but Sunset was already there, jumping to block, slamming her palm hard against it. The basketball struck the court and Rainbow Dash grabbed it, racing down the court, her eyes swelling with tears in fighting back the rising pain below. She could feel it just waiting to flood into her jersey shorts. With a toss, the basketball went in smoothly, and the Wondercolts were ahead for the first time by two points. Crystal Prep became impatient, and tried a hasty three-pointer. They didn’t make it, but they got the rebound and scored two points, tying up the game again. Rainbow Dash tried to make a hard race to the other end. 15 seconds left, and it looked like three players had gained up on her approach. Rainbow Dash would have thrown the ball to Sunset Shimmer, but she was falling behind. So she threw the ball at Derpy and prayed she would do something smart with it. Derpy did catch the ball, and saw that things were quite open to the goal. The other three players were so sure she was going to toss it back to Rainbow Dash that one made their way to block. Derpy whimpered in confusion. “You can do it!” Rainbow Dash shouted. Derpy tried dribbling at a half pace. She stopped, lined up her shot, and threw the ball—nothing but net. The Wondercolts were ahead by two points again. Crystal Prep tried racing to the other end of the court but as they tried a long toss for a three-pointer, the game’s buzzer went off. Rainbow Dash rose her arms in the air. She tried running out to the parking lot, ignoring her usual game-glory dance, but was met by several people in her way trying to pick her up. She blushed hard and apologized as her grey boyshorts sipped another bit of pee. They were probably very visibly dark around her crotch, and she knew that changing wouldn’t be a good idea in the locker room. But that was another thought for another moment—she had to take a hard piss! Rainbow tried to politely say her thank yous while dodging others in the crowd to reach the parking lot. She turned a corner to make her way to a side door in a darkened hallway and sighed with relief. But as she opened the door, she felt a hand grab her wrist. “Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo said. “That was so, totally, epic!” The younger student yanked Rainbow Dash down to a kneel. “Oh man, if only we had all our good players, we could’ve cremated them!” “Y-y-yeah. Hey, kid listen, could you—” “So the first question of the interview,” Scootaloo said as she pressed the button to her recorder. Sweetie Belle was there ready to take notes as Apple Bloom got out a camera to take pictures. Rainbow Dash bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and was vibrating with tension. She tried to stand up, and realized that if she tried running off, she was going to pee right then and there. She had to go so badly, she felt like she couldn’t even move. “I—I have to, um, I have—to…” Rainbow Dash stood stiff. She blushed hard and looked down, staggering her legs apart slightly. “Shit,” she whispered. Pee gushed freely into her boyshorts and pumped hard into her jersey shorts, the porous nylon offering little resistance to the heavy darkening appearing on them. The three girls were confused for a moment but then realized what was happening when there was a heavy pattering on the tile between Rainbow’s white and blue sneakers. Her knee-length shorts were rapidly getting soaked around the crotch and middle, and there were two incessant waterfalls cascading from the golden-lined hems. Gold socks darkened and Rainbow Dash sighed with the unwanted relief. She was peeing herself, in her uniform, in front of the CMC. She leaned her head back and groaned as the pee continued gushing, racing down her light blue skin, trickling into her socks and pooling in her shoes which were also getting wet on the top as pee trickled onto them. But most of the flow was slamming all over the tile from the hems of her shorts. Rainbow felt the back and sides of her grey boyshorts get steamy hot soaked, all along her tight, athletic ass. She stepped back, disturbing the lake she was creating around her feet and leaned up against the back wall and sank down, legs spread to continue peeing as she folded her arms over her head. Pee was now super-soaking the back of her sapphire blue shorts now stained a damnable dark royal blue, pouring in a heavy stream out of her crotch and ass into a new puddle. It took another twenty seconds like that for her to finally finish. The trio of girls were standing there, recording it all and stunned. Scootaloo adjusted her face of shock to one of excitement even though her two friends were disgusted. “Oh my gosh!” Scootaloo said. “Girls, do you know what this means? Rainbow Dash is a hero!” “Huh?” the others asked in unison. “Rainbow Dash gave up all bathroom breaks to focus on winning the game! She just peed in own jersey as a sign of devoted loyalty to win the game for her team! This will make an awesome article!” Rainbow Dash looked up, with a confusing stunned look on her face. Seeing that the three girls were smiling, she ignored the sickly warm feeling in her clothes and stood up with a clenched fist. “Y-yeah! You’re right! I shouldn’t be ashamed.” Sweetie Belle rubbed the back of her head. “Sorry we stopped you from getting to the bathroom.” Rainbow Dash winked. “No sweat. I don’t think I would’ve made it anyway.” Apple Bloom gasped. “Hey, can we get a picture?” Rainbow Dash put her hands on her hips. “Sure thing. Just remember, it’s not always a bad thing to pee your pants.” Scootaloo smiled as she wrote it down. “We won’t forget! Hopefully not any time soon, but we’ll remember!” Edited October 22, 2017 by Slater (see edit history)
STORY FOUR: RAIN IN THE TRAIN “Apple Bloom!” Sweetie Belle hissed as she jammed both her hands into her skirt. “Why did you make us work on the Foal Free Press article without breaks?” She squirmed in her seat and blushed, no longer caring about who might see her state of discomfort. Apple Bloom was concentrating on her laptop, grimacing that it was hard to focus and see because her legs in her tight and rolled capris were snapped together, bouncing rapidly. Scootaloo was standing in front of them, hunched over with left boot on the right, knees locked, one hand rubbing the top of her tight, shamrock green shorts going halfway down her thighs. “Because,” Apple Bloom replied, “Scootaloo here was taking too long, and we have to get this story out by tomorrow morning!” She felt a spit of pee enter her strawberry red, white-laced panties under her capris. “My zipper was stuck! Still stuck.” Scootaloo argued. She moved her arm away and lifted her grey shirt up a little showing her matching grey hipster panties a little. “Can I sit down now? It’s hard to hold still with the pressure on.” “No way!” Sweetie Belle replied. “We’re taking turns standing up. And it’s not your turn yet!” “But it’s easier to hold your pee when you’re sitting down! And you’re in that frilly, yellow dress.” Scootaloo began bending up and down more furiously. “This is so embarrassing. I’ve never wet myself before.” Apple Bloom stuck her tongue out while continuing to bounce in her seat. “I have. It ain’t the most pleasant experience, but it was while I was out working on the farm.” Sweetie Belle pouted as she bent down a little, remembering her dark blue panties with a white bow on the front, just like her bra. “What’s the big deal? Didn’t you say that Rainbow Dash wetting herself was like, all cool and stuff?” Scootaloo felt a tinge of pee spill into her grey hipsters. “Yeah, but I don’t think this is going to be one of those times. And it’s Rainbow Dash! Everything she does,” Scoots winced, “is awesome! Oh man, I have to go so bad!” One of the boys sitting around them started to look uncomfortable, standing up to leave. Scootaloo’s eyes became filled with stars as she saw the open seat. But as she tried stepping her way there, the train got bumpy and she wrapped her legs around the railing to keep from losing control. In that moment of hesitation Pinkie Pie in her cheerleading outfit took the seat and crossed her legs. “Oh, I’m so glad I found a seat!” She leaned over and whispered loudly. “I have to go to the bathroom, really bad! And it’s a lot easier to hold it when you’re sitting!” Scootaloo groaned. “Not you too!” Apple Bloom began to fidget in her seat and play with her hair as she desperately tried editing the final touches on their article. “I really hope I don’t pee on my laptop.” In response, Scootaloo grabbed her threw her out of her seat and sat down, both hands tucked away in her crotch as she locked her knees and arced out her calves. “Good, then you won’t mind me doing my best not to wet myself while I sit down.” Apple Bloom grabbed her friend and threw her out of the seat and took her position again. “I have to finish the article, and I can’t do that standing up!” Pinkie Pie giggled. “This sounds like fun! Hey girls, why don’t we just make a fun game out of it? Like a holding contest!” The CMC paused a moment, leaning in and giving her awkward looks. Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. “Pinkie Pie, only you could make a game out of something so silly and embarrassing.” Pinkie beamed with a smile. “I’ve never wet myself on a train before, or in a cheerleading outfit, and I’ve never done it while trying to make someone else smile.” She reached in her explosion of hair and pulled out a goodie bag. “The winner can get all this stuff! But I have extra candy bars for anyone who does have an accident, you know out of pity.” The CMC looked at each other. Scootaloo pinched her face and wrapped her long, strong, young legs around the metal poll again, warming it with her body heat. She held out a hand. “What have got to lose? I mean, if we make it, we make, right?” Pinkie Pie giggled. “I really hope I make it,” she lifted up her sapphire skirt, revealing the shiny, nylon bloomers. “Not that wetting yourself is clean, but it’d be really messy to pee in these!” As the younger girls coughed and looked away, and tried distracting themselves, Sweetie Belle perked up. “Pinkie, why do you have to go the bathroom so bad?” Pinkie Pie re-crossed her legs and put her hands on her seat, gripping it hard. “I was too busy cheering! I didn’t get any breaks, just like she didn’t. And now I really, really, really, really gotta pee!” Scootaloo pinched her face and closed her eyes as she bent down a little more, wrapping and swinging herself around like a poll dancer. “So—so why didn’t you go after the game? We were stuck working on our article.” “I was trying to help pack everything up, and before I knew it, we were getting on the last bus to the train.” Scootaloo began rubbing her left leg up and down the pole as she jammed it as tightly into the crotch of her shamrock green shorts, feeling her bladder leak out a little more. Sweetie Belle tried to ignore her and look out the window. Pinkie Pie’s foot was waving around as she tried clenching her thighs together. Apple Bloom’s whole body was shivering. “Shit, shit, shit,” Scoots whispered as she clenched her teeth. She looked up at Pinkie Pie. “How—h-h-h-how much longer?” Pinkie Pie looked at her phone and frowned. “Probably another thirty minutes.” Scootaloo felt more pee gently leak into her grey hipsters. She was sweating, lifting up her shirt, and revealing a little bit of her bluish-white sports bra as she wiped her forehead. “Please, oh please tell me you’re wrong!” Pinkie Pie looked out the window. “Nope, because that’s the ice cream place we passed by almost halfway there!” Sweetie Belle felt another spasm and began to breath heavy and fast as she hiked up her feet on her seat legs and pressed her heels into her blue panties and hugged her legs. She was rocking herself and whimpering. Scootaloo kept lifting up her left leg as pee continued to leak into her panties, now creating a slightly visible dark green streak around her crotch. “Shit—shit—shit, oh shit…” She desperately tightened every muscle and squeezed and pinched every facial muscle, but she felt a gentle hand rank her fingers that were clamped to the poll. “It’s ok,” Pinkie Pie said softly. Scootaloo began to cry. “I—I’m not going to make it! I have to go so bad!” She sobbed a little and rubbed her left leg on the poll a little. She slid her arms up and buried her face into her sleeve. “It’s going to be fine,” Pinkie replied. “Shh. It’s ok.”Scootaloo was shivering as she hugged the poll as hard as she could, legs wrapped around. She lifted up her head and laid it on the side of the poll, blushing hard while biting her lip. Her eyes popped open wide. “N—no, oh no, oh no.” She lifted her left leg a little higher as she felt the warmth rupture out into her grey hipsters, and flood into the crotch of her shorts. “No, no, no, no!” She fought against the tide, but her bladder was exhausted. Her whole body vibrated as the pee steamed out of the hem of her shorts and fell like a hard, pattering waterfall to the floor. She was bent over just a little, causing the pee to also slide down her tight, healthy thighs and drip down her athletically thin calves. “No! No, no, no—no…” she slowly released the tightening around the poll but still clung to it like an old friend even as her pee spiraled down, warming the metal and joining the flow streaming from her butt and thighs to create a damnable lake beneath her. Scootaloo’s right shoe was getting very wet as she couldn’t help herself, pee continuing to push out and visibly spread out all over her green shorts, the contrasting darkness very obviously used as a toilet.She lifted a hand to her forehead and sunk down, sliding her bare, light tan legs to squeak down the warmly wet poll, shivering and feeling her hands also get wet until she was bent down, allowing a massive stream flow out of every part of her shorts around her butt and crotch. She put a wet hand to her forehead and sniffled as she continued letting it all out, giving up and accepting her fate.Apple Bloom bit her lip as her knees shook more violently. “Ah am so sorry, Scoots.”“Yeah,” Sweetie Belle said, “but I’m afraid one of us might be next!”Pinkie Pie wanted to reach over and comfort Scootaloo, but she was far too focused on not losing control herself. She could feel all the extra soft drinks swell into her bladder. A hot stream spat into her bubblegum panties and bled into her nylon bloomers. Pinkie doubled over and crossed her legs in the opposite direction.Sweetie Belle began rubbing her crotch through her yellow skirt. “Oh, it hurts! It hurts!” She hissed and bit her lower lip, feeling another surge of pee exit into her blue panties and spread out up to the little white bow. Her bladder was swelling against her belt. “I—I can’t take it anymore! It hurts so badly!” Apple Bloom held out a hand. “What are you going to do about it?”Sweetie Belle pursed her lips. “I don’t know. I—I…” She felt pee suddenly spray into her clothes. “I can’t—can’t hold…”She looked down and moved her hands as her still-hurting bladder forced the pee to explode out of her young vagina, raging into a hateful torrent. Her skirt was getting drenched quickly. She quickly tried sliding off the seat to prevent the damage from being worse, standing on her knees on the floor. Her dress was still in the way from the back as she was hunched over, and pee fell from her blue panties to slide and soak into the back of her skirt, before getting its fill and drip loudly from her butt down to her knees, her pee going everywhere and sliding out and around both legs.Sweetie Belle stood there transfixed by the fact she was actually peeing in her clothes, uncontrollably on a train, just two feet from Scootaloo’s own puddle. She looked up a little and looked around, noticing that there was two or three students watching including Pinkie Pie before looking back down, breathing hard and slow. She couldn’t see much from the top of her partly wet dress, but she could feel it pumping out of her panties and falling all over her model-thin, soft grey inner thighs. She could also feel the back of her warming dress wetly draping over her calves. It took half her bladder being empty before Sweetie Belle began to feel relief, so hard and hurting was her effort to try holding herself. Her mind was empty and under blank fascination at how much she could pee. On and on her over-soaked panties kept sagging beneath the drenching tide until there was a huge puddle forming behind the seat and flowing out around her. Apple Bloom shifted her feet best as possible to avoid stepping in the growing, yellow-tinted lake.After she felt the flow flicker, breathing cool and calm. She leaned back and sat down on her knees, feeling the sopping wetness of her dress and panties against her legs, squeezing out some of the pee-soaked clothes like a sponge. She looked up with a heavy blush and saw Scootaloo’s puddle and soaking butt of her green shorts still dripping a little.“I had to pee, so bad,” she exhaled, “I can’t believe I did that.”Apple Bloom couldn’t take it anymore and finished up the last edit, putting the laptop away and concentrated on not peeing herself like her two friends just did. She didn’t care if she beat Pinkie Pie or any of the rest of the candy offered, she just didn’t want to pee on the train! But she felt a hard double spurt through her strawberry red white-lace panties and into the denim crotch of her capris, creating a thumb-sized visible wet spot... Edited November 4, 2017 by Slater (see edit history)
STORY FVE: BRAKE FOR THE PEE BREAK “Oooooooh!” Apple Bloom squirmed in her seat, not caring who saw her hands jammed into the crotch of her blue denim capris. She and Pinkie Pie felt really badly that Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle had to stay on the train drenched in their own puddles. But all they could do was pray they weren’t next! The train finally screeched to a halt at the station of their destination. Pinkie Pie bit her lower lip as she tried to stand. They both knew that there were probably only two or three stalls in the bathroom, plus the family one-room, and there were more than two hundred students, parents, and faculty ready to get off. Apple Bloom stood, bouncing on her tip toes and furiously rubbing her thighs together, cheeks blushed and gritting her teeth. As she unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her pants, she felt another spit of pee exit her little vagina and bleed visibly around the crotch and slither down a little along her right, inner leg. “Oh shoot, I’m not going to make it standing here!” She turned to the window, stepping around Sweetie Belle’s own puddle and pushing her to the side, exposing the wetness of her yellow skirt. She lifted up the window, stood on the seat and scrambled through it, unfortunately showing the whole group waiting there the darkness around her skin-tight jeans. But she got caught in the middle. “Oh come on! Please, oh please!” she was in tears, trying as she jerked and twisted and finally fell down. The fall hurt her shoulder, but except for a little dust, she was fine. With a hand clamped in her crotch, feeling the bit of wetness around her pinky, she made a dash for the women’s bathroom. She pulled the door open with her right hand as her left kept its grasp down below. She got in and saw two women waiting in front of the stalls. Apple Bloom moaned loudly, didn’t even ask and walked down along the brick of the dusty, dark station to the family bathroom. It was open and nobody was in! She felt triumph as she got in, but the heavy door wouldn’t close quickly. “Oh please, oh please, hurry, hurry! Oh!” She was stammering in place, bouncing and squeezing her legs together, wrapping one in front of the other and bending down, trying her very best not to pee now that she was in the bathroom. As the door closed, Apple Bloom had to push up against the door to get the rusty old lock to latch in place. She could just feel the porcelain beneath her legs. The bathroom was very dirty, there were big spiders along the upper corners, a mop and broom were in a bucket in the corner, and as she stepped her way towards the greyish-brown rimmed toilet where it met dusty backing, she felt her shoes stick to the floor. But it was the most beautiful bathroom Apple Bloom could imagine at the moment. She stood in front of the toilet, squeaking, moaning, whimpering, but something was wrong. Her buckle was off, her button was undone. But her zipper was already yanked halfway, probably when they got caught in the window. She looked down getting a glimpse of her strawberry panties with white lace band. She pulled. Nothing. She tugged. Again, nothing. She gripped it hard and strained. No budge. “Oh fucking shit!” She kicked the rim of the toilet in frustration. It reminded her of the time when she was 5-years-old. She had on a pair of overalls that wouldn’t unhook for some reason and she felt too old to ask for help from Applejack, Big Mac, or Granny Smith. She was tired of bothering them for help, least not because she overheard her older siblings complain about not getting the chores done in a timely manner because they had to stop to get this juice pack open or tie that shoe. She remembered being out in field of apple trees, stopping her play once in a while to try and undo the overalls, but failing each attempt and so continued playing, hoping to ignore it. But her desperation grew and grew till the whimpering little 5-year-old Apple Bloom was standing behind one of the biggest trees, marching in a little circle and hiking up her little leg, swinging it around while trying to desperately get her overalls undone. She wasn’t really supposed to pee in the field in case someone saw her but she couldn’t help it now. Little Apple Bloom felt a continuous spurt of pee shoot into her blue panties and go into her overalls. As she got more desperate, she bent low a little, crossing one foot in front of the other, kicking her overwrapped foot on the back of that tree. As she made a rapid beat with her heel, she could feel her lower stomach lurch. She gulped hard, fidgeting and pleading, the rising feeling coming up. She was vibrating in her extreme desperation until rapid spurts opened up into a flood in her little overalls. Apple Bloom kept kicking the tree and kept her legs squeezed shut and bent up and down a few times, defiantly ignoring the inevitable as warm pee spilled all over her legs and jeans. Only when the pee traveled down to her ankle and started licking her socks did she give up and step her legs shoulder-width apart, relaxing and allowing it to flood everywhere. Her blue panties were overly soaked as was the back and front of her pants, glistening in the light as she quietly stood there, creating a puddle in the grass with a looming apple tree behind her. Apple Bloom remembered how warm and squishy it felt to be so thoroughly soaked because she stood peeing in multiple positions and moved as she tried stopping the flow, hearing it fall off her little bum and pour in a waterfall off the hems. She remembered continuing to try and get the overalls undone but teenage Applejack having gone looking for her saw her little sister and lovingly tried to help her. Flashing back to the present, Apple Bloom knew this wouldn’t be quite the same at all. “Oh! Shit, shit, shit, shit!” She continued fiddling with her zipper but it was no use. She felt that same lurching motion, like she was going to throw up but in her bladder. She took a rocking step back and then forward like a ship ready to capsize. She turned to her right and put her head up against the brick wall and sank down to rest her forehead on the handicap bar. With her fingers still gripping her stuck zipper, she bit her lower lip, eyes squinting hard. There wasn’t anything she could do. Apple Bloom thought of her friends and slowly and shakily lifted both hands on the bar and opened her eyes a little, tilting her head to the side. The Crusader rubbed her temple on the cold metal as if resting her head in Applejack’s chest like she did all those years ago, and gave up. Hot liquid violently gushed outward into her pants. She squinted an eye and gasped, then coughed twice before waving her butt left and right before stepping her legs apart. As the pee jettisoned into the denim it formed a strongly visible dark-purple stain and spread out all over. She darned to lower her head as she listened to the spraying urine flush into her clothes. Forehead against the metal bar, she saw, upside down, the pee spreading along her legs in a hateful fury. She spread her legs apart a little further and it rained down along the inner thighs of her capris. At this point it was now reaching the edge of her rolled up cuffs, which absorbed some of the liquid well. When it began to dribble down her calves on the side, overpowering the thick roll of denim, the layers sponging the pee failed to hold up any longer. Her bladder continued pumping it out strongly into a wrapping waterfall, loudly hitting the dusty floor, first on her right leg cuff, then her left. She shifted her hips and stepped her legs apart a little further again, gulping. Her panties, butt, and crotch of her clothes were overly soaked and glistening in the light. She watched the puddle around her feet grow and she could also feel her boots filling up, socks squelching inside. It was taking forever to finish, and Apple Bloom just wanted it to be over with. She pressed her pee out with what little strength remained, causing a flux of pee to cascade into a tall stream for a few moments. Her puddle had now turned into a lake, causing ripples as she stepped her legs into different positions, causing the pee to darken new areas along the sides and back like fingers spreading out to feel as much of her healthy, strong, young legs they could. She could hear it falling into the drain pipe in the middle, and huffed a sigh. Finally, it was finishing up, her pants completely and overly drenched in the center and wrapping around most of the rest of her capris. She put a hand up to her forehead and rubbed it. A loud pounding startled her. - “Oh, pickles!” Pinkie Pie had dashed out of the train as quickly as she could, turning into a blur of pink, blue, and gold, racing into the bathroom and then racing along the wall to the family bathroom. She hammered her knuckles on the door. “Ooooooh!” she was grabbing her cheerleading skirt and tucking it between her legs with both hands down there. “Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!” She danced in place, saying the word with each step, “hurry it up in there!” She whined. “I’m not going to be able to wait much longer!” She started chattering her teeth, feeling the pee spit again into her bloomers. She shrieked and ran all over the train station looking for a solution to her predicament and then back to the front of the family bathroom. “If I don’t get into a bathroom right now, I’m going to pop like a water balloon!”
STORY 6: PRANCE AND FROLICK Apple Bloom wasn’t quite sure what to do. She was still transfixed and shocked that she wet her pants, and she was still hoping to come up with some solution. She reached out to the handle with nervous fingers. “It—it’s ok,” Pinkie squealed, “I’ll just uh, uh, go somewhere else!” She stuffed both hands into her sapphire blue cheerleading skirt, locked her knees together, and swung out her left leg, then her right in a shuffling dance. She looked forward and frantically rubbed the blue bloomers, thinking about her favorite pink cotton candy silk frill panties as they got a little more wet. “Oh, oh you like that, huh?” she put on a sour face and looks at you reading this story as she breaks the fourth wall. “Pervert. Oh,” her face scrunched in agony. “I really, really hope I’m a character who makes it to the bathroom on time!” Pinkie Pie ran as fast she could, still clutching her crotch desperately as she zoomed to a far end of the station, then up the stairs at the streets of the city of the night. Some businesses still seemed like they were open. She wobbled her way up to what looked like a restaurant. “Oh, oh, PLEASE, pretty please let me use your bathroom!” Pinkie was jumping up and down. The host puckered his lips and looked at her up and down and then out the window, seeing a line of school busses. “I need your ID, miss.” “I—D?” He pointed at a sign. “After 10pm, you must be 21 or older. I could lose my job letting you in.” Pinkie Pie grabbed his polo shirt and sank to the ground. “Oooooh, please, mister! Do you know anywhere near here I can use the little girl’s room?” “There’s a few places upstairs that might, but it’s doubtful.” She took two steps and grimaced, dreading the flight of stairs that might as well have been a mountain climb. Shivering in her extreme desperation, she made her way up, unsure if she was going to make it up there—or back down if she couldn’t go. Carefully she stepped on, sweating as her feet daintily moved forward as she was forced to spread her legs apart forward and back. She reached the top without incident and with a sad puppy face she looked up at a large, bald man with dark sunglasses and business suit, arms folded. He seemed to be a guard for a dance floor. “Hi! I’m just hoping to use your bathroom!” Without a word or gesture, he moved an arm and pointed at a sign. No one under the age of 21 allowed beyond this point. $12 entry fee, cash only. “Fiddle sticks!” she jumped on the hand rail and slid down out the door. Back on the streets, she violently rubbed her bare, light pink thighs as she bent over. “Oooooh, well I could go back to the station, but that’s a whole other flight of stairs down!” she looked left and began walking fast, but despite lights, it seemed the shops or places were closed or part of a bigger business to which the front door lay elsewhere. She saw a sandwich shop across the street and beamed with hope. She took a step but a speeding taxi raced by. A lanky, mustached police officer catty corner across gave her a glare and Pinkie looked up to see she couldn’t cross yet. She crossed her legs and bent down as she twisted toward the street light pole and rapidly pushed the crossing button. “Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!” she grit her teeth as her swollen bladder pressed against the hem of her tight skirt. The light changed and Pinkie ran across. She saw a person inside, a customer! He was on his way out but he was still inside. Pinkie squealed as she flashed a huge, awkward grin and stumbled her way up to the door. She politely and impatiently waited for the man to walk out. And when she tried flying in, she smacked against the door that didn’t budge. “Hey! What gives!” She bent down and stammered on her tiptoes. “I’ve got one heck of a Pinkie potty emergency here!” An employee seemed to ignore her as she was putting things away and setting up chairs on the tables. “OH COME ON!” Pinkie banged furiously against the door with her right hand as her left strained to rub against her crotch. “Let me in! I really, really gotta pee!” The police officer took her shoulder, pulled her aside, and stuffed her face against the warm brink wall. He yanked her hand from her clutch hold and forced it behind her back while planting the other on the wall. “Miss, the shop is clearly closed for the day.” Pinkie strained as a hot spit of pee bled past her damp, silken cotton candy frill panties and into her blue bloomers. “Oh please let me go, officer! I really gotta pee! I don’t think I’ll make it standing here!” “Sure, sure, I’ll hurry it up a bit.. You got ID on you?” “In my hair.” The officer plucked a hand through the cotton pink puff as Pinkie wobbled side-to-side, grinding her backside against his crotch. “Reason I stopped you, looking suspicious, we’ve got a bad prostitution prob here, and you's match a description someone and with some drug issues.” “I just got off the train from a high school basketball game!” she yelled. She blushed a bit and grinned with apology. The officer took note of her identify and looked back at the busses, some already rolling by. “Well I guess everything checks out here, just wait a second.” He typed some info on a small pad while Pinkie struggled to rub her thighs together. She started crying and whimpering. “Oh please, officer, I don’t know if I can stand like this!” she squirmed more furiously as another shot of pee entered her bloomers. “Don’t make me write a ticket for public urinating. I’d have to give you an alcohol test. Alright, you’re good to go.” Pinkie turned around, jamming a hand in her crotch again, snatched her student ID to put back in her hair and run across the street back towards the train station. As she reached the top of the stairs, some students were filing up. She felt some pee shoot into her clothes and streak a little down her left leg. With a gulp and her right leg hiked up and wobbling back furiously, she managed to stop the leak. Everyone was looking at her funny as she stood there, trembling and shaking and sweating. Pinkie bit her lip and she took an unsteady step down. Then another, and another. She made the first ten steps. She was bent down, hand on the rail as the other scrunched up in her skirt. She hobbled a few steps across the middle landing. Ten more steps, then a hop skip to the bathroom! She struggled under the pressure, taking the next two steps to see a janitor close off the women’s bathrooms. “Wh—wh—huh—ahh, no, no, no…” Pinkie Pie's body trembled as her mind comprehended the moment and unconsciously forced a spray of pee to leak strongly through her panties. It buldged against the silk and her bloomers, jettisoning through the hems and rushing in rapid rivers around her tall, smooth legs. Arcs of streams shot out behind her tightened butt cheeks to collide loudly on the concrete steps. With so many students walking up towards the stairs, Pinkie Pie felt like she was on a stage. She blushed heavily and looked down, trying desperately at first to stop the flow, but all she got for her efforts were wet fingers, soaking legs, and the front of her skirt dripping. After struggling for several seconds, she let go and stepped her right leg apart and nearly fell, stepping it down. Some students could see up her bloomers as she over soaked them, the shiny nylon glistening as multiple, hot, steaming pee streams poured out all over the concrete between her legs, also glinting off her skin like rubber in water, flowing around like perverted fingers streaking down her pretty pink, cheerleading legs and into her blue socks and white sneakers. She slowed her breathing, putting her right hand to her chest and nervously coiled her left fingers on the dripping hem of her skirt. Larger pee streams were loudly reverberating on the step between her outstretched legs, pattering on the corner to create a puddle on the one there, above here her butt was releasing smaller trickles by her right foot, and the one below pooling off her left foot, as pee snaked around that left leg poised like a model, toes arced up as pee dribbled all over the calf. “Oooh, sorry everyone,” she said with a sniffle while still flooding her panties, bloomers, skirt, legs, and stairs, “I—I couldn’t—I…” she started crying. The weight of excess soda and lemonade pumped out of her relaxing bladder for nearly two minutes, an eternity of feeling as her puffed hair sagged with her expression and embarrassment. Finally, the heavy streams flickered and pinched into a cascade of drips and dribbling. After standing in shock a few moments, breathing heavy, she sank to the steps, sitting on her own puddle and sobbed. Secretly though, she didn’t tell anyone that she was perfectly ok with having a pee accident, and it was even exciting fun to be so desperate, but for her friends and CMC who already wet themselves, she was being supportive in misery. “Like, omigod Diamond!” Silver Spoon said stepping by. “Can you believe what babies we go to school with?” Diamond Tiara snickered. “I’ve never wet myself, and I never will. My mother would kill me. What about you, Spoon?” The other girl tipped up her glasses. “Same. It’s like, we’re the only ones who were potty trained proper.”
