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CHAPTER 3
Ms. Marison, Ms. Jennie, Ms. Chandler, and Ms. Kringle did not get to go to the bathroom. They were stuck in their small high school with small classrooms, yet they had oversize bladders at this point…and that was not a good thing. Their bladders were filled. Their lower bellies felt like a baby was inside beating it’s way out with fists on fire. As they went back to their classrooms to teach they felt so much discomfort.
Ms. Chandler took her orange jacket off as her nerves were tense and things were getting uncomfortably hotter. She sweated in her white, wrinkled button-down shirt and tucked one leg under her private parts and sat tight like a pretzel. “Okay everyone, just take out your projects and work on them all period. Or your homework from another class.” Anything that did not involve her standing up. She had a whole other hour before she would at least have a chance to get in the bathroom again. She was scared at what she would feel like by then. She thought, will I even be able to make it?!?
“But Ms. Chandler,” a student said. “You were suppose to teach us how to paint multicolors out.”
“Isn’t it on our final next month?” another student asked.
“Crap,” Ms. Chandler whispered to herself. She got up very carefully, walked over to the board with her legs closed tight, taking short, small breaths to deal with her growing urge to urinate. She picked up the brush, dipped it in the watercup, “OOOHHOO!” she moaned. People looked at her confused at what was wrong. Dipping that brush for the splash it caused, even little triggered more pain. Ms. Chandler placed on hand on her belly and felt it was bigger than usual. It had bulged out.
Ms. Marison stood in front of her class explaining a formula on the board. Her arms held high across her chest crossed as she bounced with her legs crossed in front of all of her students. She tried not to turn red from embarrassment; nothing compared to the embarrassment if she did not make it to the bathroom and empty her bladder. It was a constant struggle like Ms. Chandler to fight off the continuous pulses from their bladders.
Ms. Kringle almost got to go last break, but she was forbidden. No using the student’s restroom. Small school, and they want the health of their students to come first so they can feel safe and pay attention. Screw the teachers Kringle guessed. Her bare ankles in her white heels crossed as she sat in her chair reading to her students. Her legs in her tight blue jeans were closed tight and she had both hands on her crotch motioning around to deal with the ongoing bladder agony. This was torture. She sweat and frowned as she passed off reading to a student so she could focus on holding.
Ms. Jennie had to have had it the worst. She was shuffling her feet with her legs pressed tight as she waved her hips back and forth. One hand massaged her belly while the other held chalk. “Ok cccllass,” she jumbled her words together due to losing focus cause of the bladder pains. “So an e-easy way to remember it is-EE!” she shrieked. Her legs remained tight as knees went inwards and she stopped at the last moment a leak from shooting out of her. The students could tell the distress she was in and giggled. So humiliating.
Ms. Chandler could not take much more. She had a huge bubble ready to burst inside of her. Her legs were shuffling together tight as she bounced. About to cry, she had enough. “Ok, everyone, I’ll be right back. I’m sorry, but I have to use the bathroom.” She blushed and ran out. She reached the bathroom and saw the little sign on the lock was on the OCCUPIED label. “Oh damn it!” she complained. Going from foot to foot as she battled her losing fight, feeling like she would let it loose in her pants and panties any moment, . She knocked, “Please hurry up! I really have to go, pee!”
Ms. Kringle and Marison looked down and saw their bellies had expanded over their pant’s waist. Their bladders were filled WAY past their body’s limit. They squirmed as they stood in front of students.
Ms. Chandler was bent over, hands in crotch, legs crossed, and her tan pants tight around her butt and pushing on the front of her waist. Her belt and button pushed tight as cement against her bulged bladder. However, hope came as the occupant left the bathroom. There it was: a white toilet ready to use. To help her avoid an embarrassing accident and get relief. She started to walk in.
The intercom came out loud with the principal’s god-like voice. “Attention students and staff, we are in a medium lockdown. Please everyone, return to your classrooms or get into one, and close your doors. There is no danger.”
Ms. Chandler could not believe what she was hearing. A medium lockdown meant something is in the halls and no one can be in the halls until the matter is settled. Maybe students fighting, a shattered glass, flood, someone passed out, etc. But the point was she had no choice but to return to class since her students were unatteneded. She wanted to cry at how unfair it was. The toilet looked back at her and all her body wanted to do was pee. She HAD to GO SO BAD! But she could not now. She walked carefully away stumbling as Ms. Jennie ran by her and into the bathroom. Chandler heard Jennie scream, “I’M GOING TO EXPLODE!” The poor student teacher ran in and slammed the door. Chandler was jealous, as being a student teacher, the real teacher was still in her room so the students had an adult present.
Jennie struggled with her expanded, swollen, aching bladder against her tight, white pant’s waist. She could not get the button undone. She dug her fingers in and pinched them which hurt but there was no choice. “Come on!” she said in a low, strained voice with cracks in it. She pulled and pulled and the button came undone. She pulled the zipper down, then her pants and panties, and as she danced onto the toilet seat, felt an immediate relief of her bladder’s pee pouring out of her like a keg at a college party that just got opened. Like the one time she saw beer get sprayed from the keg everywhere, she was doing that in the toilet now. She felt her belly shrink and nerves calm. So much came out that the filled bowl of pee hit her butt cheeks. She flushed, and had to wait in the bathroom until the lockdown was cleared. Accident avoided and panties dry!
After the lockdown was cleared, Ms. Chandler and Kringle were unfortunate to be called to a staff meeting for some teachers. As they held their bursting bladders, they had to attend. But Ms. Marison was lucky to have the next period off. She stumbled out of her room tipping foot to foot grabbing herself down there as she felt her bladder ready to explode and destroy her panties. She unlocked the bathroom, and saw the beautiful toilet. As she walked in an eager student pulled her aside and made one of her legs tip up to the side again as she was puled away in the other. She tried to clench her crotch muscles as he leg up almost made her have an accident. She dropped her keys on the bathroom floor, and the door closed and automatically locked as it was built to.
“I’m sorry Ms. Marison,” Dustin said. “But you left so quick, I had to ask about-.”
“Dustin,” Marison said shaking. “Please come to me next period. PLEASE.” Dustin walked off annoyed. Marison walked back up to the bathroom and grabbed the door knob. Locked, it would not open one bit. She checked her pockets for her keys, but then she remembered seeing them fall onto the floor. They were locked inside the bathroom. She could not get in.
Marison’s heart raced as her legs crossed and she bounced fast up and down. “I REALLY HAVE TO PEEEEEEE!” She cried. She bit her lip as two drops shot out of her. Oh no….
TO BE CONTINUED…
Edited November 10, 2017 by Rick Dixon
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CHAPTER 4
Ms. Chandler and Ms. Kringle stood at the staff meeting since there were no chairs left. Chanlder was back in her orange dress jacket and both of them felt the waistband of their tight pants cut into their lower belly as their bladders expanded out against their skin. Each pulse felt like a stab, and the pulses were constant. They were nervous, their hearts racing at the possibility of not making it and being humiliated. As the principal went over to talk about the pipe that exploded and leaked water on the other side of school, some others noticed Chandler and Kringle squirm in place as they stood against the wall. Ms. Kringle’s mouth opened wanting to yell out in agony but only squeaked. Her legs crossed in those tight jeans and she could barely keep her eyes open. Ms. Chanlder could not stop her legs squeezed together and feet shuffling like she was winning a race. Except she was losing a battle with her a bladder.
“Ahh what are we going to do??!??” Ms. Kringle complained in a whisper.
Ms. Chandler’s belly growled from aching. “I have no flipping idea. I can’t pee my pants, I just can’t.”
The principal noticed right then the two teachers moving around in place through squirms and bounces. “Are you two okay?”
“Y-yes sir,” Ms. Chandler said in a strained voice.
“You two look like you’re getting sick or something,” another teacher said.
Kringle’s legs crossed. Chandler’s left knee went up over the other leg, and she pushed her hands in her pockets. She pressed onto her hips and massaged them. The need to go was getting uncontrollable.
“Alright then,” the principal said. “Anyways, the maintence workers have informed me that the plumbing system under our school is becoming clogged with mold from the chemicals in the science classrooms being flushed down the sink. It is causing a PRESSURE of WATER.”
Those two words felt like punches in the guts to Chandler and Kringle. The principal then brought up screenshots on the overhead. The photos of water flowing in the pipes made it worst for the desperate teachers. They could not stop squirming.
Ms. Marison was dancing in front of the locked teacher’s lavatory. Her keys were trapped inside. With her legs locked together she shuffled them over each other and wiped sweat from her forehead. “Oooohhhooo,” she moaned in agony. Her belly felt like it would pop and her bladder would explode. She saw students walks around past her and her heart raced as she thought about her possible impending accident that would cause a hallway of laughter and turn her cheeks bright red. She saw Mrs. Temple leave her room and walk towards the bathroom. Ms. Marison begged, “Mrs. Temple! Please, please, please! I’m sorry but I really need to pee and my keys got locked in there. Please can you open the door for me?”
“Of course, yeah,” Mrs.Temple said. She unlocked the door and walked in and kicked Ms. Marison’s keys out to her. Ms. Marison picked them up in joy. “I had to go anyways as well,” Temple said, and she shut the door, occupying the bathroom.
Ms. Marison’s jaw dropped, and tears fell from her eyes. The two drops that shot out into her panties before became warmer against her private area. Her legs crossed like a pretzel.
The faculty meeting ended, and everyone exited the room. Ms. Chandler and Kringle did not even listen to ninety percent of what was discussed. Their face were red and bladders ready to explode. Ms. Chandler said, “Thank God! To the bathroom.”
Kringle said, “Yeah for you. I have no more classes today. I’m going home to pee. I can’t wait anymore this is ridiculous.” She ran off, out the building, started her car, and drove.
Ms. Chandler waddled down the hallway. Arms crossed on her torso as she moaned and kept her legs tight right up to the crotch.
Ms. Marison felt another spurt from her crotch escape her bladder. OH NO! She could feel the pee slowly starting to escape her body and stain her panties and pants. “This can’t be happening!” she cried quietly. But then, the door opened and Ms. Marison saw Ms. Temple leave and she pushed her to the side and ran in. Ms. Chandler rushed down the hall just to see the bathroom become occupied again.
Ms. Kringle was most definitely breaking the speed limit. Her bladder pulsed at constant painful measures. She thought, she’s a grown woman, she can’t wet her pants. She just could not. Her heart sank as police lights started to flash in the background. “Oh no,” she said in pain. She pulled over, and just her luck so did the cop. He walked up to her car and she pressed her legs together tight. She shook in her seat. “Yes officer?”
“Miss, you were hitting twenty over the speed limit, do you realize that?” he asked.
“I’m s-s-sorry sir,” she slurred her words, unable to concentrate from the bladder pulses.
“Licenses and registration,” he said. She handed them to him. “Wait here please.” He walked back to his car to check the information.
Ms. Kringle shook more and faster. “Oh, come on, come on, come on!”
Ms. Marison let out a long sound of relief. She heard a stream fly out of her into the toilet like a fire hose. Yes, a few drops escaped, but none showed on her pants. She escaped humiliation. Ms. Chandler could hear from outside and it made her squirm from the desperation. She pulled out her hair pins as the sweat was causing discomfort on her head and her short brown hair fell to the sides of her face. She took her orange jacket off and pulled her sleeves up a little on her white button-down shirt. “Man, I got to pee!” she said, feeling her rock solid, round bladder-belly.
As Ms. Kringle continued to shake, the police officer walked up to her. “Ok miss, I need you to step out of the car.”
Her heart sank. “Why?”
“Procedure. You were also weaving on the road a bit. Need to make sure you’re not intoxicated.”
“I’m not I just came from school.”
“Miss. Out now. Please.”
She did as she was told. Her hips waving back and forth. There was not much time left for her. There were people walking down the street, neighbors she knew. Even a couple senior boys who got out early were standing by on their cells. They waved to Ms. Kringle.
Ms. Chandler knocked on the door. “Oh my God please hurry!” She bounced with her legs tight together, both hands at crotch, ready to pee on herself in minutes if she did not get in there. The Principal made an announcement before, but she did not hear it. Too much distraction from her bladder. Ms. Marison felt like she had to go number two as well since her gut had gone through so much pain today. Ten more minutes went by. Ms. Chandler was about to lose it, fighting it off every last bit. Then, Ms. Marison came out of the bathroom. That was weird since Chandler did not hear her flush. But all she cared about was getting in there, but Ms. Marison blocked the door.
“I don’t think you want to do that,” Marison said.
“Believe me,” Ms. Chandler said bouncing. “I really do!” Two steps in and she saw the toilet filled with pee and poop. She almost threw up. She pushed the flushing handle but nothing happened. No water flushed it. “What the?”
“Excuse me ladies,” said the janitor. He pushed both out and shut the bathroom door, using his special key to lock it which keeps everyone else out, including teachers for mantence repairs.
“What…what are you doing?” Ms. Chandler said.
The janitor said, “Well you heard the principal’s announcements just now. He gave everyone ten minutes to take a last bathroom break. That pipe leak on the other end of the school, caused by a pressure build up. We had to turn all the water off just now.”
Ms. Chandler froze in terror. “But…for h-h-how long?”
“Rest of the day,” he said. “Can’t end school early either. The buses are in the next town over until 3 PM. Least you ladies both got to go it looked like. Bathrooms should be fixed for tomorrow.” He walked away.
The bathrooms were ALL CLOSED. The water off. No plumbing…even though Ms. Chandler’s plumbing was about to burst. Her pressure was building up way past max as wel, and her eyes widened from realizing the bathrooms would be closed for the last hour of the day. Just when she had class. She shook and bounced as sweat leaked from her head, and tears from her eyes. The constant pulses causing aggravation in the feeling of boiling hot pressure ready to pop her belly open, drench her panties and pants which were so light everyone would see. She NEEDED TO HOLD IT IN!
“Um, Ms. Chandler,” Marison asked, feeling a little guilty. “You going to be okay?”
Ms. Chandler cried, clenching every muscle to avoid an embarrassing accident.
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“No stop wait!” Ms. Chandler yelled. She grabbed the janitor. “You have to open that bathroom now. I’m desperate. I need to pee!”
The janitor pushed her off. “You should’ve listened to the announcements. Principal even said teacher could use the student bathrooms if they needed. Not my problem.”
Ms. Chandler pulled her hair and grabbed the bathroom handle. She pulled on it and pulled harder and harder needing to get in that bathroom and unleash the force inside her body ready to blow. Or else it would all be in her panties and pants.
The janitor pushed her away. “Calm down! Enough, alright. Those are new, metal extreme locks. A crowbar can’t break them.” He walked off.
Ms. Chandler shook uncontrollably. Her bladder was filled past limits, belly inflated tight against her pants waist that it felt like knives digging into her, and the fear and feeling she might explode in public any second. In front of all her student and staff. Tears and sweat drips from her eyes and her breathing and heart rate picked up. No more toilets. The water was off, bathrooms all locked and out of order...and that means
“Oh...my...god!” Ms. Chandler cried on the verge of explosion. Her legs crossed and hands pushed against her crotch.
“Ms. Chandler,” Marison said. “You’ll be ok. You can hold it until the hour is up and then go home.”
Ms. Chandler turned red. “Easy for you to say! I’m literally ready to burst. You got to go at least.” Ms. Chandler has no choice. She had to go to class. She stumbled off as the weights of her bladder made her trip foot to foot. She pulled out her hair bun and short brown hair fell down. “Ooohhhoooo,” she moaned in agony.
“Poor girl,” Ms. Marison said. Yet with relief since her bladder was empty and pants dry.
In class Ms. Chandler walked in slowly and across her students. They looked at their teacher walking with her legs tight together and hips back and forth. She sat down on her chair and kicked off her shoes and pulled off the socks. Her feet were sweating from the pain and pressure. She looked down and saw her belly visible and expanded over her waist, her belt cutting into her from the tightness causing more pain. She took off her orange jacket and dug her hands deep against her crotch to plug up. Every second that passed a new pulse, each worse than the last ranged throughout her body. Ms. Chandler looked up at the clock and saw the hour that was left. She so badly wanted to get up and run to the bathroom but all the toilet were turned off and bathroom doors locked. She was trapped. If she had an accident in front of her students and other staff it would be humiliating.
“Um, Ms. Chandler?” a girl raised her hand. Alicia. She wore a tight red shirt and black dress pants. Ms. Chandler looked at the shaking student. “Are there really no bathrooms working in the school?”
Ms. Chandler was losing sight of the girl due to the tears in her eyes and pain causing a blur. “Y-y-yes Alicia. Sssorry. Now class open your bladders I MEAN books to chapter 1…oooohhhhhooo.” ONE. She had to go number one.
“But I need to go!” Alicia said.
Chandler felt so bad for her student. “I’m sorry Alicia but-.” Ms. Chandler watched in horror as Alicia cried and peed all over herself at her seat. Pee streamed out from the bottom of the senior student’s pants and formed a puddle on the floor. Alicia cried as if spurt from out of her butt and down off her seat as well. Students backed away, some laughed at the poor girl, but seeing Alicia pee herself and the pee dripping off the seat and splashing onto the floor caused a tremendous amount of pain for Ms. Chandler. Her hands went deeper in her crotch and legs squeezed tighter to hold in the waterfall about to explode out of her.
Ms. Kringle was a mile away from the school stopped on the street. She waited outside her car and shook, her hips waiving back and forth as her blue jeans beat into her swollen bladder. The blonde teacher could not wait much longer.
“Officer I’m sorry but are you done yet?” she asked.
The cop checked her ID. “Ms. Are you aware this license has expired?”
She stomped her foot. “Damn. I’m sorry. Look, I really got to-.”
“One moment while I call the DMV.”
She pulled her hair. Even worse, the sprinklers went on in someone’s yard. Seeing the drops fly in streams and splash made her swollen crotch groan. She held her belly tight and bit her lips. Eyes water, feeling a spurt in her panties. “Officer you really need to hurry up, I have to pee!” She was embarrassed asking, but she had no choice. She was about to burst.
Ms. Chandler was sweating from her hair to her bottom bare feet as her muscle all over felt like they would pop out due to her pee pressure being so bad. She rocked in her chair. A spurt of pee came out of her body, escaped and stained her panties. She could feel a small wet spot form in her crotch area of her tan light pants. “Oh…man….errrr.” Ms. Chanlder knew she would explode any minute now unless she took drastic action. Meanwhile poor Alicia covered her face crying. She was humiliated, and Ms. Chanlder saw that as her future.
Her eyes widened as she felt cracks opening inside her bladder..
TO Be CONTINUED… |
THE FINALE…Who bursts? Who makes it? And why am I asking you these questions? Lol seriously enjoy:
RECAP: Average high school, a bunch of female teachers forced to wait to use the school’s one toilet bathroom for teachers. As time goes on the teachers who wait, their desperation grew and grew. Ms. Marison almost burst, but made it just in time. Ms. Chandler was next, but the school’s water system was shut down due to broken stuff, and now with one hour left of the day (a slow hour) she is forced to wait while she is literally seconds away from bursting in her pants in public. Ms. Kringle, she thought she could escape. But was stopped down the road by a cop and is now taking his time to check her ID. Ms. Kringle is bursting. Now, our story continues:
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Ms. Kringle’s eyes were wide as the pain of expanding in her belly and bladder grew in shock wave throughout her body. Her body spasmed from holding in the ocean inside. Her legs crossed and locked tight up to the crotch. She felt a drop or two already slosh in her panties, and the warm feeling made it all so much worse. She pushed her hands deep in her jean’s pockets and arms tight to her side. She shook. I’m not gonna make it! I’m not gonna make it! She thought. The sprinklers in the yard across the street from her only caused more agony for the poor teacher who had to pee so badly her vision went blurry.
The only person in town who could understand Ms. Kringle’s pain was Ms. Chandler. Ms. Chandler was still stuck in the toiletless school. She bit onto her bottom lips and hips squirmed in her seat as her hands pushed against her lightly damp crotch (she leaked a little) to hold it in!
Her student Alicia, who wet her pants, ran out of the classroom crying with her hands over her face. Seeing the accident made Ms. Chandler’s pain so much worse. She had to hold on. It could not end here. 32 years she had not gone in her pants, back then she was a mere baby. She was a grown adult. This could NOT happen. NO!
“Um, Ms. Chandler?” a student raised his hand.
She shook. “Y-y-yes, BBobby?”
“Are we going to do anything in class today?”
“Yeah,” said Sara, another student. “Are you going to call the janitor to like clean up Alicia’s mess?”
Ms. Chandler had to. But then that would expose to her a bucket of water and mop for cleaning. She did not think she could handle the pain. However, she had no choice, and dialed the number. Ms. Chandler had not been this worried since back in college years ago where she had a friend named Harry. Harry was a smart student. And her best friend ever. He admitted his love to her in his graduation speech during their graduation ceremony. Hundreds heard it. She felt so worried then because the truth was…. she did not feel the same way. BECAUSE she had pretended to be more than friends with Harry to get help on her studies. She gave him the wrong idea, and at that ceremony she could only pretend to laugh hoping it could go either way. Except the whole stadium laughed at poor Harry. He ran off the stage heartbroken. Ms. Chandler tried to find him after that, but did not search hard. She even told her friends that night, “the guy got the wrong idea. He should know better.” She was not a bad person, but did a very bad thing. But this pain right now, she did not deserve it.
The janitor arrived and started to clean up. Ms. Chandler could not get up and teach. The kids had a test Monday anyways. Let them study. So, everyone had their books opened (God knows many had their phones behind them) and she waited in pain. The janitor came up to her and handed her a muffin from the cafeteria. Her favorite flavor: chocolate chip. “Sorry about what’s happening today. Little treat to cheer you up.” She smiled as best she could, and enjoyed the muffin. It was nice and did distract her UNTIL she felt leakage. Another spurt popped out and went down her leg. Despite how tight her pants where it was no use. A little line went from her butt’s bottom to the side of her knee. She was bursting like a damn and she knew it.
BUT THEN, she felt something worst happening. “Oh…no….”
Ms. Kringle was on the verge of an intense explosion. Her mind of what would happen pounded the inside of her head. She became dizzy. Her belly had grown swollen over her belt. She fainted right there. The cop called an ambulance.
Ms. Chandler who had that intense hot pee feeling ready to burst, like a sharp object pushing out from the inside, intensified when her stomach growled down into her belly with a more solid yet watery feeling. Ms. Chandler had to POOP NOW TOO! Seeing the mop squeezed and drained in the bucket made her woozy. She could not take it anymore. She was going to lose control soon or-“THAT’S IT!”
Ms. Chandler sprinted out of the classroom barefoot, and her belly hanging out bare over her pants waist due to being filled with so much of a full bladder and poop. RED ALERT RED ALERT!!!! She felt it. A huge, fast blast of mixed pee and poop of epic proportions about to burst out of her into her panties and pants. “No, No, No, NO! No, no, this can’t happen,” she said running around. She knew all the toilets were locked, but she could not think about that. She grabbed the girl’s room, banged and pulled on the knob, pushing her foot against the wall as her hands clenched the knob. The same for the boy’s room, the male teacher toilet, and the female toilet for teachers.
She squeezed her butt cheeks together and took in a deep breath as her belly which was exposed from under her shirt physically shake because it was about to explode. She felt like multiple knives were piercing out of her butt and stomach and front crotch, and only her constant squirming and tight legs (which were becoming looser due to numbness) was keeping it in.
The janitor joined Ms. Chandler in the hallway. “I’m sorry I had to do this to you sweetheart.”
Ms. Chandler froze. “W-what?!?”
The janitor said, “My name is Jack Baker. I have a son you may know. His name was Harry.”
Ms. Chandler shook and could not move. She was losing it. She knew as tasty as those chocolate chips were in that muffin there was something odd. LAXATIVES!
The janitor Jack said, “Revenge darling.”
The ambulance and EMTs and police officer were around Ms. Kringle who was passed out on the ground. One of the EMTs poked her huge belly. He said, “Whoa! Poor woman must really have to go.”
Everyone was around her. People from the street came out and formed a circle She awoke, and like a lightning strike, her bladder surged with pain. “I HAVE TO PEE!” She shot up and grabbed her crotch and started to dance around. She was losing it. “Oh, come on, come on! Where’s the bathroom?!?” She froze as she felt her crotch opening. Her dam was breaking down and the pee was coming out. It was bursting through. “Oh, no, no please NOOOOOOOO!” Just like that, she felt her bladder explode inside. A powerful stream of pee shot out and like that soaked her panties. People gasped as they saw this poor teacher crying from embarrassment Her jeans darkened so much that tiny unseen rips that were in a couple spots exploded open and streams shot out of her. A puddle formed on the street, making a flood that had not happened there since the year 1919. Her panties felt like a weight and dropped off her crotch, along with her jeans exposing her butt crack. She slouched over, turning red, stomach feeling like butterflies flew around in it because she could not take it. A couple of pervs took video with their phones. In today’s social media, she would never recover. She dropped to her knees and covered her face. “WHHYYYYY!?!?”
Back in the school, the principal went over the intercom. “Teachers and students, please report to the auditorium. A quick assembly will occur on important matters for the upcoming dance.
Jack said, “Harry was a bright boy. He had a future. You used him to get by. Now? Well, he’s doing better now. But for years you caused him depression due to that day at graduation. He was humiliated. It was in the papers, on the town TV news. Imagine that kind of humiliation today. Everyone has a camera, post it online quick.
Ms. Chandler started to cry. Slowly she saw people exit the classrooms. “Please,” she begged. “I’m sorry for what I did to Harry. But-.”
“That’s why I noticed you would rush to the bathroom most days. So, I messed with the plumbing, and now gave you laxatives with that full bladder. Prepare for humiliation darling.”
Ms. Chandler could not believe this. She never had hope. She saw students pass her and knew she would explode any second.
She ran. Crying and ran down the halls past everyone. She did not know where she was doing but she was seconds away from losing it. Then she passed the lounge. THERE! She saw a porta potty. Why was there one inside the school? She did not have time to think, she just ran. She opened the door, shut it closed, ripped her pants buttons apart and pulled her pants and panties down and sat with her legs open. “OOOOOOOOOOHHHH YEEAAHHHHHH!” She felt relief. She closed her eyes and saw nothing but darkness, but then there was light for some reason. She did not care.
Her belly and bladder deflated as streams of pee and poop shot into the toilet. She let out moans of relief as her body spasmed from the good feeling knowing she just avoided an embarrassing accident. She thought she saw flashes and heard whispers. She was sure that it was all just in her head, until she opened her eyes….
The lounge was connected to the auditorium. There was a removable wall between the two so students could easily when plays went on go to the stage and backroom to relax. But the whole school sat in the auditorium. Students, teachers, counselors, the Janitor Jack who smiled in vengeance. The walls of the porta potty had come down. It was just a stage prop! Not a real toilet. Ms. Chandler just went to the bathroom, pants down in front of everyone in school. People took pictures, video, the principal looked furious.
Ms. Chandler, who was still going, turned red at the face, her legs twitched. She got up from the seat and her shirt went over her crotch covering it. Her knees went inward and shook. How could this happen?
Two cops came up on the stage and handcuffed Ms. Chandler. “What…what are you doing?”
“Well,” one cop said. “We were coming to tell the principal his teacher Ms. Kringle may not be at school for a few days since she went through a more “traumatic” incident than you. But you…this is indecent exposure. You broke the law.
“You’re coming with us to the jailhouse. You have the right to remain silent,” another officer said.
Ms. Chandler was marched off stage with her pants around her ankles, face red as a cheery, stomach in knots, realizing her life was over. Her reputation was dead. She cried and brought her head down. She thought for a second maybe she deserved this. Harry was not the first guy she ever used for her own selfish needs.
Janitor Jack got a call on his cell. “Hey son! Yes of course I’m still coming to you and your wife’s house for your birthday. Hey, I got something to tell you when I get there tonight. Let’s call it a second gift.”
THE END.
**before anyone thinks this is too dark, Ms. Chandler and Ms. Kringle are both based on teachers from my old middle school who made me wait in class and I wet myself and was humiliated for a year because of it. This is my way of letting out that anger in writing. Happy Holidays! ** |
This was supposed to be my Halloween story for the year. I rushed through much of the writing process but still finished a week late.
Strange things happen on Halloween. That's what they always say. You believe it when you're a kid. As you get older and more sensible Halloween doesn't feel so strange. It's easy to think there's nothing remotely magical or exciting about this holiday. It's just another day. I'm here to tell you that's wrong. The strangest thing that ever happened to me happened last Halloween. There's magic and mystery out there. Maybe one year you'll see it yourself.
It all started with a really dull party. My social life isn't what it used to be. I'm losing touch with my high school buddies and not meeting many new people. Not interesting people that is. So I didn't have plans for Halloween until one of my neighbors invited me to his party. We're not close friends, in fact he always seemed dull to me, but a party's a party. What did I have to lose?
It turned out his friends are even duller than him. To make it worse the only woman who showed up was his wife. It was a good thing I didn't waste any time or money putting together a costume. I just came in jeans and a tee. I did make sure the sleeves were short enough to show my spider tattoo because it's relevant to the holiday.
The party started so early there were still trick-or-treaters coming to the door. I was waiting to get into the only bathroom when the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang. Since nobody was answering it and the bathroom wasn't opening up anytime soon I decided I might as well be the candy guy this once. After handing out a treat to every kid in the group I went back to where I was waiting just in time to see somebody new go into the bathroom. I'd have to wait even longer. It was at that point I decided I needed to leave this party. But first I wanted to have a good reason to leave so I wouldn't offend anybody. I also wanted to have an empty bladder but that wasn't essential.
The doorbell rang again and I decided to be the candy guy for the time being. I spent a while pacing back and forth across the porch because I hate sitting still when I'm overdue for the bathroom. I passed out candy when kids showed up and I searched my brain for a good excuse to ditch the party. As luck would have it the excuse came to me.
One of the trick-or-treaters was a fully-grown blonde. She didn't have any kids with her and she sure looked like she was past trick-or-treating age but she was dressed up and going door to door. She was a lovely milk maid right out of a children's picture book. Except for the cleavage. And the short skirt. Actually she wasn't much like a picture from a children's book but she sure looked great. I made sure to tell her that when she got to the porch.
"Thanks," she said like she was bored with compliments. She held out a pail and I wasn't about to tell her she was too old to get candy. About the time I gave her a Snickers she noticed the tattoo on my arm and she suddenly turned friendly.
"Ooh!" she cooed as her sky-blue eyes lit up. "Artful mark!"
"Thanks" I said, and I started telling the funny story that went with the tattoo.
"I thought I'd find someone in this neighborhood," she said, ignoring my babbling. "Are you ready to go to a real party?" She flashed her pearly whites and I was ready to go anywhere she told me.
I went in for my coat, made a polite excuse, and ditched that popsicle stand. Before long the milk maid was leading me to a part of town I didn't really know. It wasn't a short walk either. It was pretty dark before we even got near the place.
"Where is this party?" I eventually asked. "Whose party is it anyway?"
She told me the name of the hostess but I'm gonna leave everybody's name out for reasons you'll find out later. All she said about the locale was that it was "a well-kept secret" and "truly enchanting."
That milk maid wasn't exaggerating. It was an underground venue. Literally. She led me through a foggy forest up to a giant gnarled tree. She gave the trunk a special knock and someone let us in. I didn't even notice the door was there until it creaked open. She exchanged brief pleasantries with the mime who opened the door and we went down a dark narrow staircase until we came to a big candle-lit room.
This was one hell of a place to throw a Halloween party. It was a man-made grotto lined with stones, mirrors, and natural wood. It was big enough that about a dozen people were standing around but there was still plenty of space. The floor was a circular mosaic of colored stones. The ceiling had a chandelier of tree roots with lanterns and glowing fungi hanging from it. There were alcoves filled with flasks, jars, crystals, scepters, bones, and other spooky paraphernalia. There were dark holes in the wall leading to unseen chambers. It was exciting. It was spooky. I hadn't got this kinda rush from a Halloween party since I was 9. But the real thrills and chills were still to come.
Once I'd had a little time to recover from the shock and awe I remembered I had something to take care of.
"Have you been here before?" I asked my lovely new friend.
"Yes."
"Can you point me to the bathroom?"
"Not yet. This mistress runs a strict ceremony. I wouldn't even think about asking for a bathroom break 'til after the opening ritual."
It was a pretty intense theme party. The costumes were all over the map but everybody was really into the Halloween spirit. All the conversations were about spirits and magic and make-believe junk.
Once all the guests had arrived there were about 10 men and 10 women, all of them looking college-aged. Everybody but me had a costume and they all seemed to know what to do at this party. I was really starting to feel out-of-the-loop.
They all applauded when the mistress walked out of a dark tunnel. She was a tall and intimidating but very attractive woman dressed like a black cat complete with contacts that made her pupils look narrow.
After telling the mime to lock the door she said "Make yourselves decent." Before I knew it she'd taken off her ears, tail, and cat-suit and I was staring at a naked woman.
I turned to ask the milk maid if this normally happened at her Halloween parties and I got an eyeful of her too. Everybody there was taking off their clothes. I noticed that each of them had a creepy-crawly tattooed somewhere on their body. There were spiders, striped rattlesnakes, and bats with pterodactyl wings.
It looked like people were taking out their contacts but then it looked like they were putting cat eye contacts in. It was really puzzling. It seemed almost like everyone had green cat eyes underneath normal-looking contacts. Then they started wiping off their makeup. Everybody but the mime. This was topsy-turvy. This was like a dream. All of them were wearing flesh-colored makeup over really pale skin. Only the mime had been showing his true complexion. I wanted to leave or at least ask what the hell was going on but I didn't want to be a party pooper.
"Take off your costume," said the nude woman who was formerly a milk maid.
"What costume?" I asked.
She cocked her head and narrowed her eyes. That look a grown-up gives a kid that's being silly.
"Your mortal costume."
I just stood there speechless.
"You brought a stray in," accused a naked man who'd been a pirate a moment ago.
"Of course I didn't!" the blonde defended, and said what tribe I belonged to.
"I'm not with a tribe," I contradicted. "You know something? I think I oughta leave."
By this time everybody was staring at me, even the naked cat lady.
"If you're not of the tribe why do you bear the mark?" someone asked.
"What, this?" I asked, pointing to my ink. "It's just a tattoo."
"It's a spider with 10 legs," said the blonde emphatically.
"It doesn't mean anything," I explained. "Just looks cool." I laughed nervously. "Got it at this place on 5th. Funny story..."
"Real spiders have 8 legs! A 10-legged spider is an arcane mark just like a 6-fingered bat or a coral snake with a rattle."
"I don't think the artist knew much about spiders."
I winced when I felt something on the back of my neck. A brunette who'd been dressed as a Spanish dancer had just licked me. "He is a mortal!" she announced angrily.
"Throw this trash out!" yelled a red-headed man who'd been dressed as a Highlander.
"No!" said the cat woman. "He's seen too much."
The milk maid talked back to her mistress. "It doesn't matter. Nobody's gonna believe him."
"He'll find the den again."
"We can just move."
"I'm not filling in a perfectly good den! Treat him with the fog of forgetfulness!"
"The fog of forgetfulness never works right," scoffed the naked Scotsman. He didn't seem to have a lot of respect for the mistress either.
"We'd better torture him a little," suggested the Spanish dancer.
"Yeah and torture him a lot more if he tells our secrets," added the milk maid.
"Hey!" I said. "I thought you were on my side."
"It's nothing personal," the milk maid assured me with a soft voice and gentle expression. "You just need to be hurt in horrible ways to make sure we stay safe."
"What about the brew?" asked the mime, who hadn't spoken yet.
"Good thinking!" the mistress said. "A mortal fell into our laps. It would be foolish to let him leave without extracting the ingredient."
"I'll take you to a safe place while we debate what to do with you," said the milk maid.
"Will you take me to the bathroom first?" I asked.
"Out of the question," she sternly snapped.
I was led to a dark chamber and locked inside a metal cage. I was thankful that there was a wooden stool because I'd been on my feet for quite a while by that point and I knew that sitting on the cold stone floor would be torture for my full bladder.
I stayed in there for hours in a terrible state of anxious uncertainty. Would they torture me? Kill me? I listened for signs. I couldn't make out many words. I heard bickering which eventually calmed down. After the silence I heard what sounded like dramatic monologs alternated with chanting and singing. That must've been the ritual. After an hour or so it reached a climax and there was silence again. A few minutes later there were quiet murmurs and then footsteps on stone. My heart was heavy with dread and my bladder was bursting with pee.
After lots of suspense the curtain to my prison whipped open and half a dozen cat-eyed women stood in the opening leering at me menacingly. To add insult to injury they caught sight me holding myself due to my extreme need for a bathroom. A couple of them giggled and the mistress scorned me.
"Only 2 hours in the cage and you have to make water so badly that you're holding your male member? Pathetic! I knew mortals were weak but this is disgraceful. The last boy in the cage was 5 years old and even he controlled himself better than you."
"Yeah he didn't wet himself 'til we shoved him in the oven," commented the Spanish dancer. They all laughed uproariously. I hoped that meant she was joking.
"Hold still," the milk maid ordered as she unlocked the cage. A black hood was pulled over my head and I was led through a tunnel.
"Where are we going?" I asked, dreading the answer.
"The kitchen," one of the women answered with a tone of barely-restrained glee. It wasn't a very reassuring answer.
"What's going to happen there?" I asked as a follow-up.
"We're adding an ingredient," someone said. That answer was even less encouraging. I decided I was better off not asking questions.
After walking a little ways they jerked me to a stop and yanked off my hood. I was in a chamber lit only by a fire in a pit in the middle of the floor. Sitting on top of the fire was a cast iron pot the size of a smart car full of a bubbling hot concoction.
This was really happening. They were actually going to cook me.
I was instantly overcome with horror. I tried to run away but two of the women held my upper arms like a pair of vices. I struggled with all my strength but barely moved an inch in any direction. I tried to kick free but another pair of women were crouched on the floor holding my legs.
I was completely powerless. That included my bladder control. I didn't even notice at first because of the adrenaline rush but I was peeing my pants. It probably started the second I saw the cauldron. None of the pee was running down my legs because they were held so far apart but the bulge in my jeans was soaking wet and glistening in the orange light of the fire and I could see a little shining stream running straight down to the floor.
The next thing that happened was a crazy surprise. The milk maid had carried her pail into the kitchen. Now she joined the other two women on the floor and held the pail under the leak I'd sprung. That made me even more embarrassed about my accident but I couldn't stop it. The blood-warm liquid just poured out of me while the milk maid watched closely to make sure she caught it all.
Each of the girls in the room was restraining me or collecting my pee except for the mistress. She just stood next to the pot with a maniacal grin on her face and watched me humiliate myself.
After about a minute that felt like about an hour my bladder had exhausted its supply and I was just dripping into the bucket instead of pouring.
"This is plenty," the milk maid said. With those words spoken the other women let go of me. The milk maid stood up and handed the bucket to her mistress but not before dipping a finger inside and bringing it to her lips. "Very concentrated. It'll do nicely."
"Thank you for your contribution," the mistress told me. "The urine of a mortal is a crucial ingredient in this particular brew."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked timidly. "I would've gladly peed for you."
"This was more fun," the mistress said with a smile like a snake. "You may go now. Never return to this part of the woods. Tell no one our names or the location of our den. We can find you anytime we want. If you misbehave we'll make your life so scary you'll wet your pants every day."
The mime showed me out and I ran away from that tree as fast as I could. When I was out of the woods I made a bee-line for home. I was thankful it was the middle of the night so nobody was around to see the big wet spot on my pants.
I never went back to that forest and I never told anyone the important facts about those people or their den. I had to tell you the story though. It's Halloween and this is the scariest story I've got." |
FROSTY AND HER SISTERS: THE PACT
The moon was almost full. It hung brilliant and low in the night sky, framed by heavy black velvet window curtains as I listened intently for the familiar sound of Norah's car pulling into the gravel driveway, the sound that would signal my imminent release. My bladder was swollen and bulging now, filled to the bursting point from 40 fluid oz. of iced green tea I had rapidly consumed in a frantic attempt to refill before my beloved returned. It would not do for her to find me empty... I might be able to avoid a punishment spanking, but the sight of Norah's disappointed face would sting worse than any hand, strap, or even the hated and feared cane on my upturned bottom.
How had I gotten myself into this predicament? You might well wonder, what with me being the good, obedient little girl that I have been trained to be. I suppose I should start at the beginning. But which beginning should I choose? The one where I was born into modest circumstances and grew up a shy, unassuming, and rather plain girl? That's not the most interesting of stories, really. The one where I discovered my secret passion for holding and for wetting myself? You might have already heard that story; if not, see Frosty Wets Her Schoolgirl Uniform. The one where I was found and turned by the love of my eternal undead existence? You'd better read Sisterhood of Blood... No, this story actually has its own beginning. And so shall it be told. As a vampire, I have a fair amount of time on my hands, and am alone quite a lot since my maker and mistress Norah is out in the world doing what she does. She prefers for me to stay home, to be safe and out of danger, but since I'm an insomniac and depressive to boot, I need something to fill the empty hours that stretch out endlessly before me until my beloved returns home. I've found a few things: music, both playing and listening; writing about N.'s adventures after she tells me the tale; holding my pee.... I am a submissive omo vampire, and yes, I love desperation, holding, and eventually wetting myself. And that is what brought me to where I am now. Although I am somewhat of a Luddite by both nature and inclination, eventually out of boredom I found the internet and by chance stumbled on a site that was dedicated to omorashi. There I found a place for my stories as well as like-minded souls, and a sort of home. Certain people I had a special kinship with, and a few of these have become my adopted sisters.
Some have come and gone, but there are always at least two. At the time the events in this story took place, I had three good little sisters who I was taking care of, almost the same way in which Norah takes care of me.
Norah is our mother, as well as a sister, a lover and our guide in the ways of omo vampirism.
She has been around so much longer than any of the rest of us.
And just as Norah made me, I made my little sisters... I drank them dry, drained them of life and then fed them my own blood and pee, granting them eternal existence and filling them with a yearning for blood, and for our urine, which we omo vamps refer to affectionately as 'the blue'.
It is blue, you see; transparent blue, just as our tears are. Our blood is opaque blue, but we usually only drink that from one another during a turning ceremony.
Since I made them, my little sisters belong to me, and since I belong to Norah, they are hers as well.
My sisters have spread out to the four corners of the earth, and although we do share an empathetic bond, we communicate mainly by means of the internet and instant messaging nowadays. And so, that brings us to this particular night, when all four of us were online, and we decided to roll the dice.
We often play little games when we are together. The Guessing Game is one where we have to divine what colour (and sometimes style) panties the others are wearing.
I am usually the easiest to guess; since I only ever wear black, white or grey, at least one of my sisters will always be correct, and get her reward.
My other sisters are much less predictable, and guessing wrong can have consequences. Thus, the roll of the dice...
But before we get too deep into the story, allow me to introduce ourselves.
I'm Erica, and apart from Mommy Norah., I am the oldest one by quite a bit. When Mommy N. isn't around, I'm in charge of things.
Although I am a loving older sister, I do take my responsibility to keep the younger girls in line seriously, maintaining order and discipline at all times.
Little Nayla is my youngest sister in both physical years and in the amount of time she has been with the clan, although Giulia has not been a member of the Sisterhood for too much longer.
Nayla is bright and sweet, although a bit of a handful. Our little middle schooler is a bit naughty and constantly finds ways to get in trouble.
Giu is also very sweet, and rather shy when you first meet her; we're constantly working on bringing her out of her shell.
Once you know her better though, she can be a bit hot headed and loses patience easily.
Alice is the smart one, although she would never admit to being anything special. It was she who designed the bot that rolls the dice for us, and frankly, I believe she is its mistress.
In any case, all we need do is type in the correct sequence of numbers and letters, and the bot then responds with an answering number. Sometimes we wager high/low rolls against the bot, but the best rewards (and harshest consequences for failure) go to a roll for a specific number.
One of the things you need to know is that Alice is constantly working on her little bot to make it better, and then we get to test each new version or feature.
That night we weren't testing, though. We were just playing around. rolling for fun without any wagers.
I picked the number 7, and was rolling for that. Nayla chose 11, and Giulia selected the number 20.
Alice wasn't rolling; she just sat quietly and watched the bot work.
As each of us took a turn and entered the sequence, the little bot would roll the virtual dice and return an answering number.
The bot kept coming back with other numbers besides 20, though.
We continued rolling, and once in a while Nayla's number or mine would come up, but never Giu's.
Over and over we'd roll, in between our normal girlish chit chat... every so often, an 11 or a 7 would come back from the little bot.
Not Giulia's 20, though...
Even at a great distance, our empathetic bond was telling me that my sister was getting a bit frustrated by her inability to get the number she wanted, and finally Giu said that if the bot rolled a 20, she would wet herself then and there.
I'm pretty sure she was convinced that there was no way in Hell that the bot was going to come back with her number.
Still, now there was a wager and real stakes to the game!
We decided that high/low rolls would be rewards and consequences for Giu, since she had so kindly (or foolishly) offered herself up as the prize.
And so we took turns rolling once again.
Nayla got a roll that allowed her to assign a consequence, but she passed that decision on to me. I had no trouble deciding what that consequence would be; I also told the others that I wouldn't announce it until the fateful roll.
So now we all were trying for 20, LOL... we rolled and rolled, but the bot still wouldn't give us the number we so desperately wanted!
Finally Alice took a turn, and entered 20 as her wager, and the bot instantly came back with that number. OMHG...
Giu knew she was now obligated to pee her panties no matter what, but the other two girls looked at their screens expectantly to see what further consequence their stern older sister might impose.
After a short pause to heighten the drama of the moment, I announced:
"The consequence is... we all have to wet at the same time, and then stay in our peed-in knickers!"
What with Giu being so shy, I really didn't want her to feel like she was being singled out for humiliation, even if it was she who had made the wager against herself.
Besides that, I knew something else as well... whatever one of us feels, we all feel.
Without any hesitation whatsoever, Nayla piped up, "I'm in!"
After a few seconds, Alice chimed in: "Ummmm, me too," she said very quietly.
Alice already had her top off, and now she took off her sweatpants, folded them up neatly and placed them on the chair under her to absorb whatever she released. She was now exposed in just her purple plain cotton panties and matching bra.
Giu and Nayla were both already dressed for bedtime, it being rather late on their side of the world.