STORY 7: SILVER TIARA SHOW The next day, the school was a buzz of discussion about the students who had already wet themselves. Haughty spirits above it all, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara came to school with the new outfits for the upcoming talent show. They decided to do a "quick change" magic show, putting on different layers of clothes and, only partially or briefly hidden from the audience, change into brand new outfits instantly. Today was another practice day. They went to their first three classes as per the regular schedule, and then met up for practice before heading off to lunch. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. On their way to the storage area backstage, they gossiped and talking about things they overheard or saw in text messages. Behind the curtains of the stage, they moved into a closet to change. Diamond and Silver Spoon had luxurious taste in everything they owned, including their expensive, designer clothes inside and out, like the tight but smooth silk satin underwear and bras they had. Diamond wanted to look her best, even in the locker room, so she preferred red velvet with a complex glitter design. Silver Spoon had blue boyshorts with a light rainbow sequin trim around the waistband and matching sequins on the straps and outline of her bra. The expensive undergarments were probably worth more than three or four entire outfits for anyone else. Both of their core pieces were junior circus tuxes. They had small top hats and white gloves, but the colors differed. Diamond’s tight bottom shorts were gold sequins and her tux was gold trimmed while Silver Spoon’s was silver just the likeness to her name. After getting changed, they pulled out a rolling box as part of their show, which included an escape act. They went through the motions and discussed how they could improve. Meanwhile, they both began to feel the need for the bathroom. While neither would admit it, both would have to go a little urgent before lunch. Soon, they couldn’t stand much longer and a few minutes till lunchtime, it was a perfect stopping point. “Hey, I think we should probably call it a day,” Diamond suggested. Silver Spoon nodded as she began to step side-to-side. “Yeah, good idea.” But they heard voices coming in. Nobody was supposed to be there! Their secret act could be revealed! They both pushed the rolling box into the storage room and hid inside. They listened to the discussion get louder, accompanied by about three pairs of footsteps. Someone was in the auditorium and moving towards a side door leading to backstage. “Naturally, the Gr-r-r-reat and Powerful Tr-r-r-rixe should require optimum staging preparation if she is to win the talent show! She needs the dimmest of lights, and must ensure that she can prepare the auditorium in absolute secrecy!” Trixie was walking around the place with Vice Principal Luna and Microchips so she could ensure making her preparations without interruption or discovery. But the principal spoke up. “Trixie, you do understand that it is required for all magic talents to explain and demonstrate their trick beforehand so that we know nobody is in danger? In short, all acts have to be preapproved.” Trixie gasped as if offended. She pointed a finger to the sky. “Trixie does not reveal her secrets!” “Well then,” Luna folded her arms. “I guess Trixie won’t be performing in the talent show.” “Fine then, Trixie accepts your requirement.” She looked around. “But first, we must make sure there are no eavesdroppers snooping about to ruin Trixie’s greatest performance!” Luna rolled her eyes as they walked backstage. There would be just enough room in the rolling box for Diamond and Silver to stand together and be barely comfortable, but part of their set had a little shelving inside. Diamond had a leg crossed between Silver Spoon’s as her head was cramped up in a corner while Silver Spoon unwillingly cradled her friend in her arms. For stability, her left hand gripped the handcuffs chained inside for the act. Principal Luna huffed an annoyed sigh as she saw the escape box on wheels lying out in the open with the closet door behind it swung open. She mumbled, “I thought I told them to clean up after themselves when they’re done practicing.” She walked up to it and pushed it back into the closet and shut the door. As she did so, Silver Spoon was jerked around and in readjusting her hand, accidentally snagged it in the handcuff. The two girls trapped inside could barely hear the voices, but it was Trixie explaining how she needed to prep the auditorium. An argument ensued followed by Trixie sighing in anger and opening the closet. She began pulling things out that weren’t on a shelf or box marked to reserve for another student's act. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon tried to stand still and quiet. Trixie found a large assortment of cords, dragged them out, and began preparing the stage and, with help from Luna and Microchips, the rest of the auditorium. The closet door was shut again. “Get us out!” Diamond hissed. “I can’t! The top is locked, I’m handcuffed in, and the key is outside. Why don’t you open the trap door?” Diamond pressed and strained. “I would, but the closet door must be closed on it.” Silver Spoon wiggled herself and felt Diamond’s knee dig into her crotch. “Maybe—maybe we can shift the box away—from the door!” Diamond shook her head. “It’s no use, one of the wheels are locked! We’re stuck!” After a long thirty minutes or so, Trixie begged Luna to continue finishing the preparations, but Luna insisted on waiting for safer ladders to be brought back and that she needed to return to other duties. Trixie hoped to get out of algebra, but in her pout admitted she was tired and they left the auditorium. Silver Spoon bit her lower lip as she began to tense up and shake her legs, extreme desperation kicking in. On their normal, daily pee schedules, the two of them would’ve relieved themselves half an hour ago. Their bladders were objecting to this unusual strain. “Diamond? I have—I have to go to the bathroom.” Diamond Tiara flicked her hair as she pressed a palm into her own crotch. “Yeah, me too.” “What if we can’t get out?” “We’ll get out. We better. Come on, maybe we can shift the wheel lock off.” The two girls began slamming themselves to and fro in attempt to accomplish something. If Vice Principal Luna had come back there without Trixie, they would’ve been content quietly making their presence known and asking for a secretive escape. But such didn’t happen and they were struggling to get out of the cramped compartment. Diamond began to sweat in her tux costume, gripping the edge of the handle and pushing and shoving with greater and stronger effort, almost ready to break their most needed prop. She felt a sting of warmth slip into her expensive, red velvet panties. Silver Spoon kept fidgeting with her ponytail laced over her right shoulder while nervously adjusting her glasses. She tried moving her legs around to close them tighter, but the way she was bent over, there wasn’t a lot they could do. She felt a spit of warmth exit her young slit and make a tiny puddle on the near waterproof material of her blue boyshorts. “D-d-d-diamond?” she whimpered, "Can you let me cross my legs over yours? It’s getting really hard to hold!” Diamond was super reluctant. To twist her body to allow that would mean spreading her legs dangerously wide. Their desperation was quickly escalating. “Well, I—I don’t think so. I have to keep this position, and I think this is a good—compromise!” Silver Spoon started crying. “I have to go so, so, so bad! Omigod, I have to—I…” “I swear, if you pee on me you will regret it!” Silver Spoon kept shifting her weight in a desperate attempt to do something to alleviate the throbbing urge bulging against the waistband of her tight blue boyshorts and silver bottom half of her outfit. She was blushing and trembling profusely, tucking the white-gloved fingers of her free hand up into her clothes as the other was jammed in the handcuff. With what little light was shining through, she was looking down at Diamond’s thin, light lavender leg which was also shaking about, her heel rapidly rattling on the floor. Suddenly, Silver Spoon bent over and started squealing as she tapped both feet. “Oh, it’s coming, its coming, no, no, no, no!” “Silver Spoon! Don’t you dare!” Silver felt a sickly lurching sensation rise up. She pinched her face, closed her eyes. “Ah, ah, ah—ah—ahhhhh!” It was over. Pee popped out of her, the steaming liquid filling up in the luxurious, satin silk blue boyshorts. She was still trembling for a few seconds as it was exiting, but she stopped and started breathing deeply, continuing to whine and huff and plead. She moved her free hand up against her chest, feeling her developing breasts under her tux and sequin-lined bra rise and fall, reminding her she was too old for this. “No,” she whispered, “no—no.” Diamond Tiara closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable sound of pee splashing on her leg and the bottom of the box, but no such sensations came in touch or hearing. She dared to open her eyes. Silver Spoon’s tight blue boyshorts and their material, along with the tight hemline of her bottom piece were like a waterproof barrier holding in the liquid perfectly and cupping it against her private parts. Silver gasped and put the gloved hand to her mouth as she felt the rising, hot piss angrily press against her expensive underwear and outfit, creating a monstrous puddle around her crotch and butt. Her pee stream was rushing directly into the secret, hidden lake like hose inside an overflowing bucket. When Diamond realized what was happening she saw the rising expanse press and squeeze against Silver Spoon’s delicate legs, but then her bottom piece was starting to sag, showing the sequin lining of her underwear’s hemline, which shortly also started falling down. “Silver! Your underwear! Pull it up before it goes everywhere!” Silver Spoon reacted quickly, gripping the partly soggy edge of the hem with her free hand and yanked upward, sloshing it about. She was still forcefully peeing and she felt a little streak escape down her left leg, then a little trickle down her right leg from the strain. She watched on as the outfit continued filling up like a balloon filling with water, it was now reaching the top of her waistline. “Stop it!” Diamond demanded. “I—I can’t stop! Hmmmmm!” As she whined, it began to barely trickle over the waist of her hem, her fingers feeling the warmth licking her nails. Then the bottom hem of her underwear split and a second later so did her bottom piece. Pee literally exploded. It was like a second line of relief that she was no longer sitting in her own warm, diapered bathtub around her crotch and butt, but it gushed and went everywhere instantly. Diamond gasped as she felt it smack onto her leg, hearing Silver’s hot liquid splash with the sound of a falling pot of water, hammered hard and strong onto the bottom of the box and quickly patter out onto the floor of the closet. Silver’s legs and Diamond’s left leg, their white socks and black shoes were over-drenched in just seconds. But she wasn’t finished, her feminine, light grey slit freely spit its contents onto the floor in a continuous hard splatter like a rain gutter. On and on she peed, stiff and sniveling, continuously for another forty seconds, as she kept whispering the word “no”. When she finally finished, Diamond was still struggling to hold onto her load, her leg bouncing rapidly as she squeezed her thighs shut, feeling pee not her own wiggle down that wet leg in drips. “Silver Spoon!” She yelled before slapping her friend in the face, then backhanding her, then slapping her again, causing the girl’s glasses to fall off into the puddle below. Silver Spoon cried, but Diamond berated her. “Serves you right, you baby! I told you not to pee on me!” “Bu—bu—but I couldn’t help it! I’m so sorry!” Silver Spoon put her wrist up to her eyes and tried wiping her tears as she sobbed. They heard a muffled voice from outside. “Hello?” Tiara’s eyes filled with diamonds of hope as she heard the voice get closer. “Oh, golly, I think I was right! The auditorium is haunted!” “Derpy? Is that you? It’s me, Diamond Tiara! Let me out, it’s an emergency!” Silver Spoon held her breath and gasped a bit at the prospect of being seen in her current state. Derpy trembled and stepped back. “Oh no, the ghost sounds like Diamond Tiara! It wants me to think its Diamond Tiara! Unless, huh, uh,” her eyes were straightened a moment in a shock of horror. “Diamond Tiara IS the ghost!” “I’m not a ghost! Open the door!” Derpy gingerly opened the closet door, allowing Diamond to in turn open the door to the box, filling it with light and exposing Silver Spoon who blushed a hard pinkish-red glow. She twisted a leg to try covering up her exposure as Diamond Tiara ran out. But Derpy didn’t even seem to notice Silver Spoon and grabbed Diamond Tiara by the wrist and pulled her back. “Wait, we first have to make sure you’re not a ghost so you can't go on haunting other students!” The school bell rang. Diamond was in panic mode and hit Derpy on the arm as she was being dragged out of the auditorium. But Derpy didn’t seem to notice much. She pulled Diamond Tiara down the steps, where one shoe was still filled with Silver Spoon's pee, squelching with every step into the hallway which was now filled with students. “Hey, can somebody help me?” Derpy looked left and right trying to stop someone. Bulk Biceps was nearby and noticed his friend trying to get help. He marched up beside her and shouted. “QUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIET!” He looked around. “Yeah!” Diamond’s eyes grew as her pupils dimmed. She was trembling and shaking with a huge number of students looking directly at them. She was beginning to regret leaving Silver Spoon behind. Her urge was so desperate, she was afraid she would pee just from taking a few steps. She was stunned in place, her golden bottom piece and red velvet silk underwear could fill with pee any moment. “Oh, uh, hello everyone! I need to know if Diamond Tiara, or what uh, looks like Diamond Tiara, is a ghost or not.” Applejack laughed. “Derpy, if she were a ghost, you wouldn’t be able to touch her.” “And besides,” Twilight Sparkle added tipping up her glasses, “ghosts have yet to be scientifically proven to exist. Even if they did, their manifestation wouldn’t be anywhere near as solid or colored. Derpy let go. Diamond composed herself and took two steps forward. Derpy looked puzzled. “But why are you dressed like that?” Diamond stopped. Her lip quivered. “Uh—uh—what?” she looked down. It was happening. Derpy poked her in the shoulder. “You weren’t wearing that earlier today, I’m pretty sure I would’ve noticed.” She giggled and flicked her finger up and down the edge of the tux’s collar and its sequins. “It’s pretty.” Applejack walked up. “Something the matter, Sugarcube? Cat got your tongue?” As she bent down she noticed Diamond’s gaze and followed it to below her waist. Diamond grasped the bikini-like bottom of her outfit with both hands as they were swelling with her urine steaming up around her waist. She was still as a statue, feeling the pee begin licking down her legs. Applejack saw the expanding bulge. “Huh?” With the white gloves, Diamond lost her grip, the golden bottom split at the seams on the side and fell with a water balloon ker-SPLAT! The crowd of students gasped and backed away as her shining, super soaked red velvet panties were exposed, pee gushing all over her legs from the sagging, frilly hems as the wet swirling glitter design shimmered extra bright in the light. Her mouth gaped open and she put a hand to her cheek and another on her forehead. While she continued peeing and flooding and soaking her legs and adding to the pee between her feet turning into a lake on the tile, students started speaking, some were laughing, and several were pulling out their phones to take pictures and video. The uproar was so loud, Diamond couldn’t even hear the multiple streams jettisoning out around her legs hitting the ground and her shoes anymore. When she finished, Diamond dared to look up and around, the students still laughing and taking video. She whimpered and started crying so hard she couldn’t see their faces anymore. She turned to run. Derpy felt bad. In fact, she felt like it was her fault. She believed she should be punished. “Oh no, what I have done?” She began to rack her brain, literally by hitting her head, trying to figure out how to make it up. She could try collecting all the cell phones, but that wasn’t practical; she couldn’t hold them all. And the other students might not like that. Then she remembered Silver Spoon and went to go check up on her. “Oh, oh, I know how to make it up to her! Why, I can wet myself embarrassingly.” She let out a goofy chuckle. “I haven’t done that in a while. Ooooh, this is going to be so embarrassing! I just started a list of guys I might ask to be my partner on the camping trip, and I’d probably lose every single one of them.” This made Derpy so sad, but she was determined to do this. Edited December 17, 2018 by Slater (see edit history)
YAY! My first omofic! -WARNING: this is a fic with young link, meaning under-aged!- This idea came from a comment on a picture I drew that actually matches this fic, so if you want to check that out: the "link" (get it?) is right here --> Link only had to finish the last temple that lies in the Ikana canyon, but before he did that he collected a few masks: the Garo’s mask, the captain’s hat and the Hydro-mask. The hero was very determined to complete the Stone tower temple because he was getting really tired. Due to being on a time limit, Link didn’t exactly had a decent rest. Luckily for him he got the Hydro-mask. Not only did this mask keep him hydrated, it also gives him a little more energy. Before Link entered the temple he decided to take a leak so he didn’t have to go during the temple. Finally, he was ready. The first part of the temple went pretty smooth. Some puzzles, enemies, switches… And then the mini-boss! The Garo master jumped down in front of Link, holding two swords ready for attack. An intense sword-on-sword battle commenced in the room. Loud noises of the blades of the swords clanging together echoed through the temple and Link was beginning to feel some pressure in his lower abdomen. He decided to ignore it. After all the masked-hero had the upper-hand in this battle. After a few more minutes of fighting, Link came victorious and was rewarded with the light arrows. The boy knew exactly what to do with them. Getting out of the temple Link took out his new “toy” and shot the ruby on the entrance with it. Then suddenly the entire temple, no it seems the entire world flipped upside down. Before Link even realized he was standing upside-down, he fell down and yet short after he awoke in front of the now flipped temple. When he stood up he was hit by a wave of pain in his bladder but managed to still remain control. How did it get this full?! Link was now more motivated to finish this temple quickly or else he might lose it. Tatl noticed link’s weird pose when he stood up and realized the situation he was in. But why did he have to go? He went before the temple and didn’t drink anything in the meantime. He didn’t need to cause of his……..mask. The fairy finally found out the little side-effect of this mask: it filled up his bladder. But what would be the fun in telling Link? This could actually be pretty amusing. Plus Tatl was curious if he could last the rest of the dungeon. So she decided to keep this her little secret (for now). As link made his way through the temple, he was getting more and more desperate. The most difficult part was when he had to flip the temple again and now he was in a room with a puzzle that needed a lot of flipping. Link didn’t really like that. ‘Oh, for the love of …’ The boy readied himself and when the arrow was shot the temple flipped yet again. As link fell to the ground again, he had to grab himself to hold it. Only a small spurt escaped. The boy pushed some blocks until they were in the right position. The hero had to yet again flip the room. ‘Please no.’ Same thing happened and again Link’s hands where jammed in his crotch, but this time he sat there for quite some time fidgeting, trying to gain control. His underwear was getting wet with all his leaks. ‘No, no, no, no, no! I’m the hero. I can’t have an accident!’ After squirming a bit, Link managed to stop the leaks and stand up. He wasn’t really sure if he was going to make it through this temple dry. “C’mon Link you can do this! Only a little longer.” The encouraging words of his companion helped him keep going. Still fighting enemies was a lot harder now and he couldn’t really concentrate on the puzzles. Alas! The hero has found the boss key! Victory was just within reach. He only needed to reach the boss door. ‘Just….reach…the…door….’ The door’s in sight. Step….step….step….step….. ‘Just a bit closer.’ Step……..step……….step………… ‘Almost there’ Step………………..step………………. ‘I’m almost there’ Drip…….drip…..drip...drip..drip The fairy has already reached the door, but didn’t realize the hero was lacking behind. Then she heard a soft hiss behind her. She turned around to see her companion silently sobbing while he helplessly tried to stop the flow. He didn’t move. He couldn’t move. His hands were jammed in his crotch while the bottom of his tunic was turning a darker shade of green. The warm liquid streamed down his legs and created a puddle underneath him. After what seemed like forever, the stream came to a halt. Link stood there, completely still in the same position as before. The boy kept silently sobbing to himself and he could feel the heat in his cheeks coloring it a dark shade of red. Tatl flew towards the speechless boy and tried to console him ‘It’s okay Link. There was nothing you could do.’ He didn’t look up. ‘Besides, I think I know the reason to this..um..accident’ That caught his attention ‘I think it’s due to a side-effect of that mask you’re wearing. It causes your bladder to fill up.’ Link took the mask of to take a better look at it. ‘I wish I found out sooner. Maybe then we could have avoided it.’ The fairy knew she was lying, but of course she was not going to say that she tested him. Besides the boy seemed to be smiling at her. ‘It’s okay. You didn’t know either.’ Link felt a bit better and was ready to leave this all behind him. And so they both went to the last boss, the last giant and the last giants mask.
(this is a fan fic i was requested to make i hope evryone that reads it enjoy) it was the morning Addie a 21 year old girl was just waking up from a night of drinking and hanging out with her friends Zack and Gina not to mention her crush was there as well Jake shes been crushing on him since there school days she did not wanted to look like a light weigh drinker in front of her crush so she drank a lot and i mean a lot so much so she was regretting her decision as she was waking up. As Addie could fell her need to pee hoping to escape from her she went to try and use her hands to hold her crotch through her pink panties she could feel her bladder hard as stone" ugh i should get up and use the bathroom before i we the bed i do not want that as that would be humiliating " Addie said to her self as she was getting out of bed just wearing her pajama bottoms with a white top. as Addie got up and stretch she under estimated how full her bladder was as small bit of urine escaped her pee her escaped her and flood her panties what Addie felt was her hold loosening a small amount and her pink panties underneath dampening her crotch area the warm felling felt good as it was warming her crotch area for the brief second of relief she felt she could feel more on its way out but she quickly crossed her legs and jammed her hands on her crotch "nononono i gotta hurry" she mutters as she grabbed her blue bathrobe puts it on as she runs to the bathroom as quickly as she can. as Addie runs to the bathroom one hand on her crotch her face lights up with joy as she reaches the door knob but to her horror it was locked as she put her ear on the door hoping to hear if anyone was using the bathroom but to her regret the shower was running witch made Addie cross her legs the sound of the water it was torture for her already swollen bladder . as Addie was standing from foot to foot as well as occasionally crossing her legs she could hear her father singing a song that she wpijamas already familiar with it was the theme song for his favorite store we usually always go as a family once a year me and my obnoxious older brother hate going at least we can both agree on that. she was taken of her train of thoughts as someone was ringing the door bell my mom from down stairs called me from down stairs " Addie can you get the door please i got my hands full getting breakfast ready" " yeah sure mom" Addie says making her way downstairs composing her self she did not want anyone she was desperate and acting like a little girl. Addie reached the door as she answered the door she had her legs crossed the person at the door was Gina (hey Addie are you ok you seem a little uneasy i mean you did partied hard last night ) Addie responds " no i am good i just got up and i am just really tired anyways why are you here Gina) Gina replies with " wow i guess you do not want me to tell you that Jake is at juice and that Zack is kipping an eye out in case he leaves so come on get changed ill take you in my car so you can tell him how you feel" Addie did not know how to react her crush Jake was close by in her distraction she leaked a bit more in her panties the sudden sensation of her crotch getting warm snapped her back to reality " uh just let get back to my room and change " Gena" yeah sure just be quick ill be waiting in the car). Addie was sprinting upstairs and was never has been happier to see the bathroom door open just as she was about to reach the door and finally get the relief she has been needing she woke up all of a sudden her older brother runs bathroom ( out of my way i need to get ready for work" he says as he closes the door and her hearing that door locket lets Addie know that her relief she was hoping for was just snatched away when she was so close her body felling the relief so close released enough to flood her panties she still was not even empty but her panties and the front of her pajama pants were wet she know had no choice but to change she would stay and yell at him to hurry up but knowing him he would tease me about it by taking longer and she frankly did not time for this her friends and the beautiful Jake were waiting. as soon as Addie reached her room she quickly took of her bathrobe and matching pajama pants as well as her pink panties all this movement was torture for her bladder she had to concentrate on her bladder with all her strength as she got out a pair of purple panties and blue jeans and they were a struggle to put on as she was trying not to completely loss all her pee on her new clothing she did not even bother with shoes so she opted with some pink sandals she even kept on her white shirt before she knew it she was in Gena's car on the way to juice as her pee was inches away from leaving her body if she didn't get to a toilet soon and she could fell it. it did not even take Gena long to get to juice as soon as we got there we could tell it was busy it took Gena a bit to find a parking spot as soon as she parked her car and we got out " according to Zack Jack is still in there so ill go in there order you a drink and ill wait for to tell him how you feel and we can celebrate with some juice and are you ok Addie" Gena asked could you blame her i am out here doing a full blown potty dance before i tell my crush that i like him " yeah i am good just nerves" Gena responded with "ill let you prepare you're self and ill go inside ill get you the usual " as Gena finished saying that she went in side and Addie was left to think about what she was going to say her only option was to go in and tell him and quickly go to the bathroom and that was plan or so she thought. once Addie entered she noticed how many people were actually here once she was able to see her friends she waved at them and smiled and they did the same except they pointed me towards were Jake was hanging around a bunch of his friends. she began walking towards him at this point Addie was so nervous she is about to tell Jake how she feels as well as her need to pee has escalated to the points were she could fell it right there waiting to get out wanting out the damn was about to burst while she was busy trying not to pee her pants Jake noticed Addie and walked up to her "hey Addie whats up " Addie was going through many thoughts "oh my god he just came up to me ,he just talked to me, i need to tell him know or never,i really need to pee" as she was thinking this she decided "if i tell him know i can quickly pee and he can give me his answer when i get out cause i really need to go " in Addie's bladder all her pee was right there waiting to get out like a bunch of yellow solders waiting for the bridge to collapse so they can get to war with the water down below and Addie knew this and she was hoping for the m to wait before taking down the dam. Addie could tell her pee wanted out they were breaking the dam if command from above gave the order or not she close her eyes it was now or never she told Jake " i really like you can you please go out with me" as she said this it was to late for her to look up and go to the bathroom as her bladder gave way and she began flooding her jeans her purple panties were getting soaked she could feel the soaked from her crotch to her butt her jeans were soaked fro her crotch,butt,and her warm pee flowing down her pant legs then the puddle formed under her feet soaking her sandals Addie felt good finally being able to release all her pent up pee she unknowingly gave a sigh of release and for some strange reason it felt good having this warmth down there but that was cut short by the realization of her current location what had she done it hit her she had just peed her self confessing to her crush not only that but in front of her friends and a bunch of strangers and people she went to school with all just witness her do this her face went red as she opened her eyes Jake had his mouth wide open with his drink in his hands everyone else was just starring looking at me judging her most likely Gena and Zack were just standing there shocked who wouldn't be if they just witness there best friend wet themselves confessing to there crush. everything was moving in slow motion for her her face completely red butterflies were forming in her stomach she felt bliss from finally relieving her self but not like this Addie's eyes began to get watery as she turned around and began to run out the door crying in humiliation as she did so Gene and Zack ran after her. a few minutes after incident Addie's brother showed up for his shift the manager looked at him "good you're here some.girl had an accident over there and i need you to clean it up" he says handing him a mop and a bucket. THE END (thank you for reading my second fan fiction i hope everyone that has read it has enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed making it for Rick Dixion i hope you enjoyed it)
(i decided to add an alternative scene this one ill be redoing the scene where Addie runs to the bathroom and her brother runs towards it ahead of her) as Addie heard from Gena she decided to run towards her room to try and and change to go see Jake so she can go and confess her felling to him.as she was making her up the stairs she noticed that the bathroom door was open her face lit up from joy relief was just a few steps ahead . to Addie's disbelief in the corner of her eye she saw her brother run pass her "out of my way , i'm running late and i need to shower now" as he was saying this Addie had no chance to respond her brother just slammed the only chance she had for relief . Addie was standing at the door " hey hurry up you are not the only one that needs a shower" her brother tells her " yeah yeah Gena and Zack along with the juice are not going anywhere so you can wait" as Addie heard this she said " you are so unbelievable some times" Addie had her legs crossed trying to hold her pee in she already leaked a bit and was not going to let anymore out till she was at the bathroom sitting on the toilet.as Addie was saying this Gena was walking up the stairs "so i just got a text from Zack Jake just left juice and that Zack is on his way here.as Addie was standing there trying not to look desperate she did not want her friends holding her self like a little girl at 21 " yeah sure that is fine we can head up to my room if and the three of us can hang out ). "ok you alright Addie you look like you really need to go" Gena said " no im good i just really need to get in there so i can take a shower" little did Addie know Gena had a large glass of orange juice and a lemonade that are making there way through her. "zack sent me a text hes going to be a bit there is a lot of traffic" Gena says sitting down on Addie's bed tapping her foot nervously Addie standing next to Gena " i hope he isn't going to be longer" Gena " zack should take to long hes like a few minutes away" Addie " i meant my brother " Gena sais crossing her legs "wow you must really want to take you're shower, i hope he gets out soon to i drank a bit to much you know" that was the last thing Addie wanted to hear Gena needed to pee witch made her need worsen Addie could feel her pee hole loosening its hold letting few more drops escape in to her slightly damped panties Gena was a bit preoccupied with her need to notice her friends own more urgent need. a few minutes passed and Addie's brother emerged "bathroom is free so you can take you're very urgent shower" Addie and Gena rushed to the bathroom Addie forgot to bring a change of clothes but she did not care all she needed was the toilet as they both approached the bathroom Gena was more faster and was able to reach the toilet before Addie could, Addie was able to get a view of her friend unbuckling ,lowering her jeans and black panties siting down on the toilet Addie from the hallway was able to hear Gena,s stream hitting the water on the toilet as well as her sigh of relief Addie was filled with thoughts of envy as she witnessed her friend doing what she most desired to do at this moment her witnessing this did not help Addie out in the slightest as her need has been made worse her only way of keeping her pee from escaping was her hands firmly grabbing her crotch as she could feel her need right there ready to flow out of her like a river of golden liquid trying to flow down river with debris blocking its passage. as all of this was going on outside was Jake approaching Addie,s house with some flowers at hand he was hoping to ask her out to go see a movie tonight zack parked behind Jake,s truck as Jake was ringing the doorbell zack was just exiting his car. Addie heard the doorbell ring and her knowing her mother was busy getting the lunch ready she ran down hoping it wont take long so that once Gena was finished her much needed pee as she ran to the door her om was in the kitchen prepping food her father reading the news paper and her brother near the door putting on his hat for work. Addie swung open the door to her surprise Jake was at the front door holding a bouquet of roses the sight of Jake at the front door was enough to relax Addle,s bladder for the minor second that her contents were released the river was able to push through the debris and flow out towards the river Addie's blue pajama pants turned a dark blue and began sticking to her leg her panties were soaked they would cling to her butt and crotch along with her pajama pants were clinging to her body the sides of her bathrobe were also soaked. Addie finally getting to release all her pent up pee felt great she gave a sigh of relief and surprisingly her warm pee soaked felt good surprisingly. by the time the relief had settled Addie realized what had happen she was looking around jake was wide eyed zack was behind him standing still confused as to what just happened Gena was walking down the stairs blushing that her best friend just peed her self Addie's mom dad and brother look like they just seen a ghost Addie's face was as red as a tomato as the butterflies were forming and she was processing what just happened she felt like she wanted to trow up but she couldn't all she could muster was tears forming as she turned away and began crying as she ran up to her room. THE END
Jeff Hayman has the most popular parties on campus. He has a pool party at his off college house. The big pool was complete with a giant water slide with water flowing down it. There was a barbecue that seemed great but sadly, the first batch of burgers were tainted and old meat. A few girls devoured that plate. Ash was a tall, tan girl with a two piece black bating suit. Her friend Nicala leaned against the snack table with with their legs curved. She too was tan, hair tied in a pony tail as she wore her dark blue tight two piece bathing suit. Ash grabbed her belly as she felt a pressure pop out. “What the….OH!” Nicala asked her friend, “What’s wrong-OH!” Nicala grabbed her belly and bent over. “Ash, I really got to go to the…ttthe bbathroom.” Nicala’s words stuttered. Ash replied, “Me too, let’s go.” The two hot friends walked together and knew Jeff’s house had three bathrooms. They walked in there nothing but bathing suits and tried to go into the bathroom right there in the hall. Nicala opened the door and someone shouted, “NOOOOOO!” Nicala screamed, “Oh my god!” She saw Jeff’s older dad taking a bubble bath. He said, “Jeff said I get a nice hot bath time all day if he can have his party. Now beat it!” He kicked the door shut and locked it with his toes. Nicala and Ash moaned. They walked acorss the room, their nice butts going back and forth, and reached the other bathroom. There were two couples in front of them. They looked all giggly. “What’s this?” Nicala asked. One guy said, “We’re using this bathroom for make-out sessions. It’s clean and Jeff locked his room so-.” Nicala and Ash put their hands on their hips and tapped their foot to deal with the building preassure and situation. Ash said, “That’s not what bathrooms are for!” The guy shook his head and laughed and turned around. One more bathroom. Nicala and Ash took the unpleasant walk up the large staircase, each step adding pressure to their pulses of poop pains. Pains that caused huge belly aches. But also, Ash stopped and grabbed her butt and started to sweat with a scared face. “Oh no,” she said quietly. “What’s wrong?” Nicala asked. “”I have to go the other way too!” Ash had to poop and pee. They ran up the staircase. “Damn!” A line of three other girls for the bathroom. Alexa was at the front. An average height dark skin girl with a two piece brown suit. Her hands rested on her crotch and legs crossed as she bounced while waiting at the front of the line. Kelly, a red head with an athletic body wore a two piece black suit. Her belly was clearly bloated as it was filling up fast. She squirmed. Jona was third in line. A tall, tan girl with curly hair in a light blue two piece. Her hands were on her hips and one leg tipped on it’s toe. Nicala got behind her, and then Ash. “NOOO!” yelled a girl in agony. It was Colly. A gorgeous blonde who wore sexy framed glases and was in a two piece black suit, except her big boobs pushed on the bra. As well as her bladder pushing against her waist and belly making her feel like she would literally explode. “Oh man…I gotta hold it now!” Her knees inwards as her legs wobbled, and arms crossed on chest. Just like Nicala and Ash, she tapped her foot. THE LINE: Alexa was at the front, then Kelly, Jona, Nicala, Ash, and poor Colly. All squirming and desperateyly holding in a load. Five minutes passed and Nicala was bent over and held her belly with her legs locked together, and butt cheeks squeezed. Ash stoof up straight, legs locked together, hands rested against crotch, and bounced just a bit as she took heavy breaths. Alexa knocked, “Hey, are you almost done, it’s been fifteen minutes?” The person inside, another girl, said, “I’m sorry, I’ll be out soon.” Nicala who felt her pee and poop hitting against her exits, “What’s taking her so long? Ehhhhh!” Jona crossed her arms and held her boobs up as her feet paced slowly. “I should not have drank so much water. Had like four bottles.” “It is hot out,” Kelly said, arms and legs both crossed. It was safe to say each girl was at a desperation point of near explosion. “Yeah well I think something was wrong with the meat,” Nicala said. She bounced while bent over still. “My bladder and belly are both burning, I have two loads about to pop out like waterfalls.” “One will looks more like a sewer,” Ash said. “MMMMMMMMMmmmmmm!” Colly moaned from the very back. They all turned to her. The poor girl had her hands in her crotch, legs locked, knees inwards, and it was clear her belly was a little paler than the rest of her body as it bloated over a little bit. “Are you going to be ok?” Ash said, stepping back from a possible coming mess. “Y-Yeah…I’ll be fine,” Colly’s voice so strained. Ten more minutes went by, and each girl was on the verge of an accident everyone at the party would see and humiliate them. Alexa who had waited the longest was bent a little, hands in crotch, legs and feet shuffling over each other, and her eyes with tears. She banged on the door several times with her fist. She said, “That’s it! Come on, we really gotta go!” She began to bounce off the ground at her feet. “Bunch of babies,” the occupant said. “Ahhhhahahahah!” Alexa said not as laughing, but agonizing discomfort. SHE HAD TO PEE! All the other girls were hunched over a little, hands in crotch, tearing at the eyes which made it worst from the feelings of tears which is water. Ash though remained standing up straight, legs slightly crossed. She made a big frown as her lips puffed out and sweat was on her face. “OOooohh, ah!” Alexa said. She felt her panties of the swimsuit getting warmer and warmer. “Oh noooo!” Streams of pee shot out in multiple directions. The poor girl was wetting herself like a mere child in front of everyone. Kelly looked away as the carpet stained and her need grew worse from the reminder. Colly ran up to the door and was knocking hard. Colly screamed, “Hurry up! I’m going to explode!” “NO!” Kelly yelled as the red head grabbed Colly by the waist and shoving her out of the way. Colly landed on her butt and crossed her legs as tight as a pretlze. As Alexa ran off humiliated and people downstairs were heard laughing at her, Kelly wrestled with the bathroom door handle. She HAD to get in there! Her face showed a lot of worry with her frown, and wide low eyes, and mouth open a little. Her ankles crossed, legs shifted back and forth as she bounced. Kelly’s stomach felt like her belly would literally burst open with pee everywhere. Kelly yelled as she knocked. “Come on, come on, come on! We’re dying out here!” Kelly thoughts, Oh my God, oh my God, I can’t wet myself in front of everyone. I have classes with so many of them. The other girls were just as desperate and ready to pop. Hearing splashes in the pool outside through the window made it worse, as well as the loud streaming of the water slide. The flowing stream reminded them how bad they really had to go, and the agony only got worse. Jona dug one hand under her panties of the suit and into her crotch to plug herself up, pushed the other hand outside of her panties. Jona leaned against the wall on the other side with one eye closed, teeth jittering, turning red; she was in the pre-law program with a lot of these people at college at the party. She was School Student President, Captain of Debate Team, she would not be able to hide the mess right at the exits of her body. Kelly too was a well respected person. She was Captain of the Soccer Team, Swim Team, Dance Squad, how could she survive that humiliation. Jona said in a grunted voice, “Hey…K-K-Kelly. I….OH!...Can you kick the door down or something, I can’t wait much longer.” “If I do, I’ll burst!” Kelly argued. They all moaned. “Something wrong?” It was Jeffrey Hayman, the most popular guy on campus and host of the party. He stared awkwardly at the girls and their squirming. “What’s going on?” All the girls blushed as this cute, tall guy saw their desperation. He asked, “Ew, is that pee on the floor! Is that what happened to Alexa?” “Mhm!!!” shriked Ash through her bit, closed lips, crossed legs so tight they were numb, butt cheeks moved back and forth. Nicala said, “Jeff, that person has been in there forever. We’re dying, can you do something?” “Whoever is in there,” Kelly said. “They’re not even answering anymore.” Her hands remained on the door knob wrestling as she bounced. Her tan skin turning blushed red. Jeffrey went to the door and knocked. “Hello?” Nicala crossed her arms and rubbed her sides as her muscles grew tense. Oh come on! I can’t wet and crap myself in front of Jeff! She thought. After knocking again, the door opened, almost causing all the girl’s bladders to explode in excitement. A blonde girl in a two piece, all black suit with silver diamonds (fake ones) going across the bra and panties. It was Zina, Jeff’s girlfriend. They kissed. “You alright babe?” he asked. “I think I just drank too much alcohol,” Zina said. “Felt woozey. I’m fine now.” All the girls were thinking, GET OUT OF THE WAY ALREADY, WE’RE GONNA BLOOOOOOWWW! “OOooooHHoo, OK that’s enough you two,” Jona said. She went up and gave them little pushes to head away. “Ew,” Zina said. “Ah, my puke stunk up the bathroom. She closed the door. She and Jeff left and went downstairs. The girls all shook their heads. Jona ran to the door and tried to turn the handle. “No way!” Kelly said. She grabbed Jona and pulled her away. Her legs going up and down in big steps. Like she was doing a ridiculous dance. “I’m going to pee my panties if I don’t go now.” Kelly grabbed the handle and tried to turn it. “What the?!?” Locked! “You’ve got to be kidding!” Colly cried, still on the floor, crossed legs to her chest. Her glasses steamed up. “Kelly you broke the door knob when you wrestled with it,” Ash cried. “I-!” She stopped and grabbed her belly as it let out a huge growl. Her lips trembled, legs that were crossed so tight they became numb and weren’t able to hold anything. A load pushed through her butt, her cheeks were tired and overworked like her belly and bladder and could not hold it in. Ash cried quietly, “Oh…no!” Her eyes shut, tears fell as a farting noise that started as soft but then exploded out of her butt along with a bunch of poop. It splattered on the wall and floor. Ash watched her friends back off horrified, Her legs uncrossed without her control, and pee started to stream right out onto the floor between her legs. Then let out as one huge stream. Her legs covered with poop and pee, her face covered in tears with her hands over her mouth and face red. “Oh my God!” she cried. A few people sitting on the staircase saw as she backed up and pointed and were disgusted by her loss of control. Some laughed and yelled, “Hey, Ash totally pissed and crapped herself like a baby!” Ash cried, “I…I can’t believe this.” She ran down the stairs and out of the house. “Oh my God!” Kelly cried. She held her crotch and legs. “That’s going to happen to us.” Nicala bit her lips, eyes watered, and still hunched over bounced as she held herself. Jona had her legs crossed as she breathed heavy. She layed her back against the wall, arms out and moaned, “OOOOOOOOOOHHH!” Then her hands clapped over her face, and she scrunched down to the floor a little. Colly rocked back and forth on the floor. “I gotta peeeee!” she screamed. Nicala let go of herself and stood up, breathing heavy. “That does it.” Nicala kept her legs tight but kicked up one barefoot at the bathroom door. Then another kick. Nicala had to get in there. She was going to explode all the same like Ash. But every kick added preasure. Jona was leg crossed, on the floor with her whole scrunched up body being held by her feet. She pulled on her hair and cried a little. Every second that passed, another wave of raised agony would add to the feeling of literally feeling like you’re going to burst the next second. “MMMMMMMM!” Jona moaned as she grabbed her swim panties and legs shuffled tight together. She ran down the staircase in tiny steps, knowing she had less than a minute. She could not hold it anymore. She ran to the bathroom the dad was in. Banged on the door as she danced. “I ain’t giving this bathroom up!” he yelled. Jona screamed and truffled off and pushed people out of the way for the “makeout session bathroom” and knocked on the door. She begged in a high voice of paranoia, “Oh please please please hurry up! Get out! I REALLY GOTTA PEE!” The couple inside opened up. The man said, “Listen this bathroom ain’t gonna help-.” She pushed them out of the way and saw the horror of finding out why this was a makeout bathroom….that’s all it could be used for. NO TOILET. But being at the bursting point, muscles tired, and being in the bathroom gave thoughts of going that were too much. She covered her mouth and cried as her bladder exploded and pee shot out of her, destroying her panties, and a huge puddle quickly covered the floor. It hurt as it pumped out of her without control. She turned as red as her friend Kelly’s pretty hair and ran but slipped and fell on her butt as people laughed at her misfortune. Speaking of Kelly……She saw Nicala with her feet in the wall as she pulled the jammed handle. Colly fainted on the floor, and pee flowed out of her. What a mess. Kelly COULD NOT LET THIS HAPPEN! She sprinted downstairs, saw Jona crying as she crawled out of the hall soaked in pee, and Kelly said, “I got to go behind a bush outside. No choice!” Kelly had a hot body made hotter by her red hair. Her stomach was stone hard from all the pee in there, BUT she saw the bush. Big, could cover five people if they wanted to go behind them, so she scrubbled over to it, legs locked, drops starting to come out, and arms on sides tight in fists. A guy named Jason admired her hot body and beauty and confronted her. “Hi, I’m Jason,” he said. Making Kelly stop in place and agony. This guy was keeping this girl from her relief, and she was about to burst in front of everyone. “Oh hi,” Kelly said quick. “Look I-.” “I,” he said, interrupting. “I just wanted to say….” The guys lips were moving, but it was silence. Kelly saw blurs from her tearing eyes, and she tried to go around but the guy stepped in front. “OH NASTY!” someone yelled. Kelly turned and saw Jason backed away. Kelly’s bottom had become so numb, she didn’t feel the pee streaming down her legs as everyone watched. Her legs were blown apart from each other as a huge flood flowed out of her. “NO!” Kelly cried, actual tears. She blushed and fell to her knees as more and more pee came out. Alexa, Ash, Jona, Colly, Kelly, just Nicala now. Jeffrey and his girlfriend went up to his room. Nicala walked down the hall 100% dry. No poop or pee on her. She whistled with her hands behind her back and shifted her hips back and forth as she passed Jeffrey. He checked her out. Once he and his girl got in his room there was a nasty smell. “What the hell is that?” he said. He looked in his garbage. “Did my dog crap and piss in my garbage?” THE END
PART 3 Nicala, in front of her was Emma, in front of Emma was Jill, in front of Jill was Kate. In front of Kate was still just under a dozen other girls dancing from poop and pee desperation. Nicala’s legs were like pretzles with her knees out and ankles twisted. Poor Nicala has just escaped a humiliating accident of epic proportions, so this was not ideal of a situation for her to be stuck in. “OH NOOOOOO!” a girl yelled from above. Everyone looked up and their jaws dropped. A girl who was literally next in line to go had peed herself. Her swim panties and summer dress darknened as a stream led down the stairs and past all the girls putting more in desperation from the watery sight. Kate just jumped right before it hit her feet and was holding her gut tight with her arms as she bent down. That poor girl from above ran. Poor Emma bounced foot to foot as her desperation increased. From the sight of the girl who just had an accident which thus amplified all of the other girl’s needs to grow, they stormed the door. The girls, six or seven near the top had toppled one another for the bathroom. They were jammed in the door and tried to break through. But from the pushing and urgency to get it BOOM all of their bladder popped. One of them something else as well…poop. Mixed with the urine as it leaked with the other girl’s pee off the staircase making a huge mess in the house. The smell alone made the other girls gag. “Oh…no…” Emma moaned. Her heartrate increased to max levels past the weight her bladder could hold, and seeing so much dripping water and girls failing to hold it made her lose faith. Emma danced in place as she stuck her fingers in her crotch to plug up the leakage of her body. She cried as an accident approached. They struggled and struggled. Zira, Jeff’s mean girlfriend with an omorashi obsessed type of revenge apparently went to the side of the house and climbed up the fire escape stairs and through Jeff’s window. She waited in the hall by the bathroom as only a few girls and then Kate, Jill, Emma and Nicala were left. “GOD!” Nicala said as she held her crotch and her legs shook. Her stomach clearly expanded over her waist from the amount of pee inside. “I’m gonna….gonna…” she complained in a strained voice. “My body is going to burst pee everywhere.” Jill said, “I know,” she breathed heavy. She clapped her hands on her face as her legs went up and down dancing like a mere child in place desperate for the bathroom. “I’m going to die if I don’t get in there in a few minutes. How you holding up Kate?” she said, giving Kate a smack on the back which vibrated her poor overworked kidneys. “AHHH!” Kate yelled. She turned red as a couple drops leaked out. “WWWWWhy WWould y-y-you do that?!?” Then Kate looked ahead. It was her turn! She ran into the bathroom. Slammed the door shut, and sat on the toilet as a load of pee flung out of her body as a forceful, burning stream that hurt to come out, at first. But it felt oh so nice as her gut deflated and she smiled knowing she avoided an accident, and the physical and mental stress was away. Outside the bathroom, which was barely closed as the slam actually broke the lock and made Kate visible to the other girls, the sight and sound of their friend reliving herself made Nicala, Jill, and Emma’s situation so much worse. That was it for Emma. Her bladder exploded and a load of pee and poop fell out of her. It was so humiliating Emma did not have time to feel relief as people stared and she started to cry. Emma cried and ran out of the house, leaving a trail of crap and urine behind her. Kate left the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief. She looked at the dancing Nicala and Jill who looked like they were about to collapse as they sweat and shook from desperation. Their tan legs crossed and twisted, bellies filled, so Kate asked. “Are you guys okay?” They stormed for the bathroom, but Zira, the mean girlfriend of Jeff, pushed them aside. Both Nicala and Jill were at a breaking point. “NO NO STOP!” they shouted. But Zira ran in, leaped onto the toilet, and started to go. Zira spread her legs open, showing everything, and let of a sigh of relief as loads of pee and poop fell out of her. She even lifted off the seat a bit so Nicala and Jill could see it and it made their desperation sore to new levels. They held onto one another, legs twisted around each other and they hopped as if they were stuck together as one. As their bladders were going to explode, Zira felt like her organs fell out of her body, unaware of how much she held in. A slight burn that started as she ran went away, and she breathed better than she had her whole life. “That’s what you get beach!” Zira said as she pointed to Nicala. “But I didn’t do anything,” cried Jill. Zira said as she flushed, “You were a sacrifice that had to be made.” She waved her butt at them and slapped it. Jill could not take it. She ran and made a close call. But Nicala could not take it. She started to leak, her muscles and bladder overworked so she ran in and sat on the sink as she pulled her panties down, and Nicala and Jill released together. Their aching bodies pain slowly vanishing after spiked at first, and they felt relief. They felt skinny cause their loads were gone. However….Jeff saw them in disgust. He walked away and Nicala ran as she finished. “Jeff, I’m sorry, it’s just-.” Jeff cut Nicala off. “Don’t…let’s just forget that happned. Listen, I see the passes you make at me,” he said as they walked back outside, “But I have a girlfriend.” “That in the bathroom was real me having to go! It’s not my fault, one bathroom is being used for making out and the other your dad is bathing in. See, he’s still in there!” The door down there was closed. “My dad left for work like twenty minutes ago,” Jeff said. He opened the door and jaw dropped. His girlfriend was making out with his friend Buddy in the bathtub. Zira looked stunned as she was caught. Nicala covered her mouth and laughed. “Babe wait!” Zira cried. “It’s just he’s hotter and-.” Jeff walked away, and Nicala went to comfort him. A relationship may bloom! Edited October 9, 2017 by Rick Dixon (see edit history)
Hey, folks! Another Saturday, another Gentleman story! Two quick notes/warnings: One, in the last thread, everyone said I shouldn't split the stories up, so I'll still be rocking the Wall O' Text until people say otherwise or until I hit some limit on the site. Two, one thing people have noticed is that there's not always a ton of desperation content in these stories. That's true. What I'm trying to do is make Parker a real, genuine character, complete with character development and some drama -- not just in terms of "Will she make it?" but "Will they stay together?" "Character development!" you might say. "In an omo story?" Yup. This is because I'm writing this for the fun of it, and for me, the fun is making a desperation story that is as good as possible. I could have the sexy stuff happen to Parker and skip the extras, but that wouldn't make it feel so real. If you want wall-to-wall bursting bladders, I don't think you'll have to look very far. Finally, this particular story is near and dear to my heart because it really tackles an issue I've thought a lot about. I am a huge believer in consent. It's what makes this fetish go from being skeezy/sketchy/creepy staring at crotches in bathroom lines to being something sexy and fascinating and often super-sweet and happy. I've been in positions where girls got desperate near me without consent, and it felt awful for me that I would even begin to enjoy it. I've also been in situations where someone got desperate for me, enthusiastically consenting to it, and dang if that didn't feel awesome. So this is a story about Parker starting to get over his guilt and coming to a better place with his fetish, just like I did. It's also a story where sexy people really need to pee, I promise. And it's also a story with hedgehogs. I hope you enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ As it happened, Parker found himself avoiding Lara around campus. Whenever he saw her, he flashed back to their night at the observatory, and the mental confusion was too intense. Confusion in multiple ways: the confusion of trying to act casual while fiercely aroused, and the confusion of complicated feelings. He felt like he'd pushed Lara too far, or failed to satisfy her, even if she'd said she was fine with the pee aspects and had forgiven him for coming too fast. Another piece of confusion, however, was that her words about “being the first woman to touch him” raised the issue of his virginity. Remembering Annie and Lara gave him plenty of masturbation fodder for his fetish, and with that temporarily answered, he was all the more focused on something he hadn't yet gotten: actual sex. Penis-in-the-vagina intercourse. And suddenly he wanted it a lot. But while casual sex on campus was fairly easily come by, especially in the circles that CJ had given Parker access to, Parker realized that he didn't just want the sex. He wanted to be wanted. He wanted a girlfriend... and sex. Even before his encounter with Lara, he'd started pursuing several other girls: the sophomore redhead in the CS department, an incredibly attractive athlete in his humanities class, the girl down the hall in his dorm. All of this led to absolutely nothing, because the CS girl was actually dating the department's TA, the athlete was only seeing women right now, and the girl down the hall had a boyfriend back home. He'd figured all this out rather belatedly and humiliatingly, or at least that was how it felt. He felt like he had completely scuttled his prospects. And so he resigned himself to ending freshman year still a virgin. But before it all fell apart, it had led to one thing that was actually kind of cool. The athlete played Ultimate Frisbee, a sport he'd never actually heard of before. Wanting to attract her attention and not trusting his athletic prowess enough to join the team, he'd instead approached the team captain (through CJ) and offered to film the team's games for practice and review reasons. The captain, a stocky guy named Josh, had been rather surprised, and Parker had realized seconds too late that his offer must sound rather strange, and probably reeked of ulterior motives. But the captain, after mulling it for those few seconds, said, “Actually, that sounds pretty useful,” and suddenly Parker had a job. Then, after filming the invitational tournament games, Parker realized the game was actually ridiculously fun, and joined in earnest. Besides, it would get him even closer to Athlete Girl. Two weeks later, he felt absolutely miserable and a failure, and his prospects with the athlete were now totally shot. But then Josh mentioned how much he appreciated Parker's persistence (and the game film), and added something in passing. “Ultimate must be the most frustrating sport to learn,” he said. “It takes forever to get good at it.” Something clicked in Parker's head: the only way to be good at anything is to be bad at it first. So he stuck with it. Sometimes he made a fool of himself, but sometimes he made a fool of himself deliberately, and he really was improving. And then, suddenly, there was Meagan. Meagan was on the Ultimate team as well. However, she'd sprained her ankle at the practice just before the tournament. She'd come out on crutches to cheer on the team, but Parker had only eyes for Athlete Girl and his job of filming the games, and so while he'd noticed her, he hadn't remembered the connection, since the defining characteristic she'd been displaying at the time was “person on crutches,” not “green-eyed Firefly-quoting girl who had to pee that one time.” And then, due to the sprained ankle, she hadn't been around while Parker started playing. They finally made the connection only once they were both back out on the field. There had been many delighted cries of “Meagan's back!” which might have triggered Parker's memory a bit. But it didn't, quite, and instead Meagan came up to him at the second practice they were both at and said, “Why do I know you?” This led to a series of possible explanations, starting with the reasonable and quickly diverting into the wildly improbable, including “We're both brainwashed CIA spies,” “We were separated at birth,” and “We were both hedgehogs in a previous life.” (“How would that even explain it?” Meagan asked. “There are still a lot of hedgehogs.” “We were really cool hedgehogs.” “Like, Blues Brothers cool.” “Right. We were on a mission from Hog.”) During this interlude they did not actually resolve the issue, but agreed that whatever the actual reason was, it probably couldn't top Blues Brothers-level hedgehogs. And then at the end of practice, Meagan walked up to Parker and said, “I know how I know you!” “How?” “'I'm starting to find this whole party very uninviting.'” And suddenly it all made sense, and they laughed so hard that they danced around and hugged each other. Which felt really natural, and pretty cool. When Parker realized that he had a big crush on Meagan, he was thrilled at the prospect, and also terrified of scaring her away and blowing his chance. So he went all-out on the practice field, and made a point of talking to her every day, and became really intense on the practice field, and then stressed out about not doing well enough, and it could have been very bad if Meagan had not said after just two days of this, “Parker, are you trying to impress me?” “Um. Yeah.” “How about you stop?” He looked absolutely crestfallen about this. She studied his face and then suddenly grinned, which made all her freckles dance. “Just relax, Parker. You're much more fun when you aren't trying to become God of All the Hedgehogs out there. Just be yourself.” “But Joss Whedon told me to always be myself... unless I suck.” “Let's start with assuming that you don't suck. Alright? And then we'll see just how much you don't suck. And then we'll go from there. But you don't have to be Hedgehog God in order to not suck. In fact I have a rule against dating gods, anyway.” “Wait, what?” “See? You're cute when you figure something out.” ~~~~~~~~~~ Eight days later they were watching a movie together in Parker's dorm room. Eight days and two hours later they were making out. Eight days and two and a half hours later Parker started feeling her up. She grabbed his hand and said, “Mmmmmmkay. Let's talk this out.” “What?” “Touching me there is not okay without consent.” “Uh. Sorry. But I thought...” She raised an eyebrow. “I think you were better off finishing that sentence at 'Sorry,' but go ahead.” “I thought you wanted me to.” “But did you ask?” “Well, no...” “Lesson the First: Ask.” “I feel kinda awkward saying 'Can I touch your boobs?'” “Well, a) don't feel awkward, because there's no harm in asking; b) you're kinda cute when you're awkward, anyway; and c) yeah, it's kinda weird the first few times, isn't it? Nobody in the movies or on TV ever asks permission. But consent is hot. For example: ask me now.” He folded his hands in a pose of formal supplication. “Meagan, may I touch your boobs?” “Nope. But you can kiss me again. A lot.” They made out for another three minutes, and then Meagan said, “Okay. Ask me again.” “Ask you what again?” “Ask if you can touch me.” “May I?” “Yes. Because—and this is the important part—I really want you to. So. Do you want to?” “Uh. Yeah.” “Then touch 'em. Touch 'em both. Just cover 'em with your hands.” He needed no second bidding. “You see? So much hotter.” “Mmmmm. Yes. Yes, I see.” But a few minutes later he added, “Okay. I get the permission. But... didn't you want me to touch you back at the beginning?” “Oh, fuck yeah I did. But don't make any assumptions about consent, okay?” “Got it. Can I take off your shirt?” “Yes, please. Because I've been wanting that too. And wanting you to ask. And can we take off yours?” She was freckled all the way down, especially across her shoulders. Down to her waist, at least: no pants came off that night, nor did she stay the night. She kissed him goodnight at the door, though. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The consent thing began to intrigue him. And then it began to eat at him. For instance: if he really wanted it... and if Meagan, somehow, said yes... could they do stuff with desperation? But then he wondered if he should even be thinking of asking. That seemed like a step too far, too much to ask for. Besides, how much of what what appealed to him about desperation was the violation of consent? After all, seeing a girl in such situations was about how she couldn't control her own body. That seemed like a pretty straightforward problem for consent. He was still thinking about it, in the back of his mind, during their next date, which was just two days later and was rather similar to the first one, only this time it was going out to eat rather than a movie, and afterward they went about as far as they had before. And after the afterward Parker asked her to stay the night, and she said no. “Could you tell me why? Because getting to touch boobs is awesome, but...” Meagan hesitated. “Not yet. I will soon, though. And thanks for asking, and thanks for waiting... but not tonight. Sleep well, Parker. See you at practice.” And she kissed him, quickly, on the cheek. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next weekend they had a “mini-tournament,” a couple of games against a neighboring school. It was the first tournament Parker and Meagan would play together, and they had been looking forward to it—though Parker had been both nervous, not knowing what was involved in a tournament, and absurdly hopeful, that perhaps the exhilaration of a tournament would get Meagan to stay the night. But he had decided he wouldn't ask for it. One thing that made perfect sense, however, was that Parker would ride to the tournament in Meagan's car. To save gas, however, they would also share the car with two of the other women on the team. To Parker's slight consternation and slightly greater amusement, Athlete Girl was one of the passengers. Her actual name was Val, as Parker had finally learned. The other passenger was Val's sweetie, a much more obvious lesbian who called herself River, or Riv for short. Val was tan and insanely strong, pure rawbones and muscle, not much in the way of boobs, always wearing her hair down in a braid or ponytail. Riv was about the same height, but more stocky and with a few more curves, and wore her hair dyed with a sidebuzz. They'd been a couple for about three months. As Josh said, putting the new(ish) romantic couples all in the same car was a good peacekeeping move for the rest of the team. The tournament was scheduled to start at 10 AM, and it was supposed to be a 70-minute drive. But Meagan was a careful driver, and knew that getting lost could be par for the course, so she wanted to give them a full hour and a half to get there, plus time to warm up, etc. So Meagan met Parker at the car at 8. The sun was just up, and Meagan was leaning against her battered old Honda in her game shorts and jersey, brown-red hair tied back with a bandanna, looking strong enough to bench-press the car. So Parker just had to kiss her. “Hey, there,” she said when the kiss broke. “Ready for this?” “I think so,” he said. “I'm really glad I'm riding with you.” “Me, too. Now we just need the others.” At 8:15, Meagan scowled about and said, in the way she did when she was irritated, “Mmmmmkay. I'm calling Val.” She did so (this was just before the smartphone age, a time when Nokias were everywhere), and got no answer, but a moment later Val called back. Meagan listened, said “Mmmkay” again a few times, and hung up. “They overslept,” Meagan said. Her eyes sparkled emerald. She made air quotes with her fingers and said it again: “'Overslept.' Code for 'Humping like bunnies.'” Parker grinned, but also felt a slight pain at the fact that he and Meagan weren't “oversleeping.” Meagan saw beneath the grin and gently caressed his face with her fingers, running the tips down the line of his jaw, and then pulled him close for a kiss, clasping his face between her palms. And, when the kiss broke, she lightly bopped his nose with her fingers, and said nothing. Val and Riv came tumbling into the parking lot a moment later. The fact that Val didn't yet have a shirt on, just her sports bra, could speak to either explanation of their lateness. “I'm so sorry,” Riv said. “I didn't set an alarm last night...” As the two late arrivals loaded their gear into the car, Meagan made the air quotes again and mouthed, “Overslept” to Parker, who grinned quite honestly this time. Parker rode shotgun, so when Meagan wasn't shifting gears she could hold hands with him. She drove stick, though, so there were frequent pauses in the hand-holding. Val was quiet, almost silent, but this was not unusual. Riv was generally more talkative, but she'd said she liked to listen to pump-up music before a game, so she had her headphones on. So it was a quiet car that rolled through the midwest morning. Out over the fields, there was ground fog rising, and the rising sun slanting through made the cornfields look ethereal, otherworldly. Parker had never seen the Midwest look so beautiful. The first problem came when Meagan began to look around with a faint look of irritation on her face. “What's up?” Parker asked. She didn't answer him directly. “Val? Does this look familiar?” But Val was apparently asleep, so Meagan let it go for another few minutes. Then she said. “Mmmmmkay. Hey, Riv, have you ever been to this place before?” And then she repeated the question to get Riv's attention, as Riv was still blasting her pregame playlist. But as it turned out, Riv had never been to the college that they were heading for. So they woke up Val. Val took a bleary-eyed look around and said, “Uh, I don't remember. Keep driving, I'll see if I recognize anything.” “I'm pretty sure we're not going the right way.” “Just keep going, we'll run into something familiar.” That didn't seem like a smart move to Parker, and Meagan’s eyebrows went up, but she drove for a few minutes more. Then they came to a small town, one of those wide-spots-on-the-road towns that mostly didn't do anything other than lower the speed limit from 40 to 25 for a mile. Val agreed that this definitely wasn't right; the road they were supposed to be on shouldn't have any such slowdowns. So Meagan pulled over to consult the directions. “I'm pretty sure I did exactly this,” she said, gesturing to the printout of turns that had been given to her. (Remember, this was pre-smartphone, and Google Maps was still in its infancy.) Val and Riv took a look at the directions, too, and collectively shrugged. Something had gone wrong, but they couldn't pinpoint what it was. Val did have a request, however. “If you see a gas station, Meagan, can we stop?” “Sure.” Since the car was pretty full up on gas, Parker realized that there was probably one reason only that Val had asked for a stop. He tried to put the thought out of his mind. They backtracked, through the small town, back up the road, no gas stations to be seen. Meagan pulled over and asked a man out mowing his lawn how to get back to the main road that they needed. “Oh, easy,” he said. “Take a left at the next crossroads and then just keep going straight. Well, the road'll wiggle a bit, but stay on it, and you can't miss it.” Meagan seemed a touch skeptical about that, but thanked the man and followed his instructions. The trouble was that the road they'd been directed to was not a main road at all. It was 25 miles an hour right along, with many twists and bends, and with many houses dotting the road. Farmers were out on their tractors for the spring plowing and planting. Val had now gone completely silent, but River spoke up. “Hey, Meagan? How far do you think we have to go still?” Parker glanced back. Riv had taken off her headphones and was sitting, slightly turned in her seat, to hold Val's hands. Val was stone-faced. “At this rate I have no idea,” Meagan said. “This road might go on forever, or it might get us to the highway in another two minutes. I can't tell.” “Okay. It's just... Val really needs to pee.” “Yeah, I figured,” Meagan said, braking a bit as they had to round another curve. “I'm looking, but this doesn't look like a great place to find gas. You want to stop at a house and ask?” “No,” Val said suddenly and forcefully. “This is a red state,” Riv explained, “and if you hadn't noticed, we're kinda gay.” “Ohhhh,” Meagan said. “Crap. I didn't think of that angle. But you don't think they'd say no, would you?” “We just don't wanna take chances,” Riv said. “'Kay, I get it. So how bad is it, Val? Please-stop-at-the-next-place bad, or pee-in-a-bottle bad?” Riv looked expectantly at Val, and Parker looked firmly at the road ahead of them. Val said nothing for a second, and then said, “Bottle.” Parker began doing the times table in his head. “We ran out of the dorm in kind of a hurry this morning,” Riv said in apologetic explanation. “Didn't stop to use the restroom...” Meagan wasted no time. “'No prob, no prob. Anyone have an empty water bottle?” Of course no one did; they were going to a tournament, not coming back from one. “Parker, pass me my bottle, will you? And take the lid off? Thank you, sweetie.” Meagan had already drunk about a quarter of her bottle. She now proceeded to take big swigs from it. “One sec, Val,” she said between swallows. “Thanks,” Val whispered. Meagan gulped down most of what remained in the bottle and poured the rest out the window. Then she passed it back to Val. “There you go, hon.” Parker closed his eyes and gripped the door handle with white knuckles. But he couldn't close his ears, without making it too obvious. There was a snap as Val undid her seat buckle, and a rustle of cloth as she adjusted her clothes, then a pause... and finally a rushing, spattering sound as her piss hit the plastic of the water bottle. Val made no sound of relief other than a barely audible release of breath. The hissing and spattering then turned to a trickling as she began to fill the bottle up, then trailed off into a few last spurts, and then it was done. Val screwed the cap back on the bottle and pulled her shorts back up. “Thank you,” she said again softly, and handed the bottle back forward. “No problem, honey. When you gotta go... Uh, Parker, can you hol—I mean, can you put this down in the footwell?” Parker took the bottle from Val. He tried not to look at her face. She was stone-faced again, but looked a little red. The bottle was warm to the touch, more than half full, and the contents were pure yellow. She had obviously been totally bursting. “You know, Val, this means I'm going to be stealing from your bottle all day,” Meagan said, and the tension eased slightly. The wiggly-road finally came to an end... in the main highway that they'd been on to begin with. “Fuuuuuuck,” Meagan said, drawing out the word with exaggerated irritation. “I am so sorry, people; I think we just took a huge detour to get right back where we started.” “Not your fault,” Riv said. “Well, I'm just mad, because now we're going to be late.” The already-quiet car thus became absolutely silent. The one advantage of the highway was that Meagan put her car in fifth gear and didn't shift much, so Parker could hold her hand. She gave him a grateful little squeeze when he first took it, but didn't say anything. She seemed increasingly tense. After a few minutes, Meagan asked, “Does anyone have Josh's number?” Riv did. “Can you call him and tell him that we're likely going to be late? And ask him if we're on the right road?” Riv did as requested, and Josh confirmed that they were on the right track. “Whew,” Meagan said, and a little of the tightness eased from her shoulders. But not all of it. “You okay?” Parker asked quietly. “I'm fine,” she said, a bit too curtly. “Are you sure?” “I'm just fine. Mmmkay?” Meagan said. And she pulled her hand away. She kept it resting in her lap, drumming her fingers on her thigh. As they had to slow down to go through another small town, and then saw that it was actually a more major town complete with red lights, Meagan swore softly. But everyone heard it, and Val sat forward to start giving Meagan a shoulder rub. “Thanks, Val, but I'm fine,” Meagan said. “We'll get there,” Val said. “Actually, it's not that,” Meagan said, putting the car in gear as the light turned green. “And just so you know, I blame you for this, Val.” “Huh?” “All that water I drank to empty out my bottle! I'm in the exact same spot now that you were in.” “All that water I drank to empty out my bottle! I'm in the exact same spot now that you were in.” At which point Parker thought: Annnnnnd back to the times tables. The highway ran right through the center of town. There were more than half a dozen stoplights and they somehow managed to hit all but one of the red lights. Moreover the limit was 25, not 45. Tourist trap, Parker thought, eying the little stores on either side of the road. At last they escaped the town's clutches and accelerated again. As they passed, Parker saw a sign with the mileages. “Just 22 miles to go,” he announced cheerfully. “Half an hour.” Meagan groaned a little and sped up slightly more. “Not if I can help it,” she said. Parker crunched numbers in his head, but after running up to the twelves and thirteens, he realized that Meagan was not actually showing many signs of desperation. She was tense and quiet, but she wasn't crossing her legs or bouncing in the seat. Still, he believed that she really did need to go; and he watched her closely. She was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, and when she shifted gears she was a bit more abrupt about it than usual. He kept an eye on the road and on the clock. After another ten minutes Meagan shifted a bit in her seat and flexed her fingers on the steering wheel. She was