Giu was wearing her pjs, and little Nayla was in her soft flannel nightie with her beautiful dark brown hair done up in a long braid.
I was in my favourite black silk lace trimmed slip and matching panties, of course.
The countdown began... each of us took turns counting down from ten to zero, the object being that we should all start wetting ourselves at the same time.
As the moment approached, Giu took her laptop off of the desk and placed it on the floor in front of her so we could see her crouching down on all fours in her favourite position for wetting. Despite the fact that we were all going to wet at the same time, she had a somewhat embarrassed look on her face, like "I can't believe I got myself into this predicament..."
Alice was perched on top of her folded sweatpants, ready for what would happen in the next few moments. She was smiling, which is something we rarely see her doing.
Little Nayla was squirming desperately in her chair, looking very much as if she wasn't going to be able to hold on until we reached zero... she quite often has accidents even without any encouragement whatsoever, and the thought of all four of us peeing our panties at the same time was almost too much for her to handle, even if she was not fully aware of the sensations that our empathetic bond would engender yet.
As for me, I was looking forward to our communal release, as well as the orgasmic feedback loop that would follow in its wake.
And so now we each counted in turn, beginning with Nayla.
"Ten..."
Alice followed, "Nine..."
"Eight..." I said.
"Seven," from Giu
"Six!" Nayla exclaimed.
Five.... Alice
Four.... me
"T... three....," stammered Giu.
"Two...," That was little Nayla, barely able to contain her excitement, or her pee.
"One...," Alice whispered.
"Go!"... me, forcefully.
I stood up and spread my legs apart slightly. Then i gasped softly, feeling the irresistible pressure build inside of me. My panties puffed out just a bit as the flood began, filling them with my hot vampire girl pee before the stream jetted through them and down onto the floor, splashing between my feet.
Meanwhile, Alice was squirming on her chair as she wet herself, her folded sweatpants absorbing most of the urine before the remaining bit started dripping down on the floor.
Nayla was squealing with delight as she experienced the omo vampire feedback loop fully for the first time, feeling the flood, the rush of relief, the wonderful sensation of her vamp blue filling her aqua and white striped cotton schoolgirl knickers compounded now by everything the rest of us were feeling. Sitting on a hard wooden chair, there was little to absorb the copious amount of pee which was coming out of her now, flowing freely past the fingers of the hand she had clamped down on her crotch to intensify the feeling even more.
As for Giu, she was still crouched down on all fours like a kitten, but she lifted her cute bottom up slightly and I could see an almost horizontal stream of urine jetting out from between her legs as her whole body shook.
All of us were moaning, sighing, and gasping for air as we kept on wetting, the orgasmic sensation of quadrupled release almost too much to bear.
Finally, the flow of urine slowed and stopped, but the arousal and orgasm continued.
I glanced at the screen, and the three windows showed Alice slumped down and breathing heavily with her head on her desk, Giu gasping, collapsed in the large puddle of pee she'd just made on her bathroom floor, and finally...
little Nayla, giggling and grinning somewhat evilly at her laptop camera as she furiously fingered herself through her soaked panties.
OMG... I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
V-----V
Edited November 9, 2017 by frostyjr2
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Alexandra didn’t want the show to end, but at the same time she tried hard to guess if this was the last song or not. For the last half hour or so, she had been going back and forth between failing to contain the immense pressure pounding in her bladder and with will and power clenching herself shut for just a little longer. But she just couldn’t discretely fall back from the fence, into the (very) relative privacy of the jumping crowd, discretely disappear down, pull her skirt up, her knickers down, and just release enough to endure to the end of the show. Not when HE was watching. However, if this wasn’t the last song, she had begun to realize that there would be no other option for her. But it was. Now Alexandra knew she would just have to wait until the crowd had convinced the band to play one extra song. Just one more song!
“I can do this!”
She wasn’t convinced.
But the minutes went on, and no sign of the band coming back. Why! Why this time, out of all times! Normally, they were extremely predictable. With a mixed feeling of helplessness, deep disappointment and almost anger she found it harder and harder to motivate herself to stem the flow when it managed to push itself through. She was, somewhat discreetly, holding herself, with both hands, but quite unexpectedly she felt a warm stream down her thigh, making its way all the way down to the right one of her newly bought shoes. Then everything happened very quickly. Fuck him, she thought. He has failed me. If he sees me pee, then that will be his punishment.
At the same time as she was thinking this, she roughly made her way through the crowd, leaving little shoe-shaped, steaming puddles behind her as she went. Mere seconds later she put her plan at work, among the ignorant crowd, but then he reentered the stage and all was forgiven. With tears mixed of joy and denied relief, she used the power of love to postpone what she so desperately longed for. It was like the agony heightened her senses, and she was able to enjoy the music, the mood and his presence more than ever before.
With a superhuman effort, she managed to last the last song without any further accidents. Then she forced her way through the crowd calling for more. But she knew, there would be no more, there never was more than one extra song. The stairs down didn’t look like she remembered them, but being lost wasn’t a problem. If she found a desolated dead end instead of a bathroom, it could as well be used as a bathroom. She couldn’t afford to be picky.
She found herself in something that looked like a maintenance corridor. At second thought, it seemed very unlikely that any of the less distracted concert visitors would come this way, at least not anytime soon. And if they did, they would just get one show more than they had asked for. In one move she pulled down her panties, her skirt up and leaned with her back against the wall, and just like the last time he turned up out of nowhere. It was like a bad joke. She just had time to think “If I knew this would happen every time I wet myself in public, I would drink a lot more water before going out” before he screamed “Run!”
The panic in his eyes left no time for questions. A split second later she found herself running with him. Her bladder felt like it was wobbling around, independently of the rest of her body, like trying to balance an overfilled water balloon on a plate, or a clumsy river boat that had been dragged out onto the gigantic waves of a stormy ocean. She couldn’t believe that she was running for her life together with him!
“In here!”, he whispered.
The door was held open by a small piece of wood that he immediately pulled out and closed the door, swiftly but smoothly behind them. The small room was dark and smelled of different cleaning products. In the faint light she intuitively identified several objects that could possibly handle the copious amounts of liquid she felt able to emit, but peeing would simply have to wait. And he just stood there, holding the handle tight, and with his ear against the door.
“So John, who are we running from” she said in her best sensual, casual, grown-up-who-can-socialize-even-if-her-bladder-is-full-voice, ignoring his somewhat overdriven jump of fear over the sudden sound. Quite unexpectedly, the voice on the outside answered: “I thought you went in there, John. An you got a girl with you. How typical.”
“Leave her out of this, it is between you and me!”
“How right you are. Now come out, and let’s settle this, man to man. Two guns, two bullets, one for you, one for me.”
“Never!”
Suddenly the door handle started to rumble, but John managed to keep it closed, in other ways then Alexandra. “Don’t stand in front of the door” she screamed at him. “Don’t worry”, he answered in a sarcastic tone. “He won’t shoot unless he is absolutely sure to hit me”. “You are quite right”, answered the voice outside. “I want to look into your eyes when you die!”.
Suddenly the struggle ended and was replaced by the sound of something being dragged across the floor. Then the handle went up, and stayed there. They were trapped. “I leave you here for now”, the voice said. “See you later John!”
Alexandra reached for her phone to call the police, but the building blocked all signals. There was no chance that they could make themselves heard all the way to the people outside. Never in Alexandra’s life had she been so desperate to pee, and never in the history of time had anyone been so determined to hold it. Nothing, nothing, nothing would disturb this romantic adventure, and she wanted them to be there alone together for a long time.
Edited November 9, 2017 by Sluttisen
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The following is a sequel to my previous story, Lauren’s Game. It contains male and female desperation and peeing.
Lauren’s Game 2: Beach Trip
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Lauren had been itching to get out of town all week. Fall was starting to give way to winter, and pretty soon there wouldn’t be much opportunity to enjoy the outdoors. It wasn’t the ideal time of year for a beach trip, she had to admit. It certainly wasn’t swimming weather. But the shore was less than hour’s drive away, and bundled up in jeans and sweatshirts and maybe some blankets, their destination at least promised them a nice picnic with a view of the water and the setting sun. And so Lauren had borrowed a car, picked up her boyfriend Troy after work, and was now en route to their picnic destination. For someone who was on her way to a quiet dinner on the water, though, she seemed a little tense.
“Are you okay?,” Troy asked, concerned, as she came to a stop at a traffic light.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I just really have to pee,” she told him. “They’re renovating the ladies’ room at my end of the building, so I figured I’d just hold it until we got to the beach,” she briefly explained as though that were the extent of the story.
In truth, Lauren got a bit of a thrill from situations like this---the way every single one of us went about our days with a slowly filling sack of fluid between our legs. The way that sack would get bigger and bigger until we just had to let it out. And the way, despite this universal truth, that we had all these rules about when and where we were allowed to let it out. All these reservations about to whom we would even admit we had to let it out. And, perhaps most especially, Lauren liked the way people would try so very hard to follow all those rules and restrictions even when their bodies were filled to the brim.
She especially liked it when a man needed to do it. They could be so stubborn sometimes, trying to pretend nothing was wrong when in fact their pool little bladder was aching to let it shoot out of their penis like a fire hose. Men were supposed to be able to hold it, after all. For as much as women complained about longer lines than men (and she had certainly experienced enough of that firsthand), Lauren found it interesting that no one really seemed to acknowledge that it wasn’t always women who got the short end of the stick. And the really funny thing was they’d do it to themselves if you set up the right circumstances. A few subtle comments suggesting that needing to pee was a sign of weakness, and it sometimes seemed that all the men in the room would take it as a personal challenge---suddenly every single one of them could wait until they got home, no matter how many hours they’d waited or beverages they’d consumed. It was so tantalizingly fun toying with them like that, watching them try to act like they’re completely in control when in reality they’re running out of time. Trying to delay a man from reaching relief while appearing innocent was in fact one of Lauren’s favorite games.
Lauren had to admit, though, that she could sympathize with that male stubbornness that she so often exploited. Sure, she’d played the helpless girl once or twice when the game called for it. “You guys are so lucky,” she remembered once baiting a group of attractive young men at the bar. “You can drink and drink for hours and not have to pee,” she’d pouted as she got up to slink away in mock shame to the little girls’ room. But even then, all she’d actually done when she got there was to wash her hands. It had been almost a point of honor to prove, if only to herself, that she could hold it as long as they could. And when she got back to that table, they ordered another round of drinks and she pretended right along with them that she wasn’t containing an uncomfortable volume of fluid---waited right along with them, as they each sat there determined not to be the first to admit they had to go.
And so, naturally, when Lauren encountered that out-of-order sign at the office restroom, it could be taken as nothing short of a personal challenge from the universe. If you can’t hold it like a big girl, that sign might as well have said, the restroom at the opposite end of the building is available for your tinkling needs. And she couldn’t let a challenge like that go unanswered.
“So you haven’t peed since, like, 8am?” Troy asked as the light turned green and they resumed their route.
“Nope,” she responded with a casual but slightly proud smile. Her bladder operated on her schedule, not the other way around.
“That’s a long time...” Troy remarked quietly, as much to himself as to her.
That almost sounded like an admission that he couldn’t keep up with her. Lauren couldn’t resist drawing out that topic just a little further. “You don’t think you could hold it through a work day?,” she asked him.
“Well, I’m sure I could if I had to,” Troy perked up as though he too felt the question tied somewhat to his honor. There’s that male ego, Lauren smiled to herself. “It just might not be very comfortable,” he elaborated.
Not very comfortable… Lauren couldn’t help but picture it. It was a shame Troy didn’t know about the game. She could’ve texted him this afternoon when she found out about her office situation: Bathroom out of order, no peeing allowed until we get to the beach. Troy probably would’ve protested---But I just had a large soda with lunch, she pictured him texting back. Tell me about it, Imaginary Lauren would commiserate, I drank an extra cup of tea before I found out. Imaginary Troy would probably respond with a grimacing-face emoji, and Imaginary Lauren would assure him she’d be there as quick as she could after work to drive him to relief. And then, perhaps after a few more text messages during the day to keep each other going, they’d both be sitting in this car right now as full-bladdered participants in the game. Maybe Lauren would even have to “accidentally” make a wrong turn---see just who could wait the longest.
As she shifted the car into park, though, having arrived at their destination, it was clear that that wouldn’t be a competition she’d be able to continue much longer, no matter how much fun it would be knowing that Troy was in the same boat---knowing that his sphincter was trying its best to hold back the same flood. Ten hours was a long time to not pee. She wondered if Troy could last that long under similar circumstances. She’d certainly like to watch him try.
What if I could go and Troy couldn’t?, her mind wandered deviously back to a shopping trip a few months earlier when she’d done exactly that. “Can’t you wait?,” she’d asked him with feigned impatience. And in so doing, she’d pressured him to wait just long enough that any opportunity for him to go vanished. Her heart still pounded at the memory of Troy desperately hobbling into the woods, peeing like she’d never seen a person pee before. It had been an impressive display. And for as much as it bought into that perhaps-unfair idea that men should be the master’s of their bladders, she couldn’t help but have a superior sort of feeling that her man could win a holding contest against any of her friends’ boyfriends. Now, that would be a fun game to watch, Lauren thought, picturing her and her friends plying their significant others with drinks, she imagined mischievously. Conveniently arranging for the men’s room to be out of order. Watching them grow increasingly uncomfortable, wondering which penis would be the first to leak. If only her friends played Lauren’s game too...
As tantalizing as the idea of a desperate Troy was, though, Lauren really was at her limit. She let out an exasperated sigh. “Alright, I have got to pee now,” she told Troy as she set off urgently across the parking lot, making her way toward the bathrooms. If she didn’t get to empty herself here and now, she really didn’t know what she’d do.
As Lauren rushed inside the ladies’ room, she found the solitary stall mercifully empty. Thanking her lucky stars, she danced inside and fumbled urgently with the lock for half a moment before giving up. There was no time for that. She undid her belt as quickly as she could, ripped down her pants and underwear in unison, and collapsed backward onto the toilet, a spurt of urine escaping before her butt even hit the seat.
She’d been holding so much for so long that she struggled to finish the job. Another spurt came out, then a thin trickle, then---finally---a thick stream. Lauren breathed a sigh of relief as her bladder finally began to shrink back down to its normal size. God, I needed that, she thought.
As Lauren walked away from the ladies’ room that had been her saving grace, she reveled in the feeling of her freshly emptied bladder. There really was no greater feeling in the world than that of letting it all out when you desperately needed to. And this occasion had most definitely qualified as desperate.
Still riding the high of that much needed relief, Lauren glimpsed a sign as she was about to turn the corner of the building: “Due to vandalism concerns, restrooms close at 7:00 PM.” She looked at her watch. Just after six, not quite an hour until closing time. I should probably give Troy a heads up before he starts drinking, she thought. She pictured a slightly buzzed Troy struggling to contain a full tank, his hand wandering down to his penis every few minutes in search of a way to relieve the pressure.
Then again, she thought, feeling an altogether different tingling between her legs, would it be so wrong to just neglect to mention that tiny little detail?. Her heart pounded a little at the idea. Perhaps tonight’s game was only just getting started.
Within about 45 minutes, the two of them had both downed a couple beers apiece and were starting to get just the tiniest bit handsy under the blanket. Lauren couldn’t help but run her hand down to his lower abdomen, eagerly wondering exactly how much fluid lay inside. She didn’t dare look at her watch---Troy might start to wonder just what she was timing. But it couldn’t be long, she thought deviously, until that fluid would have nowhere to go.
“Another drink, babe?,” Lauren greedily offered Troy a third bottle.
“Yeah, but maybe I’ll hit the restroom first...” Troy started to get up.
Lauren allowed herself a quick glance at her watch. 6:50 PM. Her mind raced into overdrive. That was quicker than she’d thought Troy would fill up. Did he not pee right before he left work? In any event, the bathrooms wouldn’t be locked for at least ten more minutes---and that was assuming whoever came around to lock the doors did so promptly on schedule. If tonight’s game was to continue, she had to do something. But in truth that was what made the game a challenge---thinking on her feet, delaying Troy for as long as possible while still appearing innocent, not knowing how long the game might last or just exactly how badly he needed to go. And so putting some of that on-the-spot thinking into action, Lauren threw her arms around his back and gently toppled them both down into a laying-down position. “Why break the seal now?,” she asked him with a kiss. “We’re just going to have to pee again after the next drink.” That made sense, right? Kind of? It was perhaps not the smoothest move she’d ever made in this game, but it worked.
Troy swept his hand around her back and down to her butt, returning the kiss. “Whatever you want, babe.” He sounded as though he’d already forgotten about his bladder. Lauren, on the other hand, could hardly think of anything else. She ran her hands over the front of his pants, stroking for just a moment the fire hose whose reservoir she was determined to fill.
“You get handsy when you’ve been drinking,” Troy observed with a smile.
“Think I should have another one?,” Lauren mischievously grinned back.
Troy nodded.
“Alright,” she agreed as though she’d been talked into it. “But you can’t let me drink alone.” And with that, she thrust Troy’s third bottle at him. This game was shaping up quite nicely.
Half an hour later, both of their bottles long since emptied, Troy had made no further mention of the restroom. How much longer?, Lauren kept wondering with anticipation, carefully studying her boyfriend for any hint of the goings-on between his legs. Lauren’s own nether regions were starting to send signals that things were filling up. She hoped she wasn’t about to become the victim of her own game. But that was part of the thrill. Sometimes the game made her wait too, as if it were the universe’s way of reminding her not to dish it if she couldn’t take it. And Lauren wouldn’t have it any other way.
Seemingly an eternity later, it was finally showtime.
“Alright, I have to pee like a racehorse,” Troy admitted, getting up, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Hurry back,” Lauren said, trying not to grin. “I have to pee really bad too, and I don’t want to leave our stuff unattended.”
“Yeah, I’ll just be a few minutes,” Troy agreed, still hopelessly ignorant of the game that was afoot.
Lauren maintained the pretense of casual disinterest in Troy’s activities for about 30 seconds before turning around quietly to inspect her unsuspecting boyfriend. This was the sort of moment that she wished she could sense exactly what signals his bladder was sending. Like a racehorse, the words echoed in her mind. Just how badly did Troy think a racehorse needed to go?
To visual inspection, Troy still showed no signs of desperation. He walked normally, if perhaps a little slowly, negotiating the slight uphill grade without any obvious difficulty. And yet just underneath those pants, swaying slightly left and right with each step, she knew lay a penis that was holding something back. A penis that had been tingling with need one beer and almost an hour ago. A penis that thought it would be able to let it all flow out in just a moment. A penis that was about to be very disappointed.
Lauren lay down and curled on her side on the blanket, her heart pounding with anticipation, trying to position herself such that she could casually glance toward Troy without it being completely obvious that she was more interested in the parking lot than the beach. She tried to imagine just what exactly Troy might be doing after having disappeared around the corner of the building. Had he discovered the sign yet? Was he testing the door to see if it was truly locked? Looking around in search of other options?
Lauren hoped that whoever’s job it was to lock the doors wasn’t slacking. That would bring the game to an end very quickly. It had been a good game, admittedly. They’d held it together for a while. And there was no doubt that he’d be taking a long, much-needed pee even if it happened now. Troy’s racehorse statement alone had made this a memorable game. But he’d get to pee, and then she’d go pee immediately thereafter. And that would be the end of tonight’s game, she thought as her eyes scanned eagerly for signs of Troy’s return. Unless… Suppose the keeper of the keys showed up just as Troy finished draining his grateful penis, locking the doors before Lauren could have a chance for relief. She hadn’t thought of that possible turn of events. It would serve her right, in a way, for trying to trap her unsuspecting boyfriend. And it would’ve been hot in a masochistic sort of way, she had to admit. She’d been a bad girl, trying to sabotage her boyfriend like that. And maybe Troy wouldn’t be very inclined to help her in her time of need if he knew what a bad girl she’d been.
As uncharacteristic of Troy as that would be, the idea of him telling her to hold it sent tingles down her spine. She’d never really been on the other side of the game before, not properly. Even when she was pushing herself rather than Troy, she was the one in the driver’s seat. She was the one who decided when enough was enough. How far would Troy push her, she wondered. And she pictured her own self now, hand jammed between her legs, bending at the knees, her ass bobbing desperately as though hoping to make the pee too dizzy to find its way to her urethra. Can’t you wait?, Imaginary Troy threw her own words against her. I’m trying my best, Imaginary Lauren bit her lip softly.
As it turned out, she didn’t have to wait very long to find out Troy’s fate. At the edge of her vision, Lauren saw Troy round the corner of the restroom building and head back toward her. That wasn’t enough time to pee, she thought with an intense wave of both relief and excitement. That meant she’d have to hold it too, her tingling bladder reminded her. But that only made it easier for her to imagine exactly what was going on in Troy’s body. And she pictured again that penis swaying slightly left and right as it made the disappointed journey back, feeling all the more pressure now that it knew that nagging tingle wasn’t going away any time soon.
“My turn?,” Lauren asked, carefully fishing for confirmation as Troy sat back down in their spot.
Troy shook his head. “Apparently the restrooms are locked for the night. You didn’t see the sign above the water fountain when you went earlier?”
“No, damn,” Lauren tried to remember to scrunch her face and feign a little disappointment, although it probably happened about half a second later than it should have. “I have to pee too,” she said quite truthfully.
“Maybe we should take a quick drive to that burger place we passed on the way here,” Troy suggested.
“Oh no,” Lauren went wide-eyed as though the suggestion were unthinkable, “I don’t want to miss the sunset.” “I can hold it,” she said resolutely, snuggling closer, deliberately not inquiring as to whether he’d be okay waiting too. It just goes without saying, she thought with a quiet grin, men can hold it. “After the sun goes down, we can just pee outside.”
Troy furrowed his brow slightly. He wouldn’t have drunk so much if he’d known he’d have to keep it in until dark. The sun was getting low in the sky. It wouldn’t be much longer. But even so, his bladder was getting pretty full. Under the blanket, Troy adjusted his penis, tucking it down between his legs. The added pressure helped stem the tingle a little, but there was no forgetting he needed to go. This was becoming a common theme when he was out with Lauren. She was something of a bad luck charm when it came to matters of the bladder, it seemed.
Troy took some comfort, at least, in knowing that Lauren needed to go too. He was fairly certain he needed it more, of course. She peed when they first arrived there. He hadn’t emptied himself for a few hours before that. And under ordinary circumstances, five or so hours might not have been so taxing, but alcohol has a way of changing the picture. Still, Lauren wanted to see the sunset. And she’d been planning this evening all week.
The sun inched slower in the sky at a snail’s pace. Lauren found the anticipation almost unbearable. Her own bladder was really starting to make its needs known. It felt as though a spurt of urine were crawling down her urethra in an attempt to escape. She shifted her legs, sitting on the heel of her foot so as to casually apply pressure to her vulva. She imagined a similar bead of pee, a tiny little escapee from Troy’s bulging bladder full of the stuff, slowly crawling down the length of Troy’s penis. She tried to keep him talking---partly in the hopes that he wouldn’t get any more ideas of walking off in search of a restroom, but partly in hope that he’d volunteer a little more information as to exactly what was happening inside those pants of his.
“Do you want some water?,” Lauren asked him, trying to sound innocent but perhaps grinning just a little more than the situation called for. “You’re supposed to stay hydrated when you’ve been drinking.”
Troy’s bladder contracted a little at the suggestion. More liquid was not what he needed. “No, I think I’d better not,” he replied, not entirely appreciating the reminder of his situation. He shifted his weight again to try to get comfortable.
“Yeah, I don’t think I could hold anymore liquid right now either,” Lauren told him, her heart pounded again as she tried to get him to talk a little more about his situation. Normally she’d try not to dwell on it for fear of Troy discovering her game, but in her alcohol-disinhibited state Lauren was entirely too excited to know exactly what was happening behind that penis. Her hand wandered down toward it again, lingering a little longer this time. “I wonder which one of us has to pee more,” she blurted out with somewhat less tact than she ordinarily exercised during the game. It was hard to keep subtlety high on the priority list with liquid courage pounding through her veins and a tingling liquid ballast pushing at her sphincter.
“Well, you got to go more recently,” Troy responded, his mind not entirely on the conversation as he scanned the area for a semi-private location that could support a much-needed piss. If he were only wearing his swimming trunks, Troy might have been tempted to go in the ocean. Even if he were, though, it’d be rather cold for that. It wasn’t really beach weather, although the area still had just enough people milling about to make discreet outdoor urination a slightly difficult proposition. Most of the foliage at the edge of the beach scarcely came up to his knee. To the left, a modest patch of trees near the parking lot did beckon with the theoretical promise of a modicum of privacy, but not as long as there was a person sitting, reading, on an adjacent bench. To the right, a few boulders existed that might just shroud him. “Maybe I’ll just slip behind that boulder for a minute,” he told Lauren, deciding he was just desperate enough to do it.
“What about me?,” she responded indignantly. “You might be able to whip it out without anyone noticing, but I think people are going to see if I pull my pants down! We have to wait until it’s darker.”
“Well, you can wait until the sun goes down if you want,” Troy told her, exhaling sharply as he got up. His bladder was positively swollen at this point with the effects of those beers.
“That’s not very nice,” Lauren whined mischievously, chasing after him, “letting it all out while your girlfriend has to hold it in.” “I’ve got three beers inside me too,” she objected. Her heart pounded even harder. The jostle of hastening after Troy had stirred up her own bladder, and Troy must be in so much worse shape if he wasn’t even breaking stride to discuss it. Watching Troy unleash his maximum capacity was not exactly going to help her wait. But it also wasn’t a show she intended to miss if it was happening.
“Babe, I can only do so much here,” Troy explained as he maneuvered behind the largest of the boulders, unzipping as he walked. Lauren maneuvered around to Troy’s other side, determined to have a view of the action. Troy, starting to flow, was too distracted to care very much where Lauren was standing.
Troy’s stream grew in force, splashing off the rock. He quickly adjusted to hit the sand below. Lauren curtseyed a little at the sound, but she couldn’t help but be impressed yet again at the sheer volume pouring out of him. This was someone who could really hold some pee, she thought as she gazed admiringly at the penis that did such a good job waiting for such a long time.
Lauren’s heart pounded harder and harder, as each second it continued to pour served as more and more testament to just how much pee his poor body had been holding. When he finally finished, Lauren was breathing hard, her face flushed, grinning broadly.
It took a moment for Troy to even remember Lauren was there as his whole body shuddered from his urgent release into the cool night air. But when he did turn his gaze back to her, he realized he wasn’t the only one whose body had been in overdrive just now. Troy studied her for a moment, curiously.
“You liked that...,” he remarked with a sly grin. |
Hello, everyone. Here's part 7 of the Gentleman series -- on a Friday morning, no less! Let's hear it for three-day weekends.
Getting close to the end of the story now. And yes, the tags are correct; while as usual this is mostly about desperation, I decided to include something for the wetting fans.
Bonus points if you get the title reference... or remember the ad that Dacy mentions. I saw it when I was in high school on the cross-country team, and I was electrified.
My usual links to all the prior chapters:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 5 1/2
Part 6
We pick up right where Part 6 left off.
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“So I was about to go for a run. But I’d just gotten back from class, like today, and I had to pee,” Dacy began.
Parker realized what he was in for. And a little voice in the back of his head whispered, Well, you can feel guilty and uncomfortable the whole time, or you can sit back and enjoy it…
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Dacy was so glad to get up and moving. She loved learning, but she did not love sitting in lectures for hours on end. She’d been craving a run for hours. All she had to do was pee and she’d be on her way. She tucked her ID card and her room key into the little pouch inside her shorts, grabbed her running shirt, and pulled it on as she left her room. For a second she was blinded as she tried to pull the shirt down.
Just at that second, hands grabbed her wrists and held them in place, keeping her from getting her shirt off her eyes. Other hands grabbed her ankles and swept her up off the ground.
For a moment she was utterly terrified. And then she heard the giggle. She knew that giggle. It was Trina, one of her best friends. She also realized how incredibly unlikely that she would be kidnapped by sex slavers from the middle of her dorm at 4pm in the afternoon, when everyone was coming and going from class.
And then she remembered. How often had she made that boast? Hundreds of times. She always bragged that she knew the back roads around campus so well by now, even as a freshman, that she could get plopped down blindfolded in the middle of the country and she could work her way back to campus, no problem. It seemed that some of her friends were calling her bluff. By the time they got to the door of the dorm, she was laughing too.
She was still laughing when they dropped her into the trunk of the car and closed the lid—although it was still a little scary to be locked in the dark, even knowing she was in friendly hands. But she was less scared than ticked off that they’d grabbed her on the way of her dorm room and not, say, on her way out of the bathroom. She wasn’t about to pee her pants or anything, but she was definitely way more full than she liked to be at the start of a run.
Involuntarily her mind flicked back over a few times she’d been in this situation back in high school. And she thought of the Adidas ad with the girl runner popping a squat behind a tree. “Runners. Yeah, We’re Different.” Well, that was true enough. And maybe she was about to act out that ad for the first time in several years.
When she stopped thinking about peeing for a second, she realized that she should have been keeping track of which way the car was turning. She’d probably have been able to sort out what streets they were on. But soon enough she realized that her friends had thought of that too, and were taking extra turns—totally uselessly, since she’d lost track before they’d gotten out of the parking lot. Besides, she didn’t want to spoil the joke… and she wanted to test out if her big brag really was true. Mainly she just wanted them to get to where they were going, so she could get going herself. In more way than one.
After what seemed like quite a long time, the car came to a stop and abruptly popped the trunk. Dacy scrambled out, naturally enough—she wasn’t about stay cooped up a second longer!—but as soon as she turned around, the car started to pull away, trunk lid still up. She recognized the car—Trina’s, naturally—so that little effort to hide their identity was pretty useless. She sprinted after the car and slammed down the trunk for them. No need for them to be driving dangerously. Trina accelerated a lot more as soon as the trunk slammed, and Dacy was left in the dust, literally.
She looked around.
Well shoot, she thought. So much for doing the Adidas ad thing…
It was nothing but cornfields as far as her eye could see—mid-spring cornfields. The only way she could pop a squat in the cover of these cornfields would be if she were six inches tall. On the other hand, there wasn’t much else, either: she could see a couple farmhouses in the distance, and that was it. She wondered if she could just squat down, even out in the open, with nobody to see. But she was still on the road, and anyone could come along. Better to get moving so she could get back to campus.
Which way, though?
Well, she couldn’t tell where she was—north, south, east, or west of home. The only way she could think of to find her way back was to run until she saw something she recognized. She started off.
Uh-oh.
Just as soon as she started running, the jolts of her shoes hitting pavement shot right up her legs and into her bladder. Running was going to be hard, hard, hard. But what else could she do? She wanted to get back to campus before dinner, and she didn’t think she’d be able to pull that off walking. Besides, if she didn’t want to drop her shorts and give the whole world a free show, she had to get back to campus, ASAP.
So she clamped down and kept running… a little more gingerly than usual. Besides, she wasn’t sure how far she had to go: better to conserve energy.
The country was starting to look familiar. She thought she was south of campus and the main highway. But how far south, and on what road? There weren’t any street signs. There weren’t any other streets! She decided she was probably heading east, but what did that mean? Was she getting closer or farther from school? A couple times she almost stopped, second-guessing herself, before deciding that she had to keep going or all the ground she’d covered would be totally wasted if she’d been right the first time.
A couple of times she had to stop for real, for other reasons.
Peeing in a cornfield was starting to sound really good, free show or not. But then she saw a farmhouse, shaded by a couple trees. The road was taking her straight for it, so she kept going. She wasn’t sure she wanted to knock on a stranger’s door and ask to use the bathroom, but it was probably a lot better than getting caught by a stranger in their cornfield with her shorts around her ankles.
She was about a hundred yards from the house when a sudden thought crossed her mind. She was an 18-year-old girl wearing a thin white t-shirt with the school name plastered right over her boobs, and she was wearing a hot pink sports bra underneath that shirt, and underneath the bra were her boobs. Those boobs meant she’d had to beat off boys with a stick in high school. More than once she’d had to kick a guy who got way too handsy. Between that and the back pain, the only time she was ever grateful for being so big up front was when she had a boyfriend (or wanted one), because the boys were always ecstatic. The point was, she had no idea how the local guys would react to her. Growing up in Minneapolis, she’d never had much experience with “Red-State” folks. She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out here and now, far from home and with absolutely nobody knowing where she was.
I mean, this is how the horror movies always start…
She knew she was probably being unfair, but she was nervous enough that she couldn’t make up her mind… and then the dog started barking.
She must have jumped a foot in the air. And when she came down, she felt a sudden spurt of pee. She crossed her legs and squeezed tight, and got it back under control.
Dacy did not do dogs. She’d never liked them, and when she was out running she always hated it when they started barking at her and surprised her. She hated off-leash dogs even more. And this dog was not only not on a leash, it wasn’t even behind a fence. As soon as she could move without leaking, she scurried to the other side of the road and ran as quickly as she dared past the house.
Thankfully the dog seemed well-trained, and didn’t cross the road to chase her. But she was definitely not asking for a bathroom at that house.
Once the dog was well behind her, she stopped and inspected the damage to her shorts. It wasn’t too bad… but she sure wished she’d worn her black shorts and not her light blue ones. The wet patch was clear enough if someone looked straight at her. If she kept running, though, probably nobody would notice. Which meant she definitely wasn’t going to stop at any farmhouses now.
So all she had to do was run back to campus… which she still didn’t know how to do… without completely pissing herself.
I got this. That dog just scared me, that’s all.
She coasted down a gentle hill and came, at last, to the first crossroads. She looked at the street signs. The name of the road she’d just run into sounded vaguely familiar, so she turned on it. After a short way she nearly cheered. A much larger road was up ahead. She was sure she’d recognize the name. She ran the last few hundred yards eagerly, almost forgetting the pressure in her crotch.
Oh no!
It was a classic good-news, bad-news situation. Good news: she knew where she was now. She even recognized the place, now that she was looking at it from a more familiar angle. And her navigation problems were now totally over: the road was the Cartersburg Road, which would take her almost straight back to campus.
Bad news: she’d been running the wrong way. She guessed Trina and whoever else had helped had dropped her off almost due south of campus. She’d been running away from campus, and now she had to jog four more miles on the Cartersburg Road to make up that distance. Four more miles… well, four and a half, really, since the road didn’t go directly back. She still had to cut across the fields behind campus. Four and a half miles was nothing to her, she could jog that easily, but it meant four and a half miles to the nearest bathroom.
Eep!
As soon as she’d thought that, her bladder leaked again. She squeezed it off and looked down. A bigger patch this time. Zero chance of stopping anywhere or hitching a ride. She wasn’t shy at all with her friends, but going up to some stranger with a big ol’ wet patch between her legs? Plus the boobs? Nope.
Well… nothing for it but to start running, so she did.
It was getting harder and harder to do that, though. She had to balance it out: if she ran at her usual cruising pace, eight minutes to the mile, she’d be home in half an hour. Not good, but probably the best she could do—she could run a lot faster than that, but not over four miles, not after already having jogged probably close to three, and definitely not when she was bursting with pee. But that bursting part was becoming a real problem: she tried to get to her usual pace but she constantly felt like she was about to spring a leak. If she slowed down to jogging pace again, ten minutes to the mile, she wouldn’t get back for forty minutes, maybe more. She wasn’t sure she could last that long. She decided to alternate faster and slower as best she could, and tried to pretend she was doing interval work.
The other problem with the Cartersburg Road was that it was really boring. She’d run it too many times last fall with the cross country team. But she wasn’t about to go exploring today: the road was a straight shot for home and the nearest safe toilet.
About fifteen minutes later, so not quite two miles up the road, she had to stop again to squeeze off another leak. The wet patch had grown a bit again. She stood, cross-legged and bent slightly over, blushing furiously; she was aware of the view she was giving the passing cars. Darn her boobs! They were so useful for getting attention when she wanted it (and she often did) but she couldn’t turn them off. But there was nothing else to do. If she let go she thought she would explode. She hadn’t needed to pee so much ever in her entire life, she was sure of it.
After a minute or so she felt she was back under control. She kept running.
As she crested the hill that told her she had a mile to go on the Cartersburg Road, she decided to risk going a little faster on the downhill. It backfired almost immediately: she felt another squirt. She couldn’t squeeze it off fast enough—nor stop running fast enough, and she felt three more squirts as she slowed down to look at herself. The wet patch in her crotch was now quite large—no way to pass it off as anything else. And in fact she was going to still have this big wet patch when she got back to the dorm… that would be a big problem. Could she take off her t-shirt, hide it somehow? No good, the shirt wouldn’t wrap around her waist… and besides, that would mean she’d come running back into campus in nothing but a hot-pink sports bra and she did not want that kind of attention right now.
She kept jogging. What else could she do? She’d have to deal with getting into her dorm undetected somehow, but first she had to get there.
She crested the next gentle hill and saw the college’s woods spread out before her.
Yes! She didn’t have to get all the way back to campus after all! All she had to do was get to the woods! She could hide behind a tree and re-enact the Adidas ad after all. That wouldn’t solve the wet patch problem, but it would solve the problem that right now her bladder was just screaming to pee. In all honesty, she might not be able to make it the last half-mile to campus anyway. She had to go so bad!
She turned off the Cartersburg Road at last, and good riddance. Just another few hundred yards across this field, then across one last narrow country road, and she’d reach the woods. Then she could go a little into the woods, find a tree or a bush big enough to hide behind, and pee pee pee…
No wait, she wasn’t even going to go that far. She was going to go behind the very first tree she got to, whether it was wide enough or not. She could let go and it would feel so good…
Um, she’d settle for the drainage ditch on the far side of the road. If she crouched down enough she could be hidden and PEEEEEEE
The next leak felt like a crack in the dam. She tried to speed up. Just another fifty yards! At most! Thirty, even!
But that acceleration was all her poor worn-out crotch muscles could take. It was by far the biggest spurt yet. She slowed to a halt, crossed her legs… felt another two huge spurts, felt the pee not stopping at all but instead trickling down her crossed legs… she dropped into a squat almost unconsciously, tried sitting on her heel… the fourth spurt dwarfed the others…
In one quick jerk she got her butt off her heel and got her shorts off her butt and peeeeeeeeeeed and oh wow it was like coming it felt so good to let go…
But she was squatting bare-assed in a field that was not very big and had roads on all three sides of it and there were cars coming and going. She tried to squeeze it off. It took a lot longer than she’d expected. Oh her bladder did not like that, did not like it at all.
Slowly, shakily, like she’d just finished a 8k at high speed, she stood up and pulled her shorts up again. She tried to jog and stopped after three steps as she spurted still more into her shorts. She got it back under control—how, she didn’t really know—and carefully walked the last few yards (two small squirts), crossed the road without stopping to see if anyone was coming, crossed the ditch (another squirt, bigger), walked in among the trees, squatted down with her back against the first one she’d laid eyes on (squirt), pulled her shorts down again, and let it all go.
She heard somebody call out and opened her eyes. Nobody in sight. It wasn’t until she’d checked over both shoulders that she realized it had been her, gasping with the pleasure of pissing.
Oh, wow, how much was I holding?
Finally it trickled off. Waves of relief were still flooding through her, but she had to inspect the damage.
Her shorts were totally soaked, crotch and butt, all the way up to the tag in the back waistband. It looked like when she’d squatted in the field, she hadn’t gotten them all the way down. There was zero question of hiding it. There was pee all over her legs, too. Now that she’d taken care of the peeing part, she really really wanted to go to the bathroom for the shower part. She thought about wiping off her legs with her shirt, thought better of it, and stepped out of her shorts. Okay, now she was naked from her waist to her ankles, so she moved fast, using the still-dry parts to wipe off a little of the pee from her legs. At this point, what was a little more?
Then she pulled her shorts back on—that wasn’t fun at all—and took the card key out of her pocket. She jogged back out of the woods and through the fields. As she got close to the parking lot, though, she picked up speed and started sprinting for all she was worth. This overpowered her sports bra and she was aware she was bouncing like mad and probably catching ever hetero guy’s eye in a hundred-yard radius, but it looked as if she was finishing some brutally intense workout and nobody was going to stop her to talk to her. And if anyone noticed that the backside of her shorts was a much darker blue than the sides, well, by the time they did she was already ten yards away and moving fast.
She got into sight of her dorm. Not many people around—was it dinner time? Could she be that lucky? But still some. She didn’t even start to slow down until she was at the south end of the building, and had to brake quicklyat the door. Up the five steps, unlock the door… and then once she was through the lobby she could run down the hall to the room she shared with Meagan, fling the door open, and get safely inside. Meagan would know but she’d understand. And maybe, just maybe, nobody else would know.
She stepped through the door into the lobby and came face to face with Trina, Dan, Meagan, and at least a third of the cross-country team.
They stared. For a second, Dacy stared back.
And then she burst out laughing.
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Oh shit, Parker thought, I am so turned on right now.
Dacy was still giggling. “Can’t you just see it? My shorts were so soaked it looked like I’d been running in the rain!”
Yeah, I’m picturing it rather a lot right now. How can I get out of this room without her noticing my hard-on? I bet it’ll be just as obvious as her shorts were…
“Oh, hey, Meagan! How long have you been standing there?” Dacy said.
Meagan was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms folded. It looked like a casual pose, but her face was absolutely expressionless. And with that clue, it was obvious that Meagan’s relaxed pose was nothing of the sort. She looked as tight as a guitar string.
“Hey,” Parker said, a little weakly.
Meagan straightened up, turned, and walked away without saying a word.
Oh.
Shit.
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Stay tuned for the final installment, probably posted over Thanksgiving weekend (that's in two weeks for non-Americans).
Edited November 10, 2017 by Weasel
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After lunch, “So Ali you need a change?” Alex splutters almost spraying soda across the table “What!?” “Well your underwear is pretty soaked with pee and girl juice, so I figured you’d want a fresh pair. Plus, you said you had trouble getting the tape ups on and I think it would be a smart idea to wear one to avoid any leaks like from this morning.” Riley says in a business-like tone that would have done any nurse proud. “You actually want to do that?” “You actually want to clean up my dirty privates after I’ve wet myself repeatedly?!” Alex asks bewildered.
“One. Honestly, it’s not that a big a deal for me. I’ve changed my nieces and nephews plenty of times. Two. We’ve already seen each other at our best and worst; remember that time when on my fifth birthday I was so scared of the mouse at ‘Chuckie Cheese’s’ I peed myself, then ran and hid in the ball pit? Remember how on our first day of school we were so nervous, and you told me that we had each other’s backs, and nobody could touch us, so long as that was the case.” “And then you said, ‘Yeah by the end of the day we’ll be running this place gangsta’ style’” “Shit, we didn’t even know what that last part meant back then” Alex said busting out laughing at the end. Riley continues “How about all those times as kids we would catch the same bugs, so we would ride it out together, not even bothering to close the in-suite door when one of us would stagger into the bathroom to wreck the toilet.” “Oh! sweet Flying Spaghetti Monster those were the worst!” “Then there were the good times, all those times our folks would take us camping and we would do all that amazing Norman Rockwell bullshit! Toasting marshmallows and hotdogs before holding hands and watching the stars. You knew all the constellations buy eight.”
“Remember middle school Ali?” “Jesus what a cluster fuck!” Alex says once again breaking out into laughter “Your telling me, but we got through it together. Sharing tips and horror stories when we first got our periods, playing pranks and dodging bullies with Jake, Karim, and Terra, watching you proudly present some of your art on the local PBS station.” “Don’t forget how you won the eighth-grade science fair with your tire changing robot.” “The mark II version is still in use.” Riley said grinning. “Then we found out after many a long night of riveting discussion that we both crushed harder on the lead sing of our favorite goth band, “Sisters of the Elder Fire”, than we did on any of the boy bands; but…..” “It still took us till sophomore year to figure out just how much we actually liked each other.” Alex finished her face beaming. “And our first time, Ali?” Alex’s wistful and nostalgia tinged smile simply will not fade “We were young newly minted lesbians who had decided to make our love a statement, we were each going to be the penetrative and receptive partner simultaneously when we made love for the first time. To that end we bought a double headed dildo, seven inches, and rainbow colored no less.” “I remember you trying to explain to your uncle why you needed his credit card, you were stammering and stuttering so much, he thought you had crashed the car at first.” Riley said, smirking as once again Alex does her tomato impression before continuing. “The night arrived junior prom, after the festivities had died down we drove out to the casino in Brightwater were Uncle Lewis had generously booked us a room. We spent an hour or two exploring each other’s bodies with tongues and fingers, and having a good six or seven orgasms between us.
Then the moment of truth arrived and after a bit of trial and error finding the right position we decided to do it quick like tearing off a band aid. We slammed our bodies together, the fading pain mixing with the endorphins and oxytocin to create a strange euphoria as we “came” down for the final time that night. I remember us both crying into each other’s shoulders as all the feelings rushed out at once. Joy, physical exhilaration, first time nerves, love, and a strange melancholy sadness of knowing that we could never be here again and that one day it would all end. All those feelings mixing and pooling along with our blood on the sheets.” Alex’s voice fades and becomes wistful. “Then it was a whirl wind of senior year and college, with test’s, parties, stress, and way too much takeout. And now here we are.” Riley finishes before pausing briefly “So why the fuck after all that do you think that I’m the slightest bit bothered by the thought of cleaning off your pee coated crotch?!!”
Alex sits quietly for a moment and without even realizing it begins to pee herself, the emotional weight of the situation causing her to lose control. Looking down she notices the pee spilling out of her overtaxed pullup, pooling in the seat of the chair, before running down onto the floor. In a voice husky and cracking with emotion “Riley… I… I wet myself and need you to change me.”
Edited November 16, 2017 by YourFNF
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***This is an Updated post compiling the first three days of Alex’s adventure; I tried to go back over and hunt down grammar and spelling issues but not always the best at that so…(shrugs) I also decided to include some descriptions of Alex and the store***
Alex is a girl in her early to mid-twenties with an average build, pale’ish skin, nut brown hair faded slightly at the sides with bangs parted to the left and a blue streak up the middle, bluish steel grey eyes, c-cup breasts, an overall geek meets hipster style, and a tattoo of a raven winged death’s head wearing a jaunty red banded top hat with the phrase memento mori emblazoned on a scroll beneath; on her left arm. She typically spends the school holidays working at her uncle’s store, gaming, and hanging out with her friends and her girlfriend Riley.