driving with a certain cold control now; every movement was sharp and deliberate and a hint restrained. She still didn't cross her legs or bounce. But when the car hit a bump every muscle in her body clenched up, from her jaw down to her toes. As they got closer, Meagan passed the directions to Parker. “Please be careful,” she said. “I don't want to make any more wrong turns.” “Yeah, that would be bad,” Parker agreed. “Val, is the place we're going close to a place where I can use the bathroom?” Meagan asked. “I'm not sure if we're going to the same place as last time,” Val said. “I just remember that Josh said we were going to a field. And I know it's a big campus.” “I'm sorry, I don't know...” “Mmmmkay.” As they drew nearer the town, Parker kept his eyes fixed on signs for their turn. But because the street signs were a little small, he almost missed it. “There!” he said. “Turn here.” Meagan braked abruptly. “Turn which way?” she said. “Right.” “Next time give me a little more warning, please,” Meagan said. “I really do not appreciate sudden stops or changes of direction right now.” “I'm sorry, the street signs are so hard to read...” Meagan said nothing. Two turns later, which Parker managed to identify rather faster, and they pulled into a rather full parking lot. “Anyone see a spot?” Meagan said. “How about over there?” They circled a minute or two. As they did, they saw a glimpse of flying discs on the grass beyond the lot, between some trees. Meagan finally pulled into one of the last open spots. Val and Riv got out, grabbed their bags, and headed toward the frisbees. Parker grabbed his bag as well, but stopped when he noticed that Meagan had not yet gotten out of the car. She was sitting sideways on the car seat with her feet on the ground, but motionless. “Are you all right, Meg?” he asked. Meagan took a deep breath and said, “I'll be fine. I just...” She paused. “I am really looking forward to going to the bathroom.” “Need a hand with anything?” “Can you take my bag?” “Of course.” Meagan got up out of the car. For a moment she bent slightly forward... and then the moment passed. She straightened up, turned around, looked him in the eye and said, “I'm sorry I'm not a lot of fun right now.” “It's okay. I understand.” “And I'm sorry snapped at you about the turn. Those street signs really are tiny.” “Aren't they, though?” Meagan looked around. “Can you see where there might be a bathroom?” “Those buildings?” “Those look like dorms,” Meagan said. “I'll bet they're locked.” “Yeah. You want to try anyway?” “I'd better. But you should go warm up.” She started walking toward the dorm. “I'm not going anywhere until you're okay,” Parker said, following her. Meagan smiled. “You're such a sweetheart. I'm gonna be fine, 'kay?” “You're hurting,” Parker said. And that's my problem right there... “I just have to pee. Admittedly I need to pee really really bad, but it's not like I'm bleeding or anything. Go warm up.” They came to the dorm, and the doors were indeed locked. “See anyone inside?” Meagan asked. “Nope.” “Better go ask the locals, then.” But they found their own team first. “Hey, Meagan!” Josh said. “Bathrooms? Now, please?” Meagan asked. It was a more of a demand, really. “Up at the athletic center,” Josh said. “It's that big building at the top of the hill.” Meagan eyed it. It was about four hundred yards away. “Mmmmmmmkay,” she ground out. “I just went in the bushes!” offered one of the girls. But Meagan strode off. Parker began to follow her, but then realized he had no reason to do so and held back. He tried to get his mind back on the games to come, but his eyes strayed toward Meagan's receding figure as she plowed up the hill. It wasn't until some twenty minutes later that she came back, looking vastly relieved, swinging her arms free and easy, and immediately jumping into the warm-up drill that Parker had been failing miserably at. But she didn't talk to him until the drills were over, and when they did, she was still fairly controlled in her speech. She warmed up as the games continued, though her intensity was mostly focused on playing. And when they fell short of a win by only two points, she grouched and grumbled until they went out to eat. On the way home, everyone was too tired to talk; Val and Riv fell fast asleep, and Parker nearly passed out too. But after Meagan dropped off the two sweethearts and parked near her dorm, she turned to him and said something that immediately woke him up: “We need to talk.” “Um. About what?” “What was up with you today? You were acting really weird. Like you were really uncomfortable and really turned on, all at once.” Funny you should put it that way... “Uh.” She leaned back against the driver's side door, arm draped across the car seat, and waited. “This is kind of hard for me to talk about,” he said. “Because, like, um. What if. What if you break up with me because of this?” “Okay,” she said. “And it's, like, my, um, deepest, darkest secret. Ever. I have literally never told anyone about this...” Her eyebrows went up and stayed up. Even in his panic, Parker had to notice that the combination of sunglasses on her forehead, her wrinkled brow, and her emerald eyes was incredibly hot. “Uh...” “I can wait,” she said, calmly but sternly. Finally, strangled, all in a rush: “I get turned on when girls have to pee.” The silence stretched for a long, awkward, painful moment. “I'm really sorry, I hate it, I do, but I just can't...” “Wait, is that it?” “Uh... yeah?” She threw back her head and laughed. Guffawed, really. “I guess that really wasn't the reaction I was expecting,” Parker said, hesitantly. Meagan glanced at him... and started laughing even harder. She actually started rocking the car. “I'm sorry, the look on your face...” she gasped. She flung an arm across her mouth; apparently a hand would not have been enough. After a few moments, Parker asked, “Does this mean you're breaking up with me?” She was crying by this point, but her eyes went wide with astonishment and sympathy. Despite the mirth-gales, she managed to lean over and kiss him. It was a short kiss, because she had to stop for breath. “Oh, my dear sweet hedgehog, no no no no no. God no!” she wheezed. “I am not breaking up with you. In fact...” As suddenly as it had started, her laughter stilled. She was clearly thinking hard. She gave him a sidelong look with a grin tucked into it, and said, “C'mon.” As quick as it was spoken, she jumped out of the car, grabbed her bags, and stood ready to lock up. “Where are we going?” Parker asked, getting out. “My room,” she said. And then, “C'mon!” again, over her shoulder as she led the way. As they entered the room, Meagan dropped her bag. “Dacy's out at a party, thank god,” she said. “Soap, soap... got it, I'll use Dacy's and you can use mine. And I have an extra towel for you.” “Uh, Meagan... what's happening?” “We still need to talk. But don't worry, it'll be good! You'll see. But I am not having this conversation while I am this sweaty. So we are taking showers first. Men's room is down the hall. See you in a sec!” He went and showered, but not having anything to change into, he was forced to put his sweaty clothes back on. He came back to Meagan's closed door and knocked. No answer. He felt highly awkward waiting in the hall, but he did it anyway. A few minutes later, Meagan came out of the women's room, hair tied back (it looked like she hadn’t washed it), athletic gear in one hand, wearing a towel from armpit to thigh. “You can go in, you know,” she said. “I didn't want to walk in on you,” he said, sheepishly. “I know. And you can go in,” she said. She dropped her clothes into the laundry hamper and seated herself on the edge of the bed. “Sit with me,” she said. He did as he was bid, and after one whiff she added, “And throw your shirt in the hamper. I'll wash it for you.” Sitting bare-chested next to her towel-clad form, Parker felt more anxious than ever. “Look at me, sweetie,” she said, and when he did, she kissed him. “So like I said: we need to talk. And I think you didn't quite finish.” Parker shrugged. “Well... I said the important bit. I was really turned on when you had to pee this morning. But I remembered what you said about consent, and so I felt really bad about being turned on. So... yeah. You said it: I was really uncomfortable and really turned on all at once.” “And you've never talked to anyone about this?” “Never. Well—” a thought of Lara skittered through his head “—once. But it wasn't someone I really... uh... I can tell you about that later.” Meagan's eyebrows quirked, but she said, “Okay. So no one ever told you that this is really fuckin' close to normal, right?” “Uh... no. I mean, yeah. No one's ever told me that.” “Sweetie, if the Internet's taught us anything, it's that humans can be really really weird. You know there are people who get turned on by sneezing? I have seriously seen websites about guys who got all hot and bothered because Brittney Spears had a cold. And that's only the tip of the iceberg. There is some fuckin' scary shit out there.” She shuddered a bit. “There are some things out there that I cannot unsee. But your thing? Not that weird. Yours at least has to do with the right part of the body.” “But it's still kinda bad!” Parker cried. “Because you didn't want to be in that situation. So it was wrong for me to feel that. It’s a consent thing. Right?” “That's true, I didn't consent to be in that situation. But it's not a big deal. Piss happens. If you get turned on by it, you can't help how you feel. What you can help is what you do about it, and what you did was get worried about me, and try to help me. Now that I know what was going on in your head, I get it.” “Wait, what did you think I was thinking?” She sighed. “So now it's time for me to tell you my secret...” She paused, then began. “In high school, I dated a lot of guys. I had sex with some of them, and learned a lot, but the main thing is... every single one of the guys I dated cheated on me, one way or another. And I am not talking 'every single one' like 65% of them. No, every. Single. One. So I have some trust issues, and I got really, really good at seeing when people are lying to me or not telling me everything. “But that's not all. The first few times, after I found out... I did some pretty stupid things to try and get them back, which is how I know a little bit about the wild shit that's out there on the Net, not that it ever worked. But I don't feel too great about what I did. Anyway. After those times, I decided I would never get someone back if they cheated on me. So instead, I cheated on them, and then let them find out, so they'd know how I felt. I got... I got pretty good at hurting people that way. I knew how it felt, you see.” Parker nodded. “So I knew you were hiding something. And then this morning, when Val was running around in just her sports bra and dropping her shorts in my back seat... I thought you had a thing for Val, not the peeing!” “Oh, I used to!” Parker said. “But not any more, really... and then you had to go...” They were both laughing by now. “So that's where we're at,” Meagan said. “Do you want me to tell you about the one time I told someone about it? Just so I'm not hiding anything?” “Do you want to talk about it?” Meagan asked. “Yeah, I do,” and the whole Lara story came gushing forth. And then the stories about Annie. Meagan scooted closer to him. “Oh, my poor horny hedgehog,” she said. “No wonder you've been all tied up in knots.” “Yeah. It feels so much better to tell someone. Like I've been holding it in...” “Heh. That's appropriate. And it feels so good when you finally let it out, huh?” “Haha, yeah!” “But how do you feel about the fetish itself? Do you feel bad about that?” “Well... yeah. How could I not?” “I was just wondering. Because this kind of thing is totally normal, or almost anyway, and I wish someone had been able to show you that earlier, but I was wondering if you felt like your... um, adventure with that Lara chick had satisfied your curiosity or something.” “You mean, do I still want to see girls needing to pee?” “Yeah, I guess that's what I mean.” “Well... the hard-on I was trying to hide this morning in the car says no.” She grinned. “Fair enough. Because this is something I have no trouble doing with you, you know.” “Wait, what?” “I can totally hold it for a while for you. I am pretty darn good at holding it, really.” “I noticed! So, um... you are really, truly offering what I think you're offering?” “Sure! If it gets you all hot, I don't mind. In fact, after hearing your story... I am a tiny bit turned on.” “You're serious?” “Well, maybe I was already turned on and this is just making me a little more. I don't know. We can talk about that later. But right now I'm noticing that we've done nothing but talk, and we have the room to ourselves for at least a bit longer.” Parker swallowed. “We've really opened up a lot to each other,” she said. “But I wanna do a little bit more of that.” “What did you have in mind?” “You know I'm not wearing anything under this towel, right?” “I'd kinda guessed.” She straddled him. The towel rode up to her hips immediately. “Take it off me.” He did as he was told. She looked... amazing. Her legs were like iron, strong and smooth, and her arms were similar. Her skin was pale, and her freckles went on forever. And down between her legs... “God, I wish I could fuck you now,” she said. “But I think we're both too sore and tired to do it right. That's all! No other reason!” she added fast, as she saw the look on his face. “But I wanted you to see me naked, finally.” “Can't we do something?” She laughed. It was a slightly different laugh, a little lower, a little more sultry. “Oh, honey, we will. We will. Look me over, every last inch of me. My body is a promise. “Believe me, we will,” she added in a whisper.
Kayla felt that familiar feeling of nervous excitement in the pit of her stomach as she waited for her boyfriend of two years to exit the walk-in closet. She had been a naughty girl again and it was time for her punishment. It would be something worse than the last one and she knew it. She had grown to love spanking, nipple pinching, and the like from her man, so she pushed the envelope constantly. “Take off your fucking clothes”, Darren commanded as he walked back into the bedroom. He was now fully dressed for work in a suit and tie, which made Kayla even hornier. She shyly undid her sheer nightie, feigning humiliation as her 40D breasts spilled out. Darren ignored the sight of his busty, beautiful lover being illuminated by the morning sun. He threw a pair of grey cotton panties at her along with form-fitting light blue jeans. “Put these on, dirty slut… and you better do it quickly!” he instructed. She realized with slight disappointment that there wouldn’t be a spanking today after all. Oh well, hopefully Darren had thought up something just as fun. She purposefully turned her naked body as she slipped on the panties and jeans, so he could admire her shapely ass. She knew he was wild about her curves. Her beautiful Cuban mother had sure passed down some amazing genes to her. No sooner had she finished her sultry show of dressing up for him, she was dragged into the kitchen by the arm. “Fill up a glass of water, bitch”, he directed again. He produced a blue pill from his pocket and placed it in her mouth. “Now drink!” Kayla wondered what was up as she sipped the water. This was unlike any other punishment he had given her. What drug had she just taken? Maybe she would feel high soon and the torture would really start then. She barely finished the water before he barked again “Good… now fill up that glass and drink again!” Now, she was more puzzled than ever. What exactly was he planning? Did the drug need to be taken with lots of water? Yes, that must be it. Her drinking slowed as her belly filled with water; her morning thirst had long been quenched. “Hurry up, whore- I haven’t got all day here!” Kayla obediently chugged down her second tall glass of water that morning, hoping that would be the final one. No dice. He pointed her towards the sink again and she repeated the exercise. She felt horribly bloated now, to the point where she feared she might vomit. Darren reached into a kitchen cabinet and produced a small chain. Before Kayla could even make sense of what was happening, he had pulled the chain through the belt loops of her trousers and padlocked the ends together. Kayla’s hot excitement immediately turned into a cold panic as she looked down at her bound jeans. “What are you doing, honey?” “Going to work, babe. Have a great day!” He chuckled, as he picked up his briefcase. “Dar, wait! I have my piano lesson today. I can’t hold all this water all day- please!” She begged tearfully. She was feeling like she had to pee already, even though she had used the toilet just minutes before. “Well, you shouldn’t have sat on his lap last time then! By the way, that pill was a powerful diuretic- you’re going to feel thirsty, hon. Make sure you stay hydrated!” With that, he slammed the door behind him, shutting out her protests. That prick! He had really fucked her this time- she had not anticipated punishment of this nature! Maybe she had gone too far with the whole sitting on the lap selfie prank. Darren knew that Kenneth, her piano teacher, was gay. However, that didn’t stop him from punishing her when she took suggestive photos with Kenneth and showed them off inadvertently. It was usually harmless stuff which she had to push her teacher into, like him touching her breasts or her fondling his junk through clothing. However, this sitting on the lap deal had been a step further in Darren’s eyes. Kayla tried to pull her jeans down, without any luck. He had really fastened the chain tightly. She would have to call her sister for help. She was a real estate agent, so it was inevitable that she would have bolt cutters lying around the house. As Kayla walked back to the bedroom, she realized her cellphone wasn’t at its usual spot on her bedside table. She absentmindedly scanned the room, coming to the realization that Darren had stolen her phone. Oh no, she was really in trouble now- she couldn’t even call Kenneth to cancel the piano lesson in two hours! What was she going to do? She would have to drive to her sister’s place and hope she was around. Kayla quickly pulled on a sweatshirt (long enough to hide her chain) and started to walk towards the garage. Wait, where were her keys? Once again, her eyes drifted to her bedside table. That cruel bastard had stolen those too! Dammit, the prick had thought of everything! On cue, she felt her mouth running dry. Despite the ocean of water sloshing about in her tummy, she felt thirsty. She tried to ignore the thirst but the dryness quickly expanded to her throat. She finally got herself some water and sipped carefully. “Just enough to wet my beak,” she thought to herself. She could feel a growing urge to pee already. There were still ninety minutes to go before her piano lesson and she didn’t know how she would be able to play anything if her need for the toilet got much worse. Maybe it would help to watch some TV to get her mind off her predicament. Thinking about all the water in her tummy certainly wasn’t helping matters! Kayla didn’t even get through one episode of a Friends before she found herself shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Fuck, her bladder was filling at an alarming rate! How the hell was she going to hold on until Darren got home? “That SOB better be planning on returning home soon to end this dumb joke,” she thought to herself. Frustrated, she shut off the TV as the ending credits rolled and got up from the recliner sofa. She had to quickly grab her crotch as the sudden movement sent a jolt to her bladder. As she danced in place like a little school girl, she realized there was no way she was going to last the day without wetting her pants. The glass of water she had been sipping was now empty and she was unbearably thirsty again. That pill had her kidneys working overtime and her bladder was filling at breakneck speed. Heck, she would probably pee on the piano bench with Kenneth next to her at this rate! What the fuck was she going to do? Kayla screamed in agony as she dashed around through house doing an awkward pee dance. Her need to pee intensified as she gave in to the protests of her dry throat and sipped more water- it seemed to flow right into her engorged bladder. Her abdomen was hard now, pushing up against the tight waistband of her jeans. She had bought these jeans almost ten years ago, when she was slightly skinnier. They fit a little tighter now and really showed off her curvy feminine body. More importantly, they dug into her stretched belly which held way too much water, making her desperation even worse. There was only a half-hour to go now before Kenneth showed up at Kayla’s door. She desperately racked her brain for a solution to her urgent problem. Her thoughts were dominated by the painful warnings from her bladder and she struggled to contemplate anything other than the possibility of relief. Oh, how good it would feel if she could just let go! Just to be able to sit down on her beautiful toilet and release her waters into that fucking bowl! What a travesty that she had been denied this beautiful privilege she had always taken for granted! Her thoughts drifted to when she had actually been in need of a toilet this badly. Never as a sober adult, as far as she could remember. She had certainly peed outside as a drunk concert-goer several times. There had been one occasion where she could clearly recall peeing her pants because the crowd around her had been too rowdy to escape to a faraway bush or tree. But, that had been a wet, muddy concert and no one had ended up the wiser. Kayla’s eyes fell on the knife sitting on the kitchen counter. That was it! She could cut her jeans! Then she would just be able to pull her panties aside and finally PEE! The chain and waistband would still be a bother, but she could just pull up baggy sweatpants on top. Clutching her crotch with one hand and the knife with the other, Kayla danced to the bathroom. Seeing the toilet almost made her start peeing in her jeans. She dropped the knife on the tiled floor and shoved her free hand into her vaginal area, just barely preventing a leak. She was so close to wetting herself- too close. She had maybe a couple precious minutes before her body would involuntarily expel her urine into her clothes. She would wet herself and there was nothing she would be able to do about it. Bending over to retrieve the knife was hell in itself. Kayla gasped sharply as the act added even more strain on her bladder and she had to engage every ounce of will in her body not to squirt in her panties. Quickly, she turned to face the six-foot mirror behind the bathroom door preparing herself to make the first cut. She realized this was going to be harder than she had anticipated. Her hands were clutching her pussy for dear life and she would surely lose control if she let go completely. She would need to use her right hand to cut while holding herself with the left. She cautiously brought the blade in contact with her right inner thigh. This was going to be tough- the denim cloth really hugged her thick thighs. With a sharp breath, pushed knife into her leg. A stark pain shot up her leg and she screamed. The shock made her drop the knife again and a hot spurt of pee escaped her bladder. She had both hands in her crotch again as she struggled valiantly to stem the flow. Tears streamed down her face as she tried not to disgrace herself in front of her own toilet. She need to pee SO badly. An accident was imminent no matter what she did. Her warm urine would stream out of her bladder and she would soak her skin-tight jeans. Crying helplessly, she inspected her leg. She had succeeded in making a small hole in the tough fabric. The stinging pain was still there, but she had to keep going. Nature was calling and that was that. Once again, she bent over to pick up the knife. As she moved one hand away from her groin, she felt another squirt escape her strained bladder. She clenched hard, just barely preventing the entire flood from escaping her poor body. She could feel the warm wetness on her fingers now. She had already peed through her panties and made a wet spot on her jeans. Kayla straightened up and looked in the mirror again. How pathetic she looked, wetting her pants so helplessly. She put the tip of the knife back into the tiny hole in her jeans. The pain mounted in the tender area but she stubbornly continued on. She had to make a hole in her pants or she wouldn’t get to pee. She bravely pushed the knife towards her inner leg, trying to make the hole a little bigger, but the denim cloth resisted. She would need to use more force. Sighing, she looked at her crying self in the mirror before giving the knife a hard yank. This time, the pain was too fierce. The knife dug into her skin and she knew she had drawn blood. She released the knife and staggered backwards. Any meagre hope of retaining bladder control was lost. Still desperately clutching her womanhood with her left hand, she started wetting her pants. By some miracle, she was able to direct her stumble to the toilet seat, avoiding a hard fall on the tiles. The initial drops of her accident dripped to the floor but the rest, somewhat fortunately, flowed through her jeans into the toilet below. With an exhausted gasp, she surrendered the battle against her bladder and allowed herself to wet her pants. Waves of relief washed over her as she shuddered, listening to the loud stream beneath her. She peed for what seemed like ages, until her large bladder was finally emptied. Then she sat on the toilet seat, feeling the warm wetness on her butt. How good it had felt to finally let go- such relief! The aroma of her urine somehow smelled pleasant to her in that moment, the warmth comfortable, and the relief orgasmic. She must have dozed off on the toilet seat, because the next thing she heard was Kenneth entering the house and announcing that he was there for the piano lesson. Edited October 8, 2017 by fullbladder (see edit history)
Harry Potter was 10 years of age. He had lived with his godfathers since he was three and had got taken away from his relatives because of the abuse he had suffered with them. Harry could remember the abuse as he still had nightmares about it occasionally. He was glad he was out of that place and since he had lived with his godfathers he had everything he could ever wish for. His godfathers Severus Snape and Sirius Black was trying to get Harry out of the house for the first time in a month but Harry didn't feel like going outside. His bladder had been playing up and he kept having accidents. He had told his godfathers about it, but not the extent of it all and as he was a bedwetter anyway he didnt want to admit that he had been having more accidents in the daytime. 'Harry, come on!' shouted Severus up the stairs. 'Coming', Harry answered. They would have to find out then, he thought. Harry went down the stairs into the kitchen where Sirius was cooking breakfast for them all. 'Finally,' said Severus. 'Sev, please don't start with the lecturing', sighed Harry. 'Don't be cheeky, Harry James. We have discussed this already, we are going out to Molly's today and you had better be on your best behaviour. Last time because of your misbehaviour we had to cut the visit short and I don't want to have to do that today, young man. You and Ron have been friends for years so now please eat and then we'll be on our way', Severus told him sternly. 'What? Me and Ron was having a laugh last time. It just went a bit too far', Harry said. 'I know that and that is why we won't be letting things get too far this time. Molly has had a word with Ron already and its time you two knew when things went too far', Severus said. Harry nodded. He wanted to go see Ron and he didn't want to jeopardise that by saying what was on his mind at the moment. 'Good, now then eat', said Severus. 'Severus, leave him be. I think he learnt his lesson last time,' Sirius said. 'Be that as it may, he still needs to realise his actions when he misbehaves', Severus said. 'I know that, and let it be. I'm sure Harry will be good today', Sirius said. Severus sighed. He knew Harry would try and be good, but Severus also knew what a trouble-maker Harry could be when he wanted to be. Once they had finished breakfast and things had been put away Severus and Harry went to the car and made their way to The Burrow. Sirius bid them goodbye, he was going to spend the day doing shopping for the house and then going to see Remus Lupin. Harry settled down in the back of the car, glad that he had gone toilet before leaving as he would never have made it all the way to The Burrow if he had needed the toilet half-way there. He knew he wouldn't need it until later. He just wished he could tell Severus how made it was but he couldn't has he felt so embarrassed. He knew Severus would help as much as he could as Severus was a part-time healer and a Hogwarts professor during the summer break which happened to be now until September, then he would be a full-time Hogwarts professor as well as doing his weekend healing. Harry hated it when Severus was at home much during the week, but he understood and he had Sirius. Twenty minutes later they were pulling up to The Burrow and Mrs Weasley was waiting for them. They got out of the car and Severus greeted Molly. 'Hello Molly. We had a little trouble getting this one out of the house again', Severus said. 'Not to worry Severus, dear. Ron is just tidying his bedroom again. He and the twins thought it would be amusing to splatter the walls with frog slime', said Molly. 'How nice', grimaced Severus. 'Those twins are much the same at Hogwarts. In my lessons though, they are as good as gold. They actually lesson and seem to be interested in the lessons. I hear things though, from the other professors. They have made themselves a bit of a popularity score to be pranksters, I'm afraid'. 'That doesn't surprise one bit with them. I know they have been caught a few times as I have received letters about it, but I dread to think of what they have been doing during the times they haven't been caught', said Molly. 'Don't worry, Molly. They may or may not have told you, that I will be their mentor this year. I hope that I'll be able to put some kind of discipline in them. They don't lack it as they have shown this in my lessons, but they need to have more of it, not just in my lessons. Their reports in the other subjects last term weren't has good as they could be, but then again they had an incompetent teacher as their mentor', Severus said. 'Yes, well, they do need someone who can pull them in line, and I know you will be able to do it, if noone else can', Molly said. 'As a mentor I will have to give you termly reports on them. Whether they are doing well academically and that sort of thing as well as any misdemeanours they get up to', Severus said. Molly nodded. 'Lets get inside. I'm sure Ron and the twins should be done by now'. They entered the house and Harry beamed. He loved visiting here. He had slept over here a few times and Mrs Weasley knew of his bedwetting and was very understanding of it. 'RON, FRED, GEORGE, HARRY'S HERE', shouted Mrs Weasley and they heard a whoop and a scurrying of footsteps coming down the stairs. A minute later came Ron, Fred, and George. 'Hello, Professor' said the twins. 'Boys, you can call be Severus as usual when not at school', Severus told them. 'Come and see what I've been given from Bill', said Ron. Harry nodded they both went up to Ron's bedroom. 'Mum, can we go to the village?' asked Fred. 'Yes, but be back for lunch,' Molly said. The twins went off. 'So, how's Bill finding Gringotts', said Severus. 'He loves it! He's going over to Egypt in a few weeks time to do something for them over there', said Molly proudly. 'He's only been there a month! They must be impressed with him', said Severus amazed. 'They are! A month in a job and a year out of school and he's already going abroad to work for them', Molly said. 'How's Charlie?' asked Severus. 'He's ok, been out most of the summer looking for work ready for when he leaves school. Still determined to work with dragons though', said Molly. 'Shame, he could do well going for a profession in Quidditch', said Severus. 'I know but he's made up his mind, know matter what me and Arthur say to him', said Molly with a sigh, Meanwhile up in Ron's room Harry was laughing hard as Ron told him the story if how Bill managed to get hold of a sack of gold through skulduggery, not that Harry believed Bill to do it which was why it made it so laughable. 'Surely Bill wouldn't do that', gasped Harry. 'No', admitted Ron. 'He earned the money at Gringotts. Anyway if he did do that, he'll be in Azkaban. He's not like that'. 'What did Bill get you?' asked Harry. 'Oh, only a Chudley Cannons signed autographed poster with matching figurines', shrugged Ron. 'How did he manage to get them?' 'Dunno, I think he brought them. Their merchandise are fairly cheap anyway, even things like autographs go for only 5 Galleons', said Ron. 'That is cheap! Sirius bought tickets last year to go and see Puddlemere United play in Scotland, that cost 15 Galleons'. 'Yeah that was each though, wasn't it?' 'Yeah, apparently it was also discounted as he knew one of the players or something', shrugged Harry. 'Wish we could afford to go to a Quidditch match', said Ron. 'I'll talk to Sirius later and ask if he could get you a ticket as well when we go next,' said Harry. 'You don't have to do that'. 'I know I don't but I want to', said Harry knowing how touchy his friend could be about not having any money for things he wanted to do and sometimes even needed. Harry knew how this felt as he could remember what it was like before he came to live with Severus and Sirius all them years ago. 'OK, shall we play exploding snap?' asked Ron. 'Sure', said Harry. ' Edited October 8, 2017 by HarryPotterFun (see edit history)
Harry had won three matches against Ron of exploding snap when his bladder nudged him. He though he had better finish this game and go - he didn't want to have an accident in front of his best friend even though Ron knew of how his bladder could be, all thanks to his relatives not training properly when he was with them. It had also came to light that because of a incident involving his cousin running over him with a trike, it had left him with a very weak bladder. Severus knew this but it had only come to light how bad his bladder was a few months ago. 'How come you have won every game we have played today?' asked Ron as they finished their fourth game, 'Think it something to do with beginners luck', said Harry shifting his weight from his knees. 'Your no beginner. You must be just lucky for a change', said Ron. 'Yeah, not very often I win at this', said Harry standing up. 'Be back in a minute'. 'Yeah, I suppose', said Ron. 'Hurry back, we can have a game of something different'. Harry nodded and walked to the bathroom where once there he locked the door and could grab himself without anyone noticing. As soon as he turned to the toilet, Harry pulled down his jeans and boxers and aimed his member at the toilet, just has he started to leak. He relaxed and peed forcibly into the toilet. He had made it, granted he was on the verge of leaking by the time he had sorted himself out but he had made in nevertheless. Finishing up he flushed the loo and unlocked the door and went back to Ron in his room. 'You ok?' asked Ron when Harry entered the room. 'I am now', said Harry sitting back down. 'Shall we go play some Quidditch. The twins are back from wherever they have been and want to play',said Ron. 'Yeah, not been able to play for a while', said Harry. They both went downstairs and into the yard where the twins, Fred and George were waiting for them. 'Two-a-side Quidditch,' said Ron. 'Yeah, better than not Quidditch', said Fred. 'Lets go', said George. They all got into the air, practicing with a Quidditch set designed for the purpose of practice. Meanwhile, Severus and Molly had joined them in the garden. 'Glad to see Harry outside for a change', said Severus. 'Hasn't he been outside at home?' asked Molly. 'Nope, we've been trying to get him outside for over a month, but he keeps shut up in his room most of the day. To be honest, Molly, I am worried about him. It could be a phrase but somehow I don't think so', Severus said. 'Something is obviously on his mind'. 'Yeah, that what frightens me. Every since we told him about having to go see a specialised healer he's been up in his room. He knows he has to in order to understand why he his body is like it is. He's gone quite withdrawn at home now, and to be honest Molly, I think he is a little depressed about it', said Severus. 'Maybe have a word with him. It might help'. 'I thought about that. But how can I do that?' 'Sit him down, say you would like a word. We've had to do that to Ginny a fair but recently. I'm sure you'll be able to work out what to say', said Molly. Severus sighed. He knew Molly understood about it. 'I think I will try tomorrow, today he is having too much fun and i don't want to ruin that for him'. 'Your right, Sev, but if you need help you can always owl me or Arthur'. 'Thanks Molly, but Mary will be there with me'. 'Mary Dumbledore?' 'Yes, we are married but she kept her maiden name, for ease on the students'. 'I know. Harry still calls you two mum and dad dont he?' 'Yes, this morning though, Harry is calling me Severus, not that it worries me but I think he is building himself up to talk to me about something, what I dont know'. 'Give him time, he may tell you when he feels up to it', said Molly 'I know. I just wish he had the confidence to do so', sighed Severus. 'It could be that he feels embarrassed about whatever it is', said Molly reasonably. Severus shrugged. 'BOYS, TIME TO STOP PLAYING! LUNCH!' shouted Molly. 'I just hope he has the courage soon', said Severus as they went into the kitchen. 'I'm sure he will. He may come to you sooner than you think', said Molly. Severus sighed. He knew Molly had the experience with things like this because of having children of her own. 'Dad', said Harry going up to Severus. 'Yes'. 'Can Ron come over ours another day?' asked Harry. 'Of course he can, but he will have to ask Mrs Weasley', said Severus. Harry nodded. 'I'll make sure he asks'. Severus nodded. After they had all eaten Ron said he was going to fetch his chess set so that he and Harry could play in the living room. The twins went up to their room to do some homework and Ginny said she was going to play with Luna who had called round. 'Severus, Harry seems to be happy enough', Molly commented half an hour later. 'He is. Has Ron asked you whether he could come round our another day?' 'He has, I said it was fine as long as it was alright with you.' 'It is fine with me. As long as he behaves himself, I haven't got a problem with him coming over'. Harry was having so much fun that he didn't take much notice of what his body was telling him until he felt his bladder release itself. He gasped making Severus look at him and Ron to look embarrassed for his friend. 'Harry, whats wrong?' asked Severus kindly knowing exactly what was wrong as Harry's jeans were wet and he knew what could have happened to make them wet. Harry reddened. He had been afraid of this happening. 'You're not in trouble Harry', said Severus after seeing Harry go red. 'It was only an accident'. Harry sighed. 'I know', he mumbled. 'Just wish it didn't happen'. 'Come here and I will spell you clean', said Severus. 'We will talk about this later and I repeat you are not in any kind of trouble for this'. Harry nodded and got up. He felt horrid in his wet things, but nevertheless he walked over to Severus who quickly and silently spelled Harry clean and dry. 'Dad, why does this happen to me?' asked Harry. 'Because your have had trauma done to your bladder, Harry. You are not to blame for this. Your cousin is. This isn't your fault and accidents happen to the best of us, even adults', explained Severus quietly to him. 'Can we go home now?' asked Harry. 'No, not yet. Don't let this spoil the fun you're having. In about an hour we will go. Not before. Besides, it will take your mind off the accident for a while', Severus told him. Harry nodded. He hated this happened to him in front of his best friend but he also knew that his friend wouldn't tease him and make fun of him because of it. None of the Weasleys did, and for that he was grateful to them, respected them even. They was like an adopted family that Severus, Sirius and himself had grown to see them like an extended family.