Riley is the same age as Alex. One of the first thing you’ll notice is her tall slim build as she stands at an impressive 6’2” with b cup breasts. Riley likes to lift weights, swim, play lacrosse, and wrestle. So, added on to this is a large amount of toned muscle from years of athletics and shop work. When you combine this with a slightly wind and sun touched face, dirty blonde hair, freckles and striking green eyes you get someone who’s the very picture of youthful vitality. Her belly button is peirced
The store is an open plan basic box with dry goods in the middle and registers at the front as you walk in. To left is a kind of diner style eatery with a low half wall of booths cutting it off from the rest of the store proper, to the right 1&1/2 aisles of refrigerated cases. The back of the store is where the pharmacy, bathrooms, and offices/breakroom are located.
Monday
Alex had just gotten off the phone with her uncle Lewis after his too late warning about the storm hitting early. She was there to close down the small upper Midwestern towns pharmacy/24-hour store that her uncle owned, and now it looked like she was going to be the ride out crew whether she liked or not as the blizzard was just now kicking into high gear. Still it wasn't all bad, the internet was still up, and Uncle Lewis had said she could have whatever she wanted food and drink wise from the store/cafe, including the liquor case. "So, it looks like it's going to be several days of bagel bites, Bad Ass & Goat (the local craft brewery that tried way too hard to be edgy with their marketing), and Netflix." she thought to herself. Just then the lights flickered and went out for about 15 seconds before the backup batteries and CNG generator kicked in. Grateful that her Uncle was big on energy independence (part of his unique centrist brand of libertarianism) it was just enough to keep everything going although the load from central heat was causing some strain. After checking on the generator, she went to grab one of the air mattresses and a blanket from the small camping, hunting and fishing section and setting up a little nest in the break room. Stripping down to her underwear Alex crawled into bed and called it a night. When she woke up the next morning she pulled on her flannel shirt because it was a little cold before heading to the bathroom. "No pants at work? fuck yeah ride out crew is the best" she thought to herself grinning. Her attitude quickly changed when she saw that the pipes had burst overnight flooding both bathrooms........
Tuesday
8:23 am
Alex frantically called her uncle to report the damage explaining what had happened, he reassured her that the insurance would take care of it and that she wasn't in trouble over it, they talked about how things were otherwise for a bit before Alex raised the question she had been thinking of for several minutes but had been dreading asking "So what should I do about... you know, the bathroom situation?" "Well the storms too bad for anyone to come and get you and the bathrooms are both shot so... Look I know you’re going to hate this but, your best bet is to grab something from the incontinence aisle and use that." "Seriously what the fuck dude, you want me to wear a god damn diaper?!!" "Sorry Ali but I don't know what else to tell you, I figure it beats pissing your pants" "I'll think about it, sorry I snapped Big L" "It's Okay love you Ali, stay safe." Alex's uncle hangs up the phone leaving her alone with her rapidly filling bladder....
Around elevenish Alex was becoming increasingly desperate, she hadn't peed since last night and was jittery along with a building sensation in her crotch signaling that she really needed to go. Finally, she ran down into the incontinence supply aisle. "God am I actually going to do this?" She thought about using some of the bed pads but that seemed just as bad as the diapers. Finally reacting without thinking she yanked down her panties kicking them aside before grabbing a big pack of medical looking diapers and ripped it open, before realizing she had no idea how put a diaper on. Thinking quickly, she dropped it onto the floor before popping a squat over it. Face flushed crimson Alex's poor bladder lost the battle and she released a steady stream onto the diaper a few splashes went wide but the absorbent padding took the brunt of it. Embarrassed Alex grabbed one of the packs of wet wipes cleaned off her crotch and legs and tossed them onto the diaper before going to grab some paper towels for the floor.
Alex stood staring at the row of "emergency toilet underwear" as she preferred to think of it. "I guess I'm really doing this? I mean it's not like I've got a lot of options other than freezing my junk off pissing in a blizzard. So, is that how they do it in Antarctic expeditions, diapers? Wouldn't they get super cold and clammy after a while? What the hell happens if they leek? It's not like there are laundromats in the middle of Antarctica... Ewww do not want..... (This is one of many things Alex had discovered in her twenty something years of existence should not be thought about)" Alex recognized that doing her business in the diaper was paradoxically the rational adult decision under these circumstances, but that still didn't get rid of the sociocultural baggage and emotional hang-ups she wasn't a Vulcan after all. Alex then chuckled to herself at mental image of a diapered Vulcan. "Getting into rule 34 territory there girl, bail out before to it's too late" chuckling to herself some more. "Right, okay no more stalling" Alex picked out a pack of the depends silhouettes max because they seemed to look the most like normal underwear, if a bit granniesh and with a weird padded crotch. Steeling herself Alex ripped open the pack and pulled out one of the black colored ones before sliding it up her legs. "Okay this is so weird it's like I’ve got a crinkly floofy brick stuffed up against my equipment. I think I deserve a German breakfast after this weirdness." Alex thought to herself as she headed to the beer cooler.
About an hour after her German breakfast, brunch?; the two beers she had drunk were hitting Alex's bladder. "Well delaying this is only going to make things more uncomfortable." Alex tried to relax her bladder but found she couldn't go "Okay so I just need to relax and let it happen. I'm not some five-year-old having an accident and making a mess of my clothes and the floor, I'm an adult who wisely chose to use this special wearable toilet underwear because the normal toilets are broken." Pushing with her pelvic muscles Alex managed to get a small squirt out that was quickly absorbed but couldn't get a full stream going. Blushing Alex decided a more natural position would help and once again popped a squat. Releasing a few tentative spurts Alex decided that she could trust her new underwear and let go completely, flooding it as she a felt a warm yet strangely, distant?, heat envelope her crotch. "Wow that is hella weird, but strangely not horrible." The now spent underwear sagged noticeably between her legs instinctively she pulled it up and felt a wetness press into her crotch and the swollen absorbent layer try to push her legs apart "Huh, now it's a soggy semi-rigid brick." Alex went over to the large break room trash before tearing the quick release tabs and tossing the spent "toilet underwear" in, glad that she had left her jeans off to avoid getting any potential leeks on them. After wiping herself off Alex put a clean pair on, purple for variety reasons. She then spent the rest of her day sans pants, figuring it was more comfortable and convenient since she had the whole store to herself.
After dinner and changing into her third pair of briefs that day Alex went and settled down for a couple hours of Netflix before falling a sleep in her underwear and t-shirt. Some time around 2 a.m. Alex awoke groggy, confused and needing to pee. She started to get up to use the bathroom before remembering where she was and that she was in fact wearing the toilet. “Well I suppose that’s one perk to this whole situation, I get to pee without getting out of my warm comfy bed….. and I think It just got warmer.” Alex giggled to herself as she drifted back to sleep the now swollen undies encasing her privates.
Wednesday
6:50 a.m.
That morning Alex woke up to a pullup that was wet for a very different reason. “Well I haven’t rubbed one out since Sunday and I’ve already peed in this thing so why not use it for another body function…” Alex slid a hand down into her underwear feeling the moisture on her lips as she used her palm to stimulate her now very erect clit while her middle and index fingers worked their way in and out of her as she lazily circled her right nipple with the fingers of her other hand. After about five or ten minutes her breathing became short and rapid as she had a small orgasm. Warm, groggy, and very comfortable Alex certainly didn’t feel like getting out of bed for her morning pee; she didn’t even bother moving as her undies got warm and wet for the second time that morning while she drifted back to sleep.
When Alex woke back up about an hour later it was to a somewhat wet bed. Her underwear had leaked at the leg openings and a pool had formed around her backside; extending down to her thighs and up to her lower back soaking the bottom of her t-shirt “Ah shit! Well no use getting upset over what’s already happened. Still I was having such a nice morning, now I got to clean the stupid mattress.” A mildly annoyed Alex proceeded to get cleaned up and changed, grimacing as she tried to avoid having the wet shirt touch her hair, before going over the air mattress with some paper towels and Lysol spray. She then went to grab a thing of laundry detergent and tried to wash her shirt in the sink as best as she could before placing it on a chair to dry. Alex wasn’t quite ready to attempt workplace nipple liberation, so she put her sports bra back on with her flannel worn open over it for warmth.
Alex had just finished making herself a sizable breakfast of hash-browns, eggs, pancakes and bacon on the cafe’s griddle when her uncle called. “Hey Big L” “Hey Ali, how are you?” “Not too bad, I didn’t burn down the store making breakfast so that’s a win.” “Heheheh! You were always a better cook than me or your aunt.” They made small talk for another twenty minutes “So Ali, I don’t mean to be weird or pry, but I’ve got to put my “Dad Hat” on and ask; did you figure out the toilet situation?” A brief awkward silence then “Yeah I’ve been using the ‘emergency toilet underwear’ like you suggested…” Lewis let out a loud belly laugh “I always love the names you come up with for things Ali; I’m really impressed without how maturely you’ve handled this whole wonderlandesc situation.” “Yeah once you get over the whole strangeness of, your underwear is the toilet, it’s surprisingly okay and it was actually kind’a nice to be able to pee this morning without having to get out bed. At least until I woke back up and realized the stupid thing had leaked…” Lewis lets out another laugh before Alex joins in “Maybe, I’ll bring some home for you to wear on the weekends?” “I think it’d be cute to see you coming down to breakfast wearing your padded ‘special underwear’.” “Oh god L, don’t even joke” Alex and Lewis laugh some more “Now that I’ve been reassured that this experience hasn’t been overly traumatic, I want to ask you something Ali, I hate to ask this but, well here’s the situation….”
“As you may have noticed there’s a lull in the storm today, but it’ll pick back up by around nine or ten tonight, after that it’ll probably not stop until around Sunday or Monday. We can get you out of there now, but I have to admit I feel a lot better with somebody on site to watch the store….. Would you be willing to stay put till Monday? You’ve already hit forty hours so it’ll all be overtime.” Alex thought for a moment, it had been a little boring after the first day and doing her business in her pants was strange, but she was getting oddly comfortable with it. It didn’t hurt that her uncle was very generous with paying his employees, $17.50 starting + benefits, having worked there since high school she was up to $19.75. Seventy-two hours+ of overtime at that rate was a lot of money for a college student. “Yeah, I’ll do it Big L” “Thanks a lot Ali, you’re a trooper.” “Oh, one other thing; Riley’s going to be coming out on her snowmobile with some supplies and a couple changes of clothes. See you Monday kiddo.” As the snow fell gently onto the ground in the parking lot Alex watched from the counter sipping her second coffee. Her thoughts turned to her girlfriend and how much fun it was going to be having four days alone with her to do whatever they want. Alex blushed as her flushed, warm, wet lips rubbed against her special panties. “What the hell it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do.” Alex quickly dropped her underwear bent forward over the counter and proceeded to give her very aroused sex a thorough finger blasting. Minutes later a now satiated Alex basked in the after glow of her second trip to O-town that morning, a satisfied grin on her face, as the snow continued to fall. After another minute her sex became warm and wet again for an entirely different reason as she let out a contented sigh, sipping her coffee, continuing to watch the snow fall.
Twenty minutes later the rumble of an engine could be heard as a snowmobile pulled up into the parking lot, a person gets off walks up to the main doors and uses a key to let themselves in. Their wearing a one-piece snow suit in a gold and red fractal pattern, their face is hidden by a white full-face helmet, they lower a pair of duffel bags to the floor. “RILEYYYYY!!!!” Alex let’s out a joyful squee and runs toward her girlfriend. The snow suited figure pulls off her helmet and ski mask revealing a young woman; her shoulder length brownish blond hair tied back in a braid, is slightly messy and frizzy from being under the helmet. Her face lightly tanned and wind burned from the outdoors, has a smattering of freckles that combined with her grin and the glint of mirth in her striking green eyes completes the picture of youthful vitality. She braces herself using years of practice of from lacrosse and wrestling, as Alex tries to monkey tackle her out of excitement. Alex wraps her legs around Riley’s waist and Riley’s arms wrap around her, one arm going just below her shoulders, the other reaching down to cup her padded bum.
“Miss me, Ali?” Alex leans in and Frenches Riley. “That much, huh?” Riley still grinning sets Alex down gently “By the way, love the whole open shirt over special undies look, very cute. Although it seems like you had more clothes earlier?” Riley says in a mischievous and humorous tone as Alex blushes. “This is so embarrassing but I kind of leaked this morning and my t’s currently drying.” Alex stammered “And are you wet now?” Riley teasingly asks as she places a hand down the front of Alex’s undies feeling her still pee damp sex. “Eep!” “So, is this from earlier or were you just that excited to see me?” Alex’s face once again turns crimson “Maybe a little of both?” She jokes back out of instinct her mind boggling at the idea of a diaper check as flirting? Possibly foreplay? “And it’s look like you’re now getting even wetter.” Riley said as she stuck her middle finger inside Alex massaging her now very wet vagina before removing her hand and leaving a now extremely horny and flustered Alex standing there to compose herself.
The girls began to chat as Riley rubbed some hand sanitizer from her suit pocket into her hands before kicking off her snow boots and picking up one duffel bag, Alex grabbing the other. “I brought mostly clothes, pajamas and socks, I figured we’d basically be lounging around all day so that seemed appropriate. I also brought my LAN party box, so we can settle our long running ‘Mortal Combat’ feud and I just got the box set of the trades of ‘On Glorious Iron Wings’ so that we can pick up where we left off before classes got in the way.” “Hell, Yes!” Alex pumps her fist. “Oh, and I also brought a bunch of our ‘Ali and Riley fun time toys’.” Riley said with a wicked grin on her face as Alex’s resumes a neon sign hue; knowing full well what that means. The conversation moves to comparing battle scars from the previous semester. The girls are attending University of Michigan together. Alex is studying digital arts and graphic design. Riley is an engineering major. They had been high school sweethearts, before becoming college girlfriends. Their first night at college the girls had pushed the twin beds of their dorm room together and proceeded to fill their floor with the sounds of joyful and enthusiastic lesbian lovemaking. Lately though they had been having a bit of dry spell, as classes and extracurricular’s ate into their time. This was their first time seeing each other after leaving school for winter break as Riley had been visiting relatives out of state. Both girls are extremely eager to make up for lost time.
Once in the break room the girls set the duffel bags down and continue catching up. The conversation proceeds uninterrupted as Riley takes a moment to strip out of her snow suit. First, she unzips it and shrugs her arms out of the sleeves, revealing a skin tight white thermal top that does nothing to hide her perky b-cups. Seconds later the heavy jumpsuit slides down her legs, pooling around her ankles. Riley bends over slightly as she works the jumpsuit the rest of the way off. Treating Alex to a view of her cute, pert, little, bottom, wonderfully toned from hundreds of hours of dead lift squats; in the process. Her matching white, footed, thermals leaving very little to the imagination. After getting out of her suit Riley sprawls in the chair across from Alex, legs splayed, her tight fitting base layer doing nothing to hide her erect nipples and engorged lips. The girls continue their conversation for another half hour or so stopping only to make lunch.
After lunch, “So Ali you need a change?” Alex splutters almost spraying soda across the table “What!?” “Well your underwear is pretty soaked with pee and girl juice, so I figured you’d want a fresh pair. Plus, you said you had trouble getting the tape ups on and I think it would be a smart idea to wear one to avoid any leaks like from this morning.” Riley says in a business-like tone that would have done any nurse proud. “You actually want to do that?” “You actually want to clean up my dirty privates after I’ve wet myself repeatedly?!” Alex asks bewildered.
“One. Honestly, it’s not that a big a deal for me. I’ve changed my nieces and nephews plenty of times. Two. We’ve already seen each other at our best and worst; remember that time when on my fifth birthday I was so scared of the mouse at ‘Chuckie Cheese’s’ I peed myself, then ran and hid in the ball pit? Remember how on our first day of school we were so nervous, and you told me that we had each other’s backs, and nobody could touch us, so long as that was the case.” “And then you said, ‘Yeah by the end of the day we’ll be running this place gangsta’ style’” “Shit, we didn’t even know what that last part meant back then” Alex said busting out laughing at the end. Riley continues “How about all those times as kids we would catch the same bugs, so we would ride it out together, not even bothering to close the in-suite door when one of us would stagger into the bathroom to wreck the toilet.” “Oh! sweet Flying Spaghetti Monster those were the worst!” “Then there were the good times, all those times our folks would take us camping and we would do all that amazing Norman Rockwell bullshit! Toasting marshmallows and hotdogs before holding hands and watching the stars. You knew all the constellations buy eight.”
“Remember middle school Ali?” “Jesus what a cluster fuck!” Alex says once again breaking out into laughter “Your telling me, but we got through it together. Sharing tips and horror stories when we first got our periods, playing pranks and dodging bullies with Jake, Karim, and Terra, watching you proudly present some of your art on the local PBS station.” “Don’t forget how you won the eighth-grade science fair with your tire changing robot.” “The mark II version is still in use.” Riley said grinning. “Then we found out after many a long night of riveting discussion that we both crushed harder on the lead sing of our favorite goth band, “Sisters of the Elder Fire”, than we did on any of the boy bands; but…..” “It still took us till sophomore year to figure out just how much we actually liked each other.” Alex finished her face beaming. “And our first time, Ali?” Alex’s wistful and nostalgia tinged smile simply will not fade “We were young newly minted lesbians who had decided to make our love a statement, we were each going to be the penetrative and receptive partner simultaneously when we made love for the first time. To that end we bought a double headed dildo, seven inches, and rainbow colored no less.” “I remember you trying to explain to your uncle why you needed his credit card, you were stammering and stuttering so much, he thought you had crashed the car at first.” Riley said, smirking as once again Alex does her tomato impression before continuing. “The night arrived junior prom, after the festivities had died down we drove out to the casino in Brightwater were Uncle Lewis had generously booked us a room. We spent an hour or two exploring each other’s bodies with tongues and fingers, and having a good six or seven orgasms between us.
Then the moment of truth arrived and after a bit of trial and error finding the right position we decided to do it quick like tearing off a band aid. We slammed our bodies together, the fading pain mixing with the endorphins and oxytocin to create a strange euphoria as we “came” down for the final time that night. I remember us both crying into each other’s shoulders as all the feelings rushed out at once. Joy, physical exhilaration, first time nerves, love, and a strange melancholy sadness of knowing that we could never be here again and that one day it would all end. All those feelings mixing and pooling along with our blood on the sheets.” Alex’s voice fades and becomes wistful. “Then it was a whirl wind of senior year and college, with test’s, parties, stress, and way too much takeout. And now here we are.” Riley finishes before pausing briefly “So why the fuck after all that do you think that I’m the slightest bit bothered by the thought of cleaning off your pee coated crotch?!!”
Alex sits quietly for a moment and without even realizing it begins to pee herself, the emotional weight of the situation causing her to lose control. Looking down she notices the pee spilling out of her overtaxed pullup, pooling in the seat of the chair, before running down onto the floor. In a voice husky and cracking with emotion “Riley… I… I wet myself and need you to change me.”
“No problem Ali, just give me a minute to grab some supplies and then I’ll have you nice and clean and dry. Okay, love?” “Sounds great” Alex says smiling softly. When Riley returns she is pushing one those odd miniature shopping carts you sometimes see in smaller stores, loaded down with goods. “Now first we need something to change you on. It seems like the simplest and most comfortable solution is to a put some kind of changing pad over the mattress. These should do nicely.” Riley say’s as she pulls out a package of the bed pads, ripping it open before placing one on the mattress. “Then we can actually change you. Lewis told me that he occasionally gets orders for the primo kind of disposable undies, so he always keeps a few cases in stock behind the pharmacy counter. I grabbed a pack of these Molicares, there supposed to be all space age, German engineered, amazingness or something. I guess will find out soon enough Ali.” Riley rips open the pack and places one on the mattress. “Finally, we got this.” She says holding a bottle labeled Areosport Performance: antifriction powder. It’s a high-powered product aimed at athletes, designed to prevent your junk chafing or getting swampy no matter how extreme the conditions. And bonus points it’s supposed to never clump, is hypoallergenic, and designed not to irritate your bits if it gits up in there.” “Now get your but over here and let’s get you changed!” Riley says playfully patting the mattress.
Alex takes off her shirt and bra, then lies back on the changing pad as Riley snaps on a pair of nitrile exam gloves. Then placing her hands inside the waist band, she pulls up and away in a single smooth motion tearing the briefs open and out from under Alex in one go. This leaves Alex naked except for her socks, legs splayed, as her girlfriend grins down at her with a Cheshire cat expression.
Riley takes her time using the wet wipes to clean Alex’s thighs, but, and groin. Particular care is taken, perhaps more than strictly necessary, to clean her girl’s vulva and crevice. Although Alex doesn’t seem to think so, as she makes soft contented noises in response to Riley’s attentiveness. Throwing the spent wipes onto the destroyed pull up she turns to Alex, a playful smirk on her face. “Does your little kitty need some grooming” Alex looks down at her stubbly crotch. “Yeah I haven’t done it since this past weekend and with the whole diaper thing it’s probably a good idea to keep it short.” “All right then Riley’s salon is open for business!” saying this as she gets up tossing the spent pullup and peeling off her gloves. Heading to the sink she washes her hands and fills a small plastic tub with warm water. Humming “Hooked on a Feeling” to herself as she does so; before grabbing a small pair of scissors, razor, wash cloth and shaving cream out her toiletries bag. Then walking back over to Alex, still smiling and humming.
She starts by trimming down the center of Alex’s bush to a short length before wiping the area off with a warm damp washcloth. Then taking a hand full of shaving cream proceeds to rub it into her girlfriend’s pubic area. Alex closes her eyes as she relaxes and zones out, enjoying the sensations. Riley still humming takes the razor and shaves the stubble back into a small neat v, pointing the way from bikini line to vulva. She wipes down Alex’s sex with the wash cloth before applying more shaving cream to her perineum, going lower and working it in between her cheeks, causing Alex to make more breathy pleasure noises as her girlfriends circling fingers massage her rose bud. With a few deft strokes she finishes shaving, rinses and disinfects the razor, giving Alex a very thorough final wipe down before sliding two fingers into her by now very aroused vagina. “Oh shit, Riley” “You like this, Ali” “Hell yeah! it’s been months, I need this, I need you. Riley please make me cum!” and with that Riley slides one hand up to Alex’s breasts massaging them and teasing her nipples while the other rhythmically work’s its finger in and out of her sex. Occasionally pulling out to teasingly work its way up her lips to her clit, circling it slowly, before sliding back down. Riley pauses leaving a confused and horny Alex in suspense for a thirty count, before running her tongue from perineum to clit in a single stroke, causing a startled Alex to cry out “Ayeeh!! Oh shifuc Riley! more, please! Please love, I need you to devour me.” And Riley proceeds to do just that working her girlfriends sex with tongue and fingers, before briefly working her way down to Alex’s rosebud once again. She runs her tongue over it tasting Alex’s sweat and earthy musk. “Mmm” “Riley, likes sweaty buthole” Alex teases in a sing song voice causing both girls to laugh hysterically as the mood briefly swings in a one eighty, the girls take a moment to catch their breath before resuming. It’s not long before Alex is at the brink. Sensing this Riley begins to mercilessly tongue her clit before sliding a cum coated middle finger right into her girlfriend’s rear end and working it in and out. Thirty seconds later, Alex launches into the stratosphere, and her hips lock around Riley’s face as she tries her damnedist to hump it off her….. The girls, breathless, beam at each other their faces glowing. Alex lies sprawled on the mattress, shaky, sweaty, her groin and thighs covered in her own juices. She is also the happiest she has been in months. Riley kneels above her, face coated in her girlfriends cum, the crotch of her white thermals visibly soaked with her own.
After taking a moment to recover Alex grabs Riley and pulls her onto the mattress, leaning in to kiss her passionately, her crotch grinding against her girlfriends, and soaking her already wet leggings. Alex breaks contact just long enough to haul Riley’s thermals down to her knees before beginning to vigorously pleasure her sex with tongue and fingers. Riley’s panting staccato instructions guiding her to all the right spots. As Riley nears climax, Alex prepares to go for the kill. Pulling Riley’s thermal bottoms the rest of the way off, Alex then rolls her onto her knees before applying her skillful tongue and fingers to her girlfriends anus. You see Riley loves, the “but sex”, both giving and receiving. Right now, she is close to euphoric as Alex’s tongue and fingers explore her forbidden intimate area. Which is why it only takes an additional two minutes to bring her to a very vigorous orgasm that is surprisingly silent in it’s intensity. Facing each other now “Looks like I’m not the only one who likes sweaty butthole.” The girls share a laugh before going in for a kiss, the taste of their most intimate places mingling on each other’s tongues before they collapse exhausted, cuddling each other as they drift off to sleep.
After waking up a couple hours later Riley gives Alex a more platonic cleaning of her intimate areas before taping a fresh pair of special underwear on. “So, what I do is slide this under your but, then I apply the antichafe powder, then we tape you up like so and now your fresh and dry.” “Okay that’s done let’s get you dressed” “You don’t have to do that.” “It’s Okay. I want to, and I might as well finish what I started.” “Okay?” Riley grabs a pair of Alex’s pajamas from the bag; black, loose-fitting, cotton with rainbow polka dots. She holds up the bottoms as Alex steps into them before helping her into the top and buttoning it. “Thanks babe” Alex is confused and conflicted in terms of her feelings on the whole experience “Earth to Alex; you there, girl?” “Uh, Yeah sorry” “Everything Okay?” “I don’t know I just hate feeling so, I don’t know. I guess I’m still adjusting to and getting over the embarrassment and humiliation of being a diapered twenty something university student, of being treated like a child. And yet…. I liked it or at least parts of it. I liked not having to get out of bed to pee, I… I liked the feeling of warmth encasing my junk, I liked the feeling of intimacy and closeness when you changed me and dressed me.” “Does that make me a freak?” “Who the fucks cares? I’ll take my freaky girl over a normal any day!!” “Hold onto that and never be a shamed of liking something so harmless. I mean do you see me screaming and running a way you’re some kind of B movie monster?” Alex laughs
“Do you want to learn how to change your special underwear, so you can do it yourself? That way you can wear one and still be in charge of your own bathroom business? You’d have a choice, take care of replacing your disposable toilet yourself, if your feeling all business. Or have your girlfriend do it because it turns out that’s a wonderful way of getting some TLC and bonding in.” “Yeah that sound good Riley” “So let’s get started then! You can practice putting one on me first.” Riley says as she flops onto the mattress. “Wait you’re wearing one?” “Well how did you think I was going to handle things Ali?” “I know I’m the next best thing to perfect but even I have to piss and shit. It’s just I happen to piss champagne and shit rainbow sherbet.” After another fit of laughter Alex then proceeds to place a pair of special undies on Riley according her instructions. After taking a few tries to get the tapes right, she grabs a pair of pajamas for Riley and helps her into them. They’re tight fitting with a green, yellow and black southwest print. They also very clearly show off the extra padding on her backside.
It is now close to four o’clock and the girls are in full gaming marathon mode. Bags of snacks of litter the mattress as they attempt plow through the co-op campaign on Magus: The Accession. After getting stomped by a boss for the third time in a row Riley slumps back onto the mattress groaning in frustration. “Time for a break?” Alex asks, “Yeah God that temple guardian” “Tell me about it” riley suddenly let’s out a small gasp and goes quite her face noticeably flushed. “You Okay?” then realizing what’s going on Alex grins and sticks a hand down the front of Reily’s pajamas. The front of her special panties is noticeably warm. The girls share a knowing look “Shit that feels good I’ve been holding it since this morning.” “Riley likes using her special underwear?” Alex teases. “Yep this actually feels surprisingly nice once you get over the initial weirdness. I guess were wearing these for all our marathon sessions now?” “I can’t believe I’m being serious but yeah I want to keep wearing the special underwear on certain occasions after this is over.” “I mean you’re not going to judge me Riley and I doubt uncle Lewis would and no one else needs to know so…” Alex goes quite as she snuggles up to Riley. Nothing else needs to be said as Riley’s hand cups her padded crotch feeling it slowly warm up as the girl’s share another knowing look.
The gaming marathon continues until midnight the girls only pausing for dinner and a quick change then resuming their epic quest. Around one a.m. the girls fall asleep exhausted from their exciting day tangled up in each other’s arms. They barely wakeup an hour later as they fill their special undies. |
Alex continues to strain as she tries to empty her bowels, letting out several loud wet farts in the process. “Anything?” “I think I may have sharted a little, but no I don’t think so. “Let me check” Alex stands up and Riley walks over pulling her pajama pants down and pulling out the back of the diaper to peek inside. “Yeah you sharted, I can see a wet brownish yellow stain but nothing else.” “I think I may be a little constipated which would explain why I haven’t had to go till now.” “No worries Ali I got you covered, just give me one minute.”
Riley returns quickly with a small box. “Okay Ali just lie down on your side, you’ll be feeling better in no time.” Alex places a mat on the mattress and then goes to lie down as Riley grabs the rest of the supplies. Riley quickly removes Alex’s shirt and diaper then gives her a wipe down before getting up and tossing the soiled briefs. She then roles Alex back onto her side and slides a gloved and lubed middle finger straight into Alex’s rectum causing her to gasp. After working the lubricant into Alex’s rear entrance, she grabs the suppository and slides it home eliciting another small pleasure tinged gasp from Alex. “Okay now this is going to need to stay in for, oh… about five minutes so the suppository can do its work.” Riley says as she works a three-inch plug, coated with even more lube, into Alex’s ample bum. The process causes Alex to emit even more small breathy pleasure noises as the silicon toy fills her. “Looks like I’m already making your but feel better, hey Ali?” Riley says grinning. “Yeah I’m already feeling better how about that?” Alex says giggling. After five minutes Riley removes the plug from Alex accompanied by another faint gasp. Riley rips open a new pack of briefs and heads over to Alex “So let’s get you into a new pair of special undies.” She says as she wipes the excess lube from Alex’s crevice and powders her. “These seem bigger” Alex says noting the increased bulk and thickness of these new “special undies” “There a bariatric model designed for max absorbency and capacity.” She says as she slides the bulky padded briefs under her girl friend and tapes them up. “You can pee and poop them all day and never have to worry about a leek. So, they should be more than capable of handle your near weeklong backlog.” ………….
“Ali?” “Earth to Ali.” Alex is staring off into space her legs splayed wide as the diaper’s considerable bulk prevents them from closing “So how do you feel?” “Oh, what sorry this is just so fucking weird. With the others I could almost pretend they were normal underwear but with these there’s no pretense. Hell, I can’t even close my legs! I’m wearing a diaper and what’s more I’m going to shit in it because almost nobody can hold their shit for a week straight.” “Are you doing Okay head space wise?” “Yeah just adjusting.” “Hold me?” “Of course.”
Riley lies down next to Alex holding her. One arm is around Alex’s shoulder the other begins to gently rub Alex’s stomach in a circular motion as she starts to softly whisper. “I love you Ali so much, nothing is ever going to change that. I don’t care that you’re weird, messy and gross; that’s part of being human. The messy biology stuff is just part of the journey.” She begins to stroke Alex’s hair and begins to apply more pressure as the belly rub turns into a massage. “Everyone has to poop, there are no toilets so you’re going to shit yourself while wearing a diaper…. And that’s okay! I’m not going to love or think any less of you because you’re a twenty something who shit a diaper. I love you Ali and nothing can change that. I want you to be healthy and holding it in for four or five days isn’t healthy, so I want you to do a me a favor and fill that diaper. Can you do that for me Ali? Make a nice big mess in your diaper? Your safe, your loved, no body’s going to judge you. Go ahead and mess yourself for me Ali!"
And with that Alex let’s go. A low groan escapes her as she let’s out several loud wet farts and a massive log slides out of her and up between her legs as the diaper blocks its escape. “Riley….” her face red and her voice soft but cracking with emotion “I just pooped my diaper.” Her voice rises as tears begin to stream down her face “I’m a grown ass woman and I just shit myself!” and as she says this her bladder and bowels release simultaneously her diaper becomes bloated as several large logs fill it smushing together. “It’s okay, I love you Ali, you did good and messed your diaper just like you were supposed to. “But…. I like it… it feels good… you’re not supposed to like messing your pants!” “Who the fucks says!!? After holding it in for several days taking a big dump can feel amazing so of course it feels great!” Alex begins to laugh uncontrollably as she fills her diaper. “You’re right this all so ridiculous, the situation, the hangs up I’m stuck with… So, fuck it!! I’m just going to enjoy the ride.” She says with a giant grin. Riley continues to hold a laughing and crying Alex as she finishes filling her diaper. |
“Okay so let’s get you out of those spent undies and before we have a nice hot shower.” “By the way how did you manage that?” Alex asked genuinely puzzled. “Your uncle has a lot of tools in the utility room, I mean like holy shit there was even gas welding gear! Since the bathrooms going to need major work any ways I decided that I might as well take the liberty of cutting into the hot water line and installing a new valve. All you have to do is pull a cord and it works mostly like a shower, only with somewhat less control.” “Shit Riley, when we get a house were never gonna need a repair man are we?” “Nope.” Riley says grinning. And with that she gloves up and gets to work on Alex.
She peels back the tabs and opens Alex’s diaper and is greeted by a rather strong smell “Woof!” “That bad?” “Let me put it this way… You’re covered in shit from ass to crotch.” Riley says with a teasing grin. “And I bet that turns you on you dirty perv!” Alex says as she sticks her tongue out. “I mean I’m not crazy about the shit but, I’d put up with any amount for a chance to feel that cute ass up.” Riley has a hungry wolfish smile on her. Alex’s face has almost permanently taken on the cast of a tomato by this point. Riley gets to work using her gloved hands to scoop the still solid chunks onto the diaper before swapping for a fresh pair and then using a dozen or so wet wipes to get the worst off; being careful not to get any inside Alex’s vagina. “Okay let’s hit the shower!” Riley dumps the used diaper and supplies into the trash before tearing her own off tossing it in. The naked girls then walk to bathroom to finish getting cleaned up.
The store bathroom is quite nice and is the only unisex multiple occupancy in the county. It is done in vaguely art deco style with all the stalls being essentially small closets with a toilet inside except for the handicap stall which is a small room in its own right. There are four urinals with plastic patterned curtains that can be drawn completely around them. Spoiling the effect is the obvious water damage and missing ceiling tiles exposing bits of the building guts. Above a drain in the middle of the floor is a long cord that leads to a complicated looking bit of MacGyveresque plumbing. “So, we stand under this?” Alex looks very uncertain about the whole thing. “Yep. Don’t worry I tested the water temp it’s safe.” Riley pulls the cord and warm water shoots down like a fountain hitting the girls full force and causing Alex to let out a surprised yelp. After taking a moment to adjust the hot shower feels great and the girls get to work washing each other’s hair making contend noises as they enjoy the simple platonic pleasure, this ancient form of primate bonding brings.
After rinsing out their hair Alex takes a step back and spreads her legs wide, a mischievous grin on her face. “I’ve got to pee.” Alex then starts to release her own flood some of it spattering onto her thighs but most of it hits the floor before being carried down the drain. Watching her love peeing freely causing something inside of Riley to stir that she can’t explain. Her lips and nipples are swollen, and her sex feels hot. She walks up to Alex and grabs her crotch in mid-pee, feeling the hot liquid coating her hand as she shoves two fingers into her lover. “Yeahhh shit, Riley what are you doing? Not that I’m complaining that feels great but…” “I have no fucking clue!” And with that Riley pulls Alex in for a long passionate kiss pulling them both down to their knees. She then pulls Alex on top of her breaking the kiss as her groin and Alex’s meet. Alex still peeing forcefully hits Riley’s sensitive lips full on. “Ayeeehhhh!!! Oh shifuck, That’s what I want! I want your hot piss my pussy Ali! Mark it and make it yours!” A shift in position causes the stream to hit Riley’s rock hard clit. “Oh fucccccckkkkk!!! Riley launches into the stratosphere humping her sex wildly against her lovers which causes Alex to blast off in turn and make some extremely loud and down right pornographic moans.
After a minute of panting exhaustion Alex asks the question. “So what was that about? Again not complaining; that was some seriously amazing hot shit! Just… curious.” Riley takes a minute to think. “I guess I was thinking about how nice the warmth from peeing my special panties felt and how it was actually strangely arousing just from a tactile perspective. Then I saw you cut loose and you looked so paradoxically vulnerable and confident at the same time. It was so hot and intimate, and I just wanted you so badly. And then as you peed on me, there was this feeling of taboo naughty sexy mixed with physical sensation and the knowledge that this was something that came from inside my girl, a piece of her vital fluid raining on and getting inside of my most intimate area…. I don’t know it was a lot of things at once…..” Riley trails off looking up at Alex sheepishly. “I love you” Alex leans in to kiss Riley slowly and tenderly as the girls bathe in both the warm waters and the after glow...... |
Okay Bellona is a Goddess of War and one of the few warrior types in Smite I can play decently. So I figured, why the hell not write a fiction involving the hot warrior. xD
Waking up in her soft bed, sheets of Egyptian silk and blankets of the finest wool in the Roman Empire. Bellona rolled over and looked towards the sky, the sunlight pulsing through her thin blinds. Removing the covers she yawned and stretched before standing up to go to the balcony. She looked over Constantinople The heart of her empire. The city that was dedicated to war, dedicated to her. Within the city's massive walls were legions of armed soldiers ready to defend or attack at her command.
*Knock knock knock* "My'lady are you proper" Said her servant through the door. "I have your attire for the day, you have a lot to do and so little time."
She ignored him, SHE was a goddess, SHE listened to no mortal, even Ares, in all his arrogance; would never dare to challenge her. "Let the emperor take care of it I'm taking the day off!" She replied sharply. "Yes, my'lady of course. I will inform Nero of your decision right away." He said with a hint of worry in his voice. Of all the rulers the gods agreed on to be emperor of the Roman Empire Nero was; by far the most insane and blood thirsty of them all. While Rome was being pillaged and burned to the ground he sat on his balcony and played a violin. "Fucking madman."She sighed to herself.
She knew the Romans didn't have the same savagery as the Germanic people did. They killed because they got pleasure from it. Romans killed as a sign of strength and loyalty to the crown.
She changed into her typical battle uniform and grabbed her magical blade, Sanguis(1), was the blade's name. A name fitting for it, for the blade is often covered in the blood of her enemies and it absorbed it. Growing more powerful with each slain opponent. She grabbed a yellow vial left by the servant. "Odd, I thought i requested a health potion for my sore back. Why is it yellow" She thought to herself. Shrugging it off and chugging the potion she took a seat on her balcony and watched the city. This was her pass time in times of peace. The mental training of observing every little detail the city had to offer.*haha!* shrieked the trickster god as her appeared beside her.
"Loki? What are you doing here, you know Norse gods are not allowed in Roman Territory?" She asked. But the young god ignored her and sat beside her. pouring himself some tea, and sipping it slowly."My, sweet Bellona. Such fire in your spirit. An inferno of power and anger. Can't a man wander the mortal realm and enjoy the sights with his favorite Goddess of War?" He asked her with a mischievous smile.
Bellona felt her bladder beginning to fill up to the point of irritation, normally she would just go use the restroom. But, not with Loki here she couldn't trust him. Loki looked at her "Did I ever tell you about the time I had Thor put on a dress? He looked absolutely FABULOUS!!!" He said with a straight face. Bellona couldn't believe her eyes as he pulled out a photo of said event. She couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Noble Thor, in a scandalous dress. Odin had to be so proud of him!
While she laughed she felt a hot jet of urine shoot into her panties and she breathed in sharply, grabbing herself to stop the flood. Loki didn't seem to notice. He stood up leaning over the edge of the balcony he asked her. "Have you ever thought, what would happen if you dropped a coin from this height and hit someone? I've only been here for 10 minutes and I am already dying to know." He said with a devious look. "There is a coin in my dresser if u really wanna know" She said sharply. "My lovely goddess, I would never go through a woman's stuff... Could you get it" Loki said with a playful smile.
Bellona flashed a look of fear for a second. She wouldn't mind wetting herself in battle. But, right here. In front of Loki. The thought alone was enough to make her blush. She sighed and stood up slowly walking towards the dresser bending over to try to find the coin in the bottom self. Thats when her bladder gave way. The pressure caused from her bending over was too much and hot urine flowed freely into her panties.
"NO NO NOO!" She shrieked and Loki smiled as he watched her grab herself and close her legs, but it was futile the urine was staining her leather armor a darker color and pooling of the floor around her. Filling up her boot, soaking her crotch, her butt, and her hands. She pee'd for a solid minute straight, When she finished she looked up. Loki was gone.
(In the servants quarters)
"My boy, Loki said enthusiastically as he approached Bellona's servant. "L-Lord Loki, I d-did what you asked." He stammered. "Yes I know, Bellona put on quiet the erotic show, wetting herself like a child. I will for all eternity cherish this memory. Now as I promised." Loki handed the young boy a potion. This potion will cure your sisters blindness. Now go, give it to her. She will be so happy to see for the first time." Loki said with a bow before vanishing. "T-t-thank you... Lord Loki" The young servant whispered softly. He began to run home. prepared to give his sister the best gift her could possibly give her. The ability to see.
(1) Sanguis- blood in latin
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This is my first (completed) attempt at an omo-themed story and my first DBZ fanfic. Inspired by my personal headcannon that Videl pees her pants when in stressful/dangerous situations (which is the main reason she wears black shorts).
Slight mention of messing but nothing explicit.
“I’m in position.” Videl whispered into the radio clipped to her ear. “How many are in the bank?”
After a brief hiss of static, a male voice crackled over the line. “Reports say four captors and eight hostages. All on the first floor, in the main lobby.”
“How are the captors armed?”
“Looks like they are armed with one shot gun, one rifle, either semi or fully automatic and two pistols.”
“Right. Moving to the lobby now.”
After taking a deep, steadying breath Videl crept silently out of the maintenance closet she had used to make her entrance to the bank and started making her way to the main lobby. Soon she reached a corner and could hear the steady thump of heavy boots pacing across tile mixed in with faint whimpering and sniffles and was struck with a strong urge to pee. She grimaced at the sudden, yet not unexpected, fullness of her bladder. Stressful situations, particularly anything dealing with her police work, made her need to pee. She would have to finish with the bank robbers quickly if she wanted to avoid peeing in her pants. Again.
Once at the corner she peeked around and quickly scanned the lobby to verify the locations of both the captors and the hostages. The hostages were along the far wall, kneeling with their hands behind their heads. Two of the captors, rifle and pistol one, were in front of the hostages talking in low voices. Shotgun was pacing across the lobby floor halfway between the corner and the hostages and pistol two was leaning against the wall just a few feet away from her, facing the hostages and smoking a cigarette. Videl squeezed her thighs together briefly, fighting off the strengthening urge to pee, then surged into motion. She darted forward and slammed her elbow into Cigarette’s temple. The man staggered and, with a gurgling moan, crumpled to the floor in a senseless heap.
Videl stepped over the unconscious man, pausing briefly to kick his gun away, and charged toward the shotgun wielding bank robber. She was fifteen feet away from him when he turned and raised his weapon. Her bladder spasmed at the sight of the gapping blackness of the gun barrel pointing at her, a brief spurt of near scalding hot urine dampening her panties. She regained control before too much damage had been done and, still running, dropped to her knees to slide across the smooth tiled floor. Once under the barrel of the shotgun she surged to her feet and shoved the weapon upwards, where it discharged harmlessly into the ceiling, and used her free hand to punch the man in the stomach with all the force she could muster. The robber let out an explosive grunt as he folded around Videl’s fist, his still smoking shotgun clattering loudly to the floor.
Across the lobby Videl saw both the remining robbers turn their guns toward her and instinctively dropped into a crouch to avoid a burst of gunfire. With bullets hissing over her head a jet of fresh pee soaked her panties and quickly spread to the seat of her pants. Through sheer force of will Videl was able to regain control of her bladder after a handful of seconds then snatched up the discarded shotgun and flung it end-over-end at the gunmen. As soon as the gun left her hand Videl leapt to her feet and sprinted after it.
Rifle flinched away from the spinning shotgun and accidentally smashed the barrel of his weapon into his companion’s face. The pistol wielder dropped to his knees, blood spurting between his fingers as he clutched his shattered nose. Before Rifle had a chance to bring his weapon back around Videl drove her shoulder into his chest at full speed, knocking him off his feet. The jarring impact of her tackle loosed another spurt of pee into her already wet panties. Videl stepped over Rifle, who was unconscious after his fall, and knocked the last gunman out with a boot to the forehead.
“Lobby secured, captors are down.” Videl announced into her radio. She turned to face the hostages.
The bank manager, a slightly overweight bald man, climbed to his feet and walked over to Videl. As the man approached her Videl noticed a dark wet stain running down the left leg of his light gray trousers. “Thank you for saving us, Miss Videl. You dealt with those brigands quite handily.”
Videl blushed slightly at the heartfelt praise. “It’s no problem, sir. Just doing what I can to help.”
The doors to the lobby swung open and a dozen police officers rushed in. A pair of officers hurried over to each of the unconscious bank robbers. In short order they had them handcuffed and were dragging them away. The remaining four officers made their way over to the hostages.
As Videl helped a dark-haired woman and her young son to their feet she noticed a distinct odor. “Ma’am, the police will show you where you can get him cleaned up.”
“It wasn’t me! I didn’t poop my pants!” The little boy said defiantly. “It was mommy!”
The woman blushed furiously and ducked her head as she awkwardly shuffled past Videl with a muttered ‘Thank you’. Videl felt a stab of sympathy for the woman, distinctly remembering the shame and discomfort she had felt the few times that she had soiled herself in fear.
Videl turned to face a young blonde woman wearing blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. Her breath hitched, and she felt her heart skip a beat as Erasa to the blonde’s place in her mind’s eye. A new warmth began to pool in her lower belly while her nipples hardened. Her palms were suddenly sweaty and her mouth dry. Spurred on by half-remembered erotic dreams and idle fantasies Videl suddenly wanted to kiss the blonde/Erasa. She swallowed several times then licked her lips. “You can get up now. You’re safe”
“I can’t. I can’t hold it.” The blonde whimpered, her sea-foam green eyes spilling over with tears. A rapidly expanding puddle bloomed under her, accompanied by a faint hissing sound.
‘She’s peeing.’ As soon as Videl realized what was happening she felt her own bladder release, the sight of the blonde helplessly wetting herself proving too much to bear. The sensation of liquid warmth bathing her groin and cascading down her thighs mixed with the relief of pressure in her bladder and added to her arousal combined into near orgasmic pleasure that burned away any hint of shame or embarrassment. Videl instinctively jammed her hands between her thighs to try and stem the flow of urine. Pressing her hands against her crotch added just enough friction to push Videl over the knife’s edge of sexual release.
The most powerful orgasm Videl had ever felt surged through her body. Videl tilted her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as she groaned loudly and dropped to her knees. She lost track of how long she knelt there trembling in ecstasy, it could have been seconds or hours. When her limbs finally stopped shaking, Videl opened her eyes. The blonde was staring at her, blushing furiously.
“I couldn’t hold it either.” Videl whispered, feeling heat creep into her own cheeks. She glanced down and noticed that she and the blonde had peed so much that their puddles had combined and bushed harder. The realization that she had just orgasmed in front of a total stranger while half-fantasizing about her best friend hit Videl and her blush intensified. She lurched to her feet and, avoiding further eye contact with the blonde, set out for the exit at a brisk walk. |
Hey all, I recently watched Thor: Ragnarok and couldn't help but compare the Valkyrie to all the Valkyrie-esque stories here, especially by people like LivingInfinite. It was rather uncomfortable to spend the theatre thinking about Tessa Thompson having accidents while I was next to my date! Anyway, since Tessa Thompson is also a big crush of mine, I thought I'd try to write something following her character. If you want to get a sense of her two outfits in the movie
I'm going to write this in multiple chapters, though I've got some free time right now and might try to crank out multiple chapters tonight. There's a finite end - by the end of the movie, but there is room for flashback as well.
Chapter 1: Capturing the Hulk
Scrapper 142 sat in her ship, waiting to see the fight. Both competitors were her captures - one, Thor, God of Thunder, and the other, the Hulk: her biggest prize and reigning champion. She was intrigued because Thor was the first person who might be able to put up a fight. It was a long time since she had seen an Asgardian in combat (besides herself). The sight of another Asgardian brought up unwanted memories, and their earlier conversation where he recognized her as a Valkyrie, Asgard's elite female warriors, did not help. He pleaded for her help, but didn't he understand she was on this godforsaken rock to forget? She opened her bottle of alcohol and took a pull. There was so much death, destruction, lost friends she was trying to drown out. There were also her many accidents... She took another pull.
The fight was a good one - evenly matched, at least until the Grandmaster used the Control Disk to paralyze Thor and ensure his champion's victory. She winced as she saw the Hulk's winning punch. She remembered capturing the Hulk vividly. It wasn't an easy one, that's for sure.
It happened in a time where she had gone quite the stretch without a bounty. Her credits were running low; she blew through money at an astonishingly fast pace, in large part due to her constant drinking. She NEEDED to get a fighter for the Grandmaster to keep his favor and keep the money rolling in. She had seen a ship drop out of a portal and immediately chased it to its crash site.
When she arrived, she came across a scene of destruction rarely seen on Sakaar, even with its lawlessness. It was hard to tell what debris was thrown around and what was where it originally landed, but the bodies of dozens of scrappers and blood splattered across the ground highlighted how much was displaced. Amidst the dust and death, a giant green monster stood, shouting at his most recent victim. Scrapper 142 felt her bladder press down, a common feeling for someone who drank so much, and it wasn't helped by the twinge of fear at the sight. The last time she had seen such devastation didn't end well. She crossed her legs as she debated how to proceed.
Within a few seconds, however, Topaz arrived in her ship. Usually, Topaz didn't leave the Grandmaster's side, but the commotion must have been so obvious that he sent her to investigate. There was no way she was letting Topaz, who hated her guts, score the capture. Topaz was already getting paid as a bodyguard. She heard Topaz's message through the intercom: "Stay back. He's mine."
"Like hell," Scrapper 142 muttered. She grabbed a Control Disk and lept off her ship, landing behind the green monster. She swayed dangerously, her balance thrown off by her drinking. The awkward landing got its attention and it turned to face her. The sight escalated her fear, and she couldn't help but feel a trickle leak out of her. She cursed at herself - she was a legendary Valkyrie, goddamnit! - and she ran at the monster. It reared its arm back, but she managed to slap a disk onto its neck before he struck. She landed past him, another trickle warming her crotch upon landing, and turned around to activate it. Instead, she was greeted by a solid punch to her gut, the fist the size of her torso. She flew back a couple dozen feet and momentarily blacked out, her last thought her realizing she was pissing freely. When she came to, she realized she had shit herself as well. She didn't even feel the need to go, but a punch to the gut must have made that happen. The lump pushed back the leather material, creating a bulge she hoped her cape covered. The piss didn't go through her leather pants, instead pooling inside her boots. She felt them squelch as she got up. A green blur came at her and she instinctively pressed the button to activate the disk, praying it was strong enough to contain this monster. To her relief, it froze stiff as a board, its momentum causing it to slide across the dirt and come to a stop at her feet.
She looked up and Topaz was sneering back down at her. "Alright, you get this one, but I'll make sure the Grandmaster knows you shit yourself in the process."
Scrapper 142's ears burned in embarrassment. Wordlessly, she threw the Hulk into her ship and ran in, ignoring the warm load in her seat. She had to beat Topaz back to the Grandmaster. She started up the engines and chased after Topaz's ship. When she was sure the ship was going in the right direction, she ran to the bathroom and dumped her boots out. The leather meant none of the urine leaked through, and while the inside of her pants were clearly wet, it was hard to tell from the outside. She had no time to change anyway and frankly, this was her usual outfit for the public. She deftly pulled down her pants and underwear, an orange-sized brown mound inside. She dumped it out and pulled her pants back up, grimacing at the feel of her dirty ass.
She ran back to the pilot's seat and breathed a sigh of relief - she was still right behind Topaz. She sat down, grimacing again at the feel, and gunned it.
She had spent hundreds of years modding this ship, and it was definitely faster than Topaz's. She easily overtook the bodyguard and prepared the Hulk for the Grandmaster. By the time Topaz arrived, the Grandmaster was already congratulating her. He smiled at the sight of her bodyguard. "Ah, Topaz, glad you could join us. It seems Scrapper 142 beat you to the punch! Please transfer 15 million credits to her. Topaz balked, but she did as she was told. To pass the time, the Grandmaster asked, "Say, Topaz, what does this fighter smell like?" Topaz looked straight at Scrapper 142 and said, "Piss and shit." The Grandmaster coughed. "Wow, that's a bit of foul language there. Very coarse, even for you. Can't expect a monster like this to smell great, though." She sneered again at Scrapper 142 and said, "You sure SHE didn't have any accidents?" The Grandmaster glanced over. "Of course not, look at her! She doesn't have a scratch on her. She is the best."
Scrapper 142, shifted uncomfortably, but she had to put on a show. Despite how unsexy she felt, she winked flirtatiously at the Grandmaster, knowing he would swoon for her. After the credits were transferred, she quickly rushed out of the room to clean herself up.
Back in the present, Scrapper 142 felt a dribble of urine at the traumatic memory and quickly got her ship out of the arena so she could head to the bathroom once more. |
Chapter 2: Loki and the Past
Thor and the Hulk had escaped. She had come to the Hulk's room to take him training; after a while of using the Control Disk to get him to obey, he had actually begun to rely on her as a friend and trainer, though she always remembered to use the bathroom before sessions. She had even removed the Disk from him to further that trust. However, this time, Thor tricked her into getting the device controlling his Disk and they had made their escape.
The Grandmaster had tasked her and Loki to compete on capturing. As they walked out, she fumed at the thought of having to recapture both of them AND keep Loki at bay. Here she was, avoiding her problems, and two gods, brothers to her worst nightmare, the God of Death, were in the way.
Loki chided her as they left the Grandmaster. "What have you done?"
She flippantly responded, "I don't answer to you, Lucky."
He stopped and grabbed her wrist. "It's Loki. And you will answer to the Grandmaster."
She responded with a flurry of attacks, a couple he countered before she easily punched him in the face. To be honest, she just wanted him away so she could get to the ship and use the bathroom. He quickly regrouped and pulled out a knife. "Why would you help my brother to escape?"
She pulled out her own knife. "I don't help anyone."
They began to spar, trading but always countering each others' attacks. At one point he saw her outstretched wrist and said, astonished, "You're a Valkyrie!"
Scrapper 142 groaned internally. Yet another Asgardian discovering her identity. She made sure to redouble her efforts, ending with another punch and then a kick to send him onto his butt and against the wall. He, however, mocked her. "I thought the Valkyries had all died gruesome deaths."
Enraged, Scrapper 142 pinned Loki down and snarled, "Choose your next words wisely."
Loki sarcastically responded, "I'm terribly sorry. Must be a very painful memory."
He grabbed her head and she relived her worst nightmare...
It was her and her hundreds of comrades marching through the sky, flying on their winged horses, their Valkyrior Steeds. They were battle hardened, the best of the best, Odin's personal special forces... they were the Valkyries. They thundered down at one individual, Hela, Odin's daughter, Goddess of Death. Scrapper 142, then known as Brunnhilde, drew her sword to prepare the attack. She was dressed in all white armor, plate and chain mail, instead of her brown leather of Sakaar. Hela responded in kind, making thousands of swords appear out of thin air and fly straight at her and the Valkyries. Her steed was pierced dozens of times and she slipped off, falling to the ground, her comrades and their steed falling all around her. Fear seized her as she realized they would be decimated without landing a single blow. Odin sent her and her fellow Valkyries to their deaths just to settle a family dispute. Her bladder involuntarily squeezed as piss pooled in her white armor. It flowed right through her panties and then through her chain mail, meaning she landed in her own puddle. Around her, the smell of death permeated, along with a heavy smell of shit, from both living and dead. She got up and raised her sword, preparing the charge on foot with the remaining Valkyries. As she approached, Hela summoned a specific sword just for her. Brunnhilde raised her sword, but froze in fright as she felt her bowels push down. The Valkyrie next to her pushed Brunnhilde out of the way as the sword pierced her savior's chest. Brunnhilde felt the familiar feeling of shit flowing out and pushing against her armor, ashamed at her fear and her weakness, guilt at the death around her, and hatred at Hela and the Asgardian rulers. The armor was rigid and didn't allow any sort of bulge, but she felt it more acutely than her body's pain or the sensation of falling as she fell away from the battlefield. She could hear her own squelches and farts over the din of the battle. The last sight before she lost consciousness Hela sneering at her, untouched. Brunnhilde's last thought before passing through an unseen portal to another world was jealousy at Hela's clearly unstained outfit.
Scrapper 142 suddenly jerked back to the present day, the momentum of falling away from Loki turning her over onto her stomach. The fear of that memory lingered, causing her bowels to move down. That memory always caused her to shit herself, and that was why she drank. If she didn't drink before she slept, she would dream that moment, and without fail she would wake up with a soggy and smelly bed.
She realized that a turd was snaking its way out of her anus and into her pants with her ass facing Loki. In milliseconds, a clear bulge would appear and Loki would not only read her memory of messing herself, but witness an accident too. She quickly kicked him back down, the sound of his falling masking the sound of a particularly juicy fart, before she straddled him to pin him down and punched him unconscious, ignoring the fact that she was pooping directly onto his stomach. She felt her bladder let go as well, and she got up and off of him so she wouldn't cover his clothes in piss, quickly carrying him to her ship so she could tie him up and clean up before he came to and realized what she had done. She cursed herself for having yet another accident, but she felt lucky in getting away with it yet again.
She had to clean up fast and then find Thor. Reliving the memory, however unpleasant, reminded her that she had a score to settle with Hela. Maybe, with Thor, she could succeed in taking him down. And in the back of her head, she thought, "Maybe I can see Hela shit herself, too."
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Chapter 3: Escape off Sakaar
The Valkyrie had just dropped Bruce Banner off with Thor in the Commodore. They had created a diversion by kickstarting a revolution among the locals, but Topaz was still hot on their tails. The Commodore was no help, since it had no weapons and was used for... well, the Grandmaster's orgies.
Topaz fired another series of shots, this one disabling one of the engines. Brunnhilde quickly saw that the ship was toast and, without pause and, for the first time in a long time, without fear, leapt out of the ship as it exploded. She timed it perfectly, grabbing onto the Commodore's side. Thor shouted, "Get inside!"
Brunnhilde looked back and saw five ships chasing them. She responded, "In a minute!"
Brunnhilde leapt off, landing on another ship and piercing its fuel tank before leaping onto another. She couldn't help but think that she was in total control, both of her fighting and her bodily functions, and that confidence drove her to her fighting best. Thor leapt into battle with her, and they took down the ships with ease. They jumped back into the Commodore, Brunnhilde giving Thor a confident smirk. She had taken down three spaceships in midair with a simple sword and she didn't have a single leak or a single gassy fart... maybe they had a shot against Hela after all.
They quickly shot through the wormhole, nicknamed Devil's Anus. The g-forces were immense and the ship barely held... Brunnhilde struggled to stay conscious. She was afraid of what her body would do if she lost consciousness. Blackness crept into the corners of her eyes, though, and she slowly blacked out.
Her unconscious mind took her to memories of one of her lowest moments. It was early in her career, much before Hela was an enemy. In fact, Hela was standing next to Odin, his commander and executioner, as Odin briefed them on their mission. Brunnhilde stood in front of her Valkyrior, newly recognized as their commander. She hoped the Valkyrie next to her, a tall and brawny blonde named Hildegarde, was paying attention, though, because she was concentrating intensely on not having an accident.
Brunnhilde, like most of the Valkyrie, had plenty of accidents on the battlefield, so there was no shame of it in their ranks. Off the battlefield, though... Brunnhilde had yet to see a Valkyrie soil herself like she felt she was going to. She had celebrated long and hard last night, eating and drinking heavily, due to a previously victorious battle. She had awoken much later than intended and had to quickly dress herself in her armor to lead her troops to the palace and report to Odin. In all the hurry, she hadn't had a chance to use the bathroom, and last night's feast already worked through her body. She shifted uncomfortably as Odin went on about which of the nine worlds this enemy was located on. Her buttcheeks were tightly clenched and she was grateful that wouldn't be visible through her cape and armor. As she clenched her ass, she felt her bladder squeeze, but as she subtly knocked her knees together, she felt her bowels push. She could not hold both ends off for much longer...
Odin finished speaking and looked at her expectantly. She had heard nothing he had said and the moment of panic caused a quick one second squirt, warming her crotch and her white panties that matched her white armor. She stuttered, "Y-yes, sir," hoping that would make sense. He seemed satisfied with that, so she backed away from Odin and turned to dismiss her troops. Odin called out, "Oh, one more thing."
Brunnhilde froze and turned, trying to appear calm. A small trickle started, and she knew her underwear would hold back no more. Odin cleared his throat. "Excellent job on the last mission. I'm glad leadership suits you so well."
Brunnhilde would be honored, but she just needed to get out of there. She bowed, feeling the piss trickle down her thighs. "Thank you, your highness."
As she bowed, se felt her anus open up and the first turd push through. As she jerked back up, she felt it push back against her underwear and stop. Her peeing accelerated, two or three splotches landing on the floor. She glanced around and to her relief, Odin and his palace guards weren't even looking at her. She looked to Odin's right, though, and saw Hela stare right at her. She glanced down at the floor and smirked. Blushing bright red, Brunnhilde turned around and marched out, squeezing herself shut and keeping the piss down to a slow trickle down her legs.
She left the palace and made a beeline to the bathroom. However, she smacked right into Hildegarde. Hildegarde towered over her, but Brunnhilde was the commander. "M'am, are you alright? You seemed uncomfortable in that briefing."
Brunnhilde gasped, "I'm fine. Just hungover from last night."
Hildegarde chuckled. "Me too. All that mead made everything work its way through quickly... I'm actually just on my way to the restroom. I'll see you back at the barracks!"
Brunnhilde stood there, stunned. Hildegarde took the single room restroom in front of her and Brunnhilde couldn't do anything except feel more liquid trickle down her thighs. She jumped into action and made her way to her barracks where she had her own bathroom. As she marched down the public streets, she hoped no one could see the liquid glistening along the chain mail along her thighs. She was freely peeing as she went, now, focused on holding back her bowels. She was leaving behind puddles on the ground, but she hoped no one would notice in the crowd.
By the time she got to her barracks, her bladder was empty, but her bowels were still pushing down. She groaned as she leaned against the door and the first turd, halfway out already, just slipped right into her underwear. It was followed by a tremendous, loud, and wet fart. She quickly slipped through the door and headed to her room before round two attacked. She was stopped again, though, by Hildegarde's sister, Krista. Krista asked, "Have you seen my sister? I seemed to have lost her since the meeting."
Brunnhilde winced as she felt a second turd descend. "She --aahh-- stopped in the restroom on her way. I'm --oof-- sure she'll be here soon." Brunnhilde felt the second shit push through, trying her best to talk normally as she actively shit herself further. Krista looked at her, concerned at her distractedness, but thought not to press it. "Thank you, commander."
Brunnhilde continued to her room, bowels overloading her panties. A wetter mess followed that turd, a product of her heavy drinking, and a the aroma of shit surrounded her. She quickly burst into her bathroom and locked the door as the rest just dropped out of her, overflowing her now destroyed panties and staining her chain mail, dropping bits of shit onto the ground. She groaned at the thought of cleanup, then slowly began the process of taking her armor off.
At the present day, Brunnhilde came to with a start and quickly realized they made it through to the other side. She also noticed that she didn't piss or shit herself, despite her memories. She took solace in that as she realized they had now arrived in Asgard. |
Chapter 4: The Final Fight
The Valkyrie, Bruce Banner, and Thor. Together, they had their desperate plan in place. Brunnhilde would drop Thor off at the palace to draw Hela away while she and Bruce helped Heimdall evacuate the Asgardians off-planet.
Brunnhilde landed the Commodore and Thor handed her a turret he had "commandeered" earlier. "Here. Now this ship has a gun," he joked.
The Valkyrie smiled back. "I'll take it from here."
Thor pulled something white and blue out. "I found... uh... this. In the armory."
He handed it to Brunnhilde. It was her old uniform and armor. She felt a rush of emotions. Honor and pride to be a Valkyrie. Determination to succeed. Mourning at her lost comrades. And most of all... embarrassment. The uniform was great at giving the veneer of demigod, but the inside had been stained time and time again... she hoped he hadn't noticed. She looked back at him, expecting the worst. All Thor did, though, was smile and say, "Good luck."
She felt that lack of acknowledgement was a tacit sign of respect. She stood up suddenly. "Your majesty... don't die." Thor smiled faintly at the backhanded wish. Brunnhilde followed up, "You know what I mean."
Then, Bruce took the ship up and away.
Brunnhilde went into the bathroom to change. She stripped off the leather armor, beaten up, recently cleaned, though probably still smelling faintly of her bodily functions if she really tried to take a whiff, and stood in the bathroom in just her (new and clean) white panties. She eyed the toilet, wondering if she should try to go before the big fight. Bruce spoke over the intercom system at that moment, though. "We'll be there soon, make sure to set the turret up."
So. No time. Brunnhilde donned her armor over her underwear as fast as she could and stepped out. Her blue cape flowing behind her, she felt more confident than she ever had in her career. They were going to save Asgard. With that determination, she strapped the turret up and made ready to rain hell.
The ship flew to the refugee Asgardians trying to cross the Bifrost. Dead in their tracks was the Fenris wolf, a giant undead wolf larger than their ship. It began its charge at the Asgardians, running down the bridge.
"Now!" She shouted at Bruce. They broke through the clouds and she opened fire, too high up for the wolf to attack. The refugees backed away from the wolf, but on the other side was Hela's undead soldiers. They were caught in-between.
Despite raining a torrent of bullets, the wolf was merely slowed, not stopped. The turret ran out of bullets and for the first time that night, she felt a bit of fear creep up. With it, she was made to notice her full bladder and bowels. She pushed that aside and turned to Bruce. "This stupid thing won't die!"
Much to Brunnhilde's confusion, the mild-mannered and small Bruce Banner saw the fear on her face and reassured her, "Everything's gonna be alright now. I got this. You wanted to know who I am?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You'll see!"
Bruce then jumped out the ship. A knot formed in the Valkyrie's gut, fearing for him. To her astonishment, though, after a gruesome landing... he rose as the Hulk. The Hulk grabbed the wolf and threw them both into the water below the bridge, taking that threat away from the refugees.
Brunnhilde was quickly distracted by the undead soldiers jumping on the ship. She quickly jumped on the controls and tried to save it, but the soldiers ripped off as many bits and pieces as they could. She struggled to control the ship and realized she'd have to put the ship down as soon as possible. She focused on avoiding the refugees, ignoring the split second squirt as she crashed through the pillars and another, longer squirt as she smashed into the Bifrost and came to a stop.
Brunnhilde scanned out the window, wondering if she could get to the refugees in time. Fortunately, at that moment, a huge ship cleared the sky. She saw Loki and rebels from Sakaar drop in, picking up the refugees and fighting off the closest undead soldiers. Moments after, a huge lightning bolt crashed into the palace. Brunnhilde cleared the last soldiers off the ship and smiled at the sight. That had to be Thor.
Her confidence was rewarded by Thor charging across the Bifrost, casting aside undead soldiers with ease. Now was the time to push from the opposite end, Brummhilde thought. She lept out of the ship and marched her way towards the undead soldiers on her side, the Commodore shooting off fireworks in a last hurrah.
Undead soldiers approached her, but she dispatched them with ease. Despite her full feeling bladder and bowels, she was more self-assured than ever. Despite being brought back by the darkest of magic by the most powerful of goddesses, they were no match for a Valkyrie, permanently drunk or not.
Soon, the refugees and Sakaarans were all evacuated on board the space ship. Bruunhilde approached Loki and Thor as they met in the middle, bantering. As the Valkyrie approached, she saw Thor had lost an eye. Loki noticed as well, bluntly stating, "You're missing an eye."
The Valkyrie had no time to react, though. She saw what was at the end of the road approaching. She sped past the two brothers and said, "This isn't over."
The three regrouped and approached Hela cautiously. Bruunhilde watched in disbelief as Hela seemed without a scratch, despite Thor unleashing his full powers on him. The fear caused another squirt and Bruunhilde could feel the soaked crotch of her panties rubbing against her. Thor, too, seemed surprised, though he put a better face on it. "I think we should disband the Revengers..." he joked.
Loki wasn't giving up. "Hit her with a lightning blast."
Thor bickered, "I just hit her with the biggest lightning blast in the history of lightning and it did nothing!"
Bruunhilde tried to act confident. "We just need to hold her off until everyone's on board."
Thor shook his head. "It won't end there. The longer Hela's on Asgard the stronger she grows. She'll hunt us down. We need to stop her here and now."
"So what do we do?"
Thor looked back and hardened his resolve. "Asgard's not a place, it's a people. Loki... this was never about stopping Ragnarok, this was about starting it. Surtur's crown, the vault! It's the only way."
Loki understood and rushed to the vault to revive Surtur to cause the destruction of Asgard and hopefully destroy Hela and her power. Thor and Bruunhilde just had to distract her long enough.
Hela was close enough that Bruunhilde could see her now. She seemed untouched, her spikey crown covering her head, a black cape billowing, her skintight black suit showing off her curves. However, she was close enough Bruunhilde could see a darker splotch of black on her crotch... Thor's lightning had made an impact. Hela was scared. This was winnable.
Thor turned to the Valkyrie. "Shall we?"
Bruunhilde half-smiled and half-grimaced. "After you."
Thor launched into an attack, the Valkyrie close behind. As Hela dodged another of Thor's attacks, Bruunhilde lunged in, slashing at Hela with her sword. Hela grabbed her arms, stopping her cold, and threw her across the bridge. Thor lept over her and began the attack anew. The Valkyrie laid face down a moment as a fart forced its way out and a two second squirt leaked into her panties. As she stood up, she felt it trickle down her thighs. As Thor threw Hela across the bridge, Bruunhilde swore she saw the splotch grow larger, and that strengthened her resolve. However, she could barely hold Hela off long enough before getting thrown across the bridge herself before Thor could recover. This stalemate continued as the refugees attempted to escape, the Valkyrie leaving droplets of urine every time she fell back down.
After yet another toss across the bridge, Bruunhilde could feel her bowels giving way. A turd made its way down and she felt every detail of her anus opening up. She quickly tried to put the disgusted feeling out of her mind and crawl towards her sword, knowing Hela was right behind. As she crawled, she could fear the poop gain further ground, too afraid to be able to stop it. She knew Hela could throw a sword into her at any moment. From behind, she heard Thor call out, distracting her. Bruunhilde took the opportunity to grab the sword, her shit stopping at her panties. She turned around to see what Thor was referencing. Surtur had been reborn, blowing up the palace and growing to many times larger than the largest building in Asgard. It glowed red like the devil, its crown like horns. Hela gasped in fear for the first time. "No!"
From behind, Bruunhilde leapt at Hela as she was distracted, stabbing her into the ground to pin her down. The real victory, though, was hearing the rude noises come out of Hela's bottom. She heard, more than saw, Hela finally shit herself, farting and squelching as she fell to the ground. Bruunhilde could only imagine that her skintight suit was being stretched, covered by her cape. Bruunhilde slid out of the way as Thor struck Hela with lightning, pushing her section of the bridge into the water.
Bruunhilde sighed in relief, her underwear only a slight mess in comparison. She saw the refugee ship fly away and looked to Thor. "The people are safe. That's all that matters."
Thor agreed. They needed Surtur to destroy Asgard, destroying Hela's power and killing her. Suddenly, a green blur flew past the Valkyrie, surprising her. Another second leak sprung out of her before she realized - it was the Hulk! Thor yelled, "No! You moron!"
The Hulk attacked Surtur's crown before Surtur picked him up and threw him back at Thor and Bruunhilde. After a brief and tense argument, Thor convinced the Hulk not to smash, for once. The Hulk sullenly agreed and ran at the two Asgardians. Bruunhilde, fearing the Hulk running at her, backpedaled, now peeing freely; she left a trail of urine on the Bifrost in front of her. The Hulk, though, merely grabbed the two Asgardians before leaping onto the leaving refugee ship, allowing them all to escape. As they landed, Bruunhilde sighed in relief. Her bladder was empty, her chain mail was wet, but no one would notice. She was uncomfortable with the fact that a turd was half-out, but with effort, she kept it from slipping out and took solace that Hela had a much worse accident this time.
From the ship, they saw Hela attempt one last rise against Surtur, who smashed the God of Death back into the ground, presumably killing her. As the ship flew further and further away, Surtur continued his rampage, eventually shattering Asgard into pieces. Bruunhilde couldn't comprehend all of her emotions as she stood by Thor. It was her home for so long, but one she was away from equally as long. It represented her friends; it represented her loss. Thor was even more burdened, as he now had to stand up as king of Asgardians, reduced from the most powerful peoples to refugees. The Valkyrie couldn't wax philosophical for too long, though. She felt the rest of her bowels cramping, knowing she was on borrowed time. Thor proceeded to find someone to help with an eye patch, and Bruunhilde took that as her excuse to find a toilet.
Bruunhilde couldn't be seen as a Valkyrie just asking for a bathroom. She quietly found a female Asgardian and asked, "Where are our common rooms?" The woman pointed her down the hallway, and Bruunhilde did her best to walk in a dignified fashion, knowing that her buttcheeks were pushed apart by shit in that moment. She hoped no one could smell it, though given the crowd, the sweat, and the aliens, she doubted she was making many waves there.
As she predicted, she found the common rooms and the bathrooms right by. She quickly entered and took a stall, thankful most people were outside watching the destruction of Asgard, not using the bathroom. She paused as she felt another cramp and she could feel her bowels descending. She was out of time! She had to undo all the armor plates covering and holding together her one piece mesh suit. As she did so, she felt the piece of poop stuck halfway in her continue its exit, pushing her panties back. She quickly undid her suit and shimmied out of the one piece, but it was too late - her panties showed a brown stain centered around an orange-sized bulge. She stood there, ceremonial armor at her feet, just in her panties, as the second act followed, preceded by several loud and wet farts. She just stood there, shocked at how close she was but still messing herself, as the bulge grew to the size of a grapefruit. She looked down and saw her crotch was also soaked and yellow, her white panties hiding nothing. She carefully lowered her underwear and dumped the contents as she let the rest out. She took off her underwear completely and threw it away, dabbing her armor dry. After cleaning herself up, a ritual she was now used to, she donned her armor sans underwear and realized that no one knew and she had gotten away with it. Cheered, she proceeded to leave the stall, ready to be the defender of Asgardians once more. |
Have you ever heard someone use the phrase "I'll eat my hat" to express extreme confidence in an outcome? My fiance Mary-Beth has a different saying for such an occasion, "I'll piss my britches." She's the only person I've ever heard say that, but then she grew up like five states away and says a heap of other weird things like "more than Carter’s got little pills", and "if the creek don't rise", so I guess it's probably a pretty normal thing to say somewhere. She uses it when she is absolutely certain that something isn't going to happen; "I'll piss my britches if your sister is on time for dinner", "I'll piss my britches if Comcast ever call me back like they promised." You get the drift.
A couple of weeks ago we were sitting down on the couch with a jumbo bag of potato chips and a couple of six-packs to watch a college football match between our respective Alma Maters. Neither of us care that much about football but it's a good excuse to drink at home. Beers with football, normal. Beers with a Stranger Things binge, not normal. Now my school is pretty garbage at football. They play in a major conference but they are really a basketball school. If they have a winning season and get invited to the Advocare V100 Texas bowl it's a banner year. This was not turning out to be a banner year. Mary-Beth's school on the other hand competes for national titles. It's not really a fair match-up. But I still made the effort to talk some smack. She was having none of it. "If your team wins I'll piss my britches." It's a pretty good saying for shutting me down.
It was a good game. My team hung tough and was only behind eleven points after three quarters and cruising to a respectable performance, but after an unlikely punt return and a series of unexpected catches they somehow scored twice and found themselves three ahead with five minutes left. I think everyone still expected Mary-Beth's team to march down the field and disappoint the gallant underdogs, but against the odds their drive stalled and a 51 yard field-goal attempt to send the game to extra-time faded wide right. Once again, I don't really care about football, but I figured now would be a good chance to tease my fiance about it.
"I guess you're going to have to pee yourself then." I said playfully.
"I'm going to have to what?" She was sure she hadn't heard me right.
"Well you said if my team won you were going to, and I quote, "piss my britches"."
She glared at me, "It wasn't a bet! It's a figure of speech. Something like "I'd be so surprised I'd piss my britches.""
"And were you so surprised that you pissed your britches?" I asked rhetorically with a meaningful stare at the clearly dry crotch of her faded old blue jeans.
"Well no. I don't actually do that."
"And have you ever seen anybody so surprised by an outcome that they wet themselves."
She seemed a little unsure of where I was going, "Well... no..."
"Because," I held up my hand and spoke like a television trial attorney giving closing arguments "I'm fairly sure no one has ever been so surprised by something that they wet themselves."
"We threw a surprise party for my aunt May when I was a girl and she was so surprised she made a big old puddle right there on her rug!" Mary-Beth said in triumph.
"Irrelevant!" I discarded her testimony with a shake of my head, "Aunt May was shocked by the unexpected cries of "surprise" from a house she believed vacant. It was not the surprise of her friends and relatives having a party in her honor that wrought that rug puddle."
Mary-Beth thought it over for a second. "Fine. I guess you're right. Maybe it is meant to be a bet."
"In which case." I held a finger aloft in triumph, "You have to pee your pants."
"Really? You really want me to pee my pants."
"Of course. A bet is a bet."
I did not, in fact, want her to pee her pants. I was just making fun of her weird nonsensical sayings. I do it all the time. She pretends to be annoyed.
She stood up suddenly and started to walk out of the room.
"Where are you going?" I asked in my normal voice, worried I'd gone too far and pissed her off.
"Well I'm not going to do it on the dang couch." She rolled her eyes at me and kept walking. I jumped up and followed her into the kitchen where she stood facing me in the center of the linoleum floor.
"I hope you know you're cleaning this up." She said coolly.
And before I could tell her to stop and that I was only joking a wet patch was rapidly growing on her jeans. She peed so hard and so fast her pee was forcing its way through the denim and falling in sheets down her legs and onto her bare feet and the lino.
"This feels so dang weird! I ain't pissed myself since I was three years old!"
I was speechless. When she was done she did a little pirouette on the spot, the back of her legs were as uniformly dark as the front. "There. I done pissed my britches!"
She undid her belt buckle and left her soaked jeans and panties on the floor. "You go on and clean up now, I'm having a shower." She said sweetly.
I did clean up. She showered. And we didn't bring it up again. She had certainly called my bluff.
That said I did expect her to stop using the phrase, or at least so cavalierly, but if anything she says it now more than ever. |
Just a few short stories I came up with based on characters from the Equestria Girls movies. Nothing special, and probably not my highest quality stories, but people don't seem as fussy about that here as they do on fimfiction.
Chapter 1: Rarity's Secret Wetting
Rarity was walking with her friends in the woods, at 10:00 in the morning, on a summer day. However, she could not shake the feeling that she had forgotten something today. She couldn't think of what. She had done her hair, put on her eyeliner and nail polish, and had her breakfast, with a cup of coffee, as well as a cup of tea.
After ten minutes of walking, admiring the scenery, and talking about their favorite subjects, Rarity suddenly remembered - she had not used the bathroom all day. So focused on everything else she hadn't even taken her morning pee.
But, she hadn't had that much to drink last night and was sure she could hold it. She was even able to hide any signs of discomfort.
About fifteen minutes later, Rarity started to become more uncomfortable.
"How much longer are we going to walk for?" said Rarity.
"To the other side of the forest and back," said Twilight Sparkle.
By the time they were backtracking, it had been forty minutes. They had often stopped whenever Fluttershy was looking at some sort of animal in there, or Twilight wanted to study something.
Rarity really needed to go now. Her coffee and tea had caught up to her and filled up her bladder even more.
"Uuuhhhhhh..." Rarity groaned, stopping walking to cross her legs.
"Are you all right Rarity?" said Sunset Shimmer.
"I... I need to use the bathroom," said Rarity.
"You should have gone before we came here," said Rainbow Dash.
"Are there any outhouses in this forest?"
"You'll either have to hold it or go behind a tree," said Twilight.
"I can hold it," said Rarity.
Ten minutes later she was even more desperate, sweating slightly from holding it in. How embarrassing it would be to pee in her dress in front of all her friends.
"I can't hold it anymore!" Rarity ran behind a tree. She squatted down, hiked up her skirt, and, rather than pull her purple panties down outside, started to pee through them. "Ahhhhhh..." she sighed as she soaked her underwear, feeling the immense relief and secretly liking the warm release. Her stream passed through her panties and dripped to the ground under her.
Once she finished peeing, she stood back up and rejoined the other girls. Her panties were soaking wet but her skirt and legs were dry.
"Feel better?" said Fluttershy.
"Much better," said Rarity. None of the others had any idea she had just peed in her panties. Except Applejack, she seemed to notice a smell, and Rarity blushed every time Applejack sniffed in Rarity's direction (she was standing right next to her), but Applejack didn't say anything, much to Rarity's relief.
Chapter 2: Pinkie Pie Warms Herself Up
It was winter, and Pinkie Pie was playing in the snow, because it had snowed a lot last night.
For no apparent reason other than she was Pinkie Pie, today she was dressed in her summer outfit - A white and pink T-shirt, and short, tight jean shorts. Fluttershy, who was walking in the neighborhood and dressed for winter, couldn't understand why, but she knew Pinkie always did weird things and thought it was a little funny.
It was cold, but Pinkie didn't mind at first, she was just having fun.
Then she cannonballed into a big pile of snow. When she came out, she was feeling extremely cold, and was shivering hard.
Suddenly, she felt she needed to pee really badly. This is what she got for drinking ten bottles of soda at once.
Her first instinct would be to go into her house and get to a bathroom. But, she was colder than she'd ever been in her life.
She signed in relief and satisfaction as she began peeing, soaking her jean shorts. The warmth felt so good on her crotch and her legs. She stopped shivering five seconds in.
Fluttershy was watching. "Oh my," she said, thinking Pinkie was accidentally peeing herself from the cold. After Pinkie finished peeing, Fluttershy took her into her house, and filled the bathtub with hot water. "Here's a bath for you."
Pinkie had been feeling a little chilly ever since she finished wetting herself, though nowhere near as cold as before. So she jumped into the tub without even undressing. Fluttershy was a little relieved at this, she would have been a little too embarrassed to see her naked.
Pinkie let out another sigh of satisfaction at the heat of the bath. "Maybe I should dress for winter next time."
"That would be wonderful," said Fluttershy.
Pinkie farted in the tub, and blushed lightly, but Fluttershy only giggled.
Chapter 3: Rainbow Snowpants
Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was racing Applejack downhill on skis. She was dressed for winter, with a dark blue winter coat and snowpants. Due to her athleticism she was wearing her usual black compression shorts under her snowpants.
"I win again!" said Rainbow Dash when she reached the bottom of the hill.
"One day I'm gonna win," said Applejack, who was wearing a red winter coat and jeans.
"Maybe if you have as many energy drinks as me."
"Ah did. Speakin' of which, ah have to go to the bathroom."
Once Applejack came out of the bathroom, Rainbow said "One more race!" She was feeling an urge to pee too, but was sure she could hold it for one more race. She was fast enough, after all.
"You're on," said Applejack.
However, the ski lift stalled on the way up.
"Oh come on!" said Rainbow Dash.
Half an hour went by. It wasn't too cold out, but Rainbow was uncomfortable for other reasons. She crossed her legs and fidgeted hard, the many energy drinks she had drank having gone through her. In this time she had jumped from a regular urge to pee, to being in desperate need for a bathroom.
"Hurry it up!" said Rainbow, fidgeting harder and holding herself. "I have to pee, REAL bad!"
"Ah'm sure they're doin' whatever they can to fix it," said Applejack.
Twenty minutes later, Rainbow was squirming harder, and crossing her legs tighter, feeling the pee sloshing around inside her. "Seriously! I REALLY need to go!"
"It shouldn't be much longer," said Applejack. "But think of how beautiful it's gonna be when the snow melts. There'll be water dripping off the trees, and puddles of water everywhere."
Rainbow Dash was feeling more uncomfortable, feeling as though the pressure in her bladder had just doubled.
"Streams of water, and the rushing sound of rivers, and waterfalls. And in spring, there's gonna be lots of rain. Thousands of raindrops pattering on every surface, and splashing into big puddles everywhere. Then the sound of Pinkie Pie splashing around in them as the rain soaks her through..."
"STOP!" said Rainbow, feeling a bit of pee leak into her shorts. "That's not funny!"
"You thought it was damn funny when you did it to me," said Applejack. "Thank heavens you were the only other one there, cause ah didn't make it, if you recall. Ah soaked mah jean shorts through, and waterfalls of pee were gushin' down mah legs. Even though it was a hot summer day ah still took half an hour to dry off. Though ah still smelled like pee until ah could get home, take a shower, and change. That shower was so darn sweet. The warm water washin' the pee smell off me and flowin' down the drain..."
Rainbow couldn't hold it any longer. She let out a whimper as she peed in her snowpants. Applejack could hear a loud hissing noise and grinned smugly. Rainbow blushed with embarrassment as her shorts became drenched, and the inside of her snowpants became saturated with pee. She peed so hard and so long that soon a wet spot appeared on the crotch of her snowpants, and a puddle grew under her butt.
"Now we're even," said Applejack.
Rainbow Dash was still peeing when the lift started up again.
"Oh come on!" she said.
She finished wetting herself just before they reached the top, and she easily won her last race against Applejack.
"Good game," said Applejack, holding out her hand and not wanting to be too hard on her.
Rainbow hesitated, and shook Applejack's hand. Who was she to hold a grudge when she had put Applejack through the exact same thing? Now she knew how it felt - and a part of her had enjoyed it a little.
"Let's go home now," said Rainbow Dash. "I need to shower and change."
Chapter 4: Sunset's Wet Pajamas
The girls were having a sleepover at Rainbow Dash's house. After having lots of fun, they all went to sleep in their sleeping bags.
Sunset woke up at midnight, really needing to pee. She had drank more cider than Rainbow Dash tonight.
She was so cozy in her sleeping bag and her soft, purple pajamas that she didn't want to get up at first. She tried to get back to sleep, sure that she could hold it until morning. But, another jolt from her bladder told her she would burst if she stayed where she was.
So she quietly got out of her sleeping bag, trying not to wake any of the other girls, and tiptoed towards the nearest bathroom.
She heard a loud sound outside and nearly lost it, and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that it was an owl.
She knew the house well enough to know where the bathroom was in the dark. Holding herself with one hand, she walked a little faster towards the bathroom, reaching for the door handle with her other hand.
Suddenly the door swung open and Pinkie Pie stood in the doorway.
The sudden light of the bathroom, as well as the suddenness of Pinkie opening the door startled Sunset. With a cry of surprise she fell on her butt, and could feel the crotch of her pajamas getting warmer and wetter by the second.
"Oops, sorry Sunset," said Pinkie. "I really needed to pee, and once I was done, I was examining my pants to see if they were wet from leaking a few times on the way up. They're a little damp, but, I don't mind too much!"
Sunset moaned as she continued peeing, the wetness soaking her crotch and butt, and the carpet under her.
Pinkie couldn't help but giggle, and Sunset blushed.
Once she finished peeing, she remained in a sitting position, ashamed beyond belief.
"Don't worry Sunny," said Pinkie. "I promise I'll never tell! Besides, I peed myself all the way once! Fluttershy totally saw that but she never told anyone. And I may have enjoyed it a little too much. Oh yeah, and last week when we were going for a walk in the park and I ran to the bathroom? I may have left my underwear up when I was sitting on the toilet and peeing. And I left my wet panties on even after changing into my pajamas for the night, and peed in them again before I showered next morning. I already peed in them once, so why not?"
Sunset felt a bit better as she stood up, the crotch and butt of her pajama pants soaked.
"Do you have a change of pajamas?" said Sunset.
"Nope!" said Pinkie, slapping Sunset's butt lightly. "You get back to bed. I'll clean the carpet."
Sunset had to crawl back in her sleeping bag in her wet pants. But, she was able to get to sleep quickly. When she woke up next morning her pants were still damp, and smelled of urine, but she had gotten over the embarrassment of it. Pinkie kept the other girls distracted until Sunset could change.
It sounded as though Pinkie thought it was fun to pee herself. And, some part of Sunset could understand why... Maybe once she got home she'd do a little experiment before washing her pajamas... |
A story I wrote on fimfiction.net, posted here because someone is looking for Starlight stories.
Chrysalis's Revenge on Starlight Glimmer
Starlight Glimmer was trying on an outfit made by Rarity. It was a skintight dark purple bodysuit.
"You look smashing," said Rarity, who was wearing a cute pink miniskirt (seen in the episode Sleepless in Ponyville). "I'd say you're ready for my fashion show tomorrow!"
"What if she tries to crash it?" said Starlight.
"Then you blast her as hard as you can!" said Rarity. A sudden urge hit her. "I'll be right back. I need to use the little filly's room." Rarity walked toward the bathroom of Carousel Boutique. As she was opening the bathroom door, a sewing machine suddenly levitated and hit Rarity in the head, knocking her out.
About a minute later, Rarity returned.
"Where's your outfit?" said Starlight.
"I took it off for now," said Rarity. "Hmmm. Maybe you should wear that outfit over there."
Starlight turned in the direction Rarity was looking, and a few seconds later, suddenly blacked out.
Rarity woke up. She was still laying next to the bathroom door. After rubbing her head, she immediately sat up in horror. Her pink dress was wet and she was sitting in a puddle. She had peed herself when the sewing machine had knocked her out. Rarity blushed with embarrassment. This was the third time! She ran into the bathroom to shower, hoping Starlight wouldn't find out, although she'd have a hard time explaining to Starlight why she suddenly decided to take a shower.
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Starlight woke up inside a cave. Her hooves were glued to the ground with green slime, and she also had some on her horn, preventing her from using magic. She knew who had to be behind this.
Rarity walked out from behind a corner. "Ah, Starlight Glimmer. Awake, I see." In a burst of green magic, she transformed into Queen Chrysalis.
"What did you do with Rarity?" said Starlight.
"She's fine," said Chrysalis. "Aside from wetting her outfit for the fashion show. Which gave me an idea as to the first step of my revenge on you!"
"You wouldn't dare!" said Starlight.
"Wouldn't I?" said Chrysalis. She levitated a potion. "I prepared this potion that any pony who drinks it will have to pee so badly it's as if they drank 20 glasses of water!"
"Where do you even get a potion like that?"
"From Zecora. When I was spying on your friends, I saw Rainbow Dash ask Zecora to make a potion like this. All I had to do was change into her and ask Zecora for one after I trapped you here!"
"Why would Rainbow Dash want this potion?"
Chrysalis paused. Rainbow Dash had told Zecora she wanted to practice holding it for longer, but Chrysalis had noticed her blush lightly and sweat profusely when she said this. So she had followed Rainbow Dash for a while and seen her drink the potion and then pee in her Equestria Games outfit. She considered telling Starlight Rainbow's darkest secret, but figured that the knowledge that one of her friends actually enjoyed peeing herself might make Starlight feel less ashamed of what was to come, and her beef was with Starlight more than Rainbow Dash. "She wanted to use it for pranks. And now I'm using it for vengeance!"
Starlight tried to blast Chrysalis with her magic, but the slime on her horn did its job. She was powerless. Chrysalis put one of her hooves on Starlight's nose, opened her mouth with the other hoof, and forced her to drink the potion.
Chrysalis sat on a makeshift throne, sipping wine from a goblet as she waited patiently for the potion to take effect. After about ten minutes, Starlight was already fidgeting. She hadn't needed to go this badly since as long as she could remember.
Chrysalis licked her lips as she watched Starlight squirm. It was because of her that her army had betrayed her for the traitor, Thorax. Watching Starlight suffer gave her more pleasure than Shining Armor's love for Princess Cadence.
"You don't have to do this!" said Starlight, desperately trying to hold it in, which was difficult with all four of her hooves trapped, unable to even cross her legs. "Please, set your vengeance aside and change your ways, like I did!"
"This is only the beginning," said Chrysalis. "I have far worse surprises in store for you once this is over!"