Rachel Eaves was a very promising Law student who scored well on tests, aced all her essays and blew away the competition in practical sessions. She was popular, pretty but not bitchy and had often stayed late at the library to help other students who were struggling. At 5.8, with tanned skin, chestnut hair and chocolate coloured eyes Rachel was, quite frankly, stunning to look at and had, in the past, turned down several offers from modeling agencies. She was dead set on achieving a first in her degree, graduating with honours and gaining a position at one of London’s top law firms. On paper, everything looked good. She’d undertaken several key internships, showed excellent grades and had outside interests like swimming, ballet, and drama which equaled healthy outlets for the stress every law student feels at some point. So Rachel knew that as long as she prepared well for her mock trial, a critical element of the criminal law module then she would be absolutely fine. Unfortunately, Rachel hadn’t factored Carla into the equation and would soon desperately come to wish that she had. It wasn’t the fact that Rachel was a genuinely nice person liked by staff and students that annoyed Carla, nor was it because Rachel always seemed to beat her scores and make her lose out on being the top student. No, it was because each mock trial group was chosen by the lecturer and it just so happened that Carla’s crush Rob Bridges had been paired as Rachel’s co-counsel. ‘It just wasn’t fair’ Carla fumed and try as she might she couldn’t get Amy Cousins, their criminal law professor, to change her mind. The decision ate away at Carla as she tried in vain to study, images of Rachel and Rob hugging after they won kept coming back to her. Each time she thought about it she grew more and more angry. Carla tried to focus because in her role as opposing counsel her job would be to convince the student ‘jury’ that Rob and Rachel were wrong. However, a lack of sleep mixed with stress over her other modules soon meant Carla had fallen behind on her mock trial preparation. She then realised that she wouldn’t be able to beat Rachel but instead, she might be able to force her to forfeit the case. In the days leading up to mock trial week, Carla spent her time planning her version of the perfect crime, one that wouldn’t just see her pass the assessment with flying colours but would humiliate Rachel all at the same time. Carla wasn’t by nature a vindictive person, but she’d also heard a nasty little rumour that Rob had actually asked not to be paired with her. He’d felt awkward at a party a couple of weeks ago when Carla, utterly wasted, threw herself at him only to have Rob gently prise her away. So by the time the day of the mock trial arrived Carla was consumed with frustration, sadness, and jealousy. Those three make for a heady cocktail of emotions at the best of times but combined with a healthy dose of insecurity the results would be explosive. Rachel wrote down a few notes in her binder while standing in line to pay for her pasta salad at lunchtime. She felt cool, calm and collected but at the same was glad their group had been given an afternoon slot. She’d watched the morning sessions carefully and had seen the assembled professors had been impressed with the performances so far. It was going to be hard to stand out at the same time as making sure that the rest of her team didn’t feel overshadowed. She’d even worn her lucky silk peach panties that day and could feel the soft material underneath her tailored navy skirt suit. Rachel was so focused on writing she didn’t see Carla grab her orange juice from off her tray, open the bottle and quickly pour two large crushed diuretic pills into the liquid. Carla then gave the bottle a quick shake and replaced the cap firmly all in a matter of seconds. She then walked away with a little smile on her face as she thought about the afternoon ahead. Rachel paid for her food and joined her group for some last minute trial prep- it might only be a mock trial but every minute counted. Having eaten her food, she pulled the juice towards her and noticed the seal had been broken but assumed that she must have done it herself. Over lunch, she drank the entire 500ml bottle plus had some water to make sure she wouldn’t feel dehydrated. Finally, she looked at her watch and realised there were only ten minutes left before afternoon lectures. Telling her group she’d meet them outside the library, where the mock trials were being staged, she walked quickly to the ladies room. In the toilet cubicle, Rachel pulled down her underwear and sat gently on the seat while thinking of nothing in particular. A strong, steady stream of pale amber pee flowed out of her pussy into the toilet bowl but soon trickled away as she wiped. Emerging from the stall Rachel washed her hands, checked her make-up and took a few deep breaths before smiling confidently to herself. At first, everything was wonderful. Rachel wasn’t just proud of herself she was thrilled that her team were performing their roles so well. However, and it was just a tiny thing, she kept having the feeling that Carla was watching her, even when someone else was speaking. Rachel simply told herself she was being paranoid and focused her attention on what was happening in the room. Just as the opening statements had been completed Rachel felt something unexpected. She didn’t know how it was possible but she kind of needed to pee again. Normally her bladder was cast iron, so she simply put it down to nerves but the nagging feeling persisted. An hour into the mock trial and Rachel couldn’t kid herself anymore. She needed the ladies room but breaks were carefully scheduled and it would look very unprofessional to request one so early on. Luckily, Rachel was an excellent student and had prepared well so her performance initially wasn’t affected. Gradually though, every time she stood up or sat down she winced lightly as her skirt band dug into her bloating stomach. She started to shift around in her seat which earned her a questioning look from Rob and at one point she had to ask the ‘defendant’ to repeat their answer. Soon Rachel realised that she didn’t just need to pee - she needed to do so very badly and started to sweat. Her panties became moist as her quivering pussy lips held back what seemed to be an ocean of boiling hot female wee. Suddenly, her bladder pulsed and Rachel realised that she was going to have to do the unthinkable and call a recess less than two hours in. Her cheeks flushed pink but she shrugged it off as feeling a little hot and took a deep drink of water. Ten more minutes passed and Rachel was starting to worry. She’d tried all of her tactics for easing her need for the bathroom and unusually none of them seemed to work. Crossing her legs under the table Rachel risked a quick grab at her pussy through her skirt before standing up to speak. Five minutes later and just as she was explaining a key point of law a tiny jet of wee dribbled into her knickers. Rachel froze- had she actually started to wet herself or was it just sweat? As she took her seat she inhaled a deep breath and checked Rob wasn’t looking. The table gave her just enough coverage but they were sitting very close together and the slightest jolt would make him look over. Carefully, Rachel placed her index finger on her panties. They were indeed wet, only a little, barely a drop in reality, but she had actually lost control of her bladder for a moment. Rachel quickly removed her hand only to immediately put it back when she felt the heaviness of her bladder screaming to be emptied. She was forced to cross her legs and grind herself against her hand in order to stop herself from weeing. She couldn’t believe that she was in this predicament and as another tiny jet of piss trickled down her urethra and sprayed out her cunt lips she knew it was only going to get worse. Her bladder seemed to pulse inside her and she could barely focus on what was being said as she fought the endless waves of pain. Suddenly, Rob poked her hard and she jumped forcing a two-second loss of control as wee sizzled into her peach panties. ‘What?’ she whispered. ‘It’s your turn Rachel are you ok?’ Rob muttered. ‘I’m fine’ she replied shortly even though she was anything but as she’d started to trickle again and was worried about the stain showing on her skirt. She was in the middle of cross-examination when a sudden five-second jet hissed out and she knew she was minutes, perhaps seconds away from having an embarrassing potty accident. ‘Your honour’ she muttered as her face flushed crimson and her body shivered. ‘Yes, counselor?’ came the response. ‘May we request a ten-minute recess?’ ‘On what grounds?’ ‘Oh um ah.. she blushed hotter and the judge, played by her lecturer, looked at her closely. ‘Rachel are you ok you’re very pale?’ Rachel groaned as she felt another leak escape her and closed her eyes momentarily. ‘I really need a bathroom break’ she whispered. Amy paused. Here was her star student shaking like a little girl about to wet herself but they were only a third of the way through the assessment. Sympathetically she told the trembling girl that they were due a break in thirty minutes and could she wait. Rachel wanted the ground to swallow her up as she shook her head no, she couldn’t as her wee had started soak through her knickers and down her legs. Amy, more concerned than angry looked at Rachel who was practically in tears. ‘Is it an emergency’ she said kindly. Rachel gulped and brokenly nodded. ‘Very well, there will be a fifteen-minute recess.' No sooner had she said these words than Rachel flew out of the room past her bemused classmates. In the hub hub of noise that followed no one noticed Carla and Rob also exit. Rachel rushed to the nearest bathroom, her hand between her legs in tears as she desperately tried to stop weeing herself. Opening the door, she ran frantically into the toilet but at the sight of what she’d longed for, practically begged for, her bladder simply gave way. Hot, yellow urine flooded her panties, dripped into her tights and squirted down her legs. It then flowed onto the floor soaking her skirt, tights, and shoes. Rachel moaned loudly as torrents of fresh wee cascaded straight down between her legs. She slowly sank into a crouch and felt her wee drum against her quivering pussy lips before falling right into the huge puddle. Her only consolation was that she’d avoiding having an accident in front of her whole class. Gradually, her pee started to slow, the ache in her bladder eased and she felt the stream die away as she surveyed the damage. Her peach panties were utterly ruined and her expensive suit stunk of wee as somehow it had even managed to splash the jacket. Her tights were drenched and her shiny court shoes filled with her own piss. Rachel burst into tears and wondered how it had all gone so horribly wrong. Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the ladies room. It was Rob. ‘Rachel are you ok; it’s just you ran out of there so quickly.' He paused wondering if he should say the rest ‘and um well I know you really needed the bathroom so, um did you make it?’ Rachel shuddered and leaving her mess crawled over to the door. ‘Not really’ she said. ‘Do you need anything?’ Rob asked, ‘like a towel? umm, jeans? new knickers? Hearing Rob say knickers made Rachel giggle despite everything. Rob smiled and asked if he could come in and Rachel, still blushing, unlocked the door. ‘Wooow’ he said as he saw her puddle ‘you really had to go.' ‘Yes,’ Rachel muttered. ‘I did.' Rob told her he’d brought her bag so she could call Amy and explain what had happened, clean up a little and phone a friend to pick her up. ‘Although,' he offered hurriedly ‘I’m happy to take you, or pay for a taxi or whatever.' Rachel smiled again, Rob was a good friend and a brief conversation with Amy reassured her that she had been doing brilliantly up till then and her mark would be more than good enough. Sadly, Amy said the session couldn’t be rescheduled but she would absolutely take the circumstances into consideration and for Rachel to feel better soon. Rachel ended the call and thought carefully. A bright girl, she knew how much her bladder could hold and she hadn’t nearly drunk enough. Slowly, she pulled her orange juice bottle out her bag and it was empty. Well, nearly, a few dregs remained and along with them a strange white powdery residue. Rachel went very still. Had she been drugged? She showed Rob and he said she needed to report it to student services ASAP. Rachel started to feel better, maybe this wasn’t an accident and the powder had made her really unwell somehow. As she stood up a wave of tiredness washed over her which, considering the stress, should be expected. However, Rachel felt more than tired she felt drained and her bladder was so sore. She wobbled and Rob caught her then pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her firmly on the forehead and said ‘we need to get you to the health centre ASAP.' When they arrived Rachel explained to the on-call doctor what had happened and showed him the orange juice bottle. Having heard her symptoms and checking her medical records, the doctor frowned. Rachel had never shown signs of urge incontinence before nor had she been drinking enough liquid to force a massive loss of bladder control. Suddenly his eyes alighted on the pills he’d prescribed for another female student recently. She’d complained of bloating and water retention and so he’d given her a small bottle of diuretics. He checked the prescription form and then made a lengthy call to student services. Finally, he turned to look at Rachel and Rob a grave expression on his face. He explained that he’d given the pills two days earlier to a Miss Carla Benuto and had just learned that she was in the same faculty as Rachel. A cursory look at the bottle itself showed clearly that the bottle had been tampered with which meant an investigation was launched. CCTV showed Carla clearly pouring something into Rachel’s drink in the lunch line and a quick lab test confirmed the powder was a crushed diuretic. As a result, a terrified Carla was summoned to a faculty meeting and quickly expelled from the law programme. Rachel, who couldn’t believe someone would deliberately hurt her, gave a victim impact statement and then the matter was passed onto the police. Rachel continued her degree and she and Rob became an unstoppable legal team after graduation, even setting up their prestigious joint law firm in their mid-twenties. Rachel decided to keep her peach panties even though they were ruined. Firstly, they served as an everlasting reminder to be more careful and secondly, well, they brought her and Rob closer together and thus began the beginning of a beautiful, lifelong friendship. Carla really struggled to find another university willing to take her and ironically developed a habit of wetting the bed. She eventually graduated with a 2.2 but had the awful, embarrassing experience of pissing her panties when collecting her certificate but that’s another story entirely.
Jenny had seated herself on the couch and cast her phone to the TV so she could watch porn in 58 inch high definition. Megan had gone to work and Katy was at school. Jenny's first class was earlier in the morning and she had come home for her lunch break. She had the house all to herself, at least for the next two hours until she had to go back to the university for her physics class. Sitting with her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, she browsed online for some good wetting videos. It didn't take her long to find a good collection and within moments she had her hands in her pants pleasing herself. Suddenly the front door opened. Jenny jumped and fumbled to clean up one of her hands so she could turn off he TV and her phone. She was too late. Standing at the edge of the living room was Megan dressed in her fine black pant suit which she wore to work daily. She looked at the TV, which showed a pleasantly good looking girl admiring in a mirror a pair of jeans she had just peed, then at Jenny, whose face wore an intense expression of guilt. "Busted!" she said as she walked to the dining area and set her purse and work bag down on the table. Jenny had removed her hands from her pants and was holding closed the flaps of her jeans, but she dared not move to fasten them nor turn off the TV. A deep pit had formed in her stomach and she felt as if she wanted to melt into the couch and become one of the cushions. Megan came back into the living room and plopped herself on the couch next to Jenny. They had been living together for less than a month and had only been lovers for just about as long, yet already Jenny was indulging herself in the exhibitions of other women. Her face betrayed her shame as she wondered how Megan would take this, after all, married couples who have been together for far longer frequently separate when one of them gets caught in this situation. She began to tremble. Megan stared at the TV screen which was now displaying an advertisement for male enhancement drugs. There was a deafening silence for several seconds that felt more like minutes or even hours to Jenny. Finally Megan spoke with a half smile and slight chuckle: "Surely you don't get off to viagra knock offs, right?" Jenny glanced at the screen, then back at Megan without making a sound. "Relax!" Megan said as she picked up Jenny's phone, closed the ad, and tapped on another video. She set Jenny's phone back down and then proceeded to unfasten her own pants. She bit her lip and silently slipped her hands into her panties. Jenny's shame melted away and was slowly replaced by relieved surprise as she listened to the gentle sloshing sounds coming from inside Megan's pants. Megan became aware again of Jenny's stunned posture. She removed a hand from her own pants and used it to push Jenny's hands back into her pants as she exclaimed again "Relax!" and added "Did you think I would be mad or something?" Jenny responded only with a sharp exhale and forced smile, which quickly turned into a real smile as she realized in hindsight how silly it had been to expect Megan to be upset. She turned her attention back to the screen and touched herself again under her panties. The unnecessary stress she had put herself under had dried her out and it took several minutes and two more videos for her to begin building toward climax again. Meanwhile, Megan sat next her moaning and shifting on the couch as she orgasmed. There was a thud as Jenny's phone fell to the floor. Megan leaned against Jenny and kissed her neck and chest. Jenny gasped as it added to her ecstasy. Megan's orgasm soon calmed to naught and she laid on the couch with her head leaned on Jenny's shoulder. Jenny was having trouble. It kept building and then subsiding. She couldn't keep it stable and she didn't know why. Megan picked up on this and gladly resolved to help. She kneeled on the floor in front of Jenny and picked up her phone. She started another video and then pulled Jenny's jeans and panties down past her knees, to her ankles, all the way off, and threw them across the room. This excited Jenny. Megan then pulled Jenny's legs apart and leaned in, at first stabbing her tongue right into Jenny's vagina, then she used it to circle and zig zag around and across Jenny's clit. Jenny squirmed, breathed heavily, and moaned involuntarily. She put a hand on the back of Megan's head and grabbed a handful of hair. Megan gripped Jenny's petite hips so she could keep steady in pleasing her lover. Jenny's body began to pulsate and her vagina squeezed as her climax exploded. Cum shot onto Megan's face and into her mouth. She tried to pull back but Jenny, without realizing what she was doing, pushed Megan's head back into her crotch. Megan swallowed and continued dancing her tongue on Jenny's sensual areas. Jenny bucked and smacked her pelvis into Megan's face, but Megan persisted. After a moment or two Jenny began to calm down. She released her grip on Megan's hair, allowing her to come up for air. Megan sat back, still kneeling front of Jenny with a messy face and frazzled hair. Jenny had her head leaned back staring at the ceiling. Megan stood up and retrieved Jenny's pants from across the room. "Thanks" Jenny muttered through still heavy breathing. Megan smiled brightly, feeling accomplished as she headed to the kitchen for a paper towel to wipe her face. She glanced at her watch and shouted "oh shit!" Jenny shouted from the other room "What?" Megan responded "I only have 20 minutes left of my lunch break." "Crap!" Said Jenny who still hadn't put her pants on. Jenny left her pants on the couch and wobbled quickly to the kitchen. "You go clean up and I'll make you a sandwich" "Deal!" Said Megan hurriedly as she rushed down the hallway toward her bedroom. Jenny casually peed on the kitchen floor as she dashed back and forth between the fridge and the counter where she was assembling Megan's sandwich. She threw it in a sandwich bag and filled another with some potato chips. She tossed both into a grocery bag along with an apple and a juice bottle from the fridge. Her feet splashed in the puddle she had so carelessly made on floor beneath her. Megan came darting out of the hallway a few minutes later to find Jenny standing near the front door, still pantless, holding her lunch bag, purse and work bag. Megan hugged her and gave her a kiss "Thanks, love ya!" she said as she took all of her bags and reached for the door handle. "Love you too!" responded Jenny as she watched Megan leave. Suffice it to say that Jenny got very little homework done during her lunch break on this day.
So for whatever reason I kept having this urge to write out an idea I've been having involving Skyrim, more specifically the city of Riften. As one could probably guess from the title, it's largely focused on the major inn in the city, the Bee and Barb, and its Argonian inkeeper Keerava. Plus a Khajiit of my own imagining. Hopefully I can figure out how to continue this because personally I think there should be a lot more Elder Scrolls omo. Keerava was sitting on her stool, behind her bar, in her tavern, just as she did every day. Every second of every day, according to some, since nobody ever really saw her leave from that spot or the main dining hall – rumors had it that she didn’t even sleep. No wonder, with how annoying some of her regulars got. Like that Dunmer, who was walking up to the bar at just that moment. “Have I told you about Valen, my dear?” He leaned on the bar as Keerava turned around to get him his usual drink. “I love when you spin that yarn,” she said with a touch of sarcasm. “Gets better every time you add something new.” She had the cork off a bottle of Black-Briar mead and had one hand searching around the various shelves for a mug. “He killed six Imperial Guards before they dragged him to the prisons.” Romlyn spoke with great pride. Funny, considering Valen Dreth was practically a nameless criminal that ended up dead in the Imperial Prison. It was the Brotherhood, or some escaped prisoner that had a cell near Valen, or something. Keerava couldn’t remember and she really didn’t care anyways. “Was this before or after the Mythic Dawn attacked the Emperor and Valen single-handedly fought them off?” The Argonian barmaid was tired. Her hours were long, money was tight, and at the moment there was something else bothering her, but it was hardly noticeable. “Just shut up and drink, Romlyn.” With that, she handed over the man’s drink and sat back down on her stool, leaning forward with her elbows on the counter and her head in her hands. ‘What I wouldn’t give to be out of this damn town.’ Keerava sighed as she thought to herself of the possible futures. ‘I could be in Morrowind right now if I just had the money.’ She shifted in her seat and wrapped her tail around the stool, letting her head fall onto the countertop. She probably wouldn’t be able to get any sleep, especially if that priest came in and started telling everyone they were sinners, but it was a little bit of rest, and for that she was glad. Azhani was in trouble. For once, it wasn’t because of anything she’d done – not entirely, anyways – it was more because of what she hadn’t done. Namely, she hadn’t stopped to relieve herself on the entire trip over to Riften. Now she was paying for it. Miraculously, the Khajiit had managed to stay dry the whole way there, but about halfway through the cart ride she’d started shuffling around, and eventually that escalated into occasional grabbing and lots of bouncing. And then that escalated to her present situation: both hands dug into her crotch, tail lashing, eyes frantically searching for anything that could be used for relief. With privacy, of course – Azhani had done a lot of things but public exposure was not one of her strong suits. Nor was peeing around people, for that matter; she could not relax enough to let go if someone else was there, even if she were due to explode. So she absolutely needed to find a quiet place to go, away from other people. She ran down one road, attracting a few curious looks, and off to the corner she saw it. A tavern, one that would surely have beds available. Azhani leaked a couple of drops into her black panties at the thought of relief, so she doubled down on her grip and ran for the place. She couldn’t tell the name in her haste to get inside but it looked like the sign said something about Beer and Bread or something. When Azhani got to the door, she was fortunate enough to have someone already standing in the doorway – some patron, no doubt, having had his fill of booze for the day – and she nearly pushed him out of the way, leaving him to stare for a while at her tail as she ran up to the counter. It was thrashing about, moving in all sorts of directions and occasionally curling up around one leg before going back to its original business. The patron shrugged and turned around to look at his map, letting the door swing closed again. The desperate Khajiit ran straight to the first important-looking person in the bar that she could find, that being the Argonian with her head on the counter. The barmaid lifted her head as Azhani approached, and she looked the Khajiit up and down as she hopped from foot to foot with her hands digging into the front of her pants. “If you’ve got the coin, you’re welcome here,” the Argonian said, still staring at the bouncing Khajiit. “This one has coin, yes.” Azhani spoke quickly and had finally stopped jumping around, now standing firmly on the ground and rocking her body instead. “And she needs to rent a room. Right now.” The barmaid seemed to be a little amused at the strange patron’s predicament, and said, “I can see that. Ten septims and the room is yours for the night.” Azhani carefully moved one hand out of her crotch and into her pocket, digging around and pulling out ten gold coins. ‘Khajiit does not need the room for the night’, she thought, ‘but no time to argue.’ Indeed, with that thought she felt a large spurt soak her underwear, fortunately not enough to be felt from the outside of her pants, but enough to let her know that something needed to be done now. “Thank you,” said the Argonian as she slid the coins towards herself. “Room’s upstairs, second door on the right.” The Khajiit simply nodded and bolted away for the stairs, each step as she climbed forcing more and more to drip out of her, until she found herself on the second level and ran immediately for the door the barkeep said was hers. Once inside, she locked the door behind herself and stood there dancing for a little bit, looking around the room. Near the bed she found exactly what she was looking for, so she moved in that direction, reaching out with one foot to pull the chamberpot closer to herself, while simultaneously whipping down her pants and underwear in one swift motion. Her floodgates opened even before she was in position, letting some of her urine splatter on the wooden floor before the room resonated with the sound of a jet of liquid hitting metal. By now Azhani was in a squatting position over the little pot, and she sighed in relief as she widened her stance a bit and leaned forward some so that she could be sure she didn’t spill anything. Her tail waved behind her in a little satisfied flourish, and when her stream finally finished she simply used her tail to wipe off. Standing up, she decided not to re-dress, and instead took her bottom clothes completely off to inspect them. Her panties were fairly soaked, but they were black so the damage was hard to see, and her gray pants had a dark spot half the size of her fist on the crotch. Azhani set her clothes on the windowsill to dry and went to lie down in her rented bed for some hard-earned rest. At the moment, the formerly pee-filled Khajiit was not the only one falling asleep in Keerava’s bar. Turns out the Argonian did manage to get some sleep – all the patrons were either too drunk to care about her, or they were busy annoying Talen, or they even went home despite there still being a few hours before sunset. So she laid there, using her scaly arms as a pillow as she was slumped forward on her barstool. Her tail and legs occasionally twitched unconsciously, but otherwise she was well and truly sleeping. Dreaming, even. Dreaming of Morrowind, of being on the farm with her family – not what most people would dream of, but being with family sure beats dealing with drunken idiots all day. Only, there was a bit of a problem. Keerava was dreaming, sure, but in the waking world her body was shifting, moving around, gradually getting faster and happening more often. She managed to wrap her legs around each other in her sleep, and eventually her tail wound up in her lap as well. One could only imagine what was going on in her dream, but it was obvious what was going on in the real world. But surely she would have woken up by now? Perhaps she would have, but Keerava was no stranger to situations like this – granted, usually they were while she was awake, but her dedication to her job left her very little time for herself, so her body was strong and resilient. Especially the specific part of her body troubling her now, which was also stronger than usual on account of Keerava being an Argonian, their natural marshy habitat requiring them to withstand lots of hydration for a long time. And she trained herself to hold even more, which is why all that she was doing at the moment was wiggling around, not waking up. Perhaps she would have been awakened more easily if she weren’t so exhausted, and she surely would be awake by now if Talen had noticed. Strange that he hadn’t, her movements were definitely not subtle – and yet there he was, walking around the dining hall in the tavern tending to what few patrons remained. Sweet dreams don’t last forever, though, and lo and behold Keerava did awaken, immediately pressing a hand between her legs. She felt a bit wet down there – that must have been what woke her up. Her legs were already crossed, though she uncrossed them and crossed them again the other way, looking around, and thinking to herself. ‘How long was I out? And why do I have to piss so bad?’ Having very little time to consider the question, she looked over at the dining hall, glad that it was mostly empty and whatever people were there, including Talen, were facing away from her. She stood up, almost immediately regretting the decision and planting another hand in her crotch and bending over. ’Gods, this isn’t good. I have to take care of this quickly or-‘ Almost as if on cue, Keerava felt a brief squirt of pee dampen her inner thigh – and it was getting into her scales, too. ‘Or that.’ The Argonian turned around, and saw an empty bucket. Very versatile tools, buckets, especially for a barkeep. This particular bucket was intended to hold water from Lake Honrich, for cleaning the floors and tables with. Fortunately enough, the bucket was currently empty, and as such Keerava was preparing for it to hold a different kind of water. She hobbled over to the bucket, removed one hand from its place snugly between her thighs – this eliciting a wet response from her body, which was clearly not pleased with this action and demonstrating its discontent by leaking – grabbed the bucket, and moved as quickly as she could behind the nearest shelf. The shelves there didn’t provide much cover – she could easily be seen from most angles – but Keerava didn’t care. She dropped the bucket, causing it to land on its side and nearly roll away, but she stuck out her foot and expertly kicked the bucket into a proper position directly between her legs. Keerava removed the last hand from her crotch, leaking yet again, and grabbed at her waistband with both hands. She tore her pants down, and grabbed at her panties to move the crotch out of the way. Immediately upon doing so, she let out a torrent straight into the bucket. She would have blushed if she could, because the sound of liquid hitting the inside of the container was surely ringing out throughout the entire room. Keerava didn’t really care, of course, and instead closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. After a minute, her stream weakened, and she readjusted to make sure that it would continue to go directly into her makeshift toilet. When she finished, she released her hold on her panties, causing them to snap back into place – though uncomfortably, since now they were cold and wet rather than the much-preferable warm and wet – and gathered her pants back up to where they were supposed to be. Looking around to make sure nobody could see her, she picked up her bucket, snuck outside, and rushed over to the nearest canal, into which she dumped the bucket’s contents. Hopefully nobody was watching – and hopefully no thieves would use this bucket against her for a while. She’d heard the stories, shops getting robbed while the owner stood by helplessly, head trapped inside a bucket or a basket or some such item. But Keerava simply sighed and headed back inside – such things were not worth worrying about at the moment.