As Chrysalis described vividly some of the things she intended to do to Starlight, Starlight felt a bit of pee leak into her outfit, though she was able to hold the rest of it in and tried not to listen to what Chrysalis was saying.
"And that will teach you to defy me, the queen of the changelings!" said Chrysalis.
Chrysalis waited for another half hour. Starlight really needed to go.
"Can't you just let me go now and seek the rest of your revenge later?" said Starlight, tearing up from the strain of holding it in.
"I want you to suffer as much as possible!" said Chrysalis.
"I can't... hold it... any longer..." Starlight felt the crotch of her skintight outfit grow warm and wet as she began peeing. She blushed, tears streaming down her face while Chrysalis licked her lips, savoring every moment. Starlight felt the wetness soak the legs of her outfit. She peed for about a minute, feeling more embarrassed by the second as the puddle under her grew bigger and bigger.
"Revenge is so sweet," said Chrysalis with immense satisfaction as Starlight finished peeing herself. "I'll let you go for now. I want you to live with the shame of wetting yourself for a while yet before I kill you." With a blast of magic, she destroyed the slime on Starlight's hooves, but not her horn. She knew Starlight would try to blast her as soon as her horn was free. Chrysalis flew away laughing maniacally.
Starlight walked out of the cave. She recognized the area, and made her way towards Ponyville as slowly as she could. Then she saw a small pool of water, and jumped into it. She'd just tell Rarity that she'd escaped Chrysalis's cave through a river. She suddenly remembered that Chrysalis had said she'd made Rarity wet herself. Feeling slightly less ashamed of her accident, Starlight decided to pretend to Rarity that Chrysalis had said nothing about it. Rarity would feel better about it if she thought no one else knew.
Chrysalis watched through her crystal ball. "Damn it!" she said. "I should have turned into Celestia and dropped her off at Twilight's castle to make sure every pony saw! No matter. I'll have to remember to mention it next time we meet!"
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Rarity finished washing her outfit. It was sparkling clean and would be ready for the fashion show tomorrow. She wasn't sure where Starlight had gone, and hoped Chrysalis hadn't gotten her foul hooves on her. Great was her relief when Starlight returned and told her story to Rarity. She was just as relieved that Starlight seemed unaware of her accident when Chrysalis had attacked her. She hung up Starlight's outfit to dry next to her own. |
I’m new to this site, and I hope people like my stories. Enjoy!
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Alesia’s birthday was coming up, and she was going to invite some of her friends to go to the community pool for a party. She picked out a tight white bathing suit, with some fade baby blue stripes. Her friends Jules, Amelia, Emma, and Kendall were the friends she invited, because she just wanted a small party, and they were all close friends. The girls all showed up at Alesia’s house first, and changed into their bathing suits. Alesia’s main best friend was Kendall. (Will be important later) Alesia’s dad packed up the snacks, and they headed to the pool, skipping the restroom.
When they got to the pool, Alesia’s dad set up the snacks and cake. The girls went off, Ned started swimming. Kendall was wearing a bright pink bathing suit, with strawberries on the front. Amelia was wearing a coral one piece, Emma was wearing a yellow one piece with white spots, and Jules just wore a plain blue two piece. Alesia and Kendall went off and started gossiping, their usual doing. And all of a sudden, Alesia said, “ I need to use the bathroom.. urgently. “ at the time, the girls were sitting at the edge of the pool, the pool wasn’t necessarily packed, but some other children and adults were there. Kendall looked over at the bathroom line, and looked back at her now bouncing friend. “ I need to go, Kendall! “ she said it a bit louder than she meant to. Alesia’s face turned a bright shade of red and pink, as her first spurt of the steaming yellow liquid released, Kendall pulled Alesia into the pool, but Alesia didn’t only need to relieve her bladder, Andy she refused to do it in the pool. Kendall went over and alerted the other girls to be more distracting and louder, so nobody noticed Alesia’s yellow blotch on the back of her tight bikini bottoms.
Alesia climbed the pool ladder, and another spurt released. Her bladder was really swollen, and it was bulging and really oversized. She liked the feeling of peeing through her bikini - but definitely not in front of her friends, (except for Kendall) and most definitely not in front of strangers. Every time Alesia moved a step, she leaked. There was now only 1 girl in the bathroom, and no line. Kendall hopped out of the water, and helped Alesia over to the bathroom. The other young girl walked out of the bathroom, and looked st Alesia, who was still struggling with her over flowing bladder. “ Eek! “ She lost an even bigger leak. She managed it in the bathroom with Kendall, and she quickly pulled down her bikini bottoms, but mostly emptied her bladder on the ground. The noise proved how much liquid she was holding in. The glistening pee stained her bikini bottoms and was all down her legs. The loud streaming sound was followed by a plop. Kendall and Alesia tried their hardest to clean up her bikini, but it was still very most visible. There was no toilet paper, so she couldn’t clean her bottoms or the mess that she left on the floor.
The pool deck was a creamier white color, so you could visibly see the puddles of urine. Alesia walked out, with Kendall walking close behind her, trying to hide the pee stain on the back of Alesia’s bikini bottom.
Alesia informed her dad, and they went home. In the car, Emma was bouncing in the back with a worried look on her face. When they pulled up to the driveway, she got out and peed herself right then and there. A huge glistening yellow puddle formed below her. You could tell she tried her hardest to not pee herself, but after she let out a huge spurt, she just let go. The girls went inside, and Alesia’s dad told Alesia to shower, and Kendall showered with her. They showered in their bikinis, with the both of them trying to get the stain out of Alesia’s bikini bottoms. There was a small hissing sound, and Alesia saw that Kendall was peeing in the shower, and Alesia stuck her hand in Kendall’s front of her bikini bottom. She moaned, and then Kendall stuck her hand in Alesia’s bikini bottom, and started fingering her, and both of the girls moaned. The both of the girls took of their bikinis and felt each other’s breasts being rubbed together, as they stood close in the shower touching each other’s pussy’s. They washed off, got out of the shower and didn’t tell anyone what happened.
Meanwhile, Emma was waiting for them to finish showering, so she could shower with her sister, Amelia, who was twitching, and stuffing her fingers in her crotch to hold back the huge piss she urged to let out. The both of the girls rushed into the bathroom, and Amelia rushed into the shower, Letting out a spurt, which turned into a stream. There was now a huge mess of the floor that she had trailed.
Jules didn’t want to get caught up in all the awkwardness, and her mom was picking her up anyways, so she went home later. “ Alesia, can I borrow some underwear? Mines dirty... “ Alesia gave Kendall her underwear, and the girls admired each other’s naked bodies as they dropped their towels and changed behind Alesia’s locked door.
Emma was cleaning the piss up off the floor from her sister, and Amelia told her to swear not to say anything. Both of the girls showered, and changed into their pajamas. Awaiting the plans for the fun sleepover tonight. |
These side stories are part of a series known as Planet of Desperation, set in a fictional future with alien federations, toilet-regulations and omorashi-based science, oh my!
You can read the first part of the main story here. Reading the first two chapters before delving into the side stories is probably a good idea, to get a better feel for the setting.
The first side-story, Sleeping Beauty, will feature supporting character Ceel Heart and takes place before the events of Planet of Desperation, part 1.
Ceel Heart - Sleeping Beauty [Desperation] [Free Peeing]
Ceel Heart was a mess. A half-asleep, frantic, stressed out mess. She was sitting in class, but the lecture was hardly registering. This was her final class of the day, which in Ceel's head meant that in just a few hours someone was going to drug her and poke her eyes with various sharp objects.
She'd had a vision fault most of her life, and last week she had finally worked up the nerve to get it fixed. It was a simple procedure, Federation technology made it so, they even did this to little kids! That is what Ceel had been telling herself, but it was still affecting her gravely. She had barely slept this past week!
After class she immediately made her way to the school toilets. She had a toilet time scheduled, and it was going to be her last one before the procedure. Removing her panties and plonking her butt on the seat, she readied her body to release her waste and stress.
But for some reason, she couldn't. Even spreading her legs and nethers, her body was too tense to relax. After a few minutes, she became very annoyed, having her nude butt on the toilet without actually peeing was very uncomfortable. She decided she didn't need to go that bad and left the bathroom before it kicked her out.
Ceel had always thought that the hospital building was a little strange. Half of the thing was a normal-looking hospital building, but the other half was a federation facility, like some freak science experiment had fused the two buildings together. Ceel entered the building and grabbed a waiting ticket and took a seat.
While waiting, Ceel stared intently at her ticket and tightly held it in both hands. After just a minute her number was called. She walked up to the counter.
"U-um. I have an appointment booked. Ceel Heart.." At this, the lady at the counter swiftly went through some papers. "Ceel Heart... Yes, just follow the red hallway until you reach a room with a big four on it. I will inform the doctor you are here, as well" After a slight pause, Ceel followed the instructions.
The doctor was slightly intimidating. He was very tall and seemed to take up a lot of space in the room, even though he was fairly scrawny. When Ceel entered, he flashed a disarming smile. Ceel awkwardly tried to smile back, but at this point she was quaking in her boots.
"Please have a seat, Miss Heart." The tall man pointed her in the direction of a comfy-looking chair. "As you may be aware, this hospital is connected to a federation facility. In there, only federation operatives and select medical professionals are allowed. However, your operation will take place in there. As you have been made aware, you will be drugged during this procedure. Not only for your comfort, but also to preserve Federation interests. Now, a lot of people might find this uncomfortable, however..."
The doctor went on a tangent about fears and phobias about being operated on by federation people. Ceel wasn't worried about aliens, she was worried about people digging around in her eyes.
"...And that is why you have nothing whatsoever to fear. Please change into this gown, then lie down on this table, I will return in just a minute or two and we can start with the procedure." Ceel stiffly followed the instructions.
While waiting for the doctor to return, Ceel felt a bit of a twinge in her bladder. It was getting fairly full. Ceel had a particularly large bladder, and she hadn't wet the bed since early childhood, so she wasn't particularly worried. Still, it annoyed her; if she had been able to pee before she wouldn't be uncomfortable now. But moreso than that, waiting was making her extremely anxious. When the doctor returned, she knew she would have to be ready for the operation to start.
Ceel's mind was a haze. The doctor had returned with a nurse, and administered the sleeping agent. Yet, she wasn't sure if she was asleep or awake and seemed to have lost both the track of time and location. She could see two figures above her, maybe the doctor and nurse. Yet, one of them seemed strange and blue, had the operation started yet?
She felt something in her arm, and suddenly her entire body relaxed and felt very, very heavy. In her dazed state, Ceel worried that she would start peeing, her bladder felt fuller than before and her muscles couldn't clench. A vague state of urgency gripped her, but she had no strength left to resist.
Ceel was sitting in a cave, nude. She had never been in a cave before, but she knew this was an unusual cave for a few reasons. First of all, it was gently lit, despite lacking a light source. The ground felt soft and a little warm under her butt, despite consisting of rock. She was alone in the cave, and her pose was quite relaxed, with her legs crossed by her ankles.
Ceel's bladder was very full. Looking down, her lower belly seemed to stretch a little. Even so, she was in full control and in no risk of involuntarily peeing. Much better than before...
Tracing her train of thought back to the eye operation, Ceel realized that she was dreaming. In her dreamscape, she felt very safe and in control. Gone was the anxiety of the people poking around in her eyes. In addition, her bladder felt like an ironclad fort now, reinforced to last for as long as it would take.
It had been a while and Ceel was getting a little bored. Sitting around in the cave was comfortable, but there wasn't a lot to do. She decided she would search around the cave for an exit; maybe she could make one for herself, it was her dream after all.
Walking around the cave revealed no way out, and walls had a frictionless smoothness to them, completely lacking any holes or imperfections. She decided to try plan B, closed her eyes and tried to imagine a way out. As she did, a strange mix of adrenaline and dizziness overcame her, forcing her to her knees.
At first, Ceel couldn't figure out where she was. The harsh light and the people gathered around was rather unsettling at first, as she could faintly remember being somewhere comfortable and homey just moments ago.
"Ceel..? Are you awake?" It was her mother's voice. It helped her make sense of what was going on. Operation. Eyes. Right. She rose, as she had been lying down, and turned toward the sound.
When she saw the clothes her mother was wearing, she was overcome with a strange emotion. Pride in herself for going through with the operation. Fear- had there been any complications? But above all, absolute and total wonder- her mother's dress was a color she had never been able to see before today.
"Umm.. Ceel..!" Now that Ceel's vision had cleared, she noticed her mother was pointing somewhere. She followed the trajectory of her mother's finger. It ended at her legs.
It was only now Ceel noticed it all: her legs were twisted together several times over- that her nude bottom was just barely covered by the surgical govn in her current pose, and that she had to pee so, so bad.
Her bladder felt like a concrete balloon, and bulged out farther than she had ever seen before. Her body still felt numb and strange in all over, and now that she had become aware of her need, it seemed as though she might turn into a living fountain any second now.
"Ah..! Gotta.. Pee...!" Setting her modesty aside for a moment, Ceel grabbed herself hard under her gown. The pressure, however, was mounting to new levels as if her bladder had been frozen solid during the operation and was now starting to thaw.
"I-I'll go get something..!" Ceel had barely noticed the flustered-looking nurse beside the bed, who quickly left to get a bedpan.
The following minutes were torture. Ceel was rocking back and forth, clutching herself, and massaging her bladder. Her mother would offer words of encouragement from time to time, but seemed a little distracted herself, maybe? Ceel barely noticed, almost all of her attention had to be directed toward the losing battle fought with her pee hole. Still, she had not yet spilled a single drop; the white sheets were pristine still.
When Ceel was sure she had reached her end, the nurse returned with the bedpan. In one lightning-quick motion, Ceel snatched the pan and covered her quivering pussy with the funnel.
"A-Ah, please wait..!" The command was torture. Her legs now spread, Ceel contained the ocean for a few precious seconds while the nurse fiddled with some dials on the side of the pan.
"U-Um, you can go now." Ceel had expected to explode into the pan as soon as the words reached her brain. But for some reason, nothing was coming out. Ceel started panicking. Why wouldn't she pee? She was about to explode. It hurt, the pressure was-Pssssssssssssssssssh!
The stream was shooting into the back of the pan. It was incredibly thin, yet absolutely fierce, like some sort of precision laser. Ceel's back arched in relief as the Nurse helped her adjust the pan.
For almost a minute, Ceel lost herself in her pee. Her laser-stream became a full-on torrent, splashing the sides of the pan. She was still peeing up an absolute storm with no sign of stopping, but the pressure in her bladder had decreased to a much more manageable level.
Now that her mind was less preoccupied, she once again had time to examine her surroundings. The bed she was lying in was surrounded by white screens, so this was likely a rest area for patients. She noticed that her mother and the nurse were both acting a little strangely- her mother had a rather stiff posture and was occasionally fidgeting while looking away from her. The nurse, too, had a rather tortured look, blushing and biting her lip as she held the pan straight.
Another wave of relief wracked Ceel and she let out a moan. At this, the other women in the room seemed distraught. Ceel's fierce piss finally came to an abrupt close. She pushed a little to empty the remainder of her bladder, a hiss and some drips, and then she was done.
When she was finished, her mother spoke. "U-Um.. H-How do you feel, Ceel?" Ceel gave her a knowing look. "I'll be fine, mom, you can leave me for a bit."
"Mmmph.. I'll be right back..!" Her mother stiffly walked out of the enclosed space, leaving Ceel alone with the nurse.
The nurse was pretty obviously desperate as she detached the spherical part of the bedpan which contained Ceel's great quantity of urine. Oh-ing and Ah-ing, as she fought against the urge to grab herself.
"Are you going to be okay, miss? Do you have a time soon?" Ceel raised the question, hoping the nurse wouldn't be too embarrassed.
"Mmh..! Yes.. I guess I'm being pretty obvious..!" The nurse let out a little laugh. "I have a toilet time coming up, and I should get as soon as I finish here..!" The nurse had fully detached the sphere from the bedpan and was replacing it with a new one.
"Excuse me, is there a nurse in here?" From the other side of the cloth screen, the voice of a woman Ceel didn't know called out.
"Ye-yes.. You may come in." The woman entered.
"My daughter really needs some help, could you come over as soon as possible? It's an emergency." The nurse gave Ceel a worried look, then left with the bedpan and the woman. A minute or two later, Ceel thought she could hear a tinkling noise from somewhere.
Finally alone, Ceel felt totally exhausted even though she had just woken up. Closing her eyes, she got her first peaceful night of sleep in what felt like ages, dreaming of all the new colors she was going to see. |
It's been a long time coming! This side story ended up being about twice the size I intended, also life caught up to me, preventing me from writing for a good while. It's a bit of a segue for Planet of Desperation, opening up the universe at large.
Also, I think internet explorer tried to kill itself when I tried to upload this, so I had to switch browser and try again. :P
This Story takes place after the events of Planet of Desperation, chapter 1.
Life in Orbit [Desperation, Free Peeing]
Ängla woke to the quiet hum of electricity moving through the walls. She was used to the sound; her room got so quiet at rest she could tell the difference in current when the lights were turning on. She lazily moved towards her window and raised the curtain. She took some time to admire the view, today she could see Antarctica and most of Australia.
The window reflected her face. She looked a little tired, her horns still seemed pretty slack from sleeping. She moved off to her dresser to fix her day-face and put on clothes. Off went her sleepwear, fully revealing her blue nude. She picked out some red underwear as well as a clothing combo of tank top and the lower half of the engineer's overalls.
After a few minutes of this, she made her way down towards the mess hall. As she moved down the hallway, the lights went on with her, as if the station was just waking up. The mess hall served as sort of a hub for the sector, connecting to the hallways leading to the rest area, the research area and more.
The eating area in the mess was rather empty, Ängla was as usual one of the first members on board to wake from rest. A few of her sleepy-looking colleagues were waddling into the roomy kitchen-space to make breakfast. Ängla plugged in the toaster and checked the pantry for bread.
Three types; white, dark and a fancier one with raisins. None excited Ängla particularly, but she wasn't in charge of refills for a while so they'd have to do. She popped a slice of the dark one into the toaster and set the coffee maker. Finally, she grabbed some jam for the toast.
The toast and coffee got Ängla's system running. Her eyelids felt like they lost some weight, and she could sense her horns straightening into position on her forehead. If the lights had signalled the station waking up, the coffee had gotten the crew up and about; small conversation had started appearing around Ängla, and the eating area was getting a little busy.
Ängla drew a line across her arm, bringing up her personal tablet to check if her daily tasks had changed since before rest. Same as usual, routine checks of the sector's movement and plantation engines, then research assistance after lunch.
Suddenly, loud noises and quite a bit of commotion could be heard down one of the hallways connected to the mess hall. A synthesized noise signalled that a sector-wide message was coming through.
"Attention all hands on sector 3. A malfunction has caused several facilities to temporarily shut down. Your schedules have been updated accordingly. We are now on level 2 alert, please drop what you're doing and check your schedules immediately. I repeat; Attention all hands...."
Suddenly, the quiet eating area became a flurry of activity. Coffee, bread, as well as other breakfast items were hastily left uneaten as crew members quickly checked their tablets and left the table. Ängla quickly read through the alert and her updated tasks. Somehow, the sector's movement engine had had a severe malfunction, and needed to be shut down and repaired.
Ängla cursed inwardly, if the movement engine was out of function it had to be repaired immediately. Since they were not directly connected to another sector at the moment, they were essentially isolated right now. They still had a reservoir of spare gravity to run off for a while, but if that ran out they were pretty screwed. Worst case, they might be forced to jettison parts of the sector. Worst worst case, they could fall out of orbit.
Scrolling through the tablet, they had thirty to forty hours' worth of spare gravity to run on if they cut off all non-vital functions ASAP. Another sector was rerouting their orbit to assist them if necessary. The faster they could fix this, the better.
The algorithm had assigned her two clearance 1 engineers, Dyn and Eldh. Again, Ängla cursed to herself. It was a state of emergency, and the algorithm was using it to trainee two new hands? No matter, there was little time to complain, and Ängla didn't hesitate when she quickly located the pair. Even though their body language seemed nervous, the two engineers had resolute expressions.
She quickly gave them their instructions: "Dyn, you're going to the plantation room safe door. Go inside, then inform Tärna that I want her to have the Emergency Arrangement D ready as quickly as she can manage. I know Tärna is technically the big boss here, but tell her that I need as much time as possible and she'll understand.
Then, you listen to what Tärna has to say and help them get the arrangement ready as quickly as possible." Dyn nodded and quickly left.
"Eldh, you're going to check every safe door, move lock and arrangement structure you can safely access. Knock first, and if anyone answers, tell them to stay put - And don't open any safe doors, not before we know it's safe. After that, I want every one of them closed, manually, locked in place and turned off - I'll give you clearance for it. Plantation room last, and when you get there, Tärna knows what to do. Then, you go find me using your tablet." Eldh did a quick "yes M'am" before running down the hallway.
Alone, Ängla made her way to the general utility spaces. The utility consisted of three small rooms, one behind a normal door and the other two behind safe doors. The normal door was open and four crew hands were hurriedly going in and out, getting tools and materials. Ängla would need to get through the safe doors, but opening them normally was a huge risk right now. Luckily, she didn't need to.
The four hands consisted of engineers, but they were a special group known as the Inventory crew. Their burly, curly-horned leader, Ofelia, stepped out of the utility space to greet Ängla.
Ängla wasted little time. "You need to get your crew working on the utility closets, as well as the engine room." Ofelia flashed a proud smile. "One step ahead of you rookie, look." Ofelia pointed her towards the utility closets' safe doors. Large holes had been cut into them, allowing passage. Ängla might take issue with most hands calling her "rookie", but Ofelia had worked on the station for as long as she'd been alive.
Ängla scurried into the utility closets and gathered what equipment she needed, and stuffed it into her engineer overall's pockets. When she came out, Ofelia was already getting to work on the movement engine room safe door. She had brought heavy equipment - a hydro-thumper. Ängla quickly covered her ears with sound mufflers.
The sound was almost deafening, even with Ängla's ears protected, but the hydro-thumper made short work of the safe door. With an experienced hand, Ofelia drew a circle in the metal using the heavy equipment - as if she was using it as a can opener.
When the circle was almost complete, Ofelia asked for another tool - the magnetic spinner. When the drill-like object was stuck to the door, Ofelia activated it, giving it a slight spin. This loosened the circle in the door completely, and Ofelia was able to push it into the room on the other side after she deativated the magnet. A gentle stream om smoke was coming out of the new hole, so Ofelia had to back up a little. She turned around.
"This hole should be big enough for a tiny one like you, Ster?" The hole Ofelia had carved into the door was more or less flawless - Ofelia's field may be breaking things, but her experience and expertise made her use of force elegant and subtle. The hole could not be any bigger - if it was, the wall connecting the two rooms might suffer structural damage.
"It's perfect, but you can gloat later. Leave someone behind to guard the room, and no-one other than Dyn gets in. I may be in here for a while." Ängla quickly downed a liquid regulation pill - she'd be in there for a while, and fully donned her protective engineer's overalls as well as a gas mask. Finally, Ängla climbed into the smoke-filled room.
The Movement Engine room was a large dome, full of pipes and cables with the central control core in the middle. The smoke made it a little hard to see, but Ängla knew this room like the back of her hand - she came here for routine checks and repairs every other day after all. Now that she was alone and had a little time to consider, she found the state of the engine quite strange. The smoke was fairly unusual given that the movement engine produced little heat - it seemed to imply a faulty large Urene cell, which may have overheated and caused a chain reaction. The emergency fans also seemed to be off, or at least Ängla could not hear them.
As she made her way through the room, she made a mental list of everything that needed to be done.
1. Clear the room of smoke and cool it down
2. Wait for Eldh to return - then shut of the engine
3. Reroute the spare gravity to the vital parts of the station
4. Replace the Urene cells that supply power to the engine
5. Run a few tests on the engine to see if anything else is wrong
6. Restart the engine
Step two would depend entirely on how quickly Eldh could lock down the various structures controlled by the movement engine. The movement engine was essentially providing the gravity the sector used to stay in one piece, and so turning it off was usually a really, really bad idea unless the sector was connected to another. However, the station had a reservoir of spare gravity stored up, which is why the station was still in one piece - but that would swiftly change unless most non-vital station functions, like safe doors, were shut off to preserve it. It was best if all safe doors were manually locked in place and shut off before this happened - the doors were not just there to keep unauthorized personnel out, after all, there were plenty of things that could go wrong if they could not close a safe door when they needed to.
If Eldh took about as much time to lock everything down as Ängla expected, the blue engineer would be able to start working on the engine with about thirty-eight hours' worth of spare gravity. In a normal situation, this was a generous amount of time; even if the engine was severely damaged, Ängla could likely set up some sort of stopgap fix to the engine until another sector could come assist them.
However, this was not a normal situation; Ängla did not actually have that much time. The reason was the plantation room. Out of every part of the sector, protecting the plantation room took priority over almost everything else. To make sure nothing went horribly wrong with the plantation while Ängla shut down most of the station, she had made Tärna, the chief Gardener in this sector, initiate Emergency Arrangement D. This meant Tärna had hand-picked a few suitable Gardeners and Engineers and made everyone go into the plantation room before the safe door trapped them inside, so they could be there for when the room needed maintenance. In addition, compromising the plantation room safe doors was far too risky - they were stuck inside until Ängla could get the Movement engine at least partially online.
There was just one issue with this. One teeny-tiny issue. Due to the incredible quantity of Urene crystals being grown in plantation, the trapped crewmembers must absolutely, positively not pee while inside or else risk disaster. All Gardeners and some Engineers were specifically trained for this; and every half-year they were tested for holding time and volume. Tärna would be partially basing her choice on who entered the room today on this data.
However, this set a strict time limit for Ängla's work. Despite the Gardeners' training, their bladders still had limits. And after Ängla got the movement engine fixed, she would prefer to run a few tests and some maintenance before she fully reactivated the movement engine - which would take additional time.
Simply put, Ängla's time limit to fix and run tests on the engine depended on the bladders in the plantation room right now. Their training should enable them to last at least twenty-four hours, but Ängla estimated that anything more than thirty hours was far too risky.
As she made these calculations in her mind, Ängla had reached her first target - one of two fan locations in the room. Ängla breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she saw them - when the alarm had gone off she had worried that she had either been thoroughly incompetent in her maintenance, or that the engine had been sabotaged. The fans, however, seemed to have gotten hit by a meteoric dust storm recently. In other words, a natural cause and probably not her fault, despite being rather unlikely. She'd likely get chewed out by the higher-ups anyway, but at least the risk of losing her position was a lot smaller now, even if she'd missed the faulty Urene cell during inspection or something.
Regardless, the fans were bent and corroded where the storm had hit them. Ängla made the trek to the other fan location and found them in a similar shape. A fierce dust storm must've cleared through the pipelines recently. They needed to be replaced, so Ängla used her personal holo-tablet to update Ofelia's team before she got to work on the vents.
It would take a while before the fans got to Ängla; they needed to be rounded up, inspected and then brought through the smoky belly of the Engine room. No matter, Ängla had to remove the busted fans and clear out the meteoric dusk gunking up the vents regardless. If she was quick about it, the room might even clear out a little, making the trek easier on Ofeila's team.
A few hours later, work was flowing smoothly. Ängla had cleared out both vents (leaving a corrosive mess of meteoric dust on the floor that would have to be taken care of later), and most of the fans had been replaced, mostly clearing the room of smoke. The inventory crew had been coming and going with fans, with Ofelia and Ängla attaching them. When they were almost finished, Eldh showed up, sooty and panting.
"Are we ready to turn off the Engine?" Eldh quickly nodded with a "Yes Ma'am" before Ängla even finished her question. "Well then. We didn't completely finish with the vents, but they're not a priority anymore now that they work well enough. Ofelia, leave the room with your team, and make it quick since I'm getting to work on shutting the engine down ASAP." Ofelia gave her a knowing, worried look, but quickly nodded and left.
Turning of the engine was a bit of an endeavour; it wasn't normally supposed to be turned off after all. But some freak chain of malfunctions had caused the engine to override the normal gravity rerouting system - the engine was not producing gravity, yet it still supplied the spare gravity as if nothing had changed. Yet they were making good time, if they kept this up Ängla's estimate of Thirty-Eight hours would become Forty.
Eldh had not been taught the protocol for manually turning the engine off - it was a three-step process and involved at least two participants, one of which had to be the chief engineer. Ängla quickly listed what they had to do.
1. Ängla would have to start the process by identifying herself at a special location.
2. Ängla and Eldh then had to operate particular machinery simultaneously. If they failed, it was back to step 1.
3. The safety barriers around the movement engine core would be turned off after which they could turn the engine off.
The second step took a few failed attempts, but after that they were able to successfully turn off the safety barrier. Ängla met up with the younger Engineer to go to the movement engine core, and noted she seemed fairly uncomfortable. Eldh's face seemed to heat up a little as soon as she started talking. "H-hmm, let's go fix the engine quickly to restore the sector..."
It made sense, of course, since the crisis had likely prevented most hands from using the bathroom; Ängla's own bladder was bulging out a little from her morning coffee, liquid regulation pill as well as the fact that she hadn't gone since before she went to sleep. Ängla had participated in Gardener training, so she did not doubt she would hold out quite a bit longer, but that might not be true for Eldh.
While they were walking towards the engine core, Ängla brought up the issue. "Do you need to pee, Eldh?"
Eldh stiffened for a second and got a little red. "I-I do.. It's embarrassing to admit, but I have a small bladder, I do very poorly in Gardener training..."
Ängla kept her pace. "Well, you're going to have to hold out for a while; we do not have time for breaks, and your need might become useful if we need to - ah, here we are."
The movement engine core was emitting a loud humming noise and clearly leaking gravity. The gravity came it waves, making Ängla feel heavy, then light. It was a strange sensation and reminded Ängla of being very, very drunk. Eldh looked rather woozy and fidgeted slightly. Ängla quickly got to work, if the engine started leaking more gravity, they would quickly become Engineer pancakes.
Now that the barrier was down, shutting off the engine was quite trivial. The dials around the core were undamaged, so Ängla didn't even have to "cut the cord" as it were. Before she totally shut off the engine, she sent out a warning through her personal tablet and gave Eldh a heads-up that she was about to do it. Eldh gave a brave, if shaky nod. As an engineer, she knew the implications of what Ängla was about to do. After this, Ängla waited five minutes to give everyone time to grab something before she shut
the whole thing off.
As soon as she did, the humming turned to a low buzz which turn to nothing, but the far more immediate effect was the total loss of gravity around them. For the few moments until Ängla rerouted the spare gravity they had left, the entire station was in Zero-G and the various parts kept together by the movement engine risked floating away into space. This was probably the most dangerous work Ängla was about to do in her entire life - if the automatic system for rerouting gravity was totally busted she needed to be quick about fixing it or doing a manual reroute. If she didn't, she, Eldh, and everyone in Plantation were going to fall off the station and die. Everyone else would safely drift until the other sector could come pick them up... Hopefully.
Despite being quite confident in her engineering skills, Ängla estimated she had about a 50/50 chance of manually rerouting the spare gravity in time - so she uttered a prayer under her breath as she tried restarting the part of the core that controlled rerouting. This time, Ängla was lucky.
The relief Ängla felt when the gravity slowly returned to the room caused her to relax a little too much - when her feet hit the floor she flinched and felt a spurt of wetness exit her body into her panties. She turned to Eldh, who was shaking on the floor, wearing a strange mixture of total relief and mad desperation on her face as she struggled to compose herself while staying dry.
Eldh stood up while keeping her legs together, but she seemed to have regained control for a moment. "Y-you'll have to forgive me for losing my composure for a bit." There were a few tears flowing down Eldh's face. "When we were f-free falling I-I was frightened for my life..."
Ängla could sympathize. Those few moments of not knowing whether the reroute would be successful or not had been a near-death-experience for her as well. "We've been through the worst now, let's go fix up the engine so we can restore the entire station soon." Eldh quickly nodded and followed Ängla's lead.
When they were closing in on the area housing the Urene cells supplying power to the engine, Eldh's condition had worsened. She was now walking stiffly with her hand between her legs, occasionally bringing one of her knees up in a curtsey-like motion. She called out to Ängla. "I-I don't think I'll be much use like this. A-Ahn.. And it's... Hmmm! it's getting quite painful...! D-do you think I shou-should wet myself?" The last part was tinged with hope, Eldh was getting desperate enough to relieve herself in any way possible at this point. Even so, Ängla needed the young engineer to hold it in for a little longer. Eldh started to tear up once again when Ängla shook her head, but still the rookie engineer followed along.
The row of Urene cells now ahead, Ängla quickly gave Eldh her instructions. "I'll remove these cells, we don't have time to figure out which ones are faulty. While I do, you focus on holding it in as much as possible. I don't care what you need to do - just hold it in." Eldh was still crying, but she did as she was told. She went into a squatting position, except she was fiercely applying pressure to her nethers using her heel.
Ängla tried to be as quick as she could about removing the cells without sacrificing safety. Eldh's bladder would eventually give out, and as long as she was able to hold it, a lot of time could be saved fixing the engine. As soon as she finished, she helped Eldh get up and led her to a small nearby compartment.
The compartment contained cases of raw mingeria crystal - the stuff used to make Urene, as well as the equipment needed to saturate them. Between herself and Eldh, Ängla hoped they'd be able to saturate enough crystals, she estimated that they needed about three or four good ones. She shut the special door behind them and fiddled with a few dials - the compartment would soon become safe for them to remove their overalls.
She then started assembling what was needed to create Urene, the crystal cases attuned to Eldh (Crystals attuned to individuals and removed from plantation without spoiling them were worth a fortune, but this was what they kept them around for), as well as a transparent tube attached to a funnel. Eldh knew what she was doing, and gave the contraption hungry looks while they waited for the room to decontaminate. Ängla felt a little bad for the poor girl.
As soon as it was safe, Ängla had Eldh remove her overalls and underwear, leaving the engineer shivering in only a beige tank top. The engineer's bladder was visibly distended, and her body language made it clear she was at her limit. Now that she was down to her nude, Eldh was fiercely pressing her hands into her pussy. Her discarded panties were pretty much soaked, but Ängla made no comment.
Ängla brought the funnel toward Eldh's lower lips and asked her to remove her hands. She begrudgingly did so, revealing her blue, hairless womanhood. She failed to stop a sinful, solitary drop running down her slender legs, loudly moaning as it escaped her bursting bladder. The drop seemed to offer her more anguish than relief, yet she gave Ängla a resolute expression, indicating she would do everything in her power to hold back the flood until Ängla gave the word.
Eldh seemed to be at the absolute brink while Ängla set everything into place. She hadn't peed for at least six waking hours plus eight hours of rest, and the liquid regulation pill she'd taken before coming in here had been steadily filling her bladder. And now! And now, she wasn't even allowed to offer her exhausted muscles some respite by holding herself, or by bringing her legs together. The seconds it took for Ängla to set up the Urene device felt like an eternity of torture to Eldh's poor nethers, the final dam against the fierce waves of her bladder.
"Hurry, pee now...!" Eldh almost could not tell if Ängla's beautiful words had been a hallucination or reality, but it mattered little at this point. Eldh could absolutely, positively not hold it in another second; her stream was shooting out of her before she even noticed it happening. The force of her pee was forcing the folds of her slit to open slightly, and the relief was so great she couldn't help but moan loudly.
Meanwhile, Ängla was carefully monitoring the saturation of the mingeria crystal. When it was complete, she swiftly disconnected the tube from the case. "Eldh. Stop. Stop and listen." Eldh only managed to emit a few pained moans and pants, but her stream dried up. "Hold the tube while I attach a new case. Wait." Eldh's sounds were becoming more and more panicked, but she did as she was told.
This continued until all three crystals attuned to Eldh were saturated. Ängla was satisfied they would be good enough, so she decided to not produce any herself. "How are you holding up, Eldh?"
Eldh was still looking mighty uncomfortable, but the panic was gone. "I-I'm fine, for the moment... But I feel like it's going to get a lot worse unless I can finish." Ängla brought a larger, empty case and attached it to the tube. "So be it. Pee."
Now that Eldh could finish her long overdue pee at her own pace, she seemed truly blissful. She even started to hum, gently. Ängla had hoped to get an excuse to let a little out, herself, since her bulging bladder was sending pangs of urgent need at this point. Even so, she was a strong holder, and so she would have to wait.
After this, they gathered to newly produced hi-grade Urene cells and slotted them into the cell grid. The worst of this ordeal was over, running tests to check if the engine would function again after a restart would take several hours, but Ängla was certain they would be quick enough that the Gardeners would suffer urgency in their confinement, but not emergency.
Things were looking up for Ängla Ster, Chief Engineer of Earth-Station, sector 3. She was not, however, looking forward to the toilet queue after this whole emergency was over.
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Just one I thought I'd do for fun, while I have a bit of time to myself. Starring Princess Peach and Princess Daisy as featured in Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Games. No one else seems to want to do one for them, and at this point, I'm used to turning to my own stories for fetish fuel.
Princess Desperation at the Olympics
Princess Peach and Princess Daisy were relaxing at Hyde Park after a long and exhausting game of beach volleyball against Mario and Luigi, which they had won. They were dripping with sweat and very thirsty, due to the length of the game and it being on a beach on a hot summer day, so they drank at least ten glasses of water and five bottles of Gatorade each.
After their refreshing drinks, they felt a lot cooler, and stopped sweating. And, after some Equestrian show jumping, which Daisy won, the sweat dried off their shorts as well. For they were wearing their usual sports attire: Peach was wearing a pink tank top and short, tight pink shorts, and Daisy's outfit was similar, but with a yellow tank top and orange shorts. (Note: In this story they don't change for Equestrian)
Their next event was the 100M Sprint.
"Good luck," said Peach, playfully slapping Daisy's butt.
Daisy laughed. "Not sure I'll need it. Daisy. But, good luck to you too!"
"On your mark... get set... go!"
They ran as fast as they could. Daisy was fast, but Sonic was also in the race and they were neck in neck. Sonic beat Daisy by a nose.
"Oh, you were so close," said Peach.
"That's all right," said Daisy. "It was still a fun race, and I got second."
They drank two more glasses of water each, hot and slightly sweaty from the race.
Their next event was Rhythmic Ribbon. Daisy did hers first. As Eggman took his turn next, Peach and Daisy felt a sudden urge to pee. They had drank a lot.
They crossed their legs and fidgeted slightly as Eggman and Metal Sonic did their Rhythmic Ribbon, just wanting it to end so they could get to a bathroom.
Once Metal Sonic's turn was over, Peach did her Rhythmic Ribbon. Usually she was so graceful she won first prize easy, but she messed up several times due to her need to pee, occasionally holding herself. She got last place, while Daisy won.
"I need to go, bad!" said Daisy.
"Me too," said Peach.
"Hey, Princesses!" said Toad. "Your next event is about to begin!"
The princesses groaned and made their way to Football (soccer). Peach and Daisy were on the same team as Knuckles and Silver. Their opponents were Shadow, Vector, Donkey Kong, and Yoshi.
Daisy was usually very good at this game, but her full bladder distracted her and made it harder for her to run fast, let alone tackle or kick hard.
Peach was having even more trouble than Daisy was, holding herself the entire time, and barely able to kick the ball.
Daisy got the ball and ran with it, but held herself with one hand and walked slowly, feeling the pressure in her bladder slowly increasing.
Shadow tripped Daisy with a Sliding Kick and got the ball. However, Silver got it back from him.
At the end of the first round, neither team had scored.
Five more rounds went by without anyone scoring, and the match dragged on and on. Peach and Daisy's desperation grew with each passing minute. Not only that, but they were going to miss their Synchronized Swimming. Which would have been a good opportunity to go, to pee in the water without anyone noticing.
Knuckles got the ball and passed it to Peach. Peach was now holding herself with both hands, and walking at a slow pace with the ball. She really needed to go, but the game just wouldn't end.
Then Yoshi took the ball from her, and Peach could feel herself leak, dampening her pink panties.
"I don't know how much longer I can hold it..." said Daisy. "I have to finish this fast!"
Using her desperation to motivate her, Daisy ran over to Yoshi and took the ball. She ran as fast as she could towards her opponents' net, though, in her desperation, she lost the ball. She quickly ran back to the ball, but Vector tackled her. She fell facedown, and leaked a little into her shorts. Daisy whimpered as Vector scored on her team's net.
Daisy and Peach were both relieved that someone had scored. Once this round was over, the game would be over. There would be time before their next event to use the bathroom and prevent greater damage to their shorts.
Unfortunately for them, right before the end of this round, Silver scored, tying it at 1-1, and leading into another round.
"I need to pee SO BADLY!" said Daisy.
Peach only whimpered in response. She wasn't as athletic as Daisy and didn't think she could hold it as long as her. She was about to burst.
The game extended for three more rounds. Knuckles passed the ball to Peach again. Shaking with the effort of holding it in, Peach just kicked it out of bounds.
As Donkey Kong kicked the ball back into the field, Peach couldn't hold it anymore.
A soft hissing noise could be heard, and Peach's shorts grew warm and wet. Rivers of pee flowed down her beautiful legs and onto the grass below.
Daisy ran by Peach as she chased Yoshi with the ball. She caught sight of Peach peeing herself, and leaked a little more.
After just under a minute, Peach finished peeing. She was blushing beet red. She, a princess, had just wet herself. She sat down and hung her head in shame while the audience laughed.
Daisy got the ball, holding herself with one hand, ran to the opposing net, and kicked as hard as she could, leaking slightly in the process. Daisy scored, putting the game at 2-1.
Fifteen seconds later, the round ended. Peach and Daisy's team had won!
"Right on time too," said Toad, "cause your next game is gonna begin in a minute!"
"Can it wait?" said Daisy. "I have to go to the bathroom really badly!"
"Hold it until the end of the game," said Toad. "It's an hour before your fencing match."
"But I REALLY need to go!"
Toad wasn't listening, as he was getting Peach to her feet. "At least you can play well now. And the same thing happened to Amy once."
Peach's face was still red, but she felt a little better as she and Daisy ran to Badminton. Their opponents were Wario and Waluigi. The audience snickered at the sight of Peach's wet shorts, but Espio ignored it and gave the signal for the game to begin.
At first, Peach and Daisy dominated. Well, Peach did better than Daisy, Daisy could barely swing because she was holding herself with one hand and was now crossing her legs where she stood. The princesses got up to four points, but then Wario and Waluigi started doing better, and Daisy started missing the birdie.
Soon, they were tied, 4-4.
Peach was able to score, but every time she scored, Waluigi would score immediately after, keeping the game tied, and every time the game was tied at this point, a team needed to get two points in a row to win.
Daisy dropped her racket and held herself with both hands, crossing her legs and fidgeting. She didn't care about the game anymore. She just wanted it to end so she could get to a bathroom. She could feel the pee sloshing around inside her and knew she was about to burst.
Then, Wario deliberately spiked the birdie directly at Daisy. It hit Daisy in the face and knocked her on her butt.
The sudden impact combined with the surprise, and her uncrossing her legs and taking her hands off her crotch, was too much for her. Daisy's already-damp shorts darkened, and a puddle grew where she sat.
*ppppssssssssssssss*
"Ahhhhhhhhhh..."
Daisy blushed as she continued to pee like a race horse, but greatly enjoyed the relief, almost forgetting about her humiliation.
Peach blushed lightly at the sight of Daisy wetting her shorts. But, it did make her own experience a little less embarrassing.
Wario and Waluigi laughed as the tomboyish princess continued peeing herself in front of them.
Daisy peed for over a minute, and felt immensely relieved when she was done. "Ahhh, that's better..."
She sat in her puddle of pee for about a minute before Espio said "I'm sorry about your accident, but it's time to continue the game."
Daisy blushed and stood up, her shorts absolutely soaked. "Now that I don't have to pee anymore, you two are in big trouble!"
The score was 12-12. As they went back and forth, Daisy scored twice in a row. The first time was easy because Wario and Waluigi were still too distracted laughing at Daisy's accident. Daisy, meanwhile, was thinking about the game, she'd worry about her embarrassment later. Besides, she almost enjoyed playing in her wet shorts.
Peach and Daisy won that game. There was still some time to go before their fencing match. Daisy drank six bottles of water.
"Aren't you worried you might... um... have another accident?" said Peach.
"I don't think my shorts can get any wetter," said Daisy, "and it wasn't so bad." She giggled, and so did Peach, who, feeling thirsty herself, drank just as much water.
Their fencing match lasted longer than they had expected. They both got eight hits in, but continued to block and avoid each others' attacks. It went on for half an hour, after which both princesses needed to pee again. Their new drinks having gone through them, as well as what was left over after Peach's accident.
"Ahhhhhhh..." sighed Daisy as she peed where she stood, enjoying the warm release as the pee flowed down her legs. The audience laughed but she didn't care. Her shorts were already wet, after all.
Too caught up in the pleasure she took from wetting herself, she forgot about the match, and Peach hit her with the practice sword, knocking her on her butt. Her rear splashed into her puddle.
"Hey, I hadn't finished!" said Daisy, still peeing.
"Peach wins!" said Espio.
"Yes, that's all good, but I really need to go!" said Peach, dropping her sword and holding herself.
"Just go in your shorts," said Daisy as she finished peeing. "They're already wet! And it feels really good!"
"I don't want to do that again," said Peach, and she ran for the bathroom. But, she didn't make it. Again. |
A little idea that I had suddenly, a world where it was totally normal to pee wherever you are. So in this story, told from a first person perspective, the main character inexplicably finds herself transported to a world where nobody pees in a toilet, and she finds that she must acclimate to that lifestyle. Story will contain lots of nonchalant peeing and wetting, though the MC might find herself experiencing some desperation in the future.
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My consciousness starts to return. I shake my head to try and clear the disorientation. The ringing in my ears won’t subside, though. What the hell happened?
Oh right. The mirror. In grandmother’s study. She always told me not to touch it when I was a girl, but today I simply couldn’t resist. I pulled back the sheet which had been covering it and something compelled me to touch the surface of that flamboyant antique. And then… light. Light so brilliant that all my senses went dead.
And now, here I am. Apparently in the middle of a street. Suburbs? I see lots of modest dwellings about- houses of somewhat small size. Not even a story high, yet they were all well taken care of. A middle class neighborhood, if I had to guess. But the question remains, how did I end up here?