Speaking of more Elder Scrolls content... Azhani woke up suddenly – there was a loud noise, but for some reason that wasn’t the concern at the moment. She sat up in bed and looked around, trying to remember where she was. She blushed when she realized why she had ended up in this inn room, and then stood up and went over to the window to retrieve her only clothes. Dry, with a hint of stale urine smell, but perfectly wearable otherwise – not that she had a choice. Looking out the window she determined that it had been at least twelve hours since she had fallen asleep, and she was turning around to head downstairs for breakfast when she heard another loud noise. Two, actually, in succession. The first sounded like a roar, but it didn’t sound like any animal Azhani had ever heard of. The second followed immediately afterwards and sounded like lots of metal crashing together, but also vaguely like a man yelling. The building shook as the second sound rang out. Not much liking the prospect of being inside an unstable building, Azhani ran downstairs and outside, first seeing the Argonian innkeepers crouched behind a stack of crates on the street. Then there was another roar, and she looked beyond them and saw a massive creature across the canal, two wings, two legs, covered in scales, and a head the size of her entire body. ‘Dragon?’ Azhani asked herself. ‘Aren’t they supposed to all be dead?’ As it turns out, this one was not dead, and at present was opening its massive jaws to spew fire down the street it was on – Azhani just noticed that there was a person standing there, a rather large man nearly covered in steel plates and wearing a red hood, who now had his arms in front of him to project a ward. Azhani also decided it’d probably be best to get to cover, so she rushed over to the crates the Argonians were hiding behind and crouched down just low enough to see the action. Of course, her body had to take that opportunity to remind her that she’d been asleep for the last twelve hours and she should probably find somewhere private, but the adrenaline of the dragon encounter kept her need in check. For now, anyways. The dragon’s assault died down, and the man it was targeting put his hands down, and held them out to his sides. He leaned back, his mouth open as if gathering breath, and in an instant, a great booming voice called out, “FUS-“ And then the great metal clashing was heard again, the world seemed to shake, and the dragon reeled back, stunned. Azhani covered her ears as the noise rang out, but when the ground shook beneath her that left nothing stopping her from leaking a good deal, a new spot re-wetting her underwear. She shoved her tail between her legs as a response and wiggled her butt, still watching the action. Azhani reasoned with herself, ‘people piss all the time. How often would they see a dragon?’ and stayed exactly where she was. As the dragon was recovering, its prey jumped up, sword in hand, and Shouted: “WULD” He was instantly thrown forward, closing the gap between himself and the dragon, ending up on its head, where he promptly directed his weapon straight into one of the dragon’s eyes. It lurched and flung the man off in rage, causing him to fly halfway to the town gate. The dragon made a few vain attempts to claw at the sword still stuck in its eye, but eventually let its head fall to the ground, letting out one last weak blast of fire before ceasing all movement. The dragonslayer stood up and brushed off his armor with his hands, but made no other motions – he just stood there, waiting. Azhani wiggled a bit more as she wondered was he could be waiting for, but was quickly answered by the dragon being suddenly engulfed in a bright light, its scales disintegrating, leaving only a massive skeleton behind. And at the same time, the light surrounding the dragon seemed to be reaching out to the man who had just killed it. It was flowing into him, almost – Azhani mentally reprimanded herself for thinking about things flowing into other things at the moment. She heard a voice to her left, the innkeeper Keerava: “Is he…?” The other Argonian, whose name she did not know, responded, “I think he is.” Small crowds of people hiding behind various other things nearby could also be heard whispering such things. Once the light faded, the Dragonborn casually walked over to the dragon, waving at a brick wall nearby to summon a brown-haired Nord woman who was standing behind it, out of Azhani’s view. This woman stood off to the side as the Dragonborn started trying to tear off pieces of the dragon’s massive ribs – but Azhani could see no more as he was quickly swarmed by townsfolk asking him questions and trying to get a closer look at their hero. Azhani, too, decided it might be a good idea to join the crowd. It wasn’t a decision her body agreed with, and when she stood up she felt the weight of twelve hours of urine hit her bladder, but recovered well enough and wandered over to the back of the crowd as casually as possible, her tail having been removed from her legs and replaced with a hand that she assumed nobody could see stuffed down her pants. She stood on her toes, trying to see what was currently happening in the middle of the road, but could only hear the clamor of everyone else in the crowd and the occasional cracking of dragon bones being torn off. ‘At least they’re all looking at him’, she thought as she picked up one leg and rubbed it against the other. Looking behind herself to make sure everyone was looking at the Dragonborn and not at her, she noticed Keerava giving her a funny look before heading back inside – her companion had joined the crowd, and Dragonborn or not someone has to stay in the bar, right? Azhani blushed and returned to her dancing and trying to get a closer look at the stranger. She hoped something interesting would happen soon, her need was getting worse by the second and she really didn’t want to go back up to her room and potentially miss ever actually getting to meet someone as legendary as a Dragonborn. Suddenly, she felt an overpowering urge and let out a three-second stream involuntarily, soaking her hand and even getting her pants wet. “Nnnnnnn- come on, people, Azha can’t seeee…” she muttered, still more concerned with the town’s savior than her own needs. A very unwise concern, considering she was now leaking more and more every time she jumped from one leg to the other – which was happening very often. The Khajiit groaned and removed her hand, which was drenched all the way through to her skin, as she felt a stream start. She knew by now she couldn’t stop it, so she didn’t try, and let it escalate on its own, at first trickling down her thighs, and then rushing straight through the fabric at her crotch and pooling on the street between her legs. Fortunately for the rest of the crowd she was far enough back for the puddle to not spread to them, and the road here was sloped towards the canals anyways so most of her lake just flowed down to join the real one. Despite the relief, tears welled up in Azhani’s eyes as she realized that she was actually wetting herself in public for the first time in years – since she was a kit, if memory served. And yet there she was, a full-grown adult, with her only pair of pants soaked beyond any hope of being salvaged and just getting more and more wet. Still felt good, though, she wouldn’t deny that, and eventually her stream did slow down and eventually stop. She turned around as soon as it did, not bothering to check the damages that she knew were extensive – but of course, at that exact moment the crowd decided to disperse, and she froze as she heard metal footsteps on the cobblestones nearby. She looked over her shoulder and saw the Dragonborn stop and look towards her, but he faced forwards, blushed, and clenched his fists as soon as he noticed she was looking at him. He muttered something that sounded like “damn plate armor”, stammered for a moment, and called out “Lydia! Eh, give me your bag.” Azhani looked over at the Nord assistant the Dragonborn had, apparently called Lydia – she had what looked to be the dragon’s entire ribcage cradled in her arms, and just looked at the Dragonborn with a bewildered expression and showed him what she was carrying. ‘Surely that’s far too heavy for anyone to actually carry, no?’ Azhani could still think clearly, which was a bonus, but for as much as she could think about walking away her legs absolutely refused to go anywhere. She heard the Dragonborn say, “I see your point, I’ll get it myself.” And she yet remained rooted to the spot as the Dragonborn shuffled through Lydia’s things, and she wanted even more to run off when she heard that his plated footsteps where heading directly towards her. But she could not, and so the Dragonborn tapped her on the shoulder. Azhani looked over at him behind her back, and saw that he couldn’t actually bring himself to make eye contact – and his face was completely red. “Uh, I figured you’d, uh, need these”, he managed to say, extending one arm that held… pants. Warm-looking cloth pants. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that offer, but considering this was her only option if she didn’t want to run around half-naked – which she really did not have any plans to do – she took the clothes from the Dragonborn and managed to mumble a “thank you”, and looked at her feet for a little while. She heard the Dragonborn say “R-r-right then. Uh, come… Lydia! Let’s go sell those bones.” He marched right past Azhani towards the blacksmith’s store – as he walked by Azhani noticed that his legs were stiff. Lydia followed behind him, slowly, angrily muttering to herself “sworn to carry” over and over. Once the two had gone out of sight, Azhani looked around. She could feel that she wasn’t completely empty, and the streets were deserted right now. So she slowly made her way over to the nearest alley, with her new pants hanging over her shoulder. When she was sure she couldn’t be seen, she just crouched down and forced whatever was left in her out – she was already wet anyways, what harm would a little bit more do? She sighed as she heard her little stream trickle out onto the stone, a pitiful display compared to what had just happened a few minutes ago, but after a little bit she finally felt completely empty, and rushed back to the inn as fast as she could to get changed. I describe the sound of Unrelenting Force as metal smashing together because, in-game, only the player character actually hears it as "FUS RO DAH" when they use it themselves. Whenever a Draugr or Ulfric Stormcloak uses it on you, you just hear "FUS" and then a bunch of metal, and you can maybe make out "RO DAH" if you listen closely. So, since that's probably a universal trait of the Shout, the LDB here sounds like a Draugr or Ulfric when he uses it, too. Edited October 10, 2017 by Sake (see edit history)
Be careful when you wish for more Skyrim fanfiction, because you may just end up with... more Skyrim fanfiction. On second thought, don't be careful. Just keep wishing. Wish harder, even. --- Lydia followed her master into a tavern – he was the Dragonborn, so perhaps getting drunk wasn’t the best for his image, but he was a Nord too, and what else would one expect a Nord to do after a fight but drink himself into next Loredas – and she was glad for the chance to rest. It had been a long journey to Riften, and then immediately upon arrival there was a dragon to deal with, and then she had to carry dragon bones halfway across town to give them to some other poor sap who then had to figure out what to do with them, probably going broke just getting them. Her arms hadn’t been this sore in years. She could hardly lift the mug of beer the Dragonborn had ordered for her, but at least she got to sit at the bar and rest. Plus, she could always find the energy to lift beer to her mouth no matter how tired she was. The Dragonborn was seated to her right and engaged in conversation with the Argonian behind the bar, with the Dunmer to his right occasionally chiming in with some insipid comment about something. His name was Romlyn, apparently, since whenever he said anything the barkeep would tell him “Shut up, Romlyn.” At present, though, Romlyn was silent, drinking his mead – the entire place had quieted down, in fact. The Argonian noticed the silence and spoke to break it: “I don’t believe I ever got your name?” The response from the Dragonborn came as “Bjorn Ironside”, and included a slight bowing of his head. Then, of course, came the comment from Romlyn: “So does that make you the Dragonbjorn?”, and this time the response of “Shut up, Romlyn” came from the bartender and Bjorn at the same time. All the while, Lydia was sat on her barstool, slowly working on the mug of beer in her hands, hardly paying any attention to anything around her. She wouldn’t have noticed that a Khajiit had come to stand by the bar as well had the Argonian not said something about it. “How long were you planning on staying in town, Khajiit?” Lydia glanced over – she had seen this same Khajiit just a few hours ago, although not in blue pants. The Khajiit answered, “Actually, this one had forgotten why she was even in town until now. May need to be here all month. But- “ “But you have no money.” Keerava – Lydia had learned her name after hearing another Argonian say it in passing - cut the Khajiit off. “No money, you don’t live here, but you don’t want to be left out in the streets.” “Yes, Khajiit would very much like to not live in the streets,” was the response. “Well, I can’t house you for free. But as I’m sure you can see, I’m overworked. Especially with this idiot-“ Keerava pointed at Romlyn with two fingers, “And at this rate our friend here’s gonna drink me into even more debt-“ Now she pointed at Bjorn, who had managed to tear through half a dozen bottles of mead without even a hint of drunkenness, “So if you want to live here, you’ll have to work for me.” By now Lydia was barely paying any attention to the conversation, but she heard the Khajiit respond with a rather enthusiastic “Yes”, and then Keerava called for someone named Talen, and then he started talking to the Khajiit about work. She had better things to focus on, anyways. Her beer had already been refilled once and she was halfway done with the new mug, and now she was just waiting for Bjorn to be done drinking and dismiss her so she’d be able to get to bed. It took a great deal of strength just to stay awake. Strength, of course, was not something Lydia was lacking, but a long journey and a day of bearing the Dragonborn’s burdens had taken a lot out of her. Plus, sitting there drinking wasn’t really helping to distract from her own burden. Sure, she could probably wait a while longer, but her bladder was already making itself known, and it’d be much better to deal with it sooner rather than later. The only problem being, of course, that as a housecarl Lydia couldn’t let her Thane out of her sight unless she was specifically dismissed. Finding an appropriate place to relieve herself would mean leaving Bjorn alone – not a problem for him, of course, but she did swear an oath and had every intention to honor it. She knew she could wait, so just pressed her legs together and kept drinking. Drinking wasn’t the best course of action in this situation, but she had to at least finish what she had. Several minutes passed quite uneventfully, with Bjorn telling stories about Helgen and Whiterun, the newly-hired Khajiit sweeping floors, and Lydia continuing to keep her legs as close together as possible, though now with her right leg bouncing. She’d have grabbed at herself by now, but considering the fact that she was seated at the bar, with patrons and a bartender to potentially notice, she resisted the temptation, wondering when she’d be able to leave, pee, and get some rest. Lydia didn’t need to wonder for very long, since she noticed Bjorn stand up and stretch, and prepared to do the same… but then she saw him walk over to Talen and enter into a deep conversation. She sighed, and felt a leak dampen her underwear. ‘If he doesn’t hurry,’ she thought, ‘I may be in trouble here.’ But he did not hurry, and even when his conversation was finished he decided to linger around and talk to apparently every single person in the bar at that moment. She felt another leak and quietly groaned. The sound of other patrons getting refills just made things worse. Something would need to be done very soon unless she wanted to end up wet. Lydia saw Bjorn walk off into the larger dining room, and slowly stood up to follow him so she wouldn’t lose sight of him behind a wall. Her need worsened as soon as her feet hit the ground, and she crossed her legs for a moment before shuffling off to the dining room. There, she found an empty table at a nearby corner, and took a seat. From there, Lydia could see the entire room, but odds are nobody would see her unless they were looking for her. That gave her an idea. Her legs weren’t very heavily-armored, and she was wearing a thick green travelling cloak. If she covered herself with it, nobody would see her do what needed to be done – and if they saw, they wouldn’t think twice about it and would most likely just assume she was cold. Another leak, this one much more substantial, motivated her to go ahead with the plan. ‘I just hope nobody can hear it,’ she thought as she raised herself off the chair slightly, lowered her pants and damp panties to her knees, and pulled up her cloak so she wouldn’t be sitting on top of it. Then she sat down again, inadvertently letting a small burst of pee out when she made contact with the chair, and quickly threw her cloak over her legs. Her right arm was under the cloak, holding it up above her legs a little bit to ensure it wouldn’t get wet, and her left was balled into a fist on the table. Another leak added to the small puddle on the chair – and her legs, which were pressed together again while Lydia built up the courage to release. With one last look around the room to make sure nobody was looking at her and to confirm Bjorn had not left the room, she spread her legs and let go. Her stream took a second to start, and when it did it was a mere trickle, despite the intense pressure in her abdomen and the strength of her leaks, but it quickly turned into a veritable river, pooling onto the chair and soaking the underside of Lydia’s legs and butt. She was shaking and had her eyes still scanning the room to see if anyone was paying her any attention. Her cheeks were flushed and her left hand was now covering her mouth to prevent her from making any noises. She was, of course, still making noises, her thick stream most definitely audible, and now that the chair had been filled there was the added noise of constant dripping as a puddle formed on the floor beneath the table. Lydia could only hope that the cloak covering her blocked some of the noise, and since she could still hear drinks being poured in the other room assumed that anyone that could hear her would think it was that. After a minute, the stream started to subside, and when it returned to a trickle Lydia started to lift herself off the chair again. When it became merely the occasional drip, Lydia quickly redressed herself, feeling the cold wet spot on the crotch of her underwear heat up a little bit as the last drops came out. Looking down, she saw a rather significant puddle on the chair and under the table, with the puddle on the chair still slowly feeding into the one on the floor, which was just about to reach her boots when she stopped. Blushing even deeper, she quickly shuffled away from the scene of the crime, released her cloak when she was sure it was safe, and hurried over to follow Bjorn, who was now finally heading upstairs. And that's the three major characters in this. Before anyone asks, no, I won't be writing anything focusing on Bjorn. He's a side character, plus I'd rather write stuff that I'm into and I'm not into male omo. Edited October 14, 2017 by Sake (see edit history)
Oh, look, an update. When dawn broke on the day after the Dragonborn’s arrival, Azhani and Talen were the only two people on the ground floor of the inn. Having awoken only recently, neither of them seemed to have noticed, but when Azhani went to get an apron and broom from behind the bar, she rubbed her eyes, looked around, and asked, “Where is Keerava?” Talen seemed surprised to hear a voice, almost jumping and frantically searching the room for the source for a brief moment before realizing where he was and who was talking to him. “What? She’s right over, uh,” he started, “wait, she’s usually down here.” “But she is not.” The Khajiit was leaning on her broom, hands on the top of it and her head on her hands. Her eyes kept trying to close themselves, but she would always force herself to stay awake whenever that happened. “Probably thought she could get a day off with you working here now. Out exploring the town, I bet.” Talen was currently checking all the kegs to make sure they were full, and replacing ones that weren’t. Azhani yawned and twitched her ears. “So what do we do?” “First, we eat,” Talen said, dropping a plate, a fork, and a mug for each of them onto the bar. “Then I suppose I’ll stay here and serve and you can wait around, clean up whatever needs to be cleaned up, and make sure people at the tables are getting whatever they need.” By the time any customers started to show up, it was a few hours into the morning. The empty time between dawn and then was filled mostly with preparing the bar to make sure it could handle the day’s business, and cleaning up from the night before. Especially the cleaning part – Azhani actually spent that entire time cleaning up some massive puddle left on one of the chairs and the floor. Pungent enough to be easily identifiable to a Khajiit nose, but that didn’t make it any less strange. It even reminded her that nobody ever told her when she’d get a break. Not that she needed to know at the moment. It would be a long day ahead, though, especially if Keerava didn’t turn up, wherever she was. Hopefully she’s enjoying her vacation, Azhani thought, she probably doesn’t get very many. Conveniently, at that exact moment Romlyn Dreth wandered into the bar. Understandable why she would want to get away. Good thing he’s Talen’s problem. Sure enough, he immediately situated himself on a barstool and started telling his stories. Talen was looking at Azhani with pleading eyes, but she just shrugged and playfully waved her tail at him before hauling her broom off to some remote corner. She pretended to sweep her corner for some time, before she heard a set of footsteps heading down the stairs, followed by some comment from Romlyn, and then a loud and clear “Shut up, Romlyn” from Bjorn. He appeared shortly after in the dining hall with a nearly-charred leg of some large bird, took a seat, and waved Azhani over as soon as he noticed she was there. “Do you need something, Dragonborn?” she asked as she approached. Bjorn took a large bite of his bird-leg before speaking. “Where’s your boss? Isn’t she, well, always down here?” Azhani shrugged and tipped her head slightly. “Don’t know. Woke up, came down here, she was already gone.” Bjorn leaned back as far as he could in his chair, food still in hand. “So she left you to take over her schedule, huh?” The Khajiit nodded silently, and in response Bjorn gave a slight grin. “Interesting.” Azhani either didn’t notice that last comment or pretended not to hear it, and commented on her current workload: “This one may have to stay at work here until nightfall. Business will pick up in a few hours, for sure.” She sighed. “Very tiring day indeed.” “Indeed…” Bjorn started chewing on his bird-leg, staring off at something in the distance, before asking with his mouth full, “Buy yuh uh drink?” The response was a shrug and a “Why not” from Azhani. “Something from Cyrodiil, please,” she added. The Dragonborn nodded and wandered back to the bar, refusing to put his food down. Azhani could only see his back, but from the bar Talen would be able to see Bjorn smirking again, if he cared to look. Sure enough, business picked up, and by the afternoon the inn was quite busy – not as much as an inn somewhere in Whiterun or Solitude, but still rather busy by local standards. One of the priests of Mara from the nearby temple even showed up to preach, and the Dragonborn bought an amulet from him. Oddly enough, the Dragonborn had spent the entire day simply wandering around on the ground floor of the inn, wearing plainclothes and carrying a dagger on his belt instead of the longsword he brought to town. He even seemed to be lacking in an assistant – Lydia would show up occasionally but whenever she came back she’d be sent off on some new errand. Azhani was busy too, of course, and spent a large portion of time gathering used plates and the like, and bringing them to a large bucket behind the bar. They’d be taken care of later, the rest of the inn still needed cleaning. Whenever she got a chance to rest, the Dragonborn would buy her a glass of Imperial liquor, which she would always down quickly before getting back to work. There was, of course, one rather obvious problem with that. Delicious though the liquor may be, a Khajiit can’t just keep drinking them forever. Room for more would eventually need to be made – and without any extended periods of quiet, that inevitability would be very inconvenient. Azhani, of course, despite the incident the day before, was still very much incapable of intentionally disgracing herself by handling such an inevitability in public. And so it was that she came to regret accepting Bjorn’s offers of free drinks – which she just now realized she could have been getting herself anyways, since drinks were part of her payment – and began considering ways to deal with what very soon would become a problem. Waiting as long as she had yesterday was definitely not an option, as Bjorn’s gift of pants was still her only clean legwear at the moment. Her original clothes had been tossed in with the Argonians’ laundry, which nobody had found the time to do just yet – and when they did get around to it the wetness would be clearly visible on the gray material of her pants. Some solution was definitely necessary, sooner rather than later, or she’d have nothing to wear and would have to hope her fur would provide enough cover. Thinking about a solution was not as easy as Azhani had hoped, though. There was always something new that needed doing, especially now that the regular patrons had been drinking for a few hours and engaging in all manner of drunken recklessness. Whenever she would stop, either to clear a table or clean up some idiot’s vomit or the blood and teeth left over from the usual Nord barfight, she’d have her legs crossed, hopefully as discreetly as possible. And to make matters worse, she’d still get thirsty and would force herself to accept yet more offers of drinks from the Dragonborn. You’d almost think he planned for this, she thought when she went to claim her most recent drink. He seems very much too interested. Indeed, Bjorn had been watching the Khajiit intently the entire time, looking over at her with the greatest subtlety and carefully positioning himself in just such a way that it looked like he was just wandering around the bar, but could also keep an eye on her no matter where she went. Keerava still isn’t back yet, Azhani thought, making another round. She might have planned for this too. But she’s not here to see it. The Khajiit was unsure of how she felt about that. On one hand, that’d be one less person to see her as she gradually got more and more desperate. But on the other, Keerava running off without a word to do Divines-know-what surely indicated she wanted to put her new employee into this state. And maybe she wanted to annoy Talen, too – he was currently behind the counter staring at Romlyn, possibly envisioning the many ways he could make the Dunmer stop talking. In fact, maybe that was most of the reason, but Azhani still couldn’t shake the thought that maybe someone had intended for her to be working all day, with no good chance of a break, just to see what happens to her. Fortunately enough, the need to run around the inn had diminished – unfortunately the only need to have done so – as most of the patrons were now at the bar. There was still lots of work to be done, of course, but at least Azhani could stay mostly in one area, and didn’t have to run around and jostle her bladder. A good thing, too, since her need just kept getting worse. She did get to take advantage of the ability to stand still to slip a hand underneath her apron and up against the front of her pants, maybe pretending to be adjusting her shirt or something. That brief moment of relief didn’t last very long – as soon as Bjorn noticed Azhani wasn’t running around anymore, he was already right beside her with a new drink, and a mug of his own this time. It did take her a while to consider her options, but eventually she reluctantly accepted the offer and drank yet again. At least the drinks weren’t liquor anymore, and hadn’t been for a few hours – instead, they were milk, no doubt a joke either about her being a Khajiit or asking for something Imperial. “Tiring work, huh?” Bjorn said, trying to make some kind of small talk while also occasionally taking a swig from his mug. Azhani responded with a nervous half-laughing half-growling sound as she crossed her legs as tightly as possible, licking the milk out of her glass more like a housecat than a Khajiit. She could drink it slower that way, and it wouldn’t look weird if she didn’t respond because she was drinking. Eventually, though, she did need to respond, and said, “Very tiring. Haven’t had a good break all day.” The Dragonborn took another swig of his drink and seemed to be checking out the Azhani’s legs. She quickly uncrossed them and instead pressed her thighs together as much as possible, not wanting to have her situation on display. Bjorn almost seemed to have smirked again but if he did he almost immediately had his mug up to his mouth again to hide it. “Y’know,” he said, “I’d be glad to help if you need anything.” He was now leaning back against the nearest wall, with Azhani off to his right side. The Khajiit was not expecting such an offer, so could only stammer and respond “N-no, no, don’t need help, thanks, no.” She quickly downed what was left of her milk and was looking for some way to get out of the conversation, fortunately being distracted by a thud from the dining room and a voice calling out “Shit!” She gave an awkward smile, practically shoved her glass into the Dragonborn’s hand, and rushed over as well as she could to see what had happened. What she saw was a patron standing near a table, looking at a mug that had fallen off the table and spilled its contents onto the floor. Don’t think about spilling, Azhani commanded herself, realizing there may not be much time before she did the same. When the patron saw her, she waved him off to the bar to get another drink, pulled a rag out of a pocket in her apron, and made her way over to the spill to clean it. Upon bending down to get to work, though, she felt herself leak into her new pants – directly, since her only set of underwear was also in a basket waiting to be cleaned. She immediately jumped up and moved a hand to cover her rear, just in case it was visible from behind, quickly looking around to make sure nobody saw. Fortunately the dining room was mostly empty now, and the only people who were there were facing away from her. Bjorn was the only other person in the bar who could possibly see her – he probably did, but she couldn’t be sure since he was quite good at hiding it if he was looking. Once she was sure nobody was looking at her, or at the very least nobody but the Dragonborn, she bent down again, this time staying dry, and got to work cleaning the spill. She needed to use two hands for it so had her tail shoved between her legs to apply some modest amount of pressure. The pressure from the outside couldn’t compete with the pressure from inside, though, and soon enough another leak escaped, getting her tail slightly wet. Azhani let out a quiet groan and thought, This is not good, need to do something soon. She looked at the puddle of spilled drink on the floor in front of her. There was still a significant amount of it left – the dropped mug must have been nearly full at the time – and with only Bjorn potentially able to see her at the moment she had some degree of privacy. Nobody would notice if this got a little bigger… She didn’t want to consider that as an option, but there weren’t very many choices available at the moment – and that amount would quickly diminish further over time. Maybe just a little bit? No time for anyone to notice if it’s just a little bit. The puddle on the floor was not growing any smaller in the time it took Azhani to consider whether or not peeing right then and there was a viable option. If she could just let a little bit out, she reasoned that she’d be able to wait until something more appropriate and more private became available. But then, would she be able to stop once she had started? Would she even be able to start at all with people potentially watching? All sorts of questions flew through her head, but were quickly dismissed by another leak, larger than the two before, leaving a few drops on the floor. Fuck it, she thought. With another look around the room to make sure people were paying more attention to their food than to her, she grabbed her pants from behind and moved them as far down as she could without changing position. Moving her legs ever so slightly apart, she closed her eyes and forced herself to let go. After a second, she felt a short burst shoot out of her and heard it land on the floor with a quiet pattering noise, followed by a slight involuntary trickle. She tried again and this time there was a thick stream, running directly into the puddle of spilled drink. Azhani started to sigh but almost immediately realized that the stream was making far too much noise, and when she opened her eyes she remembered that she shouldn’t be doing that here. Almost as soon as she started she forced herself to stop, though her body refused to listen to her for a few seconds, leaving her to wonder if anyone would catch her before her stream finally died down. As soon as it did, she rushed to pull her pants back up and get back to work. It took a few minutes to clean the puddle, a task only made longer by her recent addition to it, and harder by the fact that she was leaking every few seconds. As soon as the puddle was gone, she jumped up, grabbed the dropped mug, and hurried over to dispose of her cleaning rag. When she got to the bucket full of dishes needing cleaning, she glanced at the mug and decided to put it into her apron pocket instead. Might be useful. That done, she immediately rushed over to the Dragonborn. She didn’t like the idea, but he offered to help and she certainly needed help now – she wasn’t sure how much longer it’d be before it would be more than just some leaks. When she got up to him, he was still leaning against a wall, drinking, and pretending not to notice the dancing Khajiit just within his line of sight. “Azha needs your help now,” she said bluntly. “Does she now?” Bjorn just grinned and took another sip of his drink, which he surely must have refilled since the last time they spoke. “Very much so,” was the response from the Khajiit whose dancing was gradually getting more frantic and whose pants were gradually getting more wet. “Need to get away, somewhere quiet.” “And not much time to do it, I assume.” Fortunately for Azhani she was a Khajiit and her blushing couldn’t be seen. She was very much embarrassed that someone, especially someone as important as Bjorn, knew of her situation, but she really didn’t care by then and just nodded. “Well, I have a solution,” Bjorn said, putting his mug down on a nearby shelf. “But it’ll be… well, it’ll be loud.” It took a moment for Azhani to realize what that meant, and once she did realize she started to ask “You’re going to- “ “Yes,” the Dragonborn cut her off. “It’ll slow time, moreso for everyone else than for me, and if I’m touching you, you should be as unaffected as I will be.” Azhani did not like where this was going. “If I let go of you, though, you’ll probably just return to the normal effects, so really there wouldn’t be much of a change from your perspective. And it won’t last very long.” This was not a very good proposal. Azhani would have some extra time to sneak off before anyone noticed she had gone anywhere, but she wasn’t sure if she could actually go while the Dragonborn was touching her – especially not if he was touching her and looking at her. And if the entire Shout lasted less than a minute, she wouldn’t have time to finish before it wore off. But she didn’t have any better options, so just nodded and said “Okay.” “Alright,” Bjorn said, “you can probably hide under the stairs, so just head over there as soon as you hear me. Maybe I can start a little distraction so it’s not so obvious…” He scanned the room quickly and almost immediately decided to pick Romlyn as his victim – fairly soon a red blast shot out from the Dragonborn’s hand and struck Romlyn in the back, and he got up and started trying to pick a fight with anyone near him. The bar immediately erupted into yelling as everyone inside tried to get in on the action – Talen was even using his tail as a weapon. “That’s definitely illegal but you’re not criminal scum if nobody catches you, so… TIID KLO UL!” His right hand shot out to grab Azhani by the shoulder as soon as he started speaking the words of power, and once he was finished the fight scene across the room was now barely moving – teeth were floating in mid-air, moving ever so slightly towards the ground. But there was no time to watch, as Azhani had followed her instructions and immediately started pulling the Dragonborn around a few boxes under the stairs. Once she was sufficiently hidden from everyone else, she immediately got to work getting her pants down, pulled the mug out of her apron pocket – and taking the apron off completely and tossing it to the side as it’d only get in the way. She also took the chance to shoot an evil glance at Bjorn as quickly as the Shout would allow her to. He was watching but turned his head away once she looked at him. It felt very strange to Azhani that she was moving so slowly – she tried to rush into a position with the mug underneath her but nothing seemed to move as fast as she wanted it to. She did manage to get herself positioned properly, though, and as soon as she did she tried to force herself to empty out. For a while, nothing happened – it was an even longer period of time than one would expect could be due to time being slowed down. Azhani was in position, her nethers were burning with the desire to relieve herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to do anything for some time. After repeatedly trying to let go, she decided that she could use her free hand to speed things along. As quickly as she could, she brought her hand up to her belly and pressed as hard as she could, doubling over in the process as she dramatically increased the pressure on her bladder. Sure enough, though, that worked, and a trickle was making its way into the mug, and that became a stream, and soon enough Azhani was forcefully urinating into what had only recently been full of alcohol. The mug wasn’t even halfway full before time returned to normal, though – but Azhani didn’t seem to notice and was just enjoying the feeling of release. Her eyes were closed, her head was tipped back, and she was breathing heavily. She didn’t even notice that the Dragonborn was watching again and trying to pull his shirt down. Nor did she notice that she had filled the mug until she felt its contents spill over onto the hand that was gripping it. In shock, she jerked her head up and her eyes open – Bjorn reacted immediately and pretended that he was never looking, though his work with his shirt wasn’t very functional camouflage - and she very nearly dropped the mug, only stopping herself by bringing her other hand to it, stabilizing it. She had still spilled some onto the floor, though, and she couldn’t stop herself from continuing to empty herself into a container that couldn’t hold any more of what was in her. Her solution was to just get the mug out of the way, so she set it down off to the side, stream still as strong as ever, and looked down at what she was doing to the floor. The puddle Azhani was leaving was rapidly growing, almost touching her feet. And yet she still showed no signs of slowing down, so all she could do was spread her legs even further apart, which caused her to lose balance and fall backwards. She hit the back of her head on one of the crates separating her from the brawl on the other side, and when she recovered from that confusion she realized that she was now sitting directly on the ground, her stream shooting straight out in front of her between her legs – also managing to get her pants soaked as they were now directly in the line of fire. She also noticed that the Dragonborn had released his grip on her shoulder, as his Shout and worn off. Fortunately he wasn’t looking at her, because the view would have been perf- Wait, no, he is looking, she thought. He wasn’t being as subtle as he had hoped, so Azhani had noticed and moved both of her hands to give herself as much cover as possible without ending up peeing through her hands. And she shot Bjorn another evil glare, causing him to turn around completely so he couldn’t see. Fortunately, the need for Azhani to have her legs spread was diminishing very quickly, and soon enough her stream stopped entirely. Once she was finished, she stood up with some difficulty, trying not to slip in her own puddle, and got her pants back up where they belonged once she was fully upright. They were thoroughly soaked as a result of her last position, mostly on the back. Her apron would hide most of the damage from the front, but for now she’d have to be careful to not be seen from behind. Even with the dark blue material of the pants the wet spot would be easily visible. Once she was totally re-dressed, she carefully stepped over the puddle and came out from her hiding place. As she passed Bjorn, she smacked him on the back of the head. “Pervert,” she growled at him before heading off to get a new cleaning rag. The fight had died down by now and nobody was quite sure why they were fighting each other in the first place – except Talen, who had many reasons for beating Romlyn up; and Bjorn, who had started the fight to begin with and also now had a very good rear view of a Khajiit barmaid’s soaked pants.
This still exists! Took a while to figure out how to continue but this ain't dead until I say it's dead! Night had fallen by the time Keerava returned to the inn – a day out on the town had tired her out almost as much as working did, but it was still nice to get a day off for once. Plus, if she just quietly slipped away every now and again she could get her new employee used to the schedule and everything involved in that. Worked out for everyone, as far as she was concerned. At the moment there was nobody on the ground floor – nobody behind the bar or anywhere else in the place, except for whoever it was upstairs that was still walking around, making the slightest noise as the wood planks creaked beneath them. Keerava wasn’t too keen on interacting with people right now, but considering she had to go upstairs anyways to get to bed she’d have to risk talking to whoever it was up there. Not that that would be a problem, or anything, but she’d have to get up early and the prospect of being delayed getting to bed didn’t seem that great. Thus, she snuck upstairs, both to avoid detection and to avoid waking anyone up. Someone else managed to do a better job at avoiding detection, though, as evidenced by the fact that Keerava jumped when he spoke. “So, where’ve you been all day?” It was the Dragonborn, leaning against the wall of his own room. His arms were crossed and he looked quite contented with his wall-leaning. Keerava looked around a little bit – he didn’t have much of a reason to be standing out in a hallway in the middle of the night, after all, so surely there was something interesting out here to justify it – before asking, “What are you doing out here?” “Oh, I came out to see you, once I knew you’d gotten back.” “And you knew when that was because…” Keerava narrowed her eyes at Bjorn. That was definitely not something a normal person would say. Then again… Bjorn brought up his left hand and tapped a ring on one of his fingers. It either hadn’t been there before or she just never noticed. “Detect life,” he said, “I always wear one of these when I’m asleep. Lets me know if someone’s gonna try to sneak up on me.” He paused for a minute and added, “Of course, I know a shout to do the same thing but it’s only temporary, not long enough to keep me aware of what’s going on when I’m asleep.” Keerava just nodded and said, “Uh-huh, but why are you out here now?” Bjorn frowned, though it was obviously meant to be humorous. “I seem to remember asking you a question first.” The Argonian rolled her eyes. “You know I don’t get out much, holed up in here all the time. I’ve been wandering around the forests outside town all day long, just to see what’s out there.” “Right,” said the Dragonborn, “and to make sure your plans back here work out, right? Don’t worry, everything was fine, I helped her along, turned out great.” Keerava raised an eyebrow – or the Argonian equivalent to one anyways – and took a step back. “What are you talking about?” Bjorn stood up from the wall, and came in close to Keerava. He leaned in and whispered, “Maramal’s right. We’re all sinners. You and I, our sins aren’t all that different.” Then he stood up, smiled, and gave a half-hearted salute with two fingers. “Well, good night then,” he said as he walked back into his room and shut the door behind him. He left Keerava standing in the hall, stunned. ‘What was that,’ she thought, ‘Does he… no. What? How could he?’ And so she stood there for some time confusing herself with her own thoughts before finally thinking out loud: “Screw it, I need some sleep.” She forced herself to stop thinking about anything, and when she got to her own room she immediately headed for the bed, and when she got there practically collapsed onto it. In mere moments, she was sound asleep. Keerava found herself on a farm, looking out over a vast field of crops, getting ready for harvest. She felt proud, like she had done that. Like for once in her life working her hands to the bone was actually accomplishing something. This, of course, was the result of clawing her way out of poverty in Riften, and finally escaping the place to get to this farm – her farm – so she could work on something she enjoyed. She couldn’t stand there all day, though. The work may have been good and done, but satisfaction isn’t the only feeling to come out of a long day of work. When was the last time that needed taking care of? Thirty hours? Twenty? Hard to tell, but that didn’t really matter if she was being yelled at by her own body right at the moment. Even with all her training and her natural advantage in that area, she could only wait so long, and if she was being told now that she needed draining, then it’d be better done soon rather than later. Therefore, she had to head back inside. It was a possibility – and a very tempting one – to just relieve herself right there in the field. Nobody was around to see, after all, so she could do whatever she wanted. And yet despite how much she would have liked to do otherwise, Keerava decided that she wanted to head inside instead. It was starting to get dark anyways. Keerava headed for the farmhouse door, pushed it open, and found herself inside the Chapel of Mara in Riften. This, of course, did not seem the least bit strange to her. It did throw off her plans some, though, since Maramal was giving a sermon at present. Wandering around a church, looking for something to urinate into, while the place was filled with people listening to the word of the Divines didn’t strike Keerava as being a very smart idea. So, she did what any sane person would do in her situation, and immediately sat down in the nearest bench, threw one leg over the other, and started to just wait. It didn’t take very long for the service to end – in fact, it felt to Keerava like it was over as soon as she sat down – but once it did everyone else in the church either left through the front door, or in the case of Maramal walked off to a corner and disappeared completely. Then she stood up, now feeling the force of however much fluid she was carrying inside her. Keerava had to bend slightly at the knees, but refrained from grabbing herself as she was still in a public place, even if nobody was around. A quick walk around the main room of the chapel accomplished nothing interesting, though Keerava did have to stop several times during it to pull herself together, and having found nothing inside she left from the way she came. This time, the door led to Riften, though instead of coming out at the chapel, Keerava found herself leaving a house near the main square. There was one minor difference, though: all the shop stalls in the square were replaced with small wooden booths – outhouses, quite the rarity in Tamriel and yet here were several of them all in a group. But then this was just normal Riften so there’s nothing spectacular about that. Keerava wasn’t one to waste a good opportunity, so she headed to the closest one, fortunately finding it unoccupied. Once inside, she barred the door and stripped down so she could take care of business. Being careful to avoid agitating her bladder – which by now was rather distended and firm – she pulled her pants and underwear to below her knees, and sat down. The outhouse had a bench-like seat, with a round hole in the middle leading to who-knows-where, so it was no less comfortable than sitting on any chair. In her seat, Keerava relaxed herself – and nothing happened. Her need had escalated greatly in the past few minutes, and yet she could not will herself to take care of it. She tried teasing herself with two fingers, and that too did nothing. The only sensations there were for her at the moment were the great pressure that was her full bladder, which only recently made itself known, and the burning sensation in her nethers that seemed to demand she do something about that pressure. There wasn’t much she could do about either of those feelings though, since nothing she tried seemed to actually get anything to happen, and now someone was knocking on her door. If she couldn’t do anything, she’d have to leave. She tried to relax enough to let go once more, and once more nothing happened. Sighing, she stood up, bent down to re-dress, pressing ever so slightly on the weight in her belly, and left the outhouse as some Dunmer lady went in. Unable to think of any other options, Keerava decided the logical choice was to go to the docks, so with one hand resting on her bulge and the other balled into a fist at her side, she slowly made her way there. It took some time, though fortunately there were no people getting in the way and all the buildings that should have been blocking her had apparently been moved ever so slightly, so the path was straight and clear. Once she got to her destination, Keerava walked over to one of the piers, and all the way to the far end, where she stood for a few moments thinking about what she would do next. Looking around, she saw nobody in the area, so she once again disrobed from the waist down, got into a squatting position, and again tried to relax. Yet again, to nobody’s surprise, nothing happened. One more try, and this time she managed to let out a short dribble, but as it was only a few drops she felt no different. She did feel warmer, for some reason, but the pressure was still there and still as strong as ever. Keerava was now officially out of ideas, so she re-dressed and sat down on the pier, with both her hands now in her crotch and her legs hanging off the pier, crossing over each other and getting tangled together in all sorts of shapes. Keerava sat there doing that for a little while, until finally one of her feet just barely touched the surface of the water below her. Whether by coincidence or because the water was some kind of magic, she felt a long, hot spurt dampen her clothes. Surprised, she fell over backwards, and shut her eyes tight as she fought with her pants to get them out of the way now that she was actually doing something. Another spurt came, and then another, and once she finally managed to wrestle her clothes into a position where her lower body was clear, she let out a two-second stream that arced out of her body and into Lake Rumare with what should have been a splash. It was not a splash, however. Instead it was, for whatever reason, the sound of liquid hitting fabric. Come to think of it, the boardwalk here was unusually soft. When Keerava opened her eyes again, she found herself staring up at a ceiling with her head resting on a cheap pillow. Her knees were up to her chest, and she had her pants pulled just the tiniest bit down her thighs, just enough that there was nothing in the way when her stream started up again, making a pattering noise as it pooled on the Argonian’s bed. Not quite awake yet, Keerava took some time to realize what was happening. She had been left emptying herself for a good twenty seconds before she finally figured out that the noise of urine hitting mattress was not a normal feature of this room. Collecting all the willpower she could in her freshly-awakened state, she managed to cut off her stream, and as fast as possible kicked off and rolled into a sitting position, her feet ending up in the puddle she had just made. Her hands shot down to try to stop the rest of what needed to come out, but as soon as she tried to stand up, her hands were instantly soaked and several trails of urine seeped out between her fingers, dampening the bed further. This was surprising enough that just as soon as her hands found their way down, they were right back up again, and fell right back down into a sitting position. As soon as her ass hit the bed, her stream increased in power. Keerava tried to lift herself up to get anywhere but there, but she only succeeded in moving a few inches off the bed, still forcefully wetting it, before her arms gave out and she fell down again. All she could do was sigh and surrender herself to what was currently happening, so she gave a little push to maximize the force and speed with which she relieved herself, mainly to just get it done with as fast as possible. It didn’t take long at that point, and in another ten seconds Keerava’s torrent was reduced to the occasional drip. Once she figured she was done, she carefully got her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, removing all her clothes once she was upright. A damage inspection revealed that the bed was rather thoroughly destroyed – if it could be cleaned it would take far more energy than anyone at the inn could spare. Keerava’s pants had survived mostly unscathed, though there was a rather small wet spot on the crotch, and some other dark spots on the back from splash damage. One could not say the same of her panties, which received a good soaking while Keerava fought to remove them. The pants could be salvaged, and would be perfectly usable after being left to dry for a while. Everything else needed washing, though, even her shirt, which had a significant stain on the back as a result of her puddle creeping towards and under her while she was lying down. Fortunately, she seemed to have been woken up early – nobody else would be awake for a couple of hours yet, so there was plenty of time to clean up. There was a backlog of laundry anyways, so Keerava had to admit it was a rather well-timed wetting. And as she stood in her room, naked, finding her hand drifting down again, she also had to admit that Bjorn was probably right. A little creepy, but right.