I quickly realize in my current state, my skirt is flipped right up, exposing my pink panties to the world. Though no one is around to see them at the moment. There’s two girls skipping rope about forty meters away, though I don’t believe they noticed me. I quickly pull my skirt back down and get on my feet. I fix my shirt and my jacket, trying my best to maintain a dignified appearance.
What happened? How did I get here? My first thought, of course, was that I must be dreaming but this all feels too real. The crisp spring air, the sounds of children playing, the smell of freshly cut grass… and more than that, why would my subconscious mind conjure a setting with which I am totally unfamiliar but contains such explicit detail?
“Oh? Haven’t seen you around here before!”
I turn around. Behind me is a girl with short, blonde hair. She wears it back with a cute, turquoise headband. A little more slender than I am, a little shorter, and has brilliant green eyes. They seem almost like gemstones amidst her pale complexion. She wears a white spaghetti-strap top with two flowers on the front; one red, one blue, along with some jeans shorts.
“Um… I… um…” I stutter stupidly. I’m kind of dumbfounded by how cute this girl is. Her face has childlike features to it and there is a sense of energy around her. I can’t help but feel peppy when I look into her eyes.
“You lost?”
“Well… yeah.” No point in hiding it.
“Thought so.” she says with a smile. “You trying to find any house in particular?”
I’m not sure what to say. Do I tell her that I simply touched a mirror, there was a flash of light, then bam, here I am?
“Well to be honest, I’m not really sure how I got here.”
The girl gives me a worried look. “Well that’s not good. What’s the last thing you remember?”
“I…” I hesitate. I can’t tell her the truth. Not yet. She’ll think I’m nuts. But what do I say? “I just can’t seem to remember at the moment.”
I play the amnesiac. It’s all I have for now.
“You want me to call the cops?”
“N-No!” I say hurriedly. “It’s nothing like that!”
She gives me a worried smile. “Can you tell me your name?”
“Evangeline. You can call me ‘Eva’ though.”
“Pretty name!” she smiles more joyfully, “And my name is Kendra! I live right in that house over there!”
She nods towards a white house to our left. The closest one. Not more than a few meters away.
“Would you like to come in?” she asks. “I just made up some lemonade, if you’d like something to drink.”
“That sounds quite nice, thank you.”
We enter the house and I am greeted with a pristine hallway. It leads into a dining room and kitchen which share most of their space, and to the right, the living room. It was mostly orderly, with the exception of a few articles of clothing which were strewn about the living room. One shirt, two skirts, several socks, bras and at least seven pairs of panties. It’s something I might expect from a guy’s house, but not a girl. The only thing I couldn’t get past was a slight odor. It was faint, but it was there and unmistakeable.
The odor of pee.
“Pardon the mess in the living room,” Kendra laughed, “Wasn’t expecting company or I would have tidied up!”
“It’s no trouble.” I say. “I appreciate you inviting me in.”
She pulls a chair out for me at the table in the dining room, then gets a glass and pours in the lemonade from the pitcher which was sitting on the kitchen counter. Listening to the sound of the ice clink against the glass is enough to remind one of a summer day, not spring. She hands me the glass then proceeds to pour one for herself.
“So.” Kendra says as she sits down in the chair across from me. “What can you tell me about yourself, Eva?”
“Ah…” I say awkwardly, “There’s not a lot to say. I’m a good student, get good grades. I’m on the honor roll at my university and co-captain of the track team.”
“You play a lot of sports?” she says before taking a drink.
“I’ve done mostly track.” I say as I finish a drink of my own. “Hundred meter dash and high jump.”
“Interesting!” Kendra says with that bright smile of hers. “I do cross country! Used to play football but wasn’t getting along with the captain so I ended up quitting.”
“That’s too bad.” I say. “You liked the sport though?”
“Definitely!” Kendra pours herself another glass. “The spirit of competition and all that!”
I finish off my own glass. Not bad for lemonade. A bit sweet for my personal tastes, but I enjoyed the drink.
“I gotta say though,” Kendra says with mild exasperation. “Grades have never been my strong suit. Especially math.”
“Really?” I reply. “I find math to be quite simple.”
“Wha-?” She gives me an almost disgusted look. “Even geometry?”
“Once you understand the basics, it’s all very straightforward.”
“Ugh, I just can’t understand it. How is it so easy for people?”
I shrug. I don’t really have an answer for her, it’s simply one of those things that comes naturally to me.
“I suppose it is what it is.” Kendra sighs. “Maybe we can study together at some point.”
“I’m not sure that’s-“ I stop. Not because I know we don’t go to the same school. Not because I’m worried about revealing my own strange entrance into this mysterious world, but because my ears suddenly pick up the sound of liquid splattering onto the floor.
“What’s wrong?” Kendra asks me.
“Don’t you… hear that?” I check both the drinks. I check the pitcher. Nothing spilled. Yet I know I hear the sound of liquid pouring onto the floor. Specifically, I hear it coming from near the table we’re sitting at. I look down, and there’s a growing puddle around Kendra’s chair, liquid spilling from where she sits. I don’t want to admit it to myself. My mind doesn’t want to accept the only rational explanation. But still, I can’t help but ask the question.
“Are… you… peeing?”
“Yeah.” she responds in a normal voice.
“In your pants?”
“Yes…” Kendra seems genuinely confused by my reaction.
I’m stunned. I don’t have the words. This girl who was kind enough to take me into her house is suddenly peeing in her chair. Now the odor of pee makes sense. This girl must have a lot of accidents. Can it really be called an ‘accident’ though? She seems perfectly fine with what she’s doing.
“What’s with you?” she laughs. “Haven’t you seen someone pee before?”
“W-Well…” my stutter returns as I reply, “I mean… I have… but… you know… in the toilet!”
“You’ve seen someone pee in a toilet?” she asks. “Okay that’s fine but you seem like totally offended when I peed just now.”
“I… I…”
“Okay,” Kendra gets up and gives me a stern look. Her legs are drenched. “What’s the deal with you? I have never seen someone react that way to someone who was simply peeing. I mean, if I peed on you, that would obviously be different, but I didn’t.”
“Do you honestly not pee in the toilet?” I become accusatory in my exasperation.
“Sure, when I have to do the other thing. I mean as long as I’m on there and I have to go.”
“So that’s it? You only pee in the toilet while you’re going number two?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” she holds her hands out as if this should be obvious. “Where the hell have you been living where it’s normal to pee in a toilet?”
I run out of words. At this point, I’ve blown my cover. Is this really a world where peeing in a toilet is a taboo concept?
“Truth. Now. Where are you from?” Kendra give me a serious look.
“I…” I look out the window. I see the two girls from earlier playing, chasing a ball around. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me.”
“You can’t be from this planet if you’re surprised at the sight of someone not peeing in a toilet.” she says with mild sarcasm.
I nod slowly. “All I know is that I touched this mirror in my grandmother’s house. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did. When that happened, there was a flash of light and I found myself lying in the street in front of your house. That’s when I met you.”
“Huh.” Kendra seems to give the matter some thought, then shrugs. “That’s definitely weird, but you have to be from some other world if you always pee in a toilet.”
With all this talking about pee, I soon realize that I have to go.
“So… you believe me?” I ask.
Kendra shrugs. “If I hadn’t seen your reaction, I probably wouldn’t.” She rests her chin upon her fist as she crosses her arms. “Well… do you have any way of getting back to where you came from?”
I shake my head.
“Thought as much.” Kendra heaves a heavy sigh. “Well in case you haven’t already realized it, around here it’s pretty much normal to just pee wherever you are.”
I wince impulsively. I’m an honor student, for crying out loud! The thought of just peeing myself is… is…
“If people see you going to the bathroom a lot, they’ll think you’re either having a severe medical condition or-“
“They’ll think I’m from another world.” I finish her sentence.
Kendra nods. “You seem genuine to me. I believe your story. I actually live here alone and I’ve been looking for a roommate to help me pay the rent here. Trouble is, you’re going to have to get a job.”
I nod slowly.
“And getting a job means… you’re going to have break that bathroom habit of yours.”
I grimace. I don’t like the sound of that at all.
“It’s what you need to do.” she shrugs again. “People do it all the time here. You leave your shift because you need to pee and your boss is gonna get so mad at you.”
“So I just wet myself right there?”
She nods as if that was the obvious answer. “Or if you can’t afford to have wet clothes for the moment, you can take a squat on the floor if you need to.”
I almost scream. I can barely stand the thought of wetting my clothes in front of someone. But showing my stuff to people while I pee on the floor?
Kendra gives me a disappointed look, as if she knows what I’m thinking. “I’m guessing in your world, showing off your lady parts is considered bad too.”
I nod as if it’s obvious.
“Not here.” Kendra says. “In the summer time, it’s not uncommon for people to go around naked. Or in the case of peeing, for someone to just drop their pants and go.”
Then she looks down at my legs. I think she noticed my restlessness.
“You have to go right now?”
I don’t answer. I know what she’ll tell me to do if I say “yes”.
“Come on.” she gestures towards the floor. “Pee.”
“N-No!” I protest.
“You’re gonna have to do it sooner or later.” Kendra says. “I understand it’s weird for you but someone who regularly goes to the bathroom is gonna get a lot more weird looks than someone who pees on the ground!”
In my heart, I know she’s right. If I’m going to fit in, this is a habit I’m going to need to break. So I resign myself.
“So… just… go anywhere?” I ask.
“Pretty much, yeah.” Kendra replies. “I mean, not anything electronic, obviously, or not in the food or drink and not on other people. We’re not animals, after all.”
Easy for you to say. Where I come from, peeing wherever you want is the animalistic behavior. I don’t want to wet myself though. This is the only set of clothes I have with me right now and I’m just nor prepared to ruin them. So… I remove my shoes. I remove my socks. I pull down my skirt and I pull down my panties. I’m standing there naked from the waist down, and Kendra doesn’t even react.
“Not going to pee in your skirt, huh?” she remarks. “Seems like a chore, but I understand.”
I spread my legs apart slightly. To be honest, I’ve never peed like this before, except back when I was very young and my parents let me walk around the backyard naked. In those days, it’s natural that’s I’d simply empty my bladder as I please. But now… suddenly I feel like I’ve gone back in time.
I feel it coming. That feeling of liquid making its way through the passages of my body as I stop holding it in. And then… the sound of liquid striking the hardwood floor beneath me. I look down at my bare body, seeing that stream of pee arc out just slightly. I feel millions of tiny droplets of warmth begin to splatter onto my ankles. I squeeze my skirt and panties in my hand as I accept the disgraceful act which I am performing.
I am peeing on the floor.
Kendra holds out her arms to congratulate me. “See? Nothing to it.”
I smile and nod awkwardly. I didn’t have to go very badly, so there’s not much of a puddle. But still… I feel… tainted. Dirtied. Not only because I just peed on my ankles, and now I can feel it dripping down my thighs, but I just committed an act which I have not done since I was a toddler. It feels immature, childish, and undignified. I subconsciously rub my calves together, as if trying to clean the pee off of them.
“You… all right?” Kendra asks.
“I will be.” I say.
“Trust me. It’ll feel natural in no time.”
“Do you have… like… a towel… or something?” I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t go through the rest of the day knowing there’s pee on my legs.
Kendra sighs. “Yeah, I can get you a towel. You shouldn’t get used to it, though.”
She grabs a rag from the kitchen and hands it to me. I’m starting to realize now just how much of a cultural norm this probably is. Her nose is likely used to the scent of urine that I picked up on the way in. There are no carpets as far as I can see. The couch is made out of some non-absorbent material. None of the chairs have any fabric on them and all the upholstery is raised a few centimeters from the ground. Just enough to avoid puddles.
Still, I accept the towel and quickly wipe off the pee from my legs. I can’t get it off fast enough.
I sigh. Part of me still can’t believe I just got naked and peed in front of someone I had just met. After wiping my feet off, I start putting all my clothes back on.
“So is there anything else I should know about how peeing works here?” I ask.
“Gosh, let me think.” Kendra says. “I’ve never actually had to think about it before.” She looks up towards the ceiling for a few minutes. “Like I said, try not to pee on other people, or near something that could obviously get ruined by it. If you’re like sitting on a table and someone’s phone is next to you, you should probably move away from it before you go. And obviously, if you have to go number two, that needs be done in a toilet. Nobody wants to see that!”
“All right.” I look down at the two puddles. Then I realize that something doesn’t quite add up. If Kendra never pees in the toilet, shouldn’t there be a lot more puddles in this house. As far as I can see, the two we just made are the only ones. “So… how do you… clean it?”
“Clean what?” asked Kendra. “The pee? You clean the floor every morning and every night. Although, I’ll admit I’m more on the lazy side so I only clean every night. No mornings.”
“I see.”
“Yeah, pee can easily stink if you leave it for too long.”
I collapse back into my chair. It slowly starts to sink in just how much of a lifestyle change I’m going to have to make in my time here.
“Well,” Kendra says as she puts a hand on my shoulder, “I get the feeling our time together is going to be very interesting!”
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It begins to get dark, and Kendra gets some extra blankets, sheets and pillows from a closet. From the living room, there’s another hallway where I can see five doors. Two are closets, two are bedrooms, and the last one is the bathroom. I swear it’s the cleanest room in the house.
“So, here’s where you’ll be sleeping.” Kendra says. Honestly though, I can’t get it out of my head how many people might have peed in that bed. “Though starting tomorrow, we should go job hunting for you.”
I nod. It was unavoidable if I was going to live here, and if I was living here freely, I’d start to feel guilty.
“You still look like something’s bothering you.” Kendra says as she looks at my face. I must have been wincing again.
“Well I can’t help but wonder what other kinds of weird things I might see in this world.” I say bluntly. “Am I going to start seeing people whack off in public too?”
Kendra breaks out into laughter. “I wasn’t expecting that! But to answer you, no. Masturbating or having sex in public is quite illegal.”
“At least that’s the same…” I mumble.
“Come on.” she pulls me around the hips. “Let’s go have dinner. I was planning on having soup and sandwiches tonight so there should be enough for two!”
We head to the kitchen and she pulls out a can of tomato soup, as well as a loaf of bread, some Swiss cheese, a few cold cuts, lettuce, tomato slices, dijon mustard and mayonnaise. A simple meal, but I’m not expecting a banquet here.
Once everything is out, she goes to the sink and washes her hands. It’s hard to wrap my head around it, but as weird as this ‘no-toilet’ thing is, there are still sanitation issues that she’s acknowledging. In my mind, it seems like a contradiction, and yet…
Well whatever. She quickly dumps the soup out into a pot and adds some milk to it. Once it’s heating on the stove, Kendra goes to work on making the sandwiches.
“So I’m curious.” she says to me. “Do you pee in a toilet every day or something?”
“Usually multiple times a day.” I reply. I try to watch my tone this time, as I realize that my habits are likely just as weird to her.
She chuckles softly. “I just can’t imagine that. Needing to drop everything just to go pee.”
“And I can’t imagine a place like school where everyone is just peeing in their pants in the middle of class.”
“It’s an every day thing.” Kendra replies matter-of-factly.
The reality is I’m not sure if I could ever do this in public. I almost dread the next day as I know the situation will come up. Perhaps I can avoid by not drinking anything until we get home. I imagine being out in a public square, or in the middle of an interview, and being expected to just… go. With only Kendra here, I can bear it, but in the presence of random strangers?
“You’ll get used it.” Kendra reassures me. “You’ll realize that no one is judging you, no one cares about seeing your naughty bits.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” I say as I sit down on the couch and remove my shoes. Before me is a large shelf which has a TV in it. Roughly one meter in length. A good size. Then I notice the movies that Kendra has. Star Trek, Starship Troopers, Lord of the Rings. Kendra was a bit of a nerd, wasn’t she? More than that, this universe seemed to have most of the same media names as her own world.
Kendra comes over and sits down next to me. As she does, she starts to strip off her shorts and her panties. I blush a little as I look over at her bare body. She has some abs. Overall, she seems pretty physically fit. I do my best to maintain my own figure, but I look nothing like that.
“So, you have a movie you want to watch?” she asks me.
“Um, not really. What would you suggest?”
“Have you heard of Lord of the Rings in your world?”
“The name sounds familiar.”
“It’s great!” she says excitedly. “I’ll show you the first one while the soup is cooking!”
She gets up and sticks in the DVD, the returns to her spot on the couch. As the movie goes on, the setting, the characters, everything seems to be the same as I knew it, though I was never much of a fan of fantasy movies like this. Still, I was expecting to see more… well… pee. But even twenty minutes in, there was nothing weird.
As we watch, the sound of liquid spilling begins to fill the room again. I look over to my left at Kendra, who has her legs spread apart, and between them is a strong stream of pee flowing outward.
She doesn’t react at all. She just casually watches the movie while she continues to pee on the floor from the couch. Despite the movie, the only thing I can watch is Kendra’s pee start to puddle up onto the floor below.
Watching her, of course, makes me need to pee. That lemonade from earlier finally made its way to its destination. And I wonder this time what I should do. Last time I simply stripped down and peed on the floor, but I know I’m going to feel way too self-conscious to do that in public tomorrow. I am going to have to get used to not stopping whatever it is I’m doing and just… go.
Yes, as gross as it sounds, it is something I need to adapt to. And so… I relax my bladder muscles again. Nothing comes out. I know I need to pee, but nothing is coming out. My heart starts to beat faster and my breath grows ragged. It’s taking effort to pee. What the hell?
“All right, I’m gonna go check on the soup. Should be ready soon.” Kendra rises from her seat, her bare bottom dripping with pee again. Beside me is nice puddle which formed in the indent of the place where she sat. Most of her pee seems to be running along the cracks in the couch and conveniently drains out onto the floor. Is there a science to these couches created so that one doesn’t have to sit in their own pee for too long?
Putting that thought aside, I get up and go to the kitchen with Kendra. Perhaps if I’m standing, I’ll have an easier time peeing my panties.
“I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, if I haven’t already said it.”
“It’s my pleasure.” Kendra answers. “If some weirdo found you, who knows what would have happened?”
I nod in agreement. Kendra almost seems like a godsend, given my unusual circumstance. I look at the soup, which is beginning to boil now. I realize I’m getting hungry and I don’t want to wait any longer. I sure could use something to munch on.
My bladder pings me again, trying to let out its contents. I spread my legs slightly again and try to pee. Apparently my bladder doesn’t realize the contradiction here, as I attempt to go but nothing comes out. I give a slight push, letting out the smallest breath as I do so. And finally, it comes.
It begins as a small patch of warmth along my crotch, but it quickly turns to the feeling of liquid as everything gushes out. I can feel it trying to escape through the gap between my panties and my legs, unsure if it wants to travel down my thighs or just drip down. Then the sound. The sound of liquid striking the hardwoods as my pee is absorbed through my panties. Finally, I can stop giving effort, as my body starts to pee on its own.
Kendra doesn’t seem to notice at first, as she continues to stir the soup. Then, after a few seconds, she perks up.
“Ah, you decided to pee your panties this time.”
I nod with a bashful smile on my face. I find myself hoping that I didn’t get any on my skirt, but I think the position I’m in is ideal for making sure all the pee goes straight down. However, I’m sure my socks are getting drenched. I can feel it starting to pool up inside of them.
“Well, you’re getting there.” Kendra pats me on the shoulder. “Before long, you’ll probably wonder why you ever bothered peeing in a toilet!” she gives a small laugh.
I still feel disgusting. This should be something I do. Can I really get used to just peeing as soon as I need to go? It was going to a very difficult adjustment. But maybe, with Kendra’s support, I just might get through it. |
Some of my higher quality omorashi stories revolving around the ponies of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I originally wrote these on fimfiction.net, and put them here for someone who would enjoy them. Though this is with ponies rather than humans, they will all be wearing outfits for it.
Note: Rarity's chapter had a few fart scenes so I removed them in case they're a turn-off for any of you. If anyone wants them with the fart scenes, let me know and I'll link you to the original.
Also, the formula may seem repetitive. That's why on fimfiction I had to make them chapters of the same story. Since it merges replies I had to do it all in one post.
One last note: I didn't do one for Applejack cause I don't usually fetishize her. I don't know why. But I did all the other Main 6, so if you have a specific taste for any of them, each has her own high-quality story. And if you like all of them in these situations, read every chapter!
Rarity's Desperation
On a hot summer day in Ponyville, Rainbow Dash and Applejack had asked Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie to compete alongside them in a six-pony relay race.
Pinkie Pie entered immediately because she knew it would be fun. Twilight had never run a relay race before and was interested to try it out. Fluttershy felt confident about it as well, probably because there were five other ponies to share the spotlight with her.
Rarity wasn't usually into sports, but didn't want to let her friends down, so she agreed to enter - on the condition that they enter in style! Before the race she fashioned sparkly racing outfits for them resembling skintight shorts and matching midriff tank tops. Rarity's were purple, Twilight's were dark blue, Rainbow Dash's were a shade of blue darker than her but lighter than Twilight's outfit, Applejack's was red, Fluttershy's was green, and Pinkie Pie's was dark pink. These outfits were sporty yet lovely.
Before the race, Rarity had drank 10 cups of tea. She made her way to the racetrack, where the Main 6 would be racing against one of the other seven teams in the race first (all of which consisted mostly of background ponies). It was a hot day, so Rarity drank several bottles of water, as did Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy, while waiting half an hour for all the ponies to arrive, and the race to begin.
At the start of the race, they were positioned: Pinkie Pie, Twilight, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash. As soon as the announcer - Spike - said "Go", Pinkie Pie began running, and reached Twilight before the other pony did, carrying the stick in her mouth and throwing it to her. Twilight got to Fluttershy, who got to Rarity, who ran as fast as she could.
It was a full racetrack with quite a bit of distance to cover, but Rarity reached Applejack well ahead of the other pony, and it wasn't long before Applejack and Rainbow Dash finished the race.
All of them were exhausted and a little sweaty, but satisfied that they won the race and would advance to the semifinals. They drank a lot more water while they watched the other teams race.
After the second race, Fluttershy quietly said "I'll be right back," and ran into one of the many outhouses on the racetrack.
"I really gotta pee too!" said Pinkie Pie, and she ran into another.
Now that they mentioned it, Rarity was feeling the urge to pee as well, but she brushed it off. She didn't like using public bathrooms or outhouses. She thought they were absolutely filthy from how many ponies would use them, and not knowing whether they had been cleaned properly. She'd rather hold it.
After the last two races, 20 minutes went by so the ponies could relax and be ready for the next race. Rarity fidgeted a bit, the need to pee growing heavier.
"You all right there Rares?" said Applejack.
"I'm fine," said Rarity.
After the 20 minutes, it was decided Rarity's team would, again, race first. They positioned themselves the same as last time, and raced just as well as last time.
When it was Rarity's turn, she ran faster than before, trying to hide her desperation, though the pressure in her bladder was much heavier than before.
Rarity's team won the race again. She was even hotter and sweatier than before; her outfit was damp now. The other ponies drank several bottles of water. Rarity's screaming bladder told her not to do the same, but she was very hot and thirsty, so she had no choice but to drink five bottles of water.
The Main 6 sat on the sidelines while the other two teams raced, knowing that whichever team won would be their next opponent. Rarity really needed to go, fidgeting harder now.
"I gotta go to the bathroom," said Rainbow Dash, and she ran to an outhouse. Twilight, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie each ran into another. Fluttershy was fine for the moment, she hadn't drank as much water as Pinkie Pie did. Rarity was in desperate need of a bathroom, but still wouldn't use the "filthy" outhouses.
When Rainbow Dash, Twilight, Applejack, and Pinkie returned, Applejack noticed Rarity fidgeting, and the pained look on her face.
"Ya know, if you need to go to the bathroom, why don't you just go? There's plenty of outhouses over there."
Rarity blushed. "I'm fine, thank you."
"You're gonna want to go before the next race," said Twilight. "All that water you've been drinking."
"I don't like public bathrooms, especially outhouses," said Rarity. "So filthy. Not very clean."
"So you'd rather risk wettin' yourself than use one?" said Applejack. "That wouldn't be much cleaner."
"Actually, urine is sterile," said Twilight.
"Yeah, but wetting yourself in front of HUNDREDS of ponies would be, like, the most embarrassing thing EVER!" said Pinkie Pie. "I know. I've done it once. In those cute teal shorts you made for me, Rarity."
"Oh my, I know I'd never be able to stand it," said Fluttershy.
"I can hold it," said Rarity, although she really didn't look it.
"If you say so," said Rainbow Dash. "But don't whine too much if you have an accident in your racing shorts!"
Once the race was done, there was a 30-minute wait for the next race, in which the ponies could relax, drink water, have a quick snack (nothing too big right before running), or go to the bathroom if they needed to.
Rarity began squirming even harder. She could feel the pee sloshing around inside her. By now the heat had dried the sweat off her outfit, but she was feeling very hot and thirsty again, so she couldn't help but drink more bottles of water, even though she knew she'd regret it later.
The other ponies drank more water, and Pinkie Pie ran to the bathroom twice more, while Fluttershy did so once. Rainbow Dash didn't, although she had drank nearly as much as Pinkie Pie.
"See Rarity? Even Fluttershy's not afraid to use the bathrooms here," said Twilight as soon as Fluttershy had disappeared behind the outhouse door.
The pressure grew heavier, and Rarity crossed her legs and fidgeted harder, a pained look on her face.
"Rares, just go," said Applejack. "Make a dash for one of those outhouses. I'm pretty sure they clean them every night."
Rarity considered it. She wasn't sure she could make it through the next race and then back to her home, after they claimed either their gold or silver trophy. But...
"No, I can't. Still too filthy."
Rainbow Dash chuckled at how stubborn Rarity was being. "Hey, if you wet yourself, you can always go for a swim with me in a river. Maybe a really fast raging river, that ends in a waterfall!"
Rarity was feeling more uncomfortable the longer Rainbow Dash spoke.
"Yeah, then we can splash down the waterfall together! Or, I could make it rain on you! I'll grab a big raincloud, and kick it, and there'll be lots of rain! I can almost hear the sound of raindrops already, splashing on the ground and making puddles!"
Rarity whimpered as she felt a bit of pee leak into her shorts and crossed her legs even tighter, still fidgeting.
"Rainbow, quit it!" said Applejack. "That ain't funny."
"How would you feel if you were in her position?" said Twilight.
"It's her own fault for not wanting to use the bathrooms here," said Rainbow Dash. "But... I wouldn't like it very much, so I'll stop." She considered startling Rarity into wetting herself with a thundercloud, or tickling her, but she knew Rarity and the others wouldn't like it. Except maybe Pinkie Pie, she'd just piss her own shorts from laughing too hard.
After what felt like hours for Rarity, the final race was about to begin. As Rarity stood up to go to her position, she felt herself become even more desperate from standing up. She felt like she was about to burst as she walked to her spot, which, most inconveniently for her, was the fourth spot, so she had quite a ways to walk. She sprinted the rest of the way there, hoping it wouldn't tire her out for the race. She really, REALLY needed to go, and she wasn't sure she was going to make it.
"On your marks... get set... GO!"
Rarity stood doing the pee dance while waiting for Fluttershy to reach her. She knew hundreds of ponies were watching, but didn't care. Besides, she was trusting on the pony who was running to get all the attention so no one would be looking at her until it was her turn.
Fluttershy ran faster than usual, motivated by wanting Rarity to make it to a bathroom. As soon as she reached her, she threw the stick to her.
Rarity tried to catch it in her mouth, but missed, and it fell to the ground.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Rarity," said Fluttershy.
"It's all right darling," said Rarity, trying not to sound tense. "I'm the one who missed it."
She picked up the stick and ran so fast she looked as though she could have beaten Rainbow Dash and Applejcak in a race. She needed to pee so badly that she ran faster than she ever thought she could, as if she was running toward a bathroom itself, for it was only once the race was done and they had claimed their trophy that she could get back home and use her very clean bathroom.
She reached Applejack and threw the stick to her. Applejack caught it easily, and as she ran toward Rainbow Dash, Rarity sat down, more tired than ever and dripping with sweat. She crossed her legs and fidgeted as Applejack threw the stick to Rainbow Dash, who finished the race, beating the other team by a landslide.
"Team Rainbow Dash wins!" said Spike. Rainbow Dash and Applejack had decided through hoof-wrestling who to name their team after.
Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Twilight, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie walked over to Rarity.
"You take your trophy," said Rarity, who was unable to keep her desperation out of her voice. "I don't think I can stand up, unless I'm running home. Tell them I'm just too tired after running so fast." Which was almost true.
The other five ponies stood on the podium to take their trophy. Rarity watched while squirming where she sat. She wished she could have been on the podium for the ponies to see her sparkly outfit in her victory, but she knew if she stood up for any reason other than to run home, she'd have an accident in front of all the ponies.
She considered making a break for it now, but she wanted to wait until the victory ceremony was over. Only ten seconds later, Rarity felt herself dribbling, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. She decided to run back home NOW. Her friends would understand.
Before she could even stand up, however, she felt a steady stream of pee make its way out of her into her shorts, which did not let up. Rarity tried hard to stop, but she couldn't. Rarity was peeing herself, in front of hundreds of ponies. She whimpered and blushed beet red with embarrassment as her shorts grew wetter and wetter, and a puddle formed around her butt.
As she continued to wet herself, Rarity felt two things at once. The first was shock at wetting herself for the first time since, as long as she could remember. For such a popular and feminine pony such as her to pee herself like a little filly was the biggest humiliation she had ever experienced. The second feeling was relief at finally letting go, and if it wasn't so embarrassing and unladylike, part of her might have enjoyed the feeling. She even sighed in relief, against her will.
Her friends came running back toward her.
"All right Rarity, you can..." Twilight stopped at the sight of Rarity sitting in a puddle that was still growing.
"Oh my," said Fluttershy, blushing.
"Hoo, Rarity," said Applejack rather loudly. "Y'all must've been runnin' really fast to be sweatin' that much."
"Really?" said Pinkie Pie. "Cause it looks to me like she's..."
Twilight elbowed her. "We know," she whispered. "We just don't want all the other ponies to know that, so she can feel better about it."
"Oooooohhh," said Pinkie.
"I've never seen such a big puddle of sweat," said Rainbow Dash. "Way to win the race for us, Rares!"
Now that Rarity came to think about it, her sparkly purple outfit was already soaked with sweat, so only those who were really close could tell that she was peeing herself. She was sure her friends knew, but even Rainbow Dash wasn't laughing at her, and they were covering it up. Also, all the ponies had to have been looking at Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and the others because they were on the podium claiming their prize. Because of all the water she drank her pee didn't even smell so it would be easy to hide on the way back. This wasn't as bad as she had thought.
Rarity peed for about a minute and 45 seconds, and felt much better once she was done. She was still blushing lightly with embarrassment, but Applejack helped her to her feet.
"You all go on ahead," said Rainbow Dash, tossing her trophy to Applejack. "I gotta go to the bathroom."
Rainbow Dash entered one of the outhouses. Like the other ponies, her shorts were soaked with sweat too. She sat on the toilet and began peeing through her shorts into it.
"Ahhhhhhh." Rainbow Dash loved the feeling of this, and her shorts were already wet so who cares?
Rainbow Dash's Desperation
Rainbow Dash was ready to do another Iron Pony competition with Applejack, this time agreeing to not use her wings.
It was a hot summer day rather than fall, so Rainbow Dash had a big glass of water after doing her stretches.
As usual, Twilight kept score and Spike was the announcer.
At the end of each event, Rainbow Dash and Applejack drank a mug of cider, for they were very hot and sweaty after each one.
Rainbow didn't use her wings for any of the events. They were tied by the time of the final event, which was a tug of war. After a few seconds, Applejack pulled Rainbow Dash into the mud. Rainbow Dash was disappointed, but was a good sport this time.
After drinking one last cider, she said "I should be going to the Wonderbolt show now!"
After taking a bath at home, she put on her Wonderbolt outfit and flew to the arena in Manehattan where they would be performing. Having flown very fast, she arrived early. She was thirsty after this flight on a hot day, so she drank two more glasses of water.
By the time the show was about to begin, Rainbow Dash started to feel pressure on her bladder. The cider she had drank had gone through her. But, she wasn't too concerned. She was sure she could hold it. She'd held it for a long time before. Though she hadn't had that much to drink then.
The Wonderbolts began performing with spectacular flying moves. Rainbow Dash did all of her techniques perfectly at first, although as the time went by she started to become more uncomfortable. She nearly slipped up on one move, but was able to finish the show.
Next came a race, which the rich ponies would bet on. The ponies got to the start line, and Rainbow tried not to fidget. At the sound of the horn, the Wonderbolts took off to fly around the racetrack. Rainbow Dash flew the fastest, from a combination of being the fastest pegasus and her need to pee, and won the race, to the thunderous applause of the audience.
After flying to the center of the arena and bowing to the audience, the show was over, much to Rainbow Dash's relief.
Rather than use a bathroom at the arena, Rainbow flew back to her house at top speed. By the time she was home, her Wonderbolt outfit was soaked in sweat. She peeled her outfit off and drank five glasses of water, until she was feeling cooler and less thirsty.
Yes, this seemed a foolish thing to do when she needed to pee, but she could use her bathroom now.
She had just turned in the direction of her bathroom when she caught a glimpse of a clock. It was 1:55 PM. With a jolt, she remembered that she was to fly alongside Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps in an aerial relay race at Cloudsdale in five minutes!
She quickly changed into the sports outfit Rarity had fashioned for her - a skintight pair of dark blue shorts with a white tank top. She had just reached the door when she remembered she still had to go to the bathroom. After thinking it over for a few seconds, she took off toward Cloudsdale. Surely such an awesome pony as her could hold it, plus it might make her fly faster!
She reached Cloudsdale, where Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps waited for her. They wore similar outfits of Rarity's design, except Fluttershy's shorts were green and Bulk Biceps's were gray.
"Are you ready to win the relay race?" said Fluttershy, who was confident in Rainbow Dash's speed.
"Do you have to ask?" said Rainbow Dash. She felt confident until the pressure in her bladder grew heavier, and she started to look more uncomfortable. She crossed her legs, sweating a bit.
"Oh my," said Fluttershy. "After that flight here you're probably really hot and thirsty." She quickly got Rainbow Dash a big glass of water.
Rainbow Dash was reluctant. She really needed to go, and more water wouldn't help her hold it. But, she was feeling thirsty, so she drank it without complaint.
"How much longer before the race begins?" said Rainbow Dash as she sat down, fidgeting a little.
"RIGHT NOW!" said Bulk Biceps.
Their opponents - Hoops, Score, and Dumb Bell - came in. They weren't wearing any sports outfits, and Rainbow wished at this point that Rarity hadn't insisted she and her team do so, for losing control without wearing an outfit, as embarrassing as it would be, would be preferable to if she was wearing one when it happened.
Rainbow braced herself for the jocks to notice how desperate she was and make fun of her, but they didn't. She had forgotten, they respected her now after witnessing her Sonic Rainboom.
The six pegasi got to their positions for the race. Rainbow Dash was to be the third to fly, and as soon as she reached her position, she crossed her legs, a pained expression on her face.
Bulk Biceps took a while to get to Fluttershy, and Rainbow fidgeted harder. The sooner she finished this race the sooner she could find a bathroom!
Fluttershy flew as fast as she could towards Rainbow Dash once it was her turn. She could tell how desperate Rainbow Dash was and wanted her to make it. She was dripping with sweat when she reached Rainbow Dash and gave her the horseshoe.
As she took the horseshoe, Rainbow uncrossed her legs, feeling a lot more uncomfortable. She flew as fast as her wings could carry her, reaching the finish within seconds.
"Team Rainbow wins!" said the announcer.
Rainbow Dash would normally express delight at winning a race, but she needed to pee too badly to feel anything else right now. She was about to fly off toward the bathroom, when she remembered she had to claim her trophy. Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps were already on the winners' platform, so Rainbow zipped over there, doing the pee dance. A few of the pegasi in the audience snickered, but she didn't care.
"Fluttershy, can you take the trophy?" said Rainbow Dash. "I really have to go!"
"Of course, Rainbow Dash," said Fluttershy. "Then you'll be set to race Applejack!"
Rainbow had completely forgotten that she and Applejack were going to race on a big racetrack, which took about a minute for even a fast pony like her to run a single lap. Flying would be a snap, but she promised she wouldn't use her wings. And, at Rainbow Dash's suggestion, they were to run 30 laps.
But, what was she worried about? All she had to do was use the bathroom here and she'd be fine for the entire race.
As soon as the trophy was presented to Rainbow Dash, she handed it to Fluttershy and made a break for the nearest bathroom. Rainbow could almost feel the relief already.
Until she saw ten ponies in line for the bathroom. Rainbow groaned, and put both hooves on her crotch. She could feel her desperation increase as the minutes went by, feeling like hours to her.
Somehow, each pony in front of her took at least two minutes before exiting the outhouse. Rainbow squirmed harder, and looked at the clock. It was getting close to 2:30, the time of her race with Applejack.
By the time there were three ponies in front of her, it was 2:29. Rainbow knew she'd be late for the race if she waited for the other three ponies. Letting out a frustrated yell, she took off toward the racetrack. Her desperation drove her to fly faster than she ever had before without doing a Sonic Rainboom.
She arrived at the racetrack, where Applejack was waiting. Her shorts were soaked and at first she thought she had peed herself mid-flight, until she realized it was sweat. Of course, with how much she needed to pee, if she wet herself now it would still be very noticeable.
"Ah was beginnin' to think you wouldn't show," said Applejack. "Here, have some cider."
Rainbow didn't think twice. She was so thirsty after her race and flight that she drank five cups of cider.
"That cider's real good on a hot day," said Applejack. "Course, drinkin' too much of it at once makes you gotta pee real bad. While you were doin' your Wonderbolt show I was peein' for probably close to a minute. I ain't never peed for so long, but it felt so good..."
"QUIET!" said Rainbow Dash as she leaked a bit into her shorts. But as they were already wet, this wasn't noticeable.
"Right, let's race."
Rainbow Dash and Applejack stood at the starting line, with Big McIntosh and Apple Bloom there to keep score of them, respectively, and Granny Smith as the announcer.
"Ready... get set... and go!" said Granny Smith.
Rainbow Dash and Applejack ran. Rainbow was tired from her previous competitions, but she still had to go to the bathroom really badly, and that made her run faster than she ever had in her life, desperate to finish the race and use the outhouse in the area.
Applejack was surprised as Rainbow ran by her again. And again. And again. They were usually evenly matched. Why was Rainbow suddenly faster on foot? Was she using her wings? Nope. Next time she ran by, Applejack saw clearly she was running.
As fast as she ran, the race seemed to go on forever. Her bladder was still throbbing, still more full than it had ever been. She wished she hadn't set the race to run so many laps.
"EYYYYUP!" said Big McIntosh as loud as he could, once Rainbow had crossed the finish line for the 30th time. She was exhausted, panting, and dripping with sweat, so much that if she peed right there no one would notice.
Applejack continued running for sport, waiting for Apple Bloom to signal her crossing the final time.
Rainbow Dash drank 10 mugs of cider, not caring how it would affect her later, for she could now use the outhouse. But she was so tired, she wanted to rest first. With the cool cider she drank, she stopped sweating, and before long the summer heat turned her sweaty outfit from wet to damp.
Then, just as Apple Bloom said "Applejack gets second place!", Rainbow became aware of her full bladder again. She was about to run toward the outhouse, when Applejack ran in front of her, panting and sweaty.
"Wow, you've gotten a lot faster since the last time," said Applejack.
"Well, I haven't gone to the bathroom since our Iron Pony competition and I REALLY need to go!" said Rainbow Dash.
At that moment, the train arrived at the nearby train track. "All aboard for Appleoosa," said the conductor.
"We'd better get goin'," said Applejack. "Or else we're gonna be late for our buckball game against Braeburn."
Rainbow cringed. In her desperation she had forgotten that she and Applejack were playing against Braeburn's team at Appleoosa again. Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were better players than them, but Fluttershy didn't want to do more than one athletic event in one day, and Pinkie Pie was busy babysitting the Cake twins.
"All right, I'll be on the train in a minute," said Rainbow Dash, and she started to fly toward the outhouse, but Applejack grabbed her tail and held her back.
"We don't wanna miss the train. You can use the bathroom there."
Rainbow Dash reluctantly boarded the train with Applejack. As soon as it was in motion, she ran toward its bathroom, but to her horror it had an "Out of Order" sign on it. Rainbow rushed over to Applejack, sat down next to her, and started fidgeting hard.
"What's wrong with the bathroom?" said Applejack.
"It's out of order!" said Rainbow Dash through gritted teeth. "Why couldn't you let me use the outhouse at the racetrack and then fly to Appleoosa?"
"Cause you're exhausted from the race. You'll need to rest a bit if we're gonna beat Braeburn."
"I can't play if I have to pee this badly!"
"There'll be a bathroom there you can use, if you can hold it till then."
"And if I can't?"
"Then ah hope wet shorts won't affect your performance."
Rainbow was now wishing she had peed herself when her shorts were soaked. In minutes the sweat had completely dried off her. All the extra drinks she had taken were starting to catch up to her now. Rainbow was more desperate than she had ever been in her life. She whimpered and fidgeted hard, her legs crossed tight.
The train ride took an hour, but it felt like an eternity to Rainbow Dash, who could feel the pressure grow heavier and heavier with each passing minute. She could feel waves of pee sloshing around inside her, and wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it.
"Hang in there Rainbow Dash," said Applejack as they got closer to Appleoosa. "We're almost there."
Finally, they reached Appleoosa. As soon as they were out, Rainbow Dash ran to the nearest outhouse. It was occupied. Frantically doing the pee dance, she banged on the door, but the pony inside wouldn't come out, so she ran to the arena where they were playing buckball. This arena had a full bathroom to it, so Rainbow Dash entered it. To her dismay, every stall was full.
"OH COME ON!" she said. She felt herself leak a little, and whimpered.
Rainbow did the pee dance again as she waited for one of the ponies to get out of the stall.
"HURRY UP IN THERE!" she cried as she leaked again.
After about five minutes, the toilet flushed, and Rainbow started to feel better. At long last, she was finally going to get the relief she needed. It would feel so good to finally let it all out.
But before the stall door opened, Applejack came running in and said "Ah hope you already went to the bathroom, cause the game's startin' now!"
"Just give me one minute!" said Rainbow Dash as a pony came out of the stall whose toilet had just flushed.
"We don't have a minute," said Applejack, and she pulled Rainbow Dash into the buckball arena.
Rainbow Dash reluctantly got in position next to the basket, and the game was on.
The entire time, Rainbow had both her hooves on her crotch. Between the fact that she was hardly moving, and that a cloud had blocked the sun, cooling the weather drastically, Rainbow Dash was not sweating. The only dampness on her shorts was from when she had leaked earlier. Rainbow hoped that it would rain so that she could pee without anyone noticing, and then play seriously. However, the cloud was not a raincloud, and was the only cloud in the sky.
Rainbow was so focused on holding it that she let several goals into the basket.
"Hey, Rainbow! Try harder!" said Applejack.
"But I REALLY have to go!" said Rainbow Dash, tearing up a bit.
"If anyone can hold it and still play, it's you."
Applejack couldn't possibly understand how badly Rainbow Dash needed to pee right now. She had drank more water and cider than she would have thought possible, and was sure that it had all gone through her now. Her bladder was throbbing, and she felt like she was about to burst.
But, Applejack's words gave her the confidence to try.
She was afraid that if she stopped holding herself she'd have an accident in her shorts. So, she decided to use every other part of her to try to block the ball.
When the ball came flying toward her basket, Rainbow kicked it. This put a bit extra pressure on her, and she didn't want to kick again. The next time, she used her wing, which hurt a little from the force the ball was flying at, causing her to go off balance for a bit. Next time she saved with her head, and felt a little dizzy afterwards. Usually it wouldn't bother her, but she knew it wouldn't help her current situation.
As the ball came flying at her again, Rainbow Dash turned around and hit the ball with her butt. This sent an unexpected jolt through her bladder and she leaked for three seconds. Her shorts had a bigger wet spot on them now, and she hoped they were dark enough that ponies couldn't tell from a distance.
She let out a whimper of surprise as the ball hit her in the butt again, causing her to leak a little more.
"That tush seems to be doin' the trick," said Applejack as she kicked the ball into a basket.
"But it's making me pee a little!" said Rainbow Dash, blushing lightly.
"I'm real sorry sugarcube, but can you try to save that way for a little while longer? Ah promise you can have all the cider you want today."
"Deal!" said Rainbow Dash, though she was still in desperate need of a bathroom.
Rainbow hit the ball with her rump a few more times, still holding herself with both hooves and still extremely desperate to pee. Every few hits would make Rainbow leak a bit more into her shorts, making them wetter each time. Eventually she got so desperate she could hardly move, and missed the ball a few times. Applejack was annoyed, but seeing how desperate Rainbow Dash was, and how wet she was already, she felt sorry for her and didn't give her a hard time.
At long last, the game was over.
"Braeburn's team wins!" said the announcer.
Rainbow Dash didn't care that she had lost. All she wanted was to go to the bathroom NOW!
She ran to the arena bathroom as fast as she could, dribbling the entire way. Upon entering the bathroom, she saw that all the stalls were full, again. She frantically did the pee dance waiting for the ponies to come out.
After a five-second leak, she said "Screw it" and ran outside toward the outhouse, her shorts getting even wetter as she dribbled more.
By the time she reached the outhouse, the spurts had become a steady stream that wouldn't stop. Rainbow tried to open the outhouse door, but it was locked. At that moment, seemingly with the knowledge that she had no access to any bathrooms, she stopped holding it in and lost complete control.
Rainbow's stream grew harder as she began peeing full force. Her shorts became soaked in a matter of seconds, and her stream passed through them to the ground below her, while at the same time, rivers of pee flowed down her legs in torrents. A massive puddle grew under her.
Rainbow couldn't believe what was happening. She, the fastest flyer in all of Equestria, one of the Wonderbolts, and one of the saviors of Equestria, was wetting herself uncontrollably. Ponies were staring at her, and she blushed with embarrassment, all too aware of the hissing sound emanating from her and the rapidly expanding puddle she was standing in.
She couldn't stand anymore, and sat down, her rear end splashing into her puddle, and still peeing. As humiliating as this was, she couldn't deny the relief felt really good after holding so much in for so long. The warm wetness that soaked her lower half also felt good too. Almost... arousing.
"Ahhhhhh, that's better," said Rainbow Dash, still peeing.
Applejack ran over to Rainbow Dash, stepping in her puddle, backing away, and staring at the pegasus as she continued to soak herself, blushing but looking as though she was enjoying it. She felt bad for Rainbow Dash, and wished she had let her go before the game, delaying the game just a minute to spare Rainbow Dash total humiliation. Except... Dashie looked like she was having fun wetting herself.
She peed for just under three minutes, at the end of which she was sitting in a huge puddle and her cute skintight shorts were completely drenched. She let out an immense sigh of relief now that her bladder was completely empty. Then the realization that she had peed herself in front of several ponies, including Applejack, hit her, and she blushed beet red.
"It's all right Rainbow Dash," said Applejack, and she helped the pee-soaked mare get to her feet. "Let's get you home."
They boarded the train that went back to Ponyville. There were no other ponies in the car. Rainbow Dash sat in her wet shorts, still feeling ashamed.
"I'm sorry ah wouldn't let you go before," said Applejack.
"It's all right," said Rainbow Dash. She was still embarrassed, but she had secretly enjoyed the feeling of peeing herself, and now she knew Applejack wouldn't think any less of her for it.
"Remember our deal. You can have all the cider you want today."
Rainbow Dash was feeling much better already.
When they reached Ponyville, Rainbow Dash flew high in the air to Sweet Apple Acres, avoiding being seen. Afterward, she drank 20 cups of cider.
When Rainbow returned to her house, she felt she needed to pee again. Though not nearly as badly as last time, she sat on the toilet, without pulling her shorts down, and began peeing.
Fluttershy's Desperation
Fluttershy chugged down glass after glass of water.
It was a hot summer day, and she had just finished a game of buckball with Rainbow Dash and Applejack, with Pinkie Pie on her team. So, naturally, she was very thirsty. Applejack poured several cups of cider from a barrel she brought with her, and they all drank several cups of cider. Fluttershy drank ten glasses of water and six cups of cider.
After shaking Rainbow Dash's hoof, Fluttershy returned to her cottage to feed her pets, and see that they were all doing all right. This took about a half hour.
Once she was done, she made her way to the train station, for she had volunteered to enter Rarity's fashion show in Manehattan. She felt nervous about going onstage, but at least this time she knew there would be many other ponies onstage with her, which was a lot easier for her, since she didn't have much difficulty with the fashion show alongside her friends for the dresses Rarity designed for the gala.
Fluttershy and Rarity sat together on the train as it started its journey to Manehattan. Only a few minutes into the train ride, did Fluttershy realize she needed to pee. She realized that she had forgotten to take her morning pee today, and all she had drank after the buckball game had gone through her. She held it in, too shy to tell Rarity she needed to use the bathroom, and hoping she'd get the chance at Manehattan.
They reached Manehattan, and went to the building where the fashion show was taking place. Fluttershy glanced toward a bathroom they walked by, but was too shy to ask Rarity to stop.
Rarity showed Fluttershy and two other mares the outfits they were to wear. The other two mares picked their outfits first, leaving Fluttershy with a skintight sparkly purple bodysuit. Fluttershy put it on with difficulty, concealing her need to pee.
Rarity's team would be going onstage last, with four other sets of ponies going before her. The fourth of which was Suri Polomare's team. As Suri walked by Rarity after her turn, she sneered at her and said "Your stupid outfits will never beat mine." She kicked Fluttershy in the butt, nearly causing her to lose it, but she held it in.
Fluttershy and the other mares went onstage. Fluttershy was very nervous. She knew the attention would be shared with the ponies on either side of her, but if she peed in Rarity's outfit onstage, it would be unbelievable humiliation for her!
Soon, she walked off the stage, and Prim Hemline declared Rarity the winner. As Rarity took her trophy, Fluttershy seized the opportunity and ran to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, she saw to her dismay that the stalls were all full. Fluttershy didn't want to keep Rarity waiting, so after waiting for about half a minute, she ran back outside to rejoin Rarity.
Fluttershy was very uncomfortable for the train ride back. Rarity didn't notice, because she was too satisfied at having won the fashion show, and Fluttershy was concealing her desperation, trying hard not to fidget.
"Fluttershy, darling, you can change out of that outfit if you want," said Rarity. "It is a hot day."
"Um..." Fluttershy hadn't removed it because she was afraid she might pee if she tried to take it off. But, she wanted to hide her desperation. "I want to wear this all day as a symbol of how amazing your fashion designs are."
"Aw, that's so sweet."
Fluttershy bit her lower lip. She had always been too shy to say when she needed to pee, resulting in her holding for extended periods of time. Usually she could hold it for a long time, but one time after a cider drinking contest with Rainbow Dash three years ago, she had peed in her bunny costume after passing up numerous chances to go due to her bladder shyness. Fortunately she had been right next to a river and deliberately fallen into it, so that no one had ever known. Her holding capacity had increased since then, but she wasn't sure how long she could hold for.
Finally, the train arrived at Ponyville. Fluttershy ran toward her cottage.
"Fluttershy!" came a voice. She turned to see Rainbow Dash. "Wanna do an aerial relay with me? I'm racing against Spitfire and Soarin at Cloudsdale!"
Fluttershy didn't want to race. She wanted to find a bathroom. But she couldn't disappoint Rainbow Dash, and she was too shy to say why she refused. "I... I'd love to."
Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash flew to Cloudsdale. Fluttershy trying her hardest to hold it in.
"Why are you wearing that outfit?" said Rainbow Dash.
"It was for Rarity's fashion show," said Fluttershy. "And she won. I'll wear this with pride for the rest of the day."
"Suit yourself," said Rainbow Dash.
They reached Cloudsdale, and stood at the side of the arena.
"There's still a few minutes before the race," said Rainbow Dash. "I have to go to the bathroom." She ran into the bathroom.
Fluttershy wished there was another bathroom close by so she could go without making a fuss.
Once Rainbow Dash was out, she said "Do you need to go to the bathroom too?"
"I..." Fluttershy blushed a little. This was her chance, but... "I'm fine."
"All right, then let's go!" said Rainbow Dash, flying to her starting position.
Fluttershy flew to the start of the race beside Soarin, regretting her decision to not use the bathroom.
"Ready... get set... go!" said the announcer.
Fluttershy and Soarin took off. Soarin was a Wonderbolt, one of the greatest flyers in Equestria, and most ponies wouldn't be a match for him, especially Fluttershy.
But Fluttershy needed to pee really badly. Desperate to finish the race and find relief, she flew faster than she usually would, and was only slightly beside Soarin when she reached Rainbow Dash and gave her the horseshoe. Rainbow Dash won the race.
As Rainbow Dash claimed her trophy, Fluttershy sneaked off to the bathroom, only to find it was lined up with ponies that had been sitting there for over an hour waiting for the show. She stood in line for a bit, but upon seeing Rainbow Dash fly back with her trophy in search of her, she walked back over to her.
"Wow, you flew pretty fast," said Rainbow Dash.
"I... I knew you really wanted to win," said Fluttershy. Her outfit was soaked with sweat, but she knew it would still be noticeable if she peed herself.
Rainbow and Fluttershy flew back to Ponyville, and by the time they arrived, the summer heat had evaporated all the sweat off Fluttershy's outfit. Fluttershy ran toward her cottage, hoping to get to the bathroom this time.
"Surprise!" said Pinkie Pie, jumping out with some balloons and streamers.
Fluttershy was startled, and nearly wet herself there, but she just managed to hold it in.
"I'm throwing a spontaneous and random party at Sugarcube Corner, and you're invited!" said Pinkie Pie, giving an invitation to Fluttershy.
"When it this?" said Fluttershy.
"Right now!"
"All right." She really needed to pee, but she didn't want to disappoint Pinkie Pie, and would probably have a chance to use the bathroom at the party.
They walked to Sugarcube Corner, and the festivities of the party began. Or rather continued, since Pinkie had noticed Fluttershy walk by and ran over to invite her.
During Pin the Tail on the Pony, Fluttershy quietly tiptoed to the bathroom, but found it occupied. She sat in view of the bathroom door, fidgeting a little as her need to pee grew by the minute.
Lyra Heartstrings came out of the bathroom, and Fluttershy was about to go next when Shoeshine ran into the bathroom. Fluttershy waited for her to come out, feeling the pressure grow more.
"Hey, Fluttershy!" said Pinkie Pie. "Wanna try some cake?"
Fluttershy couldn't refuse. Pinkie cut a slice of cake for her, which was delicious, but she couldn't fully enjoy it with how badly she needed to pee. Once she was done, and she noticed Shoeshine in the room, Fluttershy made her way to the bathroom again, but it was occupied once more.
Before whoever was in could come out, Pinkie called her over to Twilight Sparkle reading a Daring Do book to them. Once she was done, the party was over.
Fluttershy decided she would run back to her cottage and use the bathroom there, for she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it for.
"Fluttershy," said Twilight, "I'm going to Canterlot to preside over an animal event. Would you like to come?"
"An animal event?" said Fluttershy. She couldn't say no. "I'd love to!"
They boarded the train for Canterlot, and once again Fluttershy was too shy to use the bathroom on the train. So she held it in and hid all signs of her desperation from Twilight.
When they reached Canterlot, Twilight led Fluttershy to the garden. Fluttershy wasn't sure of what Twilight was doing, or what the event was about, but Twilight told her she could play with the animals. Fluttershy did so for about five minutes, until a jolt from her bladder reminded her how badly she needed to pee. She ran to the nearest bathroom, but once again, all the stalls were full.
She returned to the animals and played with them for another half hour, having fun and forgetting her need to pee for a while.
Until she leaked a bit into her skintight outfit. Fluttershy let out a small whimper. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer. So, she walked up to Twilight, positioning her legs so that the damp spot on her outfit wasn't visible.
"Um... Twilight... there's something I forgot to do back at my cottage. I hope it's all right if I leave."
"Sure," said Twilight. "You can always come back when you want."
Fluttershy quickly ran to the train station. The train wasn't coming for another five minutes, and Fluttershy waited impatiently for it to get here, pee dancing. About a minute before the train's arrival, she remembered the train station had a bathroom, and ran to it, but found it occupied.
Then the train arrived, and Fluttershy ran onto it. With no one to tell of her need to pee, she quickly ran to the train's bathroom, but to her horror it had the dreaded "Out of Order" sign on it. Fluttershy whimpered and sat back down. No one else was on the train so she fidgeted hard with her legs crossed tight. She really needed to go.
After what felt like hours, the train reached Ponyville, and Fluttershy ran to her cottage.
"Fluttershy!" came Applejack's voice. Fluttershy turned as Applejack ran over to her.
"Yes, Applejack?" said Fluttershy, trying to ignore the throbbing in her aching bladder.
"Some damn beavers are making a dam at Sweet Apple Acres," said Applejack. "Can you get them to stop?"
"Of course," said Fluttershy, feeling very uncomfortable. She leaked a little more when they reached the dam, at the sight of the water there.
Fluttershy walked over to the beavers.
"Please stop making the dam at Sweet Apple Acres," she said, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. "It really doesn't go a lot of good for the ponies living there."
The beavers cursed at her.
"I SAID STOP!" said Fluttershy. She put both her hooves over her mouth, but the beavers took down their dam and ran.
"Thank you kindly, Fluttershy," said Applejack.
"Don't mention it," said Fluttershy, and she ran.
She raced back to her cottage as fast as her legs could carry her, dribbling the whole way. The crotch of her outfit was wet, but not soaked, as she finally reached her cottage.
Just as she was making a break for her door, a humongous dragon flew by just above her.
Fluttershy froze. This dragon meant no harm, and was just doing a peaceful fly-by, but Fluttershy was still terrified of big dragons. She trembled with fear as she began peeing herself uncontrollably. She could feel the crotch and back legs of her skintight bodysuit become soaked, and within seconds she was standing in a huge puddle.
She peed for just under two minutes. The dragon was long gone, and Fluttershy sighed of relief, both that the dragon was out of sight, and that her bladder was empty.
It then hit her that she had wet herself. Again. Her outfit was soaked and she was standing in her own puddle of piss. She sat down in her puddle, blushing beet red with shame, and began to sob.
She quickly pulled herself together, reminding herself that no one had seen her accident. It was hardly the first time, and she'd gotten over that too. She allowed herself to enjoy the relief of her empty bladder after holding it in for so long, and then entered her cottage, made her way to the bathroom, and started a bubble bath.
She'd make sure to wash this outfit thoroughly for Rarity, and she'd tell her that she wanted it to be completely clean because it had gotten a little sweaty during her race with Rainbow Dash. For it had been, and Rarity was fussy about that. She felt much better knowing that no one would ever know.
And, a part of her had secretly enjoyed wetting herself.
Pinkie Pie's Desperation
Pinkie Pie was hanging out with Discord at Sugarcube Corner, for they both found each others' antics to be fun.
"Wanna try the cake?" said Pinkie Pie, handing him a huge cake.
"It looks delicious!" said Discord, as he took it.
He was about to bite into the cake when it exploded, showering him with frosting.
"Gotchya!" said Pinkie, who had rigged the cake to explode.
Discord chuckled, for he found it amusing.
"But there's cakes that aren't gonna explode in the pantry over there."
Discord walked over to it and opened the door, but a bucket of water fell on him. Pinkie fell on her back and laughed harder. Discord laughed a little more too.
"Wanna try some cupcakes?" said Pinkie, holding out a tray.
Discord stuffed one cupcake into his mouth and swallowed it whole, and immediately started breathing fire, for Pinkie Pie had put hot sauce on the cupcakes instead of frosting. He quickly drank some water, and laughed with Pinkie at her latest prank.
"Your pranks are really sneaky, Pinkie Pie!" said Discord. "I'm gonna have to top that sometime!"
...
The next day, Pinkie Pie put on skintight teal shorts and a yellow tank top, and began exercising.
She took a break, dripping with sweat, and as she was about to start again, a sudden urge to pee hit her. Was this the five sodas she had drank this morning? It didn't matter - she needed to go!
Pinkie zipped into her bathroom, and paused. She must have ran into the wrong room, for instead of a bathroom with a sink, bathtub, and toilet, there was an open field with a running waterfall. The sound of running water made her uncomfortable, but she decided she'd just go for a swim and pee in the water. She ran toward the river at the bottom of the waterfall, but hit an invisible barrier and fell on her butt. She banged on the barrier for about a minute, and, realizing she wasn't going to the river anytime soon, exited the room.
She looked for her bathroom, feeling her need to pee increase every minute, but she couldn't find it. It had to be the first door she checked. Someone had changed her bathroom into... she didn't know what it was, but it definitely wasn't a bathroom anymore!
She left Sugarcube Corner to look for another bathroom somewhere, and then ask Twilight to fix her bathroom. She found an outhouse, and tried to open the door, but it was locked, as the outhouse was occupied.
Pinkie didn't want to waste more time finding an outhouse. She was close to the train station, and she could hear the train coming in, so she boarded the train, deciding to use its bathroom.
As soon as the train took off, Pinkie zipped toward the train bathroom, but to her dismay it had an "Out of Order" sign on it. Pinkie returned to her seat and fidgeted, crossing her legs.
By now the sweat had evaporated off her outfit.
Pinkie was so focused on how badly she needed to pee that she hadn't been paying attention to where the train was headed. The train arrived at its destination - Appleoosa! Pinkie raced out of the train to find an outhouse. She ran toward the spot where she knew the nearest outhouse was, but it was lined up. Pinkie stood in line, doing the pee dance, but the ponies in front always took between three and five minutes, and there were ten ponies in front of her at the start.
By the time there were only five ponies in line besides her, Pinkie felt a jolt in her bladder. She didn't want to wait in line, so she ran toward the next closest outhouse. She was relieved that there was no lineup - but when she got close she saw an "Out of Order" sign.
She ran to the third outhouse in Appleoosa, and felt a little better seeing there was neither a sign nor a line. However, she found that the door was locked. It was occupied.
Pinkie would have to find a bathroom somewhere else! She quickly ran back onto the train, feeling more desperate by the second. She ran to the train's bathroom again, hoping it would be available this time, but the "Out of Order" sign was still up. So she returned to her seat and fidgeted even harder, crossing her legs as tight as she could.
After a VERY uncomfortable train ride, the train arrived at its next destination - Manehattan.
At a speed to rival Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie zipped to the nearest outhouse. To her immense relief, the door opened. Pinkie entered the outhouse - only to find that there was no toilet inside.
"WHAT?!?" exclaimed Pinkie Pie, feeling ten times more uncomfortable now that relief had been snatched from her at the last second.
She decided to go to a restaurant. It would have a bathroom, and she was feeling a little hungry. And thirsty.
Entering the restaurant, Pinkie ordered her meal, and a large glass of soda. She didn't care how much it would make her have to pee later, for she could use the bathroom right now.
Once the waiter left, Pinkie ran into the restaurant bathroom. All the stalls were empty, much to her relief. She was finally going to relieve herself and there was nothing that could stop her.
Pinkie entered the stall, sat on the toilet, and began to pee.
She had just peed for three seconds, and was about to sigh in relief, when suddenly the toilet disappeared, and Pinkie fell on her butt. She quickly stopped peeing and looked around. "Hey, what gives?"
She pulled her shorts back up and checked the other stalls. All their toilets were gone. There was something very fishy going on around here, but at the moment she didn't care what was causing it - she REALLY needed to go!
Pinkie returned to her table, fidgeting the entire time. Her meal of hay burgers and cake arrived, along with her soda. After wolfing down her food, she guzzled her soda in one gulp. She knew she'd regret it later, but she was really thirsty.
After paying the bill, Pinkie ran to the next outhouse, but found about eleven ponies in line for it. She wasn't sure she would make it if she stood in line that long, so she returned to the train.
Again, she found the train bathroom to be out of order. During the train ride, she could feel her need to pee increase drastically. The soda had already gone through her. Pinkie was more desperate than she had ever been in her life, and knew she was going to have an accident if she didn't find relief soon!
The train arrived in Ponyville. Pinkie wasn't sure what she could do. Her bathroom wasn't working, but there was always the hope there would be an outhouse available.
"Hey, Pinkie Pie!" said Rainbow Dash as she, Applejack, and Fluttershy walked up to her. "The three of us were just saying we should play some buckball with you, just for fun! You in?"
"You bet! Sounds like fun!" Pinkie had briefly forgotten how badly she needed to pee, because she loved playing any game with her friends and was never one to miss an opportunity to do so. She instantly regretted this, but felt it was too late to turn back now!
They made their way to a field. Pinkie Pie was on Fluttershy's team as usual, but Pinkie's extreme desperation prevented her from playing to her full potential. The pressure in her bladder grew heavier and heavier as the game progressed, and the pee sloshing inside her was very uncomfortable. At one point, she hit the ball with her rump, causing her to leak a bit.
"Pinkie Pie, what the hay is going on?" said Rainbow Dash. "You're usually so good at this!"
"I really, really, REALLY need to pee, like, REALLY badly!" said Pinkie. Her shorts were damp with sweat, and a little damper on the crotch where she had leaked.
"Why didn't you say so?" said Applejack. "There's an outhouse over there."
Pinkie ran into the outhouse without a moment's hesitation, only to find something that left her both puzzled and frustrated.
In place of a toilet was a hologram of a fountain. The sound of its running water made her leak a little more.
Pinkie ran outside the outhouse.
"That was fast," said Rainbow Dash.
"There's no toilet in there!" said Pinkie.
Applejack looked inside the outhouse. "Yes there is."
Pinkie ran into the outhouse again, but the fountain hologram was still there. She ran back outside and found a bush. She ran behind the bush and tried to pull her shorts off, but for some reason they wouldn't come off! She pulled as hard as she could, but it wouldn't work. Maybe it was how sweaty she was, though her shorts were only damp, they were far from soaked, and it would be very noticeable if she wet herself.
Pinkie leaked a little more, and she let out a frustrated groan and ran back to Ponyville.
Applejack watched her run. "Ah don't know what's gotten into her."
"She's just being Pinkie Pie," said Rainbow Dash.
Fluttershy giggled.
Pinkie decided to use a bathroom in Twilight's castle. It would be cooler inside, and the sweat had evaporated off her by now. Twilight, Spike, and Starlight were away at the time, but this was partly her castle too.
As she ran, she felt like she was about to burst. She couldn't hold on much longer.
She ran into the nearest bathroom in Twilight's castle, but its toilet was gone. She ran into the second bathroom, but in place of a toilet was a boulder. She ran into the third bathroom, and saw the toilet there. Feeling relieved, she made her way toward the toilet, but it suddenly turned into a miniature tree.
Pinkie could hold it no longer. She began wetting her shorts, sighing in relief at the feeling of the warm wetness soaking her crotch and her back legs. Rivers of pee gushed down her legs and a puddle rapidly grew under her.
It felt a little embarrassing to pee herself like this, but Pinkie had done lots of weird things, and she really enjoyed this feeling. She also took great pleasure in the immense relief at letting go after holding it in so long. She even felt a little aroused.
She peed for just under three minutes, and was almost disappointed when she was done. "Ahhhhh, that's better."
In a flash of light, Discord appeared. "Gotchya!" he said, and the tree turned back into a toilet. He also made Pinkie's puddle disappear, but her shorts and legs remained wet.
"I don't get it," said Pinkie.
"Your sudden need to pee? All the bathrooms either being lined up, occupied, out of order, or toilets missing? How you couldn't get your shorts down? I was behind it all! It was all a prank, to try to top yours!"
Pinkie giggled. "Well, you sure did! It was pretty funny!"
"Should I do it to Rainbow Dash sometime?"
"Go for it! She will try to hit you with bigger pranks in return."
"Bring it on!"
"But, never, ever, EVER do that to Fluttershy!"
"Of course I won't. I'd never do that to her." And he meant it, for he knew how sensitive Fluttershy was. "Want me to dry you off?"
"No, I'm fine," said Pinkie, and she cheerfully bounced back to Sugarcube Corner, not caring how many background ponies saw her.
Twilight's Desperation
Twilight Sparkle woke up one morning. She remembered today was reshelving day, so she immediately got out of bed and started to reshelve them. She was so fixated on this she had forgotten to take her morning pee.
Once she was done, she looked at the clock. It was just time for her and her friends to race.
Rarity had insisted they wear lovely sporty outfits of her design for the race, so Twilight put on a sports outfit consisting of skintight black compression shorts and a dark blue shirt, and then made her way to the racetrack.
She hadn't had anything to drink today, and it was a hot summer day, so she drank five glasses of water before the race.
The racetrack was not circular - it was a long path, similar to the Running of the Leaves, and Spike waited at the finish line to see who would win.
Twilight ran, initially walking at a steady pace, until she was sure the race was about to end, and then she ran faster. The track was longer than she had anticipated, so she ran at maximum speed for about ten minutes. Rainbow Dash still won, with Applejack second, and Pinkie Pie third. Twilight did overtake Fluttershy and Rarity before crossing the finish line.
Exhausted, dripping with sweat, and very thirsty, Twilight drank about 20 glasses of water, and ten mugs of cider provided by Applejack.
"Congratulations, Rainbow Dash," said Twilight. "What time is it?"
"It's about time for the big event in Canterlot."
"Right, the one where I have to just stand and smile and wave."
Spike hopped on Twilight's back and she flew toward the train. It was a pretty long flight with how long their racetrack was. Twilight didn't fly too terribly fast though, relaxing after such a tiring race. During the flight, her sweat-soaked outfit dried off.
They boarded the train just as it was about to leave. Early into the train ride, Twilight realized she needed to pee, since she had drank a lot today. She got up and walked to the train bathroom, but to her dismay it was out of order. So she returned to the seat and sat down, fidgeting a little.
They reached Canterlot, and Spike stood at Twilight's side. She stood on a balcony, and important ponies walked by. Whenever they did, Twilight would smile and wave, though she really did not feel like smiling OR waving. Her need to pee was becoming greater, fast! She hoped this event would not last long so she could find a bathroom before the next event she had planned for the day, a buckball game in Appleoosa that she was to attend.
At one point, Twilight forgot to smile and wave, until Spike slapped her butt, and she smiled and waved at the pony that walked by.
The event lasted an hour, and Twilight held it in the entire time, becoming more uncomfortable each minute. Once the event was done, Twilight looked at the clock. The Buckball game was about a half hour away - the length of the train ride there.
Twilight returned to the train with Spike, and decided to try the bathroom again, hoping it was working again. Sadly, the sign was still there. Twilight moaned in extreme discomfort and sat back down, fidgeting more.
"Twilight, are you OK?" said Spike.
"I'm fine," said Twilight. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You look like you really need to go to the bathroom!"
Twilight blushed. "I can hold it."
"I hope so," said Spike. "It would be SO embarrassing for a princess to wet herself!"
After an uncomfortable journey of fidgeting, the train reached Appleoosa, and Twilight sat at the guest of honor position in the bleachers while Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy played buckball against Braeburn's team again. Both of them had had a lot to drink after the race, yet neither of them were showing any signs of discomfort, and they were playing as well as they usually did. It was obvious they had found an opportunity to use the bathroom.
Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Snails won, and Twilight immediately ran to an outhouse, only to find it lined up. She didn't want to wait in line; she had more things to do, such as stock up on items she needed at the store.
Twilight and Spike returned to the train. Twilight checked the train bathroom again. Still out of order. She crossed her legs and fidgeted harder. She really needed to go, but she wasn't about to find relief anytime soon!
Upon reaching Ponyville, Twilight raced to the store. She picked out a cart, and saw the bathroom just as she entered. She was sure she could spare a minute or two to go to the bathroom here before buying her supplies. She entered the bathroom, but found each stall to be full. She waited for the sound of a toilet flushing, doing the pee dance the entire time, but when the flush never came, she ran out of the bathroom.
"Well?" said Spike.
"I can hold it a little while longer," said Twilight. "Let's get what we need."
She found the items she needed and put them in her cart, including many quills and scrolls. Once she had picked up the last item, she walked to the checkout, deciding that she would use the bathroom before checking everything out, leaving Spike to guard the cart.
Until she saw a big line at the checkout. Twilight groaned. At this rate, she couldn't spare a second or she'd be late for a trade exchange in Fillydelphia she was to preside over. She wished she hadn't offered to take up the job, and let Luna take it instead.
Twilight did the pee dance the entire time she was in line, her desperation growing each minute. She had to pee so badly, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold it.
After what seemed like hours, Twilight reached the front, and paid for her items. After dropping them off at the castle, she quickly raced to the train, which was just about to leave.
She checked the train bathroom again, and groaned loudly when it was still out of order. So, she sat with her legs crossed tight, squirming the entire time.
She reached Fillydelphia just as the exchange was about to begin. She stood on the podium, overseeing the trade exchange and waiting for a pony to come to her with a complaint, which they never did. She wondered if princesses usually wore sports outfits to exchanges like this, but she had been too busy - and too desperate - to change out of it.
"How long is this exchange again?" said Twilight, unable to keep the desperation out of her voice.
"Three hours," said Spike.
Twilight moaned, and stood for the full three hours, initially keeping her desperation hidden, but after the first hour, she was frantically doing the pee dance, waves of pee sloshing around inside her.
"You know," said Spike when there were only 30 minutes left, "no one's coming. You can go to the bathroom here."
Twilight raced around the exchange and found an outhouse, but it was occupied. She ran back to the podium, and Spike could guess what was up from her continued discomfort.
"Was it occupied or out of order?"
"Occupied."
"You can just wait until it's unoccupied."
"What if someone wants to settle an unfair trade before I get back?"
"They won't."
"But what if they do?"
"I'll tell them you'll be back."
Twilight felt another jolt in her bladder. "All right. I'll be right back!"
She ran toward the outhouse again, but it was lined up with five ponies this time. She waited for her turn, doing the pee dance, but by the time there was only one pony in front of her, she didn't want to stay away too long so she ran back to the podium.
"What was it this time?"
"A line. It was too long! I couldn't wait that long!" She continued pee dancing.
Eventually, the exchange ended, and Twilight and Spike got back on the train, finding the outhouse to be out of order again.
After a long fidgety ride, the train reached Ponyville, and Twilight ran to her castle as fast as she could.
"TWILIGHT!" came a voice.
Twilight looked up as Rainbow Dash flew over to her.
"The flyer's competition in Cloudsdale is about to start, and Princess Celestia would like you to preside over it!"
"Can't she do it herself?" said Twilight. "I REALLY have to go!"
"I could tell her, but then she'd get there late."
Twilight groaned, and flew to Cloudsdale with Rainbow Dash. The pressure in her bladder grew heavier during the flight, and she was afraid she could wet herself at any second. She wished she had used the bathroom immediately at the trade exchange.
What's the point? Twilight thought. We all know Rainbow Dash is going to win! Why do they even need a princess there?
As they reached Cloudsdale, Rainbow Dash said "It's still a few minutes before the show. You can go to the bathroom now."
Twilight ran toward the nearest bathroom, but it was lined up. She frantically danced around while waiting for her turn, but just as there was one pony left in front of her, she could hear the announcer say the competition was about to begin, so she reluctantly flew over to her seat in the bleachers.
She fidgeted the entire time, barely able to pay attention to the competition. She sat in her extreme discomfort for an hour. Rainbow Dash was number 15, and she performed the Sonic Rainboom, winning first prize. Twilight would usually take in how lovely the Sonic Rainboom was, but she had to pee too badly to appreciate it.
"Rainbow Dash is best flyer once again!" said Twilight, and she immediately flew back to Ponyville, hoping to get to her castle and use the bathroom NOW!
As soon as she reached the castle, Starlight came out. "Twilight, there you are! Ember and Thorax are already here."
Twilight groaned. She forgot she was scheduled to attend a summit with Ember and Thorax at her castle. She entered the castle and made her way to a room where Ember and Thorax were sitting at a circular table, a little smaller than the map.
They talked about pony, dragon, and changeling affairs, and their alliances, for about an hour, while Twilight continued to squirm, in desperate need of a bathroom.
Her desperation was easily noticeable.
"Twilight," said Ember, "if you have to go, just go! We'll be waiting till you get back."
Relieved, Twilight immediately ran to the nearest bathroom, just as Pinkie Pie was walking out.
"I wouldn't go in there," said Pinkie Pie. "I just clogged the toilet!"
Twilight groaned and ran to the second nearest bathroom, but it was locked. She knocked on the door.
"Give me a minute," came Starlight's voice.
Twilight did the pee dance more frantically for about a minute, until she decided she had been away from Ember and Thorax for too long. She didn't want to be late for her next event. Hopefully the summit would end with enough time for her to relieve herself before the next - and last - item on the agenda.
She rejoined Ember and Thorax at the table. "I can hold it," she said, although she wasn't sure she could.
Before long, it was only a minute until the next train to Canterlot - the one that would arrive just in time for Twilight's last scheduled event, a meeting with the other princesses at Canterlot.
"This has all been wonderful, but I have to go to Canterlot right now!" She didn't mean to say it like this, but Ember and Thorax understood how desperate she was, and nodded.
Spike stayed behind to catch up with Ember, while Twilight boarded the train, Twilight hoping with all her heart the train bathroom would be fixed, but it wasn't. Her need to pee became even greater, and she could not believe she had held it this long.
Twilight reached Canterlot, and looked at the clock. The meeting was about to begin, so there was no time to go to the bathroom. She raced to the castle as fast as she could, and burst into the room where the meeting was taking place. Celestia, Luna, and Cadence were sitting around a table.
"I'm here!" said Twilight, sitting down in the only empty seat.
"Right on time," said Celestia. "Now, as you know, the Summer Sun Celebration is coming up."
As they talked about plans for the Summer Sun Celebration, Twilight squirmed harder than ever, whimpering a bit as she leaked into her shorts.
"Twilight, do you need to use the bathroom?" said Celestia. Stupid question - it was pretty obvious.
Twilight nodded her head, still fidgeting.
"You can go to the bathroom if you need to," said Celestia. "We're in no rush to finish this."
Feeling immensely grateful, Twilight ran to the nearest bathroom. As fate would have it, all the stalls were full. The ponies inside were taking their sweet time. Twilight did the pee dance more frantically than ever for five minutes, leaking at one point, without hearing the sound of a flush. She decided, again, to return to the princesses' side to avoid wasting their time.
A toilet flushed as soon as she was out of the bathroom.
"Feeling better, Twilight?" said Celestia once Twilight had returned.
"No," said Twilight. "But I can hold it." The princesses hadn't noticed the wet spot on her shorts, likely because they were black.
The other princesses avoided saying too much to Twilight, deciding that Celestia and Luna would mainly be in charge here. Twilight was grateful to this, for she didn't think she'd be able to catch whatever she had to do when she needed to pee so badly.
At long last, the meeting was over. Twilight ran to the bathroom, but by chance the stalls were full again, so with a frustrated groan she returned to the train.
The train bathroom was still out of order. Twilight sat with her legs crossed tighter than ever, fidgeting as hard as she could, for she was about to burst.
As the train got near Ponyville just as the sun was setting, she saw a pony walking back with the "Out of Order" sign in his mouth. At last, the bathroom was working again. Twilight immediately ran to the bathroom, but found it occupied. She waited just outside the bathroom, pee dancing as usual, but the train arrived in Ponyville before the pony inside was finished.
So Twilight immediately took off toward her castle. Once inside, she ran to the nearest bathroom, only to find Spike using a plunger on the clogged toilet. She had hoped this would be taken care of already. She started to run to the next bathroom, but leaked a little more. Not wanting to run all the way to the next bathroom, she quickly returned to the bathroom Spike was inside.
"Hurry up!" Twilight said, frantically pee dancing.
"Really, you still haven't gone to the bathroom yet?" said Spike. "I never knew a pony could hold it in for almost a whole day!"
Twilight just danced more frantically, dribbling a bit into her shorts.
"I think it's done!" said Spike about five minutes later.
Twilight couldn't wait, for she was at her limit, and her shorts were already a little wet.
As Spike flushed the toilet to be sure it was usable again, Twilight lost control. Another leak made its way out of her, which turned into a steady stream that only grew stronger and stronger. Twilight tried to stop, but she couldn't. She was peeing herself in front of Spike. Spike couldn't help but laugh, while Twilight blushed with embarrassment.
The warm wetness soaked her shorts, flowing in torrents down her legs, and forming a massive puddle under her. Twilight sat down, still peeing, and hanging her head in shame. The relief felt so wonderful, and something about the warm wetness felt a little good too. She would have enjoyed this if it wasn't such a humiliating situation.
She peed for about a minute and fifty seconds, and by the time she was done, her skintight black shorts were completely drenched, and she was sitting in a huge puddle, her face beet red.
"Maybe next time you won't plan so many events so close to each other!" said Spike.
"You're right," said Twilight. "I'll try to space them out a bit more next time. And take my morning pee. And not run a race like that at the beginning of such a busy day." She stood up, still a little embarrassed but feeling better, partly because of the relief and how much she had secretly liked the feeling.
"You did look kind of cute wetting yourself like that," said Spike, chuckling a bit and patting her pee-soaked tush.
Twilight blushed, but giggled a bit and went into her main bathroom to take a long bubblebath.
...
Whatever you do, DON'T quote the original post in the reply, cause it'll be really long!
Edited November 21, 2017 by The Dark Wolf
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As promised. If you don't know Parker and Meagan, read these first:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 5 1/2
Part 6
Part 7
We left Parker in a tough spot, as Dacy has just told him the story of how she wet her shorts -- and Meagan is not pleased.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
He went after her.
“Meagan, wait,” Parker said, as he followed her down the hallway.
“So here’s a twist: no.”
“Meagan! Come on, you’re overreacting.”
“I’m overreacting? I’m overreacting? I heard what I heard and I saw what I saw.”
“She was telling me a story, for crying out loud,” Parker said as she slammed the dorm door open and charged outside.
“And you were just eating it up,” she shot back, quietly. “I saw you. There’s a part of you that doesn’t lie.”
“Oh, come on… I mean… look, that part’s really stupid sometimes, okay?”
“Believe me, I know!”
“But I wasn’t…”
She stopped, whirled around, and said, “The rest of you wasn’t lying either.” The ice in her voice and in her eyes made him shiver.
“You were eating it up,” Meagan said, her voice dropping almost to a whisper.
“I wanted to get the fuck out of there!”
“Door was open. You could have left any time.”
Damn it, she’s right about that. I did want to hear the end.
Outmaneuvered, he changed tactics. “Look, you’re basically saying this because of your trust issues, that’s all. You need to chill out.”
“Oh, is that all?” Meagan said. “Is that all?”
“I’m sorry I got turned on by the story! But piss happens, you know? I can’t turn it off or on just when I want to. But listen to me, I don’t…”
He stopped.
“Mister, you don’t get to tell me how I should feel,” Meagan said. “Not now. Not after everything we’ve done together.”
“Wait, I’m confused—”
“Too bad.” She turned again and started striding away.
“Meagan!”
“Don’t follow me.”
“I just want to…”
Meagan whirled around again. “Boy, you will stop following me or I will put you down.”
Parker froze.
He watched her go.
He watched her merge into the crowd.
He watched her until she had vanished from his sight, and then he watched the hole she’d left behind.
~~~
He’d expected the last week of school to be stressful. He just hadn’t thought it would be because of this.
He tried to throw himself into his work. He bounced right out again. He tried to bury his feelings in music. Somehow the songs always ended up sad. He played games where he gunned down many things. Somehow this left him feeling even more tense. He tried to sleep. Sleep wasn’t having it.
After two days of this, his brain and body felt like they’d been dried out, chopped to shreds, scrambled like an egg, then thrown into an oven, and finally dropped down a deep hole.
Jonathan his roommate was naturally no help. Neither was CJ. The guys on the Ultimate team might be better, but a) that felt a little too close to home, and b) they all had finals, too. So Parker consulted his online friends again… the smarter ones, at least.
dude. she sounds like a piece of work
girls can get so damn jelous
if i were you man i’d just forget her
summer’s coming anyway
thank you for playing, better luck next time
Parker consulted a different online friend.
sorry to hear that, man.
that sounds really stressful
how can I help?
i’m still trying to figure out what i did wrong
she said i didn’t get to tell her how she should feel
well duh
what do you mean?
You can’t help what you feel, right? same goes for her
if she’s jealous she’s jealous
you can’t fight the feeling
you can only give her a different one
I mean, think about it
how do *you* feel about her?
Parker didn’t have to think very long.
i was totally falling for her, man.
ya think?
so if I told you, ‘stop falling for her right now’ could you do it?
um no
figured it out yet?
“Oh,” Parker said. “Oh. Oh, shit. I basically said that she should stop feeling jealous right before I told her that I couldn’t stop getting turned on… and she’d done all that for me because of what I felt…”
you still there man?
Oh shit i’m sorry
i litrally just said “oh shit’ out loud and didn’t realize i hadn’t typed it yet
so you got it
yah
question now is, what do i do about it
nah, about that? You got no choice
You gotta apologize, boy
but do you want her back?
cause i’m smellin the jelly from here and i’m five states away
if she’s that jealous it’s gonna keep coming back
do you even want her back/
*?
Parker thought.
And Parker remembered…
“Oh, my dear sweet hedgehog, no no no no no. God no!”
“There need to be more guys like you, Parker,” Meagan said. “If there aren’t, I’m gonna have to start renting you out so all my friends can see what they’re missing. And I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Don’t want to share?”
“Can’t decide what to charge.”
“$9.95 an hour.”
“Hon, you are selling yourself seriously short. It would be at least $12.”
The wild dance party, joy just running through both of them…
Meagan naked, struggling to hold it in for just one more second for him…
Meagan riding him, tall in the saddle, a sly and satisfied smile playing across her face…
Meagan’s legs as she did squats in the weight room…
And most of all…
(Savannah, Georgia. Six weeks earlier.)
They had walked out along the warm ocean-side, just the two of them, holding hands, barefoot on the wet sand right at water’s edge. The sun was still high and shining down on their faces. The gulls were crying. Parker still hadn’t quite come down from the high of his birthday present, especially not since he’d spent virtually every waking hour with Meagan since then.
“This is perfect,” he said.
“It’s really not,” Meagan said at once.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is ever perfect.” Meagan stopped walking, let go of his hand, and looked out to sea.
“That’s… pessimistic.”
“No, it’s realistic. Listen, Parker, when I say nothing is ever perfect, I’m speaking from experience here, okay? I thought I had perfect moments with perfect guys. Now those ‘perfect’ moments—” she made the air quotes with her fingers “—are kinda painful memories. Which remind me of even more painful memories. Remember, hon, I have seen some really terrible things, and done a couple of them myself.
“And you know, this is kind of a crapsack world.” She gestured out at the ocean. “Out there people are starving, fighting, stealing, raping, straight-up owning slaves… No moment is ever perfect, not if you’ve got compassion.”
“But that means you can never be happy.”
“You’re mixing up perfection and happiness. I can be happy even if something’s not quite right. I can be happy even if I know the moment won’t last. And I can be happy knowing that however bad it gets, I’m learning. All those ‘perfect’ moments that are kinda painful for me now? I don’t regret any of them. Not to say I’ve got no regrets, because my dear god do I have some. But I’ve learned from it all. And the main thing I’ve learned is that in a crapsack world, you grab onto whatever you can find that’s not crappy. Because it’s all the more important, you see?
“A day like this, a place like this, walking on the warm sand with my sweetie, games to be played with the team I love… that’s about as far from crappy as it gets. So it’s not perfect, but I’m going to remember this as long as I can. As long as I’ve got half a brain left. Because in all the crap, the good moments matter a lot.”
She took his hand.
He stood beside her, following her gaze out across the ocean. They stood quiet for a long moment.
Then he said, “Did you get that from Angel? The ‘no big win’ speech in Season 2?”
She grinned. “You figured it out.”
“I think I…” He paused, started over. “You know, you are the coolest. Wait, I’m learning, I got this! …You are super-cool in a super-uncool world.”
She kissed his cheek, then his lips, and they made out until the tide lapped at their ankles.
He wanted to remember this moment for a long time, too…
do you even want her back/
*?
Parker’s cursor blinked at him. And then he typed, carefully but firmly:
Absolutely.
Then he closed the chat.
~~~
Meagan worked in the college mail room. This meant it was incredibly easy to get hold of her, as long as you sent your note by interdepartmental mail.
Parker didn’t take that approach—he didn’t trust it to be her who picked it up—but he did sneak into the mail room when he was confident she was at lunch and slipped a note into her mailbox. He’d tried to say as much as possible as shortly as possible, and it had only taken him eleven tries. It read:
Meagan,
I’m sorry. You were right. I was wrong. You’ve really taken care of my feelings and I should have taken care of yours.
Thank you so much, for everything.
Parker
~~~
He hadn’t expected a reply, although he’d hoped for one.
He’d hoped for the knock on his door, but he hadn’t expected to see Dacy standing there.
“Parker, I’m so sorry!” she said immediately. “I think I messed everything up. Um… can we talk? Do you have time?”
Parker was suddenly acutely conscious of Jonathan watching.
“Uh—yeah. Let’s… just… go for a walk, maybe?”
“Sure!”
It had been a while since Parker had seen Dacy dressed so formally. She wasn’t in a suit, but she definitely looked more professional.
“So Meagan didn’t talk to me for, like, two days,” she said. “So all I knew was that something went really really wrong that day and I didn’t know why. She finally calmed down enough to get mad at me.”
“Wait, what?”
“When Meagan gets really really mad, she just locks you out.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that.”
“Uh-huh! So she calmed down enough that she could yell at me, and that’s when she told me she thought I was coming on to you.” She wrinkled her nose. “She didn’t really explain why she thought that...”
Thank you once again, Meagan, for keeping my secret.
“…But then, she wasn’t making total sense because she also said that you were coming on to me.”
“Huh?”
“I know, right? She walked in on us talking, she thought we were flirting, she flips, she doesn’t come home for two days.”
“She didn’t even come back to the room?”
“Nope.”
“Where did she sleep?”
“She says she didn’t.”
“Uh… wow.”
“Yeah. So I calmed her down even more so she was calm enough to not yell at me any more and I think she believed me that I wasn’t into you.”
“You’re not?”
“Yeah, no offense, but you’re really just not what I’m looking for in a guy.”
“Out of curiosity, what am I missing?”
“About three years and six inches,” Dacy said promptly.
“…Which six inches did you have in mind?”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “Parker, I’m shocked! That’s like something I would say!”
He shrugged. “I just work with what you give me.”
“I’d say something back to that but then we’d be flirting and that’s not what I came here for at all because then we’d be proving Meagan’s crazy jealousy right,” Dacy said, all in one breath.
“Um. Okay. How is she now?”
“She turned in her last paper and collapsed. Called in sick at work, too. Hasn’t woken up since.”
“So you didn’t come from her?”
“No, I’m not her go-between. Yet. Would you like me to be?”
“You mean like take messages back and forth?”
“God no! Who has time for that? I meant I’d get the two of you talking again. But I gotta ask if you still want to get back with her.”
“Absolutely. But—”
Dacy waited a whole five seconds, which showed how seriously she was taking this.
“I’m not expecting anything,” he said. “Mostly I just want to make things right before we all go home.”
Dacy nodded. “Okay. And I’m not sure but I think she’s really sad about you. So anyway I thought I’d offer and I talked to you first since you were the one who was awake.”
“Yes. Please. I would be so grateful.”
“Okay. As soon as she wakes up I’ll ask her.”
~~~
The next five days passed incredibly slowly, which was especially bad since it was really only one day. It just felt five times as long.
But even though it felt like most of a year, the phone did eventually ring, and it was Dacy. “Meet us in the quad,” she said, and hung up.
Parker quickly put on a clean shirt and went out. It was getting late, after dinner; the spring sun was setting, but the air was still warm.
Meagan was wearing her cutoff jeans—not classic Daisy Dukes but far more practical loose thigh-lengths—and a maroon tank top and, judging by the strap visible on her left shoulder, a black bra. Her freckled shoulders were in full display, except that she was wearing her hair down. She looked exhausted, and also amazing.
But he kept his hands to himself.
Her eyes flickered to his face, and then away.
Dacy pulled a blanket out of her bag, spread it out on the ground, and said, “Okay, I’ll leave you to it!” and vanished.
Wait, don’t leave, I’m not sure I’m ready for this…
Meagan looked up again and held his gaze at last, and her tired eyes had so clearly been crying. And he couldn’t help it. He stepped closer and spread his arms to fold her in—but just at the last second he remembered. “Hug?” he asked, gently.