This took way the hell too long to actually get around to doing. It's also not quite what I wanted to do, both plotwise and qualitywise, but it's still decent enough I think. Don't want to spoil the fun surprises I have in store for the next update, but I will say this: Double feature. Keerava. Azhani. Lydia awoke a few hours later than she was used to – normally she’d have woken up right at sunrise, but since the Dragonborn was content to stay in one place for once, there wasn’t as much urgency to get up and get moving in the morning. As a result, her entire routine was slower than it normally would be. It took her longer to actually get out of bed and stand up, her stretching was more drawn-out than usual, and walking the entire ten feet to get her clothes seemed more like walking across the entirety of Riften. And then, of course, she had to walk back over to her bed with clothes in hand. With that journey completed, Lydia tossed her clothes onto the bed, and stripped out of her nightclothes, which were also haphazardly thrown aside. With just the cool breeze from the window for coverage, she bent down and reached under her bed. Finding a distinct lack of the usual amenities, even after a few seconds of probing, she sighed and thought, ‘This is gonna be one of those days, isn’t it?’ Lydia stood up and stretched again, this time getting dressed in the plainclothes lying scattered on top of her sheets. ‘Ah well, not like I haven’t done this before. Not even that bad yet anyways.’ One last stretch and Lydia was out the door and down the stairs. Bjorn was already seated at the bar, working on levelling a veritable mountain of bacon. He didn’t seem to pay any attention to Lydia until she came up and took a seat right next to him. He glanced over and slid an extra mug of mead he just happened to have on-hand down the counter towards his housecarl, who was quietly relocating some of the bacon-mountain to a plate that she had only just acquired from Keerava. Bjorn was the first to speak: “So I figured today we’d go for a hunt,” he said between bites. “Isn’t it a bit late to start a hunt,” Keerava asked from across the bar, with her Khajiiti assistant scrubbing plates behind her. “I mean, sun’s been up for a few hours now.” “Yeah,” the Dragonborn said with a shrug, “but we can still make a day of it. Whadda you think?” He nudged Lydia as he spoke. She looked over at him, giving a shrug and a nod, too busy eating to respond verbally. “Great.” Bjorn took a handful of bacon and nonchalantly shoved it into his mouth. “I’ll get errything ready,” he said – or at least attempted to say, anyways, “an’ when y’r done here we’ll head out.” He finally got around to swallowing the bacon he had just been working on, and took a deep swig from his own mead. “Just come on up when you’re ready.” Bjorn tossed a couple of septims onto the counter as he walked off – more than he needed to, even considering how much food he had ordered. Magnus was high overhead by the time Bjorn and Lydia made it outside the city walls and started on a path through the woods, away from the roads. They both had bows drawn with arrows in hand, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. Both of them were carefully watching their surroundings as they went deeper into the wilds outside of Riften – as carefully as possible in Lydia’s case, anyways. She wouldn’t admit it, but she had slept later than usual, and it was already noon, and she had more to drink at breakfast than she should have, and she was still hauling around all her fluids from overnight. Altogether, that created quite the little problem. And she was fairly sure it was by design, too. Wouldn’t be the first time Bjorn had done something like that – she didn’t really mind, and she didn’t have to deal with his games if she didn’t want to anyways – but it was still annoying. The least he could do is tell her about it in advance, right? But at least it shook things up every once in a while. Surprisingly, running around hunting dragons gets pretty boring after about the fifth time. You’ve seen one dragon get its soul ripped out, you’ve seen it a million times, Lydia would always tell people who asked about her adventures with the Dragonborn. Not very many people asked, but still. Lydia was pulled from her thoughts by a hint of movement in the bushes ahead. Bjorn had already stopped and drawn his bow, and seemed to be tracking his prey even behind the cover of undergrowth and trees. Lydia had no idea what he was looking at, but then again, she couldn’t just mutter a few words and be able to see magical pink blobs everywhere there was something moving. ‘Not much of a hunt if you don’t actually have to track things down, is it?’ There was hardly any time for Lydia to react when the current target had moved to a less-covered part of the woods – she saw a deer’s head sticking out from behind a bush for just a moment before it went down, the only sounds being the Dragonborn’s arrow being let loose and the soft thud of a body hitting the ground a short distance away. Bjorn had already slung his bow over his back and pulled a knife off his belt by the time Lydia looked at him again. He flipped the knife around so that he had it by its blade, and silently offered it over to his companion, who just nodded and worked her way through the various plants to where the deer fell. She set to work skinning the thing before she even had a chance to think about it. Lydia was no stranger to hunting, she didn’t really need to think to do it properly, but perhaps in this situation thinking would have made things considerably easier. After all, her little problem had been relatively manageable the entire time, but now she wasn’t standing and moving – she had to kneel to be able to work, and of course that brought with it its own set of problems. On top of that, she needed both hands – and they wouldn’t be all that clean in the end – so when inevitably there was a surge of need, her willpower would be the only thing keeping her pants dry. And then, of course, she’d be the one carrying everything, and she still had her own bow that needed carrying as well. It’d be a long day ahead, and her legs were already shaking ever so slightly. Once Lydia was done and had stowed away all the pelts and usable meat away in various bags, she stood up and took advantage of the natural cover to press her legs together. The thought had crossed her mind that she could take even more advantage of the natural cover and just let go right there. Of all the burdens to carry, Lydia swore no oath to carry that one. Even so, the Dragonborn was standing there just ten feet away. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing she had given up so easily. She didn’t even like it as much as he did, she just knew he wanted her to give up, and she would refuse to for no other reason than to spite him. Sure, he’d get a kick out of it either way, but there was some sort of twisted good feeling about denying the Dragonborn what he wanted to see. Knowing full well it was not the rational course of action, Lydia stepped out from behind the bushes and returned Bjorn’s knife to him. They set out again, Dragonborn in the lead, Lydia trailing behind by a few steps, moving slower and more carefully than he was. She was actually rather amazed that she was still totally dry, though the occasional larger step over a root or climb over a fallen tree put her right on the edge. Even with her slower pace and the constant threat of a leak any time Lydia put in even the slightest bit of effort to doing something, it didn’t take very long for the Dragonborn to raise a hand to indicate a stop. There was the faint sound of water running nearby, and as Lydia caught up to Bjorn she could see why – he had decided to stop in a clearing with a little stream running through it. Of course. “This seems like a good place to stop and cook some of that up, eh?” Bjorn had set his gear down on a rock nearby, and put himself to work grabbing up whatever he could find to support a cooking fire. Lydia couldn’t argue with the idea of lunch – it had been a good few hours since breakfast, after all – but the choice of location wasn’t exactly ideal. Even so, she pressed her thighs together and set off towards a tree near the edge of the clearing. Once there, she gingerly lowered herself to the ground, sitting on her foot and leaning back against the tree, taking extra care to not move quickly or bend over in any shapes that would be… less than helpful. Now seated, Lydia reached into one of her bags and took out some slabs of meat, and pulled her own knife off of her belt. She figured cutting up the meat to prepare it for cooking would provide a distraction, and at the same time it needed to be done anyways. One small problem with that, however. In order to work properly, Lydia needed to be leaning forwards. That would, of course, add unwanted pressure to her bladder, a situation only made worse by the constant sound of water nearby. But it needed to be done, so she adjusted her position as much as she could, making sure to keep her foot beneath her, and got to work carving up her venison slab. By the time Bjorn had returned with a bundle of adequate firewood, Lydia was working on getting the last chunk of meat into a state where it could be easily cooked. She glanced up to acknowledge his presence but did nothing more, instead focusing on the task in front of her – and, apparently, on pressing into her heel and rubbing it against herself. Slight movements, but noticeable, especially to a trained eye like the Dragonborn. He, of course, pretended not to notice, and instead took a seat nearby and started building up a fire. Soon after, Lydia had finished her work, and went right back to leaning against the tree, her hands rubbing her thighs and accomplishing nothing. She did manage to relax, though, and ended up slouched a little bit. In no time at all, though, she had let out a short gasp, causing Bjorn to raise an eyebrow, stop his work for a moment, and look over at the source of the noise. It was not a disappointing sight – Lydia’s hands had jumped immediately to press at her lower lips through her pants. She held them there for a short while as her first leak quickly turned into several in succession. It took a moment to get things under control, but as soon as they were, Lydia carefully moved her hands out of the way to inspect the damage – and, knowing she wouldn’t be the only one trying to do that, she made sure to move her hands only enough to allow her to see. Fortunately for her, her pants were a dark brown and rather thick, so even though there was a rather extensive dark spot there, it wouldn’t be very visible, unless one were to notice the slight glistening. Unfortunately, despite the several seconds of relief, there was still an ocean left inside, and the situation hadn’t actually improved – indeed, now that Lydia had forced herself to stop her need actually got worse as her body demanded that she let it get back to work. No such demands would be entertained, though – Bjorn had already finished assembling the campfire, and was presently sticking his fingers into the pile of sticks, casting a weak fire spell once he was positioned appropriately. Once it got going, the sound of the fire had nearly drowned out that of the stream, though it was still in view, and by now Lydia was too far-gone for the fire to be of any help. And yet she continued to fight, now keeping one hand firmly in place applying the necessary pressure, with the other hand trying to prepare something to eat. “Y’know,” Bjorn said, suddenly, while skewering bits of meat and putting them over the fire, “you don’t have to keep waiting.” “No, I don’t.” Lydia’s voice betrayed the amount of effort and focus she was spending on controlling her bladder. “But I’m not just going to give up. We’ve been over this a million times, no matter how many times we do this you’re not going to get to see anything.” The Dragonborn chuckled. “And I suppose you don’t think you’re putting on a show right now, hm?” Lydia looked down. She had bouncing and wiggling subconsciously, but now that he’d mentioned it she forced herself to stop. “Well, alright, now you’re not, but the point still stands.” Bjorn spoke as he rolled the skewer over to cook the opposite side of the meat. “I am curious though, normally you’d have given up long before now. You’re no stranger to the outdoors either. What’s so special about this time?” Lydia didn’t really have a good answer to that. She was only in this situation because she wasn’t really thinking, after all. Now that she finally did have an opportunity to think, it had occurred to her that every other time she’d done this, they’d been indoors somewhere, so once she gave up she could just run off and lock herself in a room away from the Dragonborn. She never actually wanted him to see the results, but now, here she was. In a situation like this… “You could follow me wherever I go. There are no doors or walls or anything. I’ve never let you see what happens at the end, and now if I just run off into the woods somewhere, there’s nothing stopping you from coming along.” Bjorn nodded and poked at the meat currently being cooked, and, finding it adequate, took off a piece for each of them. For Lydia, the food was a welcome distraction, though now there was the constant threat of her starting where she left off – plus the wetness had cooled down and still was making things worse on its own. “True enough,” the Dragonborn said, “but you know if you sit around for too long I’ll see everything anyways.” “That’s why I want to finish this up and get back to town.” The throbbing and pressure she was currently feeling were practically shouting at her that that’d be better done sooner than later. “Would you even be able to walk by then,” Bjorn said, now spinning a skewer with new meat on it. “We could be here a while, and on top of that we’re still a good bit away from Riften.” “We’d be out of here faster if you didn’t have to eat your own weight every time you sit down for a meal.” Lydia had finished her food by now and had both hands in place, and she was rocking as she sat. “Hey, that tone’s not very becoming of a huskarl, now is it? I’ve Shouted people off of cliffs for less.” A pity that Bjorn’s dark humor was of a brand that only himself and few others would actually find entertaining. Probably didn’t help that it was true. “This isn’t a good time for your jokes, Bjorn.” The Dragonborn just shrugged and continued his meal. “If you say so.” For the next few minutes, that was just about how things progressed. Bjorn would tear through a chunk of meat and start on the next one. Lydia would be sitting against her tree bouncing around, every so often ending up right on the edge of leaking again, but miraculously fighting it off. Eventually, though, even Bjorn had eaten his fill – surprisingly, there was some prepared meat not yet cooked, not even counting the rest of the deer that hadn’t had anything done to it. He stood up and stretched, grabbing his gear off the ground as he did so. “Well, that’s it then. If you can even get up anymore, we’re heading back,” he said. Lydia looked up, nodded, and slowly picked herself up off the ground, using one hand to push herself up and to grab the equipment she had set down earlier, while the other hand remained firmly in its place. Once she was standing, she tied her legs together as much as physically possible, though it turned out to not be enough to suppress a brief leak which escaped and re-heated her underwear. She doubled over, and when she recovered the Dragonborn spoke again. “So, do you want to do the honors,” he said, gesturing to the still-burning cooking fire. Lydia stood there for a moment, thinking very briefly. He was giving her an out, a way to just give up and move on. She knew damn well it was completely irrational, but for whatever reason this had turned into an all-out war – she had to protect her pride, she couldn’t just give up now. It made no sense, she didn’t even get anything out of it, but she just wanted to be right. So she shook her head and turned around. Bjorn shrugged and just said “All right.” Lydia had prepared herself, she knew what would happen next, but even so it still hit her hard. The sound was unbearable. She pressed harder, but it still wasn’t enough to stop her body from trying to imitate what was going on behind her. She held off for a little while, but eventually a light stream made its way out of her, refusing to stop, but fortunately amounting to little more than a constant trickle. Lydia could feel it trailing down her leg. It was hardly anything, but it made things infinitely worse for her until she finally got things under control and stopped – coincidentally at the same time as the Dragonborn. “Seriously, what are you trying to prove,” he asked, “you’re going to hurt yourself.” “If I give up now, you win,” Lydia said, slowly, “I don’t want to let you win.” Bjorn sighed. “Alright, but don’t blame me if you get sick or something. Let’s just get moving.” And so off they went, in silence. Lydia was surprisingly still able to walk, though each step just caused another brief leak. She didn’t want to look at the damage, but she was sure that it was very visible now. Good for her there was only one other person in the woods with her. It didn’t take very long for the two to come to a fallen tree, flanked on all sides by thick bushes. And of course they had to be covered in thorns. In truth they had already encountered this tree on the trip into the woods – but now it’d prove insurmountable for Lydia in her current state. “No way around?” She had a little bit of hope that there was another way through. “No way around,” Bjorn confirmed, stepping over the downed tree with ease. Lydia groaned. Each step towards the obstacle made her pants even wetter – by the time she was next to it she was leaking through to the ground. She took a deep breath, then another, preparing her body and hoping everything would be fine. She’d need both hands, so she removed them from their place and held them out in front of her – slightly wet, of course, and shaking. She grabbed onto the tree and brought up one leg to mount it like a horse. She wasn’t surprised at all with the outcome. There was absolutely nothing left keeping her bladder from emptying on its own accord, so that’s exactly what it did. She managed to quickly get into a sitting position on the tree, then hurried to get off, unable to control the flow anymore. Her pants were now thoroughly soaked, and there was a decent puddle on the fallen tree itself. The instant Lydia hit the ground, she realized she was out of options. She moved over to the side, away from the fallen tree and towards a small bush, and just squatted there as she was. No use in trying to save her clothes. Plus this way she still got to keep a little bit of dignity – or as much as one can keep with dripping pants. All Lydia could manage to say was, “Looks like you win,” followed by a long sigh. Her stream went on unabated for another couple of minutes, soaking the earth below her and even getting her shoes wet as she had failed to get her position right. When she finally stopped, she stayed squatted for another minute, waiting for her pants to finish dripping. Only then did she stand up, saying nothing to the Dragonborn. He said nothing either – didn’t really need to say anything anyways, whatever could be said could already be implied from what could be seen. In this way they continued their trek back to the city, Lydia soaked and only briefly warm, and both of them totally silent. When they arrived back at the inn, it was sunset. Keerava was still behind the bar like she had never moved, and Azhani was still hovering behind her, the two engaged in conversation. The talking stopped rather abruptly though as Keerava noticed the returning guests. “Just so you know, I just did all the laundry today so if you want those cleaned you can do it yourself,” she said, perhaps a little louder than necessary. Lydia just blushed and waved and hurried upstairs to get to her room, change, and get some rest. Edited November 30, 2017 by Sake (see edit history)
I really didn't intend for it to take this long between chapters, but in the end it turned out okay anyways. And by "okay" I mean "this chapter is literally the reason I started writing this entire fiction, except far less sexual than what I originally had in mind because maybe I'm saving that until the end". -- “Wake up, we’ve got work to do.” Azhani sat up in bed, one hand holding her blanket against her body and the other rubbing her eyes. She wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but she did know that it was dark, except for a candle nearby, and for some reason there was an Argonian standing over her holding that candle and talking to her. “Good morning,” Keerava said with a slight smile – or as close as one could get to one with a lizard snout – “long day ahead for you, there’s breakfast downstairs, the sooner you wake up and get down there the sooner we can get started.” She turned to leave, but was stopped when Azhani yawned and asked, “What time is it? It’s still dark out, yes?” Keerava nodded, “Yeah, still a couple of hours before sunrise. We need to start early today, so hurry up.” Then she left, closing the door behind her and leaving the room dark again. Azhani yawned once more, sat up properly, and stretched, letting her blanket fall and expose her chest. The fur there fluffed up as Azhani turned and set her feet on the ground, then stood up and yawned again. She had no problem waking up at sunrise – not like she could sleep through the light and noise of morning anyways – but it was still dark out. Walking over to her window, she could even still see the moons just as well as ever. It just wasn’t natural for her to be awake so early in the morning, and she wasn’t even entirely sure why she had to be today either. Sure, she remembered a conversation with Keerava the previous day about “training”, but in her mind there couldn’t possibly be a reason to start while they’d be the only two people in all of Skyrim not still sleeping. Even so, if her employer thought it was important, Azhani couldn’t really argue, seeing as how if she lost her job she also lost the bed and food. All she could do was go along with it, so she just set about her usual morning routine. Fortunately for her she was born a Khajiit and could see in the dark, so aside from the fact that she was more tired than usual, nothing changed. It was rather unusual, though, hearing nothing other than her own footsteps and the faint sounds of meat being cooked downstairs. Usually everyone else would be awake and preparing themselves at the same time. The silence was so profound that when Azhani lowered herself over her chamberpot and released the overnight contents of her bladder, the sound of the stream hitting metal seemed like it would have been loud enough to wake everyone else up on its own. She even positioned herself to cover as much of the opening as possible just in case it actually was as loud as she thought it was, but it didn’t last long enough for her change of position to make a difference. Though as Azhani threw on whatever clothes were available that day, she wondered if the Nord next door had heard – she could hear faint noises of movement through the wall but couldn’t be sure of the source. Not that it mattered at the moment, anyways, since she would presumably need to be done with breakfast before sunrise, and therefore needed to head downstairs immediately. It was still dark out by the time Azhani and Keerava had finished their meal, though if either one of them had looked outside they’d see the first hints of sunlight. Keerava refused to answer any of the Khajiit’s questions about the day’s plans, just telling her “You’ll see” or “Be patient” every time Azhani asked. Eventually, she stopped asking and half the meal was eaten in silence. Afterwards, though, was a different matter. Once all the food was gone and both women had stood up to go do whatever Keerava had planned, the innkeeper quietly motioned for Azhani to follow. The two went behind the bar, and in a far corner Keerava kneeled down and, taking a key from her pocket, unlocked a very well-hidden lock that looked to just be part of the floor. With the key in the lock, the floor then opened up to reveal a ladder, which Keerava went down first, Azhani following hesitantly, closing the trapdoor behind her following a quiet command from her Argonian companion. The mysterious cellar was, of course, completely dark. The first thing Keerava did once her feet were on the cold stone ground was to reach around in the blackness until her hands found a candle and some flint-and-steel – with the candle lit, she then wandered around the room, using it to light other candles on the wall. While she was doing that, though, Azhani was looking at the layout of the place – the candles helped to see some more specific shapes but for the most part she already knew what this cellar looked like by the time Keerava had lit the first candle. All the walls and floors were stone, and the whole basement was a small square, roughly the size of the kitchen and dining room of the building above. To the left of the entrance ladder there was a counter, of the same style as the bar upstairs, with various cloths piled up, several bottles of varying sizes, and a few unusual instruments – including a set of calipers. Azhani gave a quiet snort of laughter upon seeing them, for she remembered a strange encounter with a strange Khajiit, who was apparently on a quest to find calipers but never actually managed to get any. The most peculiar sight wasn’t the supposedly-mythical tools on the counter, though. In the middle of the room the floor turned from stone to a steel grate. Water flowed beneath it, likely part of the city’s rudimentary canal system. It was beyond Azhani why such a thing would be a prominent feature of an inn’s basement – but she didn’t have time to question it before Keerava came back to the counter, having finished lighting the area. The Argonian set the candle down, then turned to address Azhani. “Alright, so, this is where we’ll do your training.” She grabbed one of the smaller bottles from the counter and handed it over to Azhani, then took another for herself. “First thing, drink that,” she said, before proceeding to down the entirety of her own bottle in one go. Azhani looked at what she had been given – it seemed to just be a small glass bottle with water in it, so she nodded, pulled the stopper out, and took one big drink, leaving the bottle half-full. “Great. You finish that, and I’ll get everything else set up,” Keerava said, turning around so her back was to the Khajiit. Azhani watched as, to her surprise, Keerava casually lifted her shirt off of her body and set it down near the cloth-pile, then slid her pants down her legs, stepped out of them, and folded them up on top of her shirt. She turned back around, providing Azhani with a very clear view of a naked Argonian body. There wasn’t much to see, of course, as Argonians lacked nipples and any detail down below was hard to make out, but every last scale on Keerava’s body was now plainly visible, as was a slight distension in her lower abdomen. Azhani finished the rest of her water in a rush as Keerava spoke to her. “You’ll want to take all that off, too, just leave it on the pile there,” she said, turning back around and heading to the other side of the counter, pulling out a chair in each arm and setting them down near the grate in the middle of the floor. One of the chairs was close enough to the counter to pull things off the edge if need be. Azhani’s ears flicked and her tail twitched, and she asked the obvious question: “Why would Azha want to do such a thing?” Keerava responded in a very casual tone, as if this entire situation was perfectly normal. “Oh, you’ll see soon enough. Well, that is, if you haven’t already figured out what this training is.” Azhani raised an eyebrow, but then said “Ah, alright, but turn around.” Once Keerava was facing a satisfactory angle – a process that included a shrug and a chuckle – Azhani also stripped down to her fur, leaving everything else piled on top of the Argonian’s clothes, which Azhani just now realized were loose and simple, even moreso than Keerava’s typical work clothes. That made perfect sense, given the circumstances. With that done, Azhani looked over at Keerava, who was leaning on one of the chairs with her tail waving as if to imitate a flag in the wind, and said, “Okay, what happens now?” Keerava looked over her shoulder. “Well, now we wait.” Then she turned around and headed over to the counter, collecting all the bottles and moving them to the far end next to one of the chairs. “This is going to take a while – or it should, anyways. Hopefully. A few hours, at least.” She took a seat in the chair closest to the counter, and opened one of the largest bottles next to her. “And hopefully all these will be gone by the time we’re done.” By now it was fairly obvious what the plan was here, but Azhani still felt the need to ask: “Done with what?” “Ah, well,” Keerava said after a sip from her bottle, “you’re not bad at actually, eh, doing your job-“ She took another sip. “- but you need to be able to keep on working for as long as possible.” And then another. “So the point of all this is to, uh, build your endurance, so to speak.” And another. “Of course, the door’s right over there so you can just give up and leave whenever you want, but I’d prefer if you stuck around and saw it through to the end.” Azhani nodded slowly walked towards the empty chair. The stone floor was cold, but then again so was everything in this province. “And the end is-“ Keerava answered the question before Azhani even finished asking it. “Ideally, you’d last longer than I do, so just accomplishing that would be the end. And, uh, as you can probably tell-“ She rubbed her bulge with her left hand. “- You’ve got a bit of a head-start here. But if even that’s not enough then the end is just whenever you give in.” By the time Keerava was done explaining, Azhani had reached the second chair and sat down, and was handed a bottle. Bigger than the initial one, but still smaller than Keerava’s – which was more like a large jug than a bottle, really. “So we just drink these and wait, yes?” “Yeah, that’s the idea,” Keerava said, drinking yet more from her jug. “Though I imagine you’d get sick on just water a lot faster than I would, so just take it slow. I’m trying to see, eh, how far you can get, so if you end up getting sick or hurt that’s no good for either of us.” Azhani nodded and started drinking. “So how long would it take to beat you?” Keerava just laughed. “I’m not sure you actually want to know the answer to that question. Suffice it to say, it’d be a long time.” “So then Azha will lose, for sure, yes?” “If you want to call it losing, sure.” Keerava put a hand on her belly again as she kept drinking. “That would be the des- err, the expected outcome.” Azhani looked over at Keerava, wondering what it was she had started to say, but said nothing herself and kept drinking. Then there was silence for some time, with the only noise being the quiet rushing of water below and the movement of water in glass containers as the two kept working on what they had in hand. By the time Azhani finished the bottle she was given, Keerava had made it to roughly the half-way point of her own jug. Once she noticed Azhani had nothing left to drink she handed over a new bottle, same as the last one. “Feeling anything yet?” Keerava’s question finally broke the silence. The answer was quiet, though considering the two were merely a few feet from each other it was audible enough. “A little bit.” Azhani took the bottle she was being offered and presented her own question as she opened it. “Do we actually have to drink all of these?” “Hmm?” Keerava had her jug to her mouth and had to take a moment to finish drinking before she could answer the question. “Uh, no, actually, no. Eventually you’ll want to stop and just wait and see what happens. I think for you maybe that one and another after it should be enough. Maybe even just that one. I don’t think the first one’s quite hit you yet, so once that happens, we’ll sort it out.” She shifted around a little in her chair and went straight back to drinking. As Azhani sat there, once again with no sound but the occasional swirling of water in bottles as each of them drank more, she realized she had absolutely no idea how long they’d been down there. There were no windows in the basement, and there was enough between them and the room above that even if there were people up there, nothing could be heard. Of course, that had the benefit of meaning that they couldn’t be heard either, but without some way to see the sun Azhani couldn’t be quite sure exactly how long she’d been sitting there just drinking. Sure, it had probably been a couple of hours – more than one, for sure – but beyond that, she could only guess. Perhaps that was an intentional design choice with this… cellar. Perhaps Keerava didn’t want to know how long she’d been down there – not being distracted by watching Magnus meant she’d have to focus on her bladder alone. Azhani wasn’t quite sure if that would make things better or worse for her. The only real distraction was Keerava, who was still just calmly working on her jug – which was now only a quarter full – and starting to move around a bit more. It was hard to tell but that bulge of hers was getting bigger, too. Still rather subtle, but definitely bigger than it had been at first. Azhani still didn’t have one of her own yet, but she was starting to feel the effects of her drinks. It would be a while before things got bad, but with half of the current bottle still there, it’d get worse rather quickly. She eyed the bottle, rolling it around in her hand, before deciding it best to just finish it off. And when it finally was empty, Keerava had also emptied that behemoth of hers at the same time, so when she went to get more for herself she looked over at Azhani. “So, you up for a third one?” She grabbed herself a bottle – a large one, but now just a regular bottle – and kept herself leaning in the direction of the counter in case she needed to get another. “Uh…” Azhani started, but then took a moment to think. She could probably handle one more, but there was already some pressure there, and it was slowly growing. Perhaps it’d be best to just leave it as is? “Uh, no,” came the answer after several seconds. And then she repeated, “No,” as she shuffled around in her seat a bit to get more comfortable. Keerava shrugged and sat properly down again. “And now we wait, then,” she said as she downed a quarter of her new bottle at once. Somehow Azhani actually started to regret not taking another bottle. The bottle was a distraction in its own way, and now she had nothing to focus on but all that water inside her. Sure, it would just get even worse if she was drinking more, but at least it gave her something else to think about. Not the best distraction all things considered, but it was something. Everything was finally starting to catch up to her, though it wasn’t hitting her as hard as she would have expected. In fact, she was even starting to think that maybe it was worse that everything was trickling in instead of making itself known all at once. As things were at the moment, she wouldn’t really know if all that she had drank had done all that it could. It’d just get a bit worse a little while later. At least now there was some roundness in her belly. It wasn’t very pronounced – certainly not comparable to Keerava’s, which just kept growing – but it was an external sign of the pressure inside. Azhani wiggled around a bit more. She would have started using her hands by now but even though both her and Keerava were totally naked, she couldn’t bring herself to do that while she was sitting within arm’s reach of someone else. So Azhani continued to suffer in silence. Even worse than silence, actually, since there was still the repeating sound of water swirling around in Keerava’s bottle as she kept drinking from it. In fact, this wasn’t even the same bottle as before; she’d already gone through that one and gotten herself halfway through a second one. Fortunately for the little Khajiit, Keerava finished off that bottle very quickly, and put it down with a sigh. Then she stretched, putting her hands on her bulge once she had finished and letting them rest there, one hand slowly and carefully poking at it. Azhani just watched – it was rather interesting, seeing Keerava sitting there like that, looking almost pregnant, and not seeming to care. “So, uh, how long have you been, eh…” Azhani started to ask a question but couldn’t find the proper words to finish it. Keerava looked over, and fortunately knew what she was being asked. “I’m not sure exactly. More than twelve hours, I think. Normally I’d be able to do a lot more before getting to this point, but I also normally take care of things in the morning. And I’ve been drinking a bit more than usual, too.” Then she sat up straight and asked, “How are you holding up anyways?” Azhani pressed her thighs together upon hearing the question. She glanced over at Keerava, said “It’s, uh… it’s fine”, then turned her head back to look at the wall in front of her, grabbing the edges of her seat with each hand. Keerava just laughed a bit at the sight. “You don’t look very fine,” she said, making Azhani suddenly aware of what she was doing. The Khajiit quickly folded her arms in front of her, though her thighs held their position. She wasn’t actually sure how well she was doing. The pressure had increased some and that bump was starting to get noticeable, but she was sure she could wait a while yet. As for how long, though… That’s where the uncertainty came in. Things were starting to move faster, so she had no way of judging how long it’d be before it got bad. All she knew was that the pressure she was feeling was steadily increasing, and that it wouldn’t be very long. Especially not if she had to watch Keerava doing her own dance, which surely would start soon. Fortunately, though, Keerava was relatively stationary. Her hands were running along that scaly bladder-mountain of hers, feeling things and giving a careful press every now and then, but other than that she wasn’t moving. At least Azhani knew her situation could always get worse. Sooner or later she’d quite badly need relief, but as far as she was concerned the worst it could get had already happened, years ago. Nothing that happened in that basement in Riften could ever be as bad as that time in Cyrodiil. She had gotten into trouble with the Imperial Legion for things that were absolutely not her fault, and with all the fines to pay and counts to stand before and jail to go to, all in one day, she never really had any good opportunities. Add on top of that getting carted around everywhere, with guards that would certainly have been displeased if their transports needed