She nearly tackled him, she hugged him so hard. This went on some time. Then they broke apart just enough to look each other in the eye again.
“I’m so sorry,” Meagan said.
“I am, too.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” she said.
“Oh, I think I do. The way I treated you—”
“I mean you don’t need to apologize again. I got your note. Thank you for that, by the way.”
“Oh. You’re welcome.”
“It was just about perfect.”
“Some wise person once told me there was no such thing as perfect.”
“Well, that note was pretty close. So sweet and broke my heart. I wish I’d gotten it earlier… do you know I don’t usually check my mailbox very often? The mail room just hands me anything that’s got my name on it.”
“Oh, shit,” he said, grinning. “I didn’t.”
“Yeah, the only reason I got it at all was I was clearing out some of the junk that had piled up this semester. Fuckin’ lucky.”
“I’ll say.”
“And I’d already pretty much made my mind up, but that made it so much easier.”
“Made your mind up on what?”
“I want to talk a few things through with you first.” She glanced at the blanket lying unoccupied on the ground next to them. “Do you wanna sit down? Dacy brought it out here, it would kinda be a waste if we don’t. And she’s trying so hard…”
“Okay,” he said, and released her.
He sat cross-legged; she knelt down, sitting on her heels. She brushed her red-touched hair off her shoulder and said, “So you know I’m like, two years older than you?”
This wasn’t the way he’d expected this conversation to go. “But you’re just a sophomore.”
“I took a year off. Had to. I needed to work enough to pay for this place.” She sighed. “Anyway. I’m definitely older than you. And we both know I’m way more experienced. I thought about that a lot these past few days.”
Yeah, okay, this is a bit more of what I expected. She’s definitely breaking up with me. “Well, you can’t be two full years. Our birthdays are only five months apart.”
“All right, Mr. Precision, seventeen months. But ‘it’s not the years, it’s the mileage.’ What I’m trying to say is, I felt really bad about it. I’m the older one, and you are still figuring relationships out, and so I’m not the one who should have acted like a middle schooler, jumped to all kinds of conclusions, and then stomped off and given everyone the silent treatment.”
“Okay.”
“I finally talked to Dacy, and she told me her side of the story, and I realized I had fucked up well beyond all recognition. You see, I thought either you had asked her to tell you that story about her wetting her pants, or that she had figured out you were into it and she was hitting on you.”
“No, she just volunteered it, totally out of the blue.”
“Yeah, I finally figured that out.”
“So wait. This was all because of a little misunderstanding?”
“No, a little misunderstanding plus my raging trust issues. Like you said.” She held up a hand. “But don’t feel too superior just yet. I was just angry and jealous until then. When you said that, when you just took my secrets and threw them in my face like that, and had the guts to say I was being too emotional about it, all at once? That was, like, the worst possible thing you could have said, in the worst possible way.”
“I know. I’m so, so sorry.”
“I know you are. That’s what made me so glad about your note, that you’d figured it out.”
“I had help.”
“Still counts. The other thing that made me glad about that note was that you didn’t ask me to take you back. I honestly was expecting you to beg. But you didn’t. That honestly made it so much easier.”
“I get it,” Parker said. “Big age gap, bigger experience gap, and summer’s coming. I understand. Easier just to end it.”
“Oh yeah, much easier,” Meagan said.
She took a deep breath.
“But I don’t want to.”
She can’t possibly mean what I think she means…
“I mean, when do I ever do things the easy way?” Meagan asked, spreading her hands questioningly to emphasize her point.
“You wanna stay together?”
Those spread hands came to rest on his shoulders. “I do. I mean, sure it’s gonna be tough, but…”
He kissed her. She kissed him back.
“I’m not gonna complain,” Parker said once he’d gotten his breath back, “but… why?”
“I thought back to that day on the beach… and I thought, Wait, here’s this good thing, like the best thing that’s ever come along in my love life, and I’m going to fuck it up because I’m assuming it’s going to go to crap? Because it’s too hard? No. You’re not perfect, Parker, but I’ve never been with anyone better than you. And you are so infinitely better than everyone else I’ve ever been with. I just… don’t want to let go of that. Of you.”
“I was remembering that day, too.”
“I could tell, from what you said earlier.”
“That’s how I decided I still wanted to be with you,” he said. “I want to be with someone who thinks like that.”
She grinned, a little sheepish. “What, someone who steals their life’s philosophy from a TV show about a vampire detective?”
“Absolutely.”
She kissed him again. And then they kissed each other for a long time.
“You’ve never had a real fight like this before, have you?” Meagan asked.
“Not really. Not one that we came back from.”
“You did a pretty good job, then.”
“Thank you.”
“But you’ve never had make-up sex, have you?”
“Nope.”
“Then you are in for a treat, my friend.” She kissed his cheek. “Are you still leaving Friday?”
“Um, I could push it back a bit. My dad’s driving down to pick me up, he wouldn’t mind waiting, I don’t think.”
“Good. If you can leave Saturday instead we can do this properly.” She looked intently into his eyes. “But this time, we’re gonna do it my way. Basically that means I’ll be in charge. Okay?”
“Yes please,” he said. “I’ve been wanting to ask about that, actually. You’ve been so so good with what I want, I wanna give back with what you want.”
“Do you have any problems with me being in charge? Like, totally in charge?”
“I trust you.”
She kissed him. “You do, don’t you. That means… a lot, you know.
“But don’t worry,” she added, “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.” She leaned close and whispered in his ear, “Because I’ll be sure to drink lots of water ahead of time.”
“How is this your way, then?”
“You’ll see.”
“Not tonight, though.”
“No. God no. I am exhausted.” She grinned. “Wanna spend the night anyway?”
“Yes please. But can you get Dacy to wear something more than that t-shirt?”
“Believe me, I’ll try.”
That night, they cuddled close under the bedsheet, Meagan as big spoon, and Parker cried a little out of sheer relief and wonder. Meagan heard him or felt him, and hugged him tighter. “I got you,” she said, and there was a little catch in her voice, too. “I got you.”
~~~
The next two days were finals and Parker’s grades probably went up about 5% from what he’d expected to get: up 20 because he was no longer stressing, down 15 because he was thinking about the weekend.
The night after finals were over there were All The Parties, as Meagan put it, and they went drinking and dancing. In the middle of one party Meagan led Parker off the dance floor and upstairs to where there was a shorter line for the bathroom, and made out with him until their turn came, and took him in with her. “Lotta drunk guys at this party,” she explained as she undid her belt and pulled down her pants. “I wanted an escort. And I wanted you to see this,” she added as she sat down on the toilet and started to pee.
“Is this the start of the make-up sex?”
“Call it the prologue.” She pulled grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a kiss, still peeing. “I just want you thinking about me and pee the next little while, that’s all,” she explained.
“Oh, believe me, I’m thinking about it.”
“You do that.”
On Friday, nothing much happened before noon because of the mass hangover, and then the mass exodus began, as people packed up dorm rooms, loaded cars, and drove away for the summer. Meagan and Parker were no exception, except that they helped each other pack so they could stay closer together. Parker’s roommate Jonathan was already mostly packed, which made Parker’s job pretty easy. They put a lot of his stuff into storage for next year, then took his suitcase and duffel bag and backpack over to Meagan’s room. Dacy was taking a lot longer to clean up and Meagan hadn’t even started yet, but between the three of them they got Dacy’s stuff out to her mother’s car without problems and put most of Meagan’s rather fewer belongings into storage. A few crucial items remained in Meagan’s bedside table, however.
And all throughout it, Meagan kept sipping water, steadily. And often as she did, she gave Parker’s hand a squeeze, or gave him a quick wink, or just raised one eyebrow with a knowing look.
Dacy’s mom took them all out to dinner, which was a very nice change from the cafeteria (which was closed anyway), and then they said their farewells in the parking lot. Dacy gave them both big hugs. Parker tried not to get too excited about this, and Dacy definitely kept it brief compared to the long embrace she gave to Meagan.
“I’m so so so glad you guys are okay again,” Dacy said. “You are so sweet together, I just couldn’t stand it!”
“We’re pretty glad too,” Parker said dryly.
“I love you both! Stay in touch! Have good sex! See you in August!”
Then she was gone, and suddenly the whole campus seemed quiet.
Meagan took Parker by the hands and drew him close. She smooched him several times quickly on his cheek and nose and (standing on tiptoe) forehead, then gave him a long, lingering kiss with her hand on his back pressing him firmly to her.
“Alone at last,” she whispered in his ear.
His blood started pounding.
“And guess what?”
“Hmm?”
“I kinda need to pee. I haven’t gone for hours.”
“I noticed.”
“Shall we go for a walk?”
“Not inside?”
“No, silly, we’ve been in dorm rooms all day, and the sun won’t be down for an hour. Besides, we’ve got to make me wait a little longer, don’t we?”
“Where are you at, scale of 1 to 10?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I can hold so dang long it’s hard to judge these things. But I can tell you this much, I’d go right now if I weren’t holding it for you.”
Those words sent a shiver through him. She grinned and ran a finger up his back, underneath his shirt. “That’s what I want to see,” she said.
They strolled through the sports fields behind campus, then up the gentle hill toward where the woods began, holding hands, occasionally stopping for another kiss, occasionally stopping so they could take drinks from Meagan’s bottle, which she had carefully taken with them. They talked of various things, but somehow the conversation always circled back around to their relationship…
“I’m gonna be working all June and July.”
“Where do you work again?”
“Camp Graham, remember? I get to corral herds of fifth and sixth graders for nine straight weeks.”
“Do you get any time off?”
“Oh yeah, the parents show up on Saturday morning and we always threaten that if there’s a kid still there at noon we’ll leave them for the wolves. And then we don’t have to be back on duty until the first kids for the next week come in on Sunday afternoon. Saturdays we generally party, Sunday morning we generally sleep, but that doesn’t take all the time. So I can definitely call you on the weekend.”
“Mm, sounds tough.”
“Oh, it is. You would not believe what those girls get themselves into.”
“Drama?”
“Like none other.”
“Ever need to run the boys out of the girls’ side of camp?”
“At least once a year. Pays pretty well, though, and that’s the crucial bit. But then that leaves us with August.”
“What about it?”
“I’m thinking you could come out and see me the week before school starts and we can go up to my family’s cabin. Then maybe we can drive down to school together. How’s that sound?”
“Fantastic!”
“’Kay, it’s a deal! We can talk more once I talk to my uncle, he’s the one who owns it.”
“Okay, I’m really excited now.”
“That was the general idea,” Meagan said, her voice suddenly turning sultry.
“Not that way!”
“Oh, you should be, though. A cabin on 47 acres of forest land? All to ourselves? We can get up to so much fun that way.”
“Well, now that you put it that way...”
“For instance,” she said, “I can show you how girls can pee in the woods. Or would you like to see that right now? We’ve got trees right over there.”
Parker swallowed. “That would be kinda nice…”
“But there’s no one around,” Meagan said. “I could just drop my pants and squat down right here.”
“Do you want to?”
“Mmmm. I kinda do. It’s getting a little more urgent now.”
“If you want to, go ahead.”
“Mmmmmmmmm.” She wrapped her arms around him and laced her fingers together behind his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. And then another. “I think I want to tell you something first.”
“Sure.”
“We’re doing this my way. Remember? And that means I’m in charge.”
“Yeah. I remember.”
“So you no longer get to decide when I pee. ‘Kay?”
“Got it.”
“So if I wanted to do this—” she undid the top button of her cutoffs and unzipped them, revealing a flash of the green cotton below “—and then pop a squat, that would be my call. But instead I’m going to hold it a little longer, because you like it so much.”
“I really do.”
“Well, I’m going to wait. And you are going to wait. Because I’m in charge, and so you won’t cum until I say so. Got it?”
“Uh… okay.”
“Touch my clit, Parker,” she said, and he found it through the unzipped fly, under the green cotton. She shivered a little, then ran a trailing finger down the crotch of his jeans. He was a little hard underneath; at her touch, he got a little harder.
“You like that?”
“Yup.”
“You like that I’m holding it for you?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Good. Good.” She kissed him, long and lingering, and then zipped up her cutoffs—without redoing the top button, he noticed—and took him by the hand and led him up to the woods.
They went a short way in, where it was not too dark to see yet but was still under a little cover.
“Ever seen a girl pee in a tree, Parker?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“Someday you will, I promise.” She leaned back against a tree and beckoned to him. “Kiss me, Parker,” she commanded, and he hurried to obey. He stiffened further as he pressed against her body.
“Time for a new rule, I think,” Meagan said. “You don’t get to touch your cock any more. Even rubbing it up against me. ‘Kay? Only I get to decide when you get touched.”
This was… oddly thrilling. “Got it.”
“Take my shirt off, hon.” She held up her arms to make it easy for him, and he did as he was told, shivering a bit more with the excitement of doing this outside.
She was wearing a black bra again. “Take this off me,” she said, turning her back to him, “but do not touch my breasts.”
This took some time, since he fumbled with it. She shrugged out of the bra straps, holding the cups up to her breasts with her hands.
“Take the bra from me, fold it up, and put it in my back pocket. You don’t get to touch my ass, either.”
He pulled it out of her hands, which she kept covering her breasts, and followed instructions.
“Kiss my shoulders. But don’t touch my back with your hands.”
As he leaned close to do this, she backed into him with her butt and brushed it against his crotch, then drew away. After a few kisses on her freckled shoulders, she turned around, still cupping her breasts.
“Do you want to see these?” she said.
“Always.”
“Pay the price.” She puckered her lips, and he kissed them. She slid her hands down slowly, down onto her belly, then down to her hips, and stood posed like that, watching his eyes, which were looking hungrily at her.
He bent to kiss them.
“No,” she said, firmly and gently, and pushed him back. She brought her hands to her breasts again, pushing them together. “You like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Would you like to put your cock there? Slide in right between them?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“We’ll do that someday, then,” she said. “But not right now. Right now, I really need to pee. What do you think? Should I pee right here?” She unzipped the fly of her jean cutoffs again.
“You’re in charge.”
“Fuckin’ right I am,” she said. She pulled the cutoffs down to her thighs, then her panties… but she kept one hand covering her crotch almost demurely.
“Look closely, but it’s look and don’t touch,” Meagan said. She leaned back against the tree again and went into a sitting position. Parker watched, transfixed.
“Just fix this picture in your mind,” she whispered. “Wait for the sound of my piss hitting the ground.”
Nothing happened for a long moment, except that Parker’s breathing was going a lot faster. Then Meagan stood up and pulled her pants up again.
“You didn’t pee?”
“I decide when and where, remember?” Meagan said. “But imagine that I might have, hmm? Imagine what that would be like.”
He did, and swallowed hard.
She pulled her shirt back on—but didn’t put her bra back on before she did. “Getting a little cold out here?” Meagan asked, cradling her hands under her breasts and lifting them up for his inspection. Her nipples were visibly hard through the cotton.
“Not really,” he said, truthfully.
“Mmmhmm. This is all me, not the weather.” She gave a little shiver. “And feeling the shirt rubbing direct on my nips… mmm, that’s nice right now.” She took his hand. “You know what else feels nice?”
“What?”
“I am definitely ready to go find a place to pee. I think we’ll go back to the dorm now.”
As they passed the spot on the path where she’d first unzipped her shorts, Parker asked, “How bad do you need to go?”
“If I want you to know I’ll tell you,” Meagan said, warmly.
“Ah. Got it.”
“But since I do want you to know, I’ll tell you right now. If I weren’t with you I would have peed in the woods.”
“Would you really pee out in the open, like you said?”
She thought about it. “I think I’d have to be a little bit more desperate for that. I’d probably try to find some cover, even if no one was watching. But would you like me to do that someday? Out in public, no cover at all?”
“Yes please.”
“We’ll see if we can arrange that,” Meagan said. She stopped for a moment. “Imagine me squatting down right here,” she said. “Pants around my ankles. Bare-assed. Just picture that for a second.”
He shivered, and shivered again as she traced the bulge at the front of his jeans with her fingers.
“What I might do, if no one were around,” she said, “is take this out and play with it a little. Would you like that?”
“Yes. Yes…”
“Would you like that right now?”
“Yes, please.”
“Mmm, too bad,” she said, taking her hand away. “I’ve got plans for you. But also I don’t want to wait around here much longer, since I’m not going to pop a squat for you. Let’s get back.”
Campus was almost empty, so they strolled through the brick buildings and tree-lined paths without any worries about the three erections (two small and breast-mounted, one large and at the crotch) that were fairly visible to the world close up. As they came to the lock on Meagan’s dorm, she crossed her legs as she slid the card through the card reader.
“Now what?” Parker whispered, and wondered why he was bothering. “Bathroom?”
“Oh, not yet,” Meagan purred, leading him down the hall by the hand. “I can last a little longer.”
The door of her dorm room closed behind them. The room felt very empty, very strange, with all of the decorations down and most of the stuff packed away. But Meagan had left her bed intact, as well as a thin drape that she was using to cover the white-painted cinder-block wall, so that still felt familiar.
Meagan turned to Parker, pulled him close, kissed him, and then crossed her legs. “So for your information,” she said, “I’m at the leg-crossing stage, obviously…I can hold it a while longer, but not without help. Those pelvic muscles are starting to get a little tired.” She took a drink from her Nalgene water bottle, and then held her arms straight up above her head, as if to have her shirt taken off. Something in the gesture was incredibly sensual. “Would you like to see me with my shirt off?” she asked.
“Of course,” he said, and moved to help, but she shook her head.
“Pay the price first,” she said. “Your shirt for mine.”
He pulled his off immediately.
“Now mine. But remember, no touching.”
He did so.
She brought her bare arms down and folded her hands to press against her crotch. This had the useful effect of pushing up her breasts.
“You like these, don’t you,” she said softly.
“Yes.”
“You want to touch them. Kiss them.”
“Yes.”
“Not yet. Do you want me to take my pants off?”
“Yes, please…”
“Pay the price again. Pants and boxers. Your nakedness for my jeans.”
He kicked off his shoes, shucked off his socks, and stripped.
“Sit down on the bed.”
She uncrossed her legs—and winced, and then ditched her sandals. She’d never re-buttoned the top of her jeans. She unzipped them slowly now, folding back the flaps to reveal more and more of her green panties, and finally peeled the waistband off her hips entirely and pushed the denim to the floor. She stepped out of them—how did she make even that look seductive?—and leaned close. She held her hands pressed against her crotch, again forcing her boobs together, which combined with gravity to create a vast valley in her chest.
“Do you like what you see?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“What do you like most? The boobs? Or my hands on my crotch?”
He swallowed. “That’s really hard.”
“Just to let you know, I really do need to keep holding on down there,” she said. “I never have to hold myself like that. You know that. But I really need to go that bad.” She smiled. “Does that help you decide?”
“Yeah…”
Parker was shivering with arousal now. His cock was iron-hard, and the tip was drooling cum.
Meagan took one hand away from her groin to trace a knuckle down Parker’s cheek and neck, and a finger down his chest to his belly, and then to his hard-on. She caressed his cock with just that one finger.
“Do you need to let go of something, too?”
His teeth were starting to chatter. He couldn’t answer. But that was enough of an answer itself.
“Would my hand help with that, too?”
He managed to nod.
“Or my boobs?”
A rather more vigorous nod.
“Or would you like to fuck me?”
Frantic nodding.
She drew back. She slid one hand under the waistband of her panties to hold herself. “Take these off me,” she commanded, “but don’t touch anything except my legs. Not my butt, not my crotch.”
With some difficulty, because basic motor skills were slipping, he managed to pull them down to her thighs. As soon as the fabric left her crotch, however, she jerked and gasped and squeezed her legs together over her hand. For a long moment she got a highly focused look on her face. Then she relaxed slightly. “That was close,” she said. “The second those came off me, I needed to go ten times worse. I don’t think I can hold it much longer.” She caressed his cheek. “You like the words, don’t you? When I tell you how badly I need to go?”
He nodded again.
“I think I can hold on another few minutes. Not very much longer than that, though. I am nearly leaking. My hand’s already wet, though. You know why?”
He could only look pleadingly at her.
“I’m so wet for you. I love how hard I’ve made you. I love how desperate I’ve made you. You know what I love most about your fetish? The fact that I can control you so dang easily just by holding it. All I have to do is be whisper in your ear ‘I’m bursting’ and you get hard.
“So yeah. I am dripping wet for you. Do you want to come in me?”
He nodded so fiercely it looked like he was head-banging, and she chuckled low in her throat.
“Get on the edge of the bed.”
As he scooted forward, she turned around so her back was to him. She bent into a crouch, and began what he could only call a pee-dance lap dance. She squirmed, she writhed, obviously fighting for every second now. But what she did, as she squirmed, was brush her butt against his thighs, his chest and belly, and—very rarely against his cock. Somehow she always managed to miss that.
He finally found his voice. “Please, please, can I fuck you?”
She stopped dancing—well, controlled it, and looked over her shoulder. “No, you can’t,” she whispered.
“I know I’m not allowed to touch myself,” he said, “but please, can you touch me? I need… I need to…”
“I know what you need,” she purred. “And you need it just as bad as I need to piss. Not yet. For either of us. I think I’m done touching your cock tonight.”
“Can I touch you?”
She settled herself on his left leg, hands still wedged in between her legs. “You can touch my shoulders,” she said, “and my back. But not my breasts. Not my butt. Not my crotch.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“You may.”
After just a few moments of making out, she whispered in his ear, “Guess what?”
“What?”
“You’re not coming tonight.”
He jerked as if she’d hit him.
“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll get you there,” she whispered again. “But not tonight.”
She stood up. “I’m going to go pee,” she said, “because I am about to explode. Stay on the bed and do not touch yourself. If you do you’ll probably blow your load in a heartbeat and that would be a real waste. If you’re limp by the time I get back you’ll be in serious trouble. If you’re starting to get soft ‘cause I’m not in sight, just remember what it is I’m doing in the bathroom. In fact, I’m going to leave both doors open. I’ll bet you’ll be able to hear me from here.”
Still clutching her crotch with one hand, she went over to her closet, where a few things were still hanging, and pulled out something he’d never seen before: a bathrobe. Maybe a kimono, he wasn’t sure, but it was clearly designed for being looked at rather than keeping the wearer warm: it was thin, and short—only thigh-length. She put it on one arm at a time, keeping the other hand pressed between her legs. She couldn’t tie the belt with only one hand, however, so instead she just held it closed—that other hand still crushed between her thighs—as she stepped out into the hall, bent almost double. Anyone looking at her would probably get quite a good idea of what she looked like naked, because her boobs were nearly falling out and it was easy enough to see her crotch.
Aware that there were still people in the dorm, Parker scooted back onto the bed so Meagan’s closet hid most of him. As soon as this was done, he heard the bathroom door swing open and heard Meagan flip down the doorstop. He imagined her using her toe, maybe leaning on the door with her head as she tried to manage the simple task while holding on for dear life. He heard a stall door slam back on its hinges. And a moment later, he heard an absolute thunderous piss. And over it, just barely audible, a choked-back moan.
She peed fast, he’d noticed, letting it all out in a torrent, but tonight it still took a while.
And he was not going to have any trouble staying hard.
After the gusher stopped, he couldn’t hear anything for a few minutes. Then, finally, a faint sound of paper rolling, followed by a flush. She washed her hands, closed the bathroom door behind her, and came back into the room.
She was wearing her kimono properly this time, belted at the waist; it didn’t do much to hide her, though, for it fell open very wide at the chest and if she turned too fast, the thin fabric billowed out and her boob was totally visible from the right angle.
She closed the dorm door and came over to the bed. She grabbed her Nalgene and took two long drinks. Then she knelt down, straddling him, and the kimono fabric pulled up and apart and it was entirely obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath—which he’d already known, of course, but it was still thrilling.
“I’m shaking,” she said, and he could feel it in her thighs, bracketing his own.
“Better?”
“Oh yeah. I basically came while I was peeing, I think. Or at least it felt like I came.”
“But I can’t come?”
“No. Because this is how I get off, my dear sweet hedgehog: controlling my lover. I think you can probably figure out why, if there’s any blood left in your brain.”
“Not a lot,” Parker said, “but yeah, I think I get it.”
“So what we’re going to do now,” Meagan said, “is bring you back down without getting you off. It’s gonna take a little while.”
She shrugged out of the kimono, and its silk fell across his knees behind her.
“Getting naked again is gonna help?” Parker asked skeptically.
“Yes, actually, because we’re not going to do anything with it and your body will get bored. Get on the edge of the bed again.”
He was skeptical that her nakedness would ever bore him, but moved back to where she’d given him that dance. She knelt behind him, clasping his hips with her thighs, pressing her breasts to his bare back, and cuddled him, gently stroking his cheek. She held him still like that. At first the delight of having her naked behind him kept him pretty hard, but gradually his cock did shrink a little, because she wasn’t moving or stroking or dancing or holding (either him or her pee). Eventually she had him sit on the floor (on a pillow) and gave him a shoulder rub, occasionally taking swigs from her bottle. He couldn’t say he was totally relaxed, but he wasn’t rock-hard rampant any more.
“I’m gonna test you out,” Meagan said, and cradled his mostly-limp cock in her hand. Instantly he hardened again.
“Still pretty sensitive, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“It’ll take a little longer, then.”
They didn’t say anything for a long time. She massaged his shoulders, his neck, his scalp, and gradually he relaxed.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Meagan asked.
“That was intense,” Parker said. “Like, the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Better than your birthday?”
“Yeah. Definitely. And I didn’t even come!”
“No, you did not. So you learned something today, huh? You can have a great moment like that and not blow your load. I wasn’t planning on coming either. It just… slipped out.”
“I kinda wish mine had… I can’t believe you did all that to me and I didn’t just spontaneously explode!”
“Don’t worry. A lot of guys can’t come without some touch. I was hoping you were one of them, and it sure seems like you are. And don’t worry about this, either: you will come like a rocket again. Just not tonight.”
“Tomorrow?”
“You’ll come when I want you to come.”
“It’ll have to be tomorrow. We’re leaving tomorrow.” And suddenly the sadness of that hit him.
“Shh. We’re doing a lot of things tomorrow,” she said. “It’ll be a good day. You’ll see.”
She ran her fingers through his hair again. “Are you all right with me running this show? A lot of guys have some problems with being out of control like this.”
“Not a problem. Never been a problem. I’ve always been in your hands, Meagan,” he said. “I love you.”
She stopped stroking his hair, took his face between her palms, and kissed him. Then she said, “I know.”
“You do?”
“You nearly told me on the beach in Savannah. I heard you. I didn’t say anything then because, well, young love, and we were still pretty new together. Actually, we still are, but we’ve had our first seriously big fight and survived. We talked about a lot of heavy stuff and we’re making up, and that’s pretty huge. I can’t promise we’ll do great at long-distance. I’ve never done that before. But we’re going to try. Because I think I’m falling for you too, Parker. Not sure how that happened.”
“You’ve never been in love?”
“Two or three times. But I thought I’d learned better.”
“Maybe this time it’ll be different.”
“It already is, beautiful boy. That’s why we’re in this bed together right now.”
She yawned. “Speaking of bed… I am wiped. That holding takes it out of me, you know?”
“It’s still only 9:15.”
“Early to bed, early to rise. We’ll get up and have a good long day. Besides, I have to drive, so I want plenty of sleep.”
He got dressed, used the bathroom, brushed his teeth, came back to bed, stripped off again (except his boxers), and fell into her arms. It was only 9:30 when they turned the lights out.
“There’s really only one thing that worries me about tomorrow,” Meagan murmured into his shoulder, as she spooned him again.
“Hmm?”
“I’m worried you’re gonna have a wet dream and all my careful prep work will be for nothing.”
“Well, I’ll try not to.”
“You better. I know exactly where and when I want you to come, and it’s not on my sheets at 4am.”
He shivered a little.
“Sleep well, lover,” she said through a yawn.
~~~
He woke up from an intensely erotic dream and found he was hard again. He got out of bed, walked around the room a few minutes to let the blood drain out, and went to the bathroom. When he came back into the room, Meagan made an adorable questioning noise as she felt for him in the bed. He crawled back in beside her. “Just got up to pee,” he said.
“Lucky you,” she murmured, and then passed out again without explanation.
~~~
When he woke up the second time, he was hard once more… but that was because Meagan was giving him a blow job. When she realized he was awake, she stopped, wiped her mouth, and grinned at him. “Good morning, lover,” she said.
“Don’t stop,” he croaked.
“Oh, I can’t wrap up our fun so soon!” she said cheerfully. “I have plans.”
“How on earth are you this awake so early…?” Parker mumbled, fumbling for his watch: 5:20.
“Well, we did get to bed early, too,” Meagan said. “That’s part of it. But the other part is my plan for today.”
“Which is…?”
“I am not going to pee today until you come, and I gotta go. So I woke you up.”
“Next time, all you need to do to wake me up is say that.”
She grinned even more broadly. “Thought that would get your attention.”
“I think I’m pretty ready,” Parker said, “especially after last night.”
“Oh, you’re not gonna come just yet,” Meagan said, playfully powerful.
“Then why wake me up?”
“Because the fun is in how it affects you, silly. I’m probably not going to do this on my own, you know. But I love love love doing it with you because I love having my hand on your on switch.”
“You mentioned, last night.”
“Mmhm. So if I’m gonna be squirming all over this room for the next hour or so, I definitely want my audience. And I don’t think you’d want to miss it, would you?”
“Definitely not.”
She stood up and stretched. “Mmmmmmmm. This feels delicious. I really do wanna pee right now. Not gonna, though. I know exactly when I get to pee.”
“When?”
“Spoilers, buddy.” She patted her bladder. “Definitely full. If I were waking up alone, I’d go to the bathroom right now. If I were home alone, I wouldn’t even stop to put on clothes. If I were at camp, though… I’d have to get up, get some clothes on, get my sandals on, and walk over to the bathrooms. There have been some mornings when that walk was hard, hard, hard.”
“Do you ever pee outside at camp?”
“Mmm, not really? Maybe once on a Saturday after the kids went home? We’re generally close to the bathrooms. Sometimes we’re in the middle of something and it takes a little longer, but that’s generally not a problem for me. I’m good at holding.”
“And how.”
She bounced on her toes, bounced around, then looked at the floor of the dorm with a measuring eye and did a cartwheel.
“Oof,” she said as she came back up from that. “That was a little tricky.”
“I could watch this all day,” Parker said. “You are seriously full of beans.”
“Full of pee and not nearly full enough of you,” Meagan said.
“We could change that.”
She smiled. “Not unless I give the word. Part of this is about denying myself, you know. It’s all about the control. The trust. That’s probably why you’re so good at this game. You trust me. And you listen. Last time I tried this, the guy would not stick to his part. I had to pry his hands off me or off his dick half a dozen times.”
Parker’s face scrunched up at the thought of Meagan playing this game with someone else. She noticed and jumped back on the bed next to him, kissing him passionately. “Stay with me, hedgehog. We’re here, right now. I’m with you. You know I want you.”
“Thank you,” he said. “That helped.”
“You know what else will help?”
“Hmm?”
“Wanna feel how full I am?”
“Yes please.”
She took his hand in hers and pulled it to that place between crotch and belly. She wasn’t bulging out, but her muscles were definitely taut.
“Just for you. All for you.”
“That definitely helps.”
She jumped up again, wincing only slightly as her feet hit the floor. She pranced around for a few minutes. “This is seriously fun,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I love driving you crazy for me.”
She struck a “desperate” pose, hands placed on her crotch, breasts pushed together by her arms, bent slightly forward and her butt slightly out. Then she spun in a circle. Her hair went wild and she paused a moment to comb it out with her fingers. Somehow that simple act—admittedly with her naked and obviously slightly desperate—was intensely attractive, even more than the pose.
Meagan fidgeted for a few more minutes, then stopped her prancing and looked around the room. “Hmmm. Where would I pee in here?”
“Trash can.”
“Been there, done that. Out the window, maybe?” She backed up and pointed her butt to the window (the blinds were closed).
“Really? Anybody might see you.”
“At 5 in the morning on a nearly-empty campus? Doubt it.” Her eyes lit up. “I like it. You could be in front of me. I could blow you or you could be in between my boobs… Do you want to do that?”
A thrill ran through him. “Um, at this rate I just can’t wait to fuck you somehow. And watch you pee. Yeah. I could do that.”
“You look like you’re nearly ready, yeah,” Meagan said with a grin. She straightened up. “But we’re not going to.”
“You really like yanking my chain, don’t you.”
“Yup, that’s the idea. Besides, I’ll get us where we want to go.”
“I hope so.”
Meagan bounced on her toes again. “Want to know how bad I need to go?”
“Duh!”
“If I were driving somewhere, I’d start thinking about pulling over anywhere I could see some cover.”
“Really? Already?”
“Remember how much water I drank last night, after I peed?”
“Mmmm…”
“Also it’s morning and I always need to pee as soon as I wake up, and also also, I’m naked and that’s making me go even more.”
Her eyes flashed to her closet. She ran lightly over and pulled out a big thick bath towel. “I could just fold this up and pee on this,” she said. “Pretty absorbent. I could crouch down, you could jack off onto me… or I could just stand up and let it go down my legs…”
She gave him an appraising look. “Come here, Parker,” she commanded.
When he came over, she gave his cock a light stroke—not that it needed much help to stay stiff—and then told him, “Lay down on the towel.”
He did, staring up at her, wondering what was about to happen.
She stood over him, one leg on either side of him, just touching his hips. “Do you want me to fuck you right here on the floor?”
“Please. The floor, the bed—anywhere.”
She crouched down in a squat, straddling him. “Even if I pissed all over you? I can’t hold it much longer, you know. I might leak during sex.”
“Yes. Please.”
She bent low and kissed him. She took his cock in her hand, steered it between her legs, touched the tip to her inner lips… then paused, went rigid, hands clenched—and then let her breath out slowly. “Okay. Now I’m really on the clock,” she said.
She stood up carefully, backed up against the side of Dacy’s now-empty closet, and leaned against it. She spread her legs slightly and he wondered if she was about to forget about the puddle and just pee right there. But instead her fingers went to work. Her eyes went half-lidded.
He watched, fascinated.
“Watch me, Parker,” she said. “Remember this. This is me getting wet for you. Soon it’ll be your turn.” She paused fingering herself to tuck one thigh up a little closer. “Whew. Getting harder to hold. Remember this. I need to go so bad. For you. Remember this all summer long.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, heart racing.
“Come here, lover.”
He got up off the bed, stepped to her side.
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes. Yes please.”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Oh yes.”
“I’ll give you one of them. Caress me, lover. Keep it above my waist—no, above my belly button. And keep it gentle.”
“Can I touch your breasts?”
“Yes.”
He kissed her, he stroked her, he fondled her breasts until her nipples went hard as his cock, he made out with her neck and her mouth and her freckles. All the while her eyes were mostly closed, her fingers busy down below. Her breath was coming fast.
“’Kay, I think I’m ready,” Meagan said.
“For what?”
“For getting you in me and getting the pee out of me, in that order. Grab your towel and the condoms and the lube.”
“Where are we going?”
“A place you’ve probably dreamed about all your life.” She gingerly took her hands away from her crotch, picked up her towel, and wrapped it around her, then grabbed her bag of shower gear. He did the same with his towel, trying to hide the lube and condoms in the folds.
She opened the door and looked out into the hall: no one in sight. “Wait here,” she said, and went over to the girls’ bathroom. She stepped inside. A few seconds later she poked her head back out and beckoned him over. He closed the door behind him, carefully checking to make sure it didn’t lock behind them. That was a mistake you didn’t make twice.
When he stepped into the girls’ room, Meagan had her legs crossed. “I really wish I hadn’t looked at the toilets,” she whispered.
He looked around.
“Welcome to forbidden ground,” Meagan intoned. “C’mon, we’re in here.”
The girls’ showers were arranged individually, with two curtains: one outer, one inner. Meagan drew him into one, closed the outer curtain, and dropped her towel on the little bench in the outer part. “If anyone comes in,” she whispered, “I’m turning the shower on, ready or not. ‘Kay?”
“Got it.”
She wriggled a little, then crouched down and sat on her heel. “God, gotta go. Really gotta go. Lube?”
He handed her the bottle. She gave him a few big drops on the tip of his fierce hard-on and rubbed it around with her fingers. He groaned a little. She grinned.
“Condom next.”
He held it out. She expertly tore the package open and unrolled it onto him, full length, tip pinched between her fingers. She then gave him several more squirts of lube and rubbed his length, very slowly.
He moaned again.
“That’s a sound I like to hear,” she whispered. “But don’t come too fast, hon.”
“I dunno, I need it so bad… I want you so bad…”
“I know. I know just how much you want me. But you need to look and not touch for another minute,” she said. She stood up and posed against the inner wall of the shower, one hand up the wall, one hand at her crotch, fingering herself.
“You know how hard it is for me to hold on right now?” she whispered.
He shivered.
“I’m really bursting.”
Shiver. “As bad as last night?” he asked.
“No. And not as bad as your birthday night, either. I did that deliberately, though. C’mon in, lover.”
He stepped to her side.
“I’m bursting,” she said in his ear, “but I’m pretty sure I can still fit you in me. Do you wanna fuck me?”
“So bad.”
“Do you wanna come in me?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
She waited a long moment, then turned to face the wall. She looked over her shoulder and said, “You may. I want you in me. And you can touch me wherever you want from now on. Except my bladder.”
As usual he fumbled to find the right place. She reached between her legs and steered him to the proper spot. But he had a hard time getting into her.
“It’s because I’m holding on so tight,” she whispered. “Okay, I’m gonna relax a bit… and hope I don’t leak…”
She eased up a bit, he pushed a little harder, the lube did its job, and he was in.
“Let me shift a bit, bad angle…”
And then:
“Oh god,” Meagan moaned. “That feels amazing. Be gentle, but that feels absolutely incredible. You can go a little deeper. A little more. And a tiny bit harder. Mmmm, yes, yes. Oh yes. Come in me, come in me, fill me up even more. Mmmmmm…”
“You’re so tight,” Parker whispered, “it’s amazing, even through the condom...”
She turned her head to say to him over her shoulder, “Yes, lover, yes, that’s just right. You’re fucking me and it feels so good. Every time you thrust I nearly leak, I need to go so bad, but it feels amazing, don’t you dare stop. Come in me, come on, come on. Remember that I nearly burst last night teasing you? Remember that you nearly burst when I gave you that lap dance? Remember that I haven’t peed since fuckin’ yesterday?”
He kept thrusting. It didn’t feel quite right, the condom never did, but he was so desperate to come he didn’t care, couldn’t care, just kept pushing on through it. And the way she was squeezing really was amazing.
“Aw fuck I gotta go, I gotta go. You feel great, Parker, you feel so great...” She braced herself on one hand and sent her other one diving for her clit. “Come on. Come on. Come in me.”
And then, suddenly, she was coming. He could feel the contractions ripple through her whole body, including her inner muscles.
“Ah, ah, I’m coming. Yes. Yesssssss. Aw, fuck, keep going, keep going, you’re amazing. Yes, come, come, my love, come in me.”
He could feel it welling up in him, and then…
“I got you, love, I got you, I got you, I gotta go, I got you…”
Boom
“It’s okay, no one can hear you, keep going,” Megan said.
“Meagan, I’m on fire, I’m on fire...”
“Yes. Yes. I got you. Yes.”
Exhausted, drained, weak at the knees, he had to hang on to her hips to keep himself upright.
“No problem,” she said. “No problem. Hold on. Yes.”
He drew back… and she squeezed him right out of her. “Sorry!” she said. “Well, not that sorry, ‘cause I’m peeing right now. Watch...”
She let go.
Her stream drummed on the tiles of the shower, thundered, hissed and steamed and roared out of her. She moaned again. He could feel the spray on his legs, on his feet; Meagan’s legs were clearly getting soaked. He was still clinging to her and he could feel the tension pour out of her along with the piss. It was not long—it never was, with her—but for a few moments it felt like a warm waterfall.
She straightened up, ran her hands up her body to her breasts and then up into a sultry stretch. “Aw yeah,” she said.
He leaned against the shower wall. “I can barely stand up,” he said.
“Me too. That’s how you know you did it right, huh?”
They stood, panting, for another long minute.
“Shower?” Meagan said. “I’m glad I remembered the soap.”
They hadn’t showered together before. It was fun, although Parker was still seeing spots and couldn’t let go of the wall or he’d fall over. Meagan washed him, and most of herself, but let him do her breasts and shoulders.
Then they just stood under the warm shower and made out for a little while.
Finally they toweled off and, leaning against each other, made their way back to the room, where they promptly fell over onto the bed.
“How you feelin’, love?” Meagan asked.
“God, that was the best I have ever had. Best. Ever.”
“I’m trying to think of something that was better for me, too… Top Three, at least, but I think that was maybe the Greatest of All Time for me, too.”
“…Do you think anyone heard us?”
“Dunno. We kinda forgot to be quiet at the end there, didn’t we? But I don’t think anyone’s going to complain. And if they do… well, they can deal with it. It’s our last time for a while. We had to make it good.”
“So good.”
“I didn’t boss you around this much this morning, I wasn’t quite in the same mood. But how was that?”
“Just fine. And how was the holding?”
“Oh, I could have held on even longer if I had to, it’s just it’s hard to hit that window of totally desperate but not so much you won’t be able to fit.”
“God, you’re awesome.”
“Thank you.”
“Seriously. I am in awe of your muscles.”
She cuddled him. “I’m glad you liked it. I love being able to turn you on so much. It matches my own thing just about perfectly.”
“You know, Meagan?”
“Hmm?”
“‘This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.’”
“‘Start’? I’m insulted. I just fucked you so hard you couldn’t stand, and you say that’s the start of a friendship?” She took any sting out of her words with a kiss.
“It’s a quote! From Casablanca!”
“Oh, haven’t seen that yet. But anyway, it’s still wrong. What this is, is the end of the beginning.” She grinned at him, sly, sexy. “We’re just getting warmed up.”
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This ends Parker’s story… and begins the story of Parker and Meagan, together.
Their adventures will continue in 2018, under a new title.
Thank you for reading! |
Hey everyone, I'm back again with another long story about some people who are extremely desperate to pee. I met to post this here when I finished it a few months ago, but I realized recently that I completely forgot to until now, so my apologize for the delay.
Note: This story is long and divided up into multiple parts, so that it's easier to read in more than one sitting. Each part averages about 5,000 words in length, except for part #5, the final part, which is twice as long. So yeah, it'll take a while to read through it all.
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The Beach Party, Part #1
"Hey Zora, you'll love this party I just heard about".
"Oh? Why is that Matt? You know I only like parties if there's plenty of beer involved"
"Oh there is, take a look at this flyer William gave me" replied Matt, handing it to Zora.
Zora looked at the flyer, it was advertising a weekend party at the beach for the entire freshmen class, and promising plenty of beer. The group would leave extra early on a bus at 6 AM on a Saturday, and head home on a bus on Sunday at 7 PM. It also vaguely promised some 'beer contests' that people could win money participating in, or placing bets on. In smaller font it was stated that most of the beer served before the evening would be non-alcoholic for legal liability reasons.
"Well I'm sure they'd love for two gorgeous people like us to be there Matt. Too bad we're both too broke to bet any money on the contests it advertises" said Zora.
"Hey don't say that before we even know what the contests are" argued Matt. "We both know how you're able to drink a lot of big tough guys under the table Zora, including yours truly. No one ever expects the slim sexy nerd girl to be able to down more beer then them".
Matt's flattering description of Zora described her well. Zora was a slim and sexy 19 year old college girl with long dark hair who majored in mathematics. Despite how Zora looked like a lightweight, whenever she went out drinking with the guys she always drank more beer than even the tall muscular jocks in the group. Zora was also well known among her friends for having an iron bladder, since she never visited the ladies room when she went out drinking. Not even when the others in her group had each visited the restrooms several times in the night while drinking less beer than her. Zora never took more than 3 trips to the toilet in a day, and could often easily get away with just 2 pees a day without too much trouble.
Despite being one of the smartest students in her year, Zora often hung out with the guys who could be described as the 'dumb jocks' who were great at sports and had great bodies but weren't the brightest bulbs. Her boyfriend Matt was one of those guys, big and muscular but not the brightest at academic work.
"Just because I'm good at it doesn't mean that I'll win any bets we place on me" protested Zora, "but even if we're too broke to bet money we could still win some of the prizes it talks about".
"Then I'll find a few bucks to place a bet on you if it's a drinking contest Zora" said Matt. "But first lets answer the million dollar question. Are we going to sign up for this party or what"?
"Of course we are" Zora replied eagerly. "William may be known as a rich prick, but he's also known to always throw the best parties. Just make sure you tell Steve and Phil about this, they'll want to go to". Steve and Phil were friends of Zora and Matt who they often hung out with and went out drinking with.
"Way ahead of you Zora, I ran into them first and already told them while I was looking for you" grinned Matt. "I'll go RSVP for us both".
When the day of the party came Zora was as exhausted as everyone else from having to get up before 6 AM to catch the bus. Zora woke up so close to 6 AM that she barely had time to get dressed and visit the bathroom to take a morning piss before racing to catch the bus. As they got onto the buses Zora counted roughly 100 college students coming along for the weekend beach party.
Zora had dressed appropriately in skimpy clothing since it was bound to be quite warm at the beach, and she wanted to show off her sexy body. Zora wore a skimpy black bikini underneath a skimpy tank top and a very short jeans denim skirt. Zora saw that most of the other girls had dressed similarly. Most of the guys were in just their swim trunks and a short sleeve shirt. Since they wouldn't arrive at the beach for several hours, and it was so early in the day, Zora, Matt, and almost all the other passengers quickly fell asleep during the long ride.
"Zora wake up, we're at the beach" whispered Matt.
"Huh" yawned Zora as she opened her eyes and looked around. It looked like Matt was right, almost everyone else was already getting out of their seats and helping to carry beach supplies and coolers of refreshments out. Zora looked out the window, and saw the beautiful ocean splashing onto the beach sand.
As they got off the bus Zora saw that the beach they had gone to was truly as in the middle of nowhere as possible. It was a very rural looking place with a lot of grass and mountains in the distance inland, and no signs of civilization for miles. William had promised that they'd have absolute privacy on the beach where no one would disturb them, and the location he had picked certainly seemed to