cleaning, and being under constant watch whenever she wasn’t being moved from one place to the next… And then of course after never getting more than five seconds alone all day, they decided she’d be better off spending the night in jail anyways. They’d finally left her alone, and she had managed to overflow the bucket that was left for prisoners to use. Of course, that wouldn’t have happened if they could just make up their minds, but, still, being sent to jail just then was a godsend for her. She’d spent so much of that day feeling as though she could burst at any moment, but being unable to because of the eyes constantly on her… She never could think of what would have happened if that day had ended differently; if she’d just wet herself in public somewhere or if she’d just get to the point where she absolutely couldn’t let anything out no matter how much she needed to. Fortunately, the latter had yet to happen to her. Unfortunately, now she was thinking about Cyrodiil again. Forcing herself to stop thinking about Cyrodiil – and act like nothing even remotely related to the Empire existed – she stood up and crossed her legs. Keerava, who until then had been intently watching what her hands were doing, took notice and glanced up at the Khajiit. Subtly, of course, so as to not be seen watching. Not like Azhani would be able to tell, anyways. She was busy putting on a show, crossing her legs and uncrossing them again, shifting her weight around, all while Keerava watched. It was an enjoyable show, particularly because Keerava’s own bladder grew heavier just from watching, as if to empathize with the Khajiit. Some bolt of sudden need must have struck both of them at the same time, because Azhani doubled over with knees bent, and Keerava jumped up out of her chair with her tail between her legs. That moment, of course, passed quickly, and Azhani straightened up, her hands balled into fists at her sides and hips swaying, while Keerava dropped her tail into a normal position and started tapping her feet against the grating instead. Azhani was in trouble now, though. The pressure had turned into a sort of burning sensation. She’d managed to stay dry so far, but that wouldn’t last very long. She wasn’t even sure how long she’d been down there, but whatever length of time that was she was sure it was starting to get to be too long. But at least she hadn’t let anything out – she could hold longer, and potentially even beat Keerava. She wasn’t even sure why she wanted to do that, but she did know that either way she’d benefit from this. Perhaps even prevent another Cyro- and off she went thinking about Cyrodiil again. She was nearly lost in thought until she felt herself very nearly let go. She managed to stop before she had started, but now she’d definitely not be thinking of anything except the room she was in at that moment. Now she knew she was right on the edge, and that she really didn’t have very much time left at all. She was so focused on her own body that she was startled when Keerava spoke. “Well, looks like it caught up to you now, hasn’t it?” Azhani was almost surprised enough to leak – but once again she stopped it at the last moment, though it took great effort and she’d surely be unable to do it again. She did have to start using her hands, though. Bent forward slightly, she planted her right hand firmly between her legs and pressed as hard as she could. By now that pressure had a minimal effect, but it was still something. All she could do to answer Keerava was nod, though now that the Argonian had spoken Azhani’s gaze had drifted down to Keerava’s bloated belly. She wasn’t sure why, but seeing the body stretched so much just by needing to pee was quite interesting. Keerava noticed, of course, and spoke again. “You could touch it if you’d like.” Azhani tilted her head to the side. That was not something she’d expected to hear, and definitely not something she expected herself to do. And yet, there she was, silently lifting her left arm, carefully placing her hand on Keerava’s bulge. It was very firm, moreso than could be attributed to just Argonian hide. She pressed a little bit, causing Keerava to bend forward slightly from the shock, but otherwise the bulge didn’t give. It was almost captivating, in some strange way. So much so that Azhani didn’t notice the hand moving towards her own little hill until it was too late, and feeling a cold, scaly touch forced her to jump back, her left arm flying down to join the other – only for them both to suddenly become very warm and wet. It must have lasted a second before Azhani gained control again, but now she was unsure if she really wanted to regain control. Stopping that leak just made her need even worse. Keerava’s only response was a light laugh and a “Sorry.” The pressure was starting to get overwhelming for the little Khajiit. Her belly was quite noticeably stuck out in front of her – not to the same degree as Keerava’s, though – and she had to kneel so she could use the back of her foot for more pressure. Her entire body was shaking. Keerava just watched, now starting to hop from one foot to the other – it must have been her bladder trying to empathize with the girl on the ground in front of her, because her need suddenly became much worse than before. It took a while, but Azhani was finally able to stand up again, though neither hand would leave its place, and her legs were constantly moving. Before long, though, she was wracked by wave after wave of desperation, each one bringing her closer to losing everything. By some miracle, she was able to still avoid leaking, but she knew that was because the next time anything came out, it’d be everything. And, sure enough, one last wave was all it took. It started off slow – just a trickle into her hands, and with her legs now locked together anything that got through her fingers would just get her thighs wet. A short burst, and then another, warned of the impending flood. The only thing she could do was lower herself into a decent position. “T-turn arr-arrround,” she said. Keerava nodded and turned, and as soon as she did Azhani removed her hands. Speaking had taken the last ounce of her strength, and now she was steadily peeing into whatever part of Riften’s sewers was below them right now. Her stream was still slow, but soon enough it picked up until there was a pale yellow cascade emanating from between her legs. Her breathing was heavy, and there were tears in her eyes – both from the effort of holding and the joy of release. It took her a good half a minute once her stream reached maximum power before it started to die down again, until finally she allowed herself to fall over, first sitting directly on the grate, still dripping a little bit through it, and then just lying down on it. She let out another sigh as she lay there, saying nothing else. Keerava, of course, was left to suffer some more, though of course she found her own bit of pleasure in it – only problem being she never could decide which part she liked more. She did turn around once she heard the storm behind her subside, and now she was watching as Azhani lay there, eyes closed, mouth open but saying nothing. She would even let out the occasional subconscious burst of pee that didn’t get to be part of the flood. Keerava didn’t know if the Khajiit noticed or cared, but it didn’t seem to matter since either way she was still just lying there, enjoying being empty again. Keerava also didn’t know when she might get that same euphoric rush that comes with relief. All things considered, she wasn’t quite at her limit, but at the same time she couldn’t stop herself from doing a little dance. She could just let go whenever she wanted. For once, she wasn’t down there to test her own limit – it was for someone else, and she’d already knocked herself out. She didn’t have to keep this up. And yet, she wanted to. She hadn’t even started leaking yet, after all. Just wouldn’t be fun if she didn’t at least get to that point first. Thus she resolved to keep waiting. For several minutes, she kept on dancing around, the dance getting more complex as time went on – adding twists and bows and all sorts of motions, her massive bulge sticking out the whole time, now even a possible rival for her breasts. The only real noise in the room was the rhythmic tapping of bare feet on metal. When Azhani finally got herself together, that tapping was the first thing she noticed. Then she sat up, and off to her right she saw Keerava, shamelessly dancing away, doing almost anything to help herself hold her waters – “almost”, of course, because she wasn’t using her hands. No, they were balled up at her sides. She wouldn’t need them, anyways, didn’t want them getting in the way when her body gave in for her. She was thinking more and more about that moment, and didn’t notice that Azhani had gotten up until she walked right in front of her. The Khajiit had gone to get her clothes, and Keerava spoke as well as she could in her current situation. “Stay here… a little while longer… Don’t go up there… without me,” she said, everything she was doing all at once robbing her of breath. Azhani nodded and quietly threw her shirt on, and slung her pants over her shoulder, with her panties tucked away inside, as she walked back to her chair. Her thighs were quite wet still, as were other parts from which drops would still fall occasionally. Not wanting to get her clothes wet yet again, she just sat down, naked from the waist down, and watched the Argonian. Her gaze was once again drawn to that great monster of a bulge Keerava was sporting. If it was firm when she touched it earlier, by now it must be like pressing up against steel plate. Before she could think, Azhani found herself asking, “How much can you even hold?” Still in constant motion, Keerava looked over at Azhani and said, “Not sure… Longest I’ve ever done was… fifty-some hours… But that was… that was special circumstances… Normally I… Normally I keep it to twenty-four… I can do a little over… over thirty, usually, though.” She was panting from the effort of holding. “And this has been how long now?” “Don’t know,” was the strained reply. “We’ll find out… when we go back… upstairs.” Keerava ended that statement with a deep sigh, stopping her dance for just a second. A second which her body took advantage of, allowing a thick clear spurt of urine past her defenses. “Damn,” was all she had to say to that as she went back to her dance. But by now it was fruitless. That one spurt had doomed her, and now every few seconds she’d let out more, but still she’d refuse to stop moving. Thanks to her movement she’d been spraying her own legs, but that didn’t matter if she could just hold on for a few more seconds. Soon enough the spurts turned into one-second streams, then they just got longer from there, to three seconds, then to five, then to ten. Keerava tried to stop, just command her body to close itself to relish the feeling of desperation for just another moment, but soon enough the pressure was too much for her. She had to stop her dance, and just spread her legs apart as that balloon of hers finally popped, all coming out in one hard, clear stream. Most appropriate for a bulge of that size, even with the torrent of pee Keerava was letting out, it still took more than two minutes for her to be done. She was left standing there, not changing her stance, belly now flat, still leaking the occasional weak spurt. Her breathing was deep, and she threw her head back as she composed herself. Finally, she brought her legs back together, and got her breathing back to normal. The scales on her legs were still glistening with the piss they had been sprayed with, and drops were falling from her legs to the floor, but otherwise the way she was standing there looked just the same as any other time she’d be standing behind the bar – except generally if she’s behind the bar she’s wearing clothes. Nobody talked for a while, but when a voice was finally heard it was Keerava’s. “You know, I’ve never been down here with anyone else before. That was, uh, well, it was interesting,” she said, before quickly hurrying to change the subject. “But, uh, you’ve still got business in town, right? How about you take tomorrow off for that.” Then she went to collect her clothes, which she casually threw on as if nothing had happened, even ignoring the fact that the crotch and inner legs of her pants were darkened instantly. Fortunately, it wasn’t a significant darkening since they were quite loose, but there was still a fairly obvious wet patch right between the legs, not helped by the fact that Keerava was still dripping. Azhani, meanwhile, was feeling her own legs to make sure they were dry enough. Satisfied, she slipped back into her underwear, then brought her pants up to cover them. “Oh, yes, business,” she said, having actually forgotten why she was in Riften, “Yes, tomorrow it will be done.” She nodded a little bit too enthusiastically. “Speaking of, what are you going to do once you’re done with… whatever you have to do?” Keerava climbed up the ladder, speaking over her shoulder as she cracked the trapdoor open to check the situation upstairs. “Don’t know,” Azhani said, “If there’s more business in some other town, Azha will go there. If not, she would like to stay here.” Keerava signaled from the ladder for her to follow, and one after the other they climbed up out of the basement, Azhani dropping the door behind her and watching it blend in almost perfectly with the rest of the floor as it shut. There was nobody at the bar except for Talen, who turned around upon hearing the two crawl up from the cellar. He just nodded at them as they both went their own ways, Azhani heading upstairs, and Keerava just leaning over on the bar, telling Talen about what had just happened, in her own clever way of telling a story such that if anyone overheard, it’d just seem like a regular, crazy adventure story.
Wow this update took waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too long. Like, I managed to forget that it's been a month since the last update. Whoops. If it's any consolation, this is the first piece of buildup towards one of the major plot points in this particular story (gasp! A fetish story with a plot!) and originally it was intended to be 100% story progression and not have any omo in it at all. As a way of saying "hey I'm way late with this one sorry", I tossed some in anyways, though admittedly it's not as well-implemented as it could have been. This entire chapter is also shorter than it should be for an update this delayed, but whaddaya gonna do? It was late morning by the time Azhani was awake and downstairs, which made it particularly surprising that there was absolutely nobody at the bar – nobody behind the counter, no Romlyn Dreth telling stories waiting for the socially-acceptable time to drink, nothing. There was the smell of meat in the air, and a fire was going strong in the pit that served as a stove, but beyond that it would have seemed like the place was abandoned. Well, abandoned aside from the fact that the entire current residency was gathered around a table in the dining room – more accurately, two tables that had been pressed together. A few heads turned to acknowledge the new arrival, but only Keerava said anything to her directly. “Oh, hey,” she said, bringing up her mug of whatever-that-was in a sort of salute. “Looks like you’re not the only one getting a day off.” Then she waved the Khajiit over, who tentatively took a seat next to Keerava, leaving herself directly across from Lydia, who was more invested in the conversation Talen and the Dragonborn were having. War stories, by the sound of it, though very much a one-sided discussion. “As it turns out,” Keerava said, bringing Azhani’s attention back to her own side of the table, “Even the Nords around here don’t much like snow. They’d rather sit around and get drunk off their asses in the comfort of their own home than make the effort to dig their way over to the local bar.” She drank from her mug of whatever – by the smell of it, it was apparently some sort of tea – and went on. “Not that I can blame them. I mean, it’s still snowing, probably won’t stop until tomorrow. I sure wouldn’t want to dig out the streets only for them to get covered up again. You want some?” She had grabbed the pitcher that had been sitting on the table near her and re-filled her own mug – though the tea surely had to be cold by now, sitting there out in the open – and was now waving it at the Khajiit next to her. Azhani nodded quietly and took some bread from a plate in the middle of the table, speaking while Keerava found a new cup and filled it with tea that was definitely no longer the correct temperature. “Wouldn’t you want people to come in today, though?” “Oh, yeah, of course.” She handed the cup over to the Khajiit. “Can’t get paid by people who aren’t here. But business was going to be shit anyways, I’d have to do way more work than makes any kind of sense, and I’d have to put up with Romlyn and his asinine stories about how his ancestor was imprisoned alongside the Champion of Cyrodiil. I mean, how do you even go from being some nobody horse thief or whatever in some dank cell under the Imperial City, to being savior of the world?” “Happens more often than you’d think,” Bjorn chimed in. “Haven’t you heard of the Nerevarine?” “Everyone who knows how to read knows about the Nerevarine. What about him?” Keerava had set her tea down and was now leaning back with her arms crossed, while Azhani was listening in quietly, working on her bread. “Well, the Nerevarine started off as a prisoner, too, y’know. Emperor at the time was, uh… Uriel, I think. Guy right before Martin, ended up getting himself killed. Anyways, he gets this vision or something, decides to release these prisoners he has, so he sends them off to Vvardenfell, one of them ends up punching Dagoth Ur in the face and stabs some heart or something. I forget the details, but we all know the story.” Bjorn took a swig of his own drink, which was definitely not tea. “Oh, but that’s not even the best part. I, uh… found… this book, right?” Lydia looked off to the side while Bjorn spoke, trying to seem casual, but obviously knowing more than either of the two were saying. “Memoirs of Saint Jiub. The guy says that he was on the same prison boat as the Nerevarine. Crazy, isn’t it?” “Jiub the fucking Eradicator?” Keerava was leaning forwards now, with her elbows on the table. Azhani and Talen were watching silently from either side of her, neither of them really knowing what to do. “You’re telling me, Saint fucking Jiub was a prisoner shipped off to Vvardenfell along with the Nerevarine?” “The guy who would become the Nerevarine, yes.” “And, what, that’s supposed to make Romlyn’s crazy stories more believable?” While Keerava was talking, Azhani was reaching across the table to get to that pitcher. Cold, yes, but still good. “No, just the part about the Champion of Cyrodiil having been a prisoner. All that Mythic Dawn crap he says Valen got involved in, I ain’t buying. But it definitely makes sense that the guy who saves the world started off as a prisoner.” Keerava threw up her hands in defeat. “Alright, fine, you win, but that doesn’t make his stories any less of a pain to listen to every damn day.” Then she stood up. “Now I’m going to go back to sleep. Have fun with your history lesson.” She turned and walked off towards the stairs, with the faint sound of a door closing above confirming her location. Everyone else got up a little bit afterwards, too – everyone except the Dragonborn, who had his feet up on the table and his chair in critical danger of falling backwards, just sitting there drinking. Though, with nothing for any of them to do, they didn’t go far. Talen underwent the unthinkably massive journey of travelling all the way to the opposite side of the table to talk to the Dragonborn, and everyone else went off to some corner of the inn or another. Azhani quietly followed Lydia, not paying attention to anyone else’s whereabouts, though she heard a brief exchange between Talen and the Dragonborn that seemed to be about gemstones, or something along those lines. Nothing was actually exchanged, though – not that she was paying attention to expensive things changing hands, or anything. Lydia was paying attention, though, and noticed the Khajiit walking up behind her. “Hi,” she said, “Need something?” She was sitting on a table, looking out the nearest window. The view was pure white, a combination of the modest amount of snow that had piled up outside and the cold glazing all the windows with a layer of frost. “Actually, yes. Need some help.” Azhani had her tail at her side and was stroking it with one hand, in a way that would have looked like grooming, but considering she couldn’t seem to look at any one thing, the idea of asking someone else to do anything for her was making her nervous. “Need, uh, protection. Escort.” “Eh?” Lydia had stopped looking out the window and was now watching the Khajiit. “What for?” Azhani muttered something inaudible and moved her tail around so that she could hold onto it with both hands – for some reason it made her remember that one time she saw a painting of a bridge in some temple somewhere – but when Lydia just tilted her head, clearly not having heard anything, Azhani spoke again, a little louder. “Ratways,” she said. “Have to go to the Ratways. It’s dangerous there. Need help.” “Oh, is that it?” Lydia jumped down from the table and stretched. “Guess you’re not the type to carry weapons around, huh? Well, I’ll go let the Thane know.” Azhani froze as Lydia started to walk off. “Wait, what? Why?” “Because he’s got to go down there, too. Rescue some old guy or something. I don’t know, don’t really care, I just carry his stuff. And technically I can’t really go anywhere without telling him first, because that’s how housecarls work, I guess.” Lydia shrugged. “Good chance to get it done, though, if we’re going down there for you anyways.” She started walking again, but turned around one more time. “Oh, you don’t have anything to wear in the cold, do you?” Azhani shook her head, and Lydia continued, “Well, alright, meet us down here in an hour or two, I’ll have something for you.” Sure enough, two hours later, Bjorn and Lydia came downstairs fully armored, both wearing hoods tucked into the padding beneath the plates with scarves bundled up around their necks – Bjorn wearing his traditional red, Lydia now wearing a plain dark gray. Lydia had a bundle of thick tan cloth in her arms. She set the bundle down on the nearest table as Azhani walked over. The Khajiit had spent the entirety of the last two hours wandering around on the ground floor of the inn, making some attempt to socialize with Talen, and mindlessly checking the various barrels and bottles lying around. Lydia waved one hand over the bundle on the table. “Here you go,” she said, as Azhani lifted it. The bundle promptly unfolded, revealing itself to be a travelling cloak. Slightly bigger than Azhani’s frame, it was clearly intended to fit Lydia, but it was a proper, heavy woolen cloak, sure to keep out the elements. It even had fur around where one’s neck and shoulders would go, though that would likely only be useful for aesthetics. And it was slightly unnerving – it was definitely from some fox or something, Azhani still felt weird handling it. One thing to be covered in fur naturally, another thing entirely to wear something else’s at the same time. Or someone else’s. The Dunmer didn’t do that anymore as far as she knew, but still. All she could say in response was “Uh, thanks” as she put the cloak on and adjusted it around the neck to make it fit better. When she put her arms down, the cloak surrounded her so completely that only her feet and the tip of her tail could be seen sticking out from the very bottom. Then she headed to the front door without another word, leaving the Nords to follow behind. It was still snowing, and Azhani had to work her way out the door and on top of the little pile of snow packed in front of the door. Fortunately, since the door was slightly recessed, that space didn’t get as much snowfall as the area around it. That still had the problem of there being a rather significant amount of snow on the ground everywhere else – only half a foot or so, barely anything by Skyrim standards, but still uncomfortable to navigate considering Azhani’s boots were old and worn-out from years of being her only footwear, and weren’t even intended for this kind of activity even when they were new. Fortunately, the Nords seemed to have a solution. Lydia stepped outside first, followed by Bjorn, who came forward, planted his feet into the snow as securely as possible, and looked down at the ground. Then he Shouted: “FO, KRAH DIIIIIII-” The last word blended into the sound of ice magically pouring from his mouth, chilling the snow in front of him even beyond its regular frozen status. Azhani shivered behind him – her cloak could apparently not protect from even the residual chill from a blast of a dragon’s ice-breath. Good thing she didn’t have to test that out on a real dragon. The Shout ended after a few seconds, though, and as soon as Bjorn had shut his mouth, he held one arm up in the air, then quickly dropped it again in a slamming motion, accompanied by a purple flame. There was a cracking sound as all the super-frozen snow suddenly packed itself down, providing a solid walking surface. “Well, let’s get going then,” Bjorn said, rubbing his hands together and stretching. The Shout-and-telekinesis combination had to be done repeatedly on the trip down to the Ratway entrance, making what would have been a relatively short walk into an extremely slow hike. The good thing about that was it gave Azhani plenty of time to think. She had nearly forgotten why she had come to Riften in the first place, after all, and now was a good time to consider her plans. The bad thing was having time to think made her realize that she’d been wandering around the dining room back in the inn for the last two hours. In fact, she was already fully dressed when she came downstairs right after waking up, so she couldn’t remember if she had gone back to her room for anything. Though for right now that wouldn’t be a problem as long as she didn’t spend too much time thinking about it. In fact, that might not even be a problem at all, if they could get through the Ratway quickly and not get interrupted by some maniac with magic gloves, or something like that. All things considered, it didn’t take them too long to actually get into the Ratway – the last little bit of the route was all underneath the regular boardwalk-streets, so there was hardly any snow there to deal with. Once they were in, all three of them stopped for a moment to clean the snow off themselves. Azhani shook her head energetically. Her hood was big enough to cover her eyes if she pulled it up, so her usually jet-black head was now powdered white on top from standing outside for so long. She was fairly sure some of that snow ended up on the Nords, which wasn’t necessarily a bad outcome. Neither of them seemed to notice, though, so after a minute they were on their way. The tunnels were extremely straightforward, at least at the entrance. Quite literally, even. All they had to do was walk directly forward – indeed, that was all they could do – before they came across a room with a pair of bandits living in it. Azhani ended up in the back of the group, which proved to be very useful when they encountered this minor annoyance. Without anything in their way, the Nords were able to take the bandits down before they could even decide that it was just the wind. Being behind everyone else also had the advantage of giving Azhani extra cover if she needed to move around discreetly, though the cloak already provided cover enough for that. Also she didn’t need to – there was a feeling there that she knew she should do something about, but that was it. That feeling was soon accompanied by a feeling of great annoyance. The group had come to a drawbridge. Except it was raised. And the lever to lower it was on the other side of the gap. “Okay, first question.” Bjorn was rubbing his forehead, very much displeased, though not at the bridge itself. “Who in Oblivion puts a drawbridge in a sewer? Second question. What moron puts the lever for a drawbridge in a sewer on the far side of the bridge?” Lydia looked down over the edge and into the gap the bridge would have spanned. “Small enough drop to jump down. Looks like the only choice.” “Couldn’t he just, eh, Shout his way across and pull the lever?” Azhani’s question was technically directed at Lydia, since she still didn’t want to talk to the Dragonborn. “Oh, sure, I could,” he said. He made no indication that he noticed the question’s intended target. “If I wanted to slam my face into that bridge. And I don’t. We’ve got to go around.” Then he jumped down to the floor below. His head still reached up to the floor he was just standing on. “Well, let’s not spend too long waiting around here, huh?” Lydia and Azhani looked at each other for a moment and shrugged, before they both jumped down and followed along. Azhani took a second to recover from the impact of the landing, mentally reassuring herself that everything was fine. Particularly noticeable now, though, but still fine. So she carried on, and neither of the Nords noticed she had fallen slightly behind. It didn’t take long for the group to stop again, though. They were passing through one room, when a door opened off to the side and an old vagrant stumbled out to greet them. Although, his definition of “greet” seemed to be shouting “Aim for the middle one” at himself and throwing wildly inaccurate drunken punches. He flailed around for a while, occasionally landing a hit on the Dragonborn, creating slight dents on the armor plating that shouldn’t have been physically possible. Bjorn, of course, just stood there. “Stop that,” he said. “What are you doing?” He received no answer and the drunk continuing punching in his general direction. Once Bjorn grew tired of that – which only took a couple of minutes – he grabbed the drunk by the shoulders and used his knee for the only thing it could do beyond store arrows. When he released his hold, the drunk ended up immediately on the ground, rolling around aimlessly. Bjorn took a moment to slide the gloves off the drunk’s hands, and gave them to Lydia. “Good magic on these, hold onto them for a while, will you?” His answer was something muttered about burdens, which was apparently satisfactory, since he continued on like nothing had just happened. Lydia followed, and Azhani hurried along a few seconds later once she had properly absorbed that encounter and realized that she was starting to fall behind again. Fortunately for all three of them, the rest of the journey was very much uneventful and straightforward – they came across and pulled the lever for the drawbridge, but beyond that it was very simple walk to their destination, with hardly any distractions. Especially fortunate for Azhani, since that tea of hers had finished settling down and was now letting her know that now would be a great time to do something about it. Eager to not wet herself for once this week, as soon as they passed through the door to the run-down cistern that passed for a bar down in the Ratway, Azhani stopped the group. “Okay, here is far enough,” she said. Her legs were shuffling ever so slightly under her cloak, subtle enough to not be visible from the outside. “Go on ahead, can get back alone.” “What, here?” Bjorn looked around. “What’s here? Why would y-“ He cut himself off by pointing far too dramatically at the Khajiit. “You’re Thieves Guild?” “Yes, Azha is Thieves Guild.” She shrugged like it was just part of normal life. Lydia had run off to some distant corner while Bjorn continued. “But, why? Why would you do this? There are plenty of ways to make money without having to take it from someone else.” Azhani really didn’t have time for this. Having someone criticize her life choices wasn’t high on her list of priorities. “Has it noticed,” she started, “that there is a war going on? Has it noticed that there are dragons burning down cities and eating people?” “Yes! Yes, I have! They’re kind of hard to ignore. I’d think that makes it an even better reason to not steal from people, since everyone else has lost so much.” “We don’t steal from the poor. And does it really think they’re not doing what they can to survive? This one does this because it’s all she can do to survive.” Fortunately, her legs were still concealed, because she’d probably be taken far less seriously if their movement was visible. “Surviving doesn’t have to involve taking things from other people. Things aren’t easy, but there are other ways to get by.” Bjorn crossed his arms. “How should it know? It’s the Dragonborn. When has it ever had to fight to survive?” That tail lashing could very easily be interpreted as anger. And, sure, that’s what it was. Mostly. “Before I got to Skyrim, actually, if you must know. Don’t you know about Helgen? My head was on the godsdamned block all because I happened to be on the wrong side of the border, near the wrong road, at the perfect time to meet the guards taking Ulfric Stormcloak to his death. Shit, I was born in Bruma during the Great War, and let me tell you, Cyrodiil is the last place you want to be when the Dominion is busy burning down White-Gold and raping everyone in the Imperial City.” “But it wasn’t in the Imperial City, was it? It was in Bruma. Dominion never touched Bruma. And it was too young to remember anything, anyways.” Azhani just realized that she was in a shouting match with the Dragonborn, which could get extremely terrible if it escalated into the other kind of Shouting match. Didn’t matter, though. And there was still that whole bladder situation to contend with, too – it was yelling at her even louder than she was yelling at Bjorn. “Sure, sure, but that fucking idiot Titus got, what was it, three Legions killed taking the city back.” He inadvertently let some flames escape from his hands, which were now tightly balled into fists – fortunately the flames were only light bursts, and were gone as soon as they had started. “Legions too small, no police. And guess what the first place they decided to recall the Legions from was? The force there never actually recovered.” “So, wait, it knows what these wars do. Why hasn’t it tried to stop this war?” On one hand, this was greatly reducing the pressure in Azhani’s abdomen. On the other, that pressure would all come back at once when she calmed down again. “I- what?” Bjorn was expecting some other criticism about how all the supply lines to Bruma were still intact. “It’s the Dragonborn. Has it gone to Solitude? To Windhelm? Has it talked to Tullius or Stormcloak?” She wasn’t quite sure, but Azhani thought she felt a little drop escape. “It- you. You could convince them to end the war.” Taking a deep breath just then probably wasn’t the best idea, since Azhani felt a brief spurt rush out as she did. “What do you- they wouldn’t-“ It took a moment for the Dragonborn to find the right words. “Even if I had gone over to try to convince them, neither of them would go ahead and end the war. Not alone. Not without…” Azhani was left waiting for him to stop being lost in thought. And she didn’t really have the time to wait. “Dragonborn!” “Ah, what?” He shook his head. “Oh, right, no, I know what I need to do. I know how to end the war. Just need… Yeah.” Bjorn started to run off towards his initial destination, but before he was completely gone he turned around and yelled “Thank you”. The little Khajiit, meanwhile, was left rather confused. She had no idea how that conversation had reached that conclusion. But, now that it was over, she had one thing only to focus on. Lucky for her, she knew the exact location of what she needed down there. There was a closet across the room, a place that nobody ever went into – odds were nobody even realized it existed, since it had nothing to do with the secret entrance to the Guild just nearby. It took some miracle, but Azhani managed to rush over as fast as she could with her cloak nearly tripping her, and only a few drops had escaped on the way, still not enough to leave a mark on her pants. She wasted no time actually getting into the closet and shutting the door behind her. The room had no light source at all, but that was hardly a problem – Azhani couldn’t see any containers on the floor, but that was more because there were none there than because it was dark. She did see a bottle or a pitcher or something on a shelf within arm’s reach, though, and immediately grabbed it, simultaneously undressing just enough to get this to work. There was a brief moment of careful positioning, which perhaps included a leak or two hitting the floor directly, but once everything was in position, Azhani didn’t even bother lowering herself to a squat. She just stood there, emptying herself into a jug she was carefully holding up in exactly the right position with one hand. All she really could do was just lean back against the door and wait. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of her stream hitting the clay walls of the jug, which drowned out the sounds of criminals getting up to whatever they were doing out in the bar. Hopefully they couldn’t hear it from there. It took a minute, but eventually she finished – just in time, too, the jug wasn’t particularly big and was nearly at capacity. She set the container back where she found it and dressed up again, dusting off her cloak and thoroughly checking her pants to make sure there was no visible wetness on them. Satisfied, she quietly left the closet and slipped through the cabinet that acted as the door to the Guild. She had quite a few things to tell Brynjolf, but this was most definitely not one of them. For the record, I don't know how many more chapters I'll write between here and the big update I'm going to call Season Unending (wow it's a Skyrim quest title, how original) but as I get closer to it I will let you know once I figure that out. I don't really know why I want to get Tullius, Ulfric, and Bjorn into a room together, but I want to do that. Hell, I should probably think about changing the title since the Bee and Barb will feature very little in the next few chapters, and indeed I plan on taking this to a point where it's just following along the Skyrim main quest, therefore leaving Riften behind for a long time. Side-note: this story matches up with a very weird position in the Skyrim questline. Bjorn knows more Shouts than he should, because I'm showing the Thu'um and the entire dragon-soul thing as being slightly closer to lore than it's depicted in-game. Otherwise, the main quest has only been completed up to A Cornered Rat, which is the topic of this chapter. Bjorn has been to the Soul Cairn, and Dawnguard is done. Dragonborn has not been started. Edited January 23, 2018 by Sake (see edit history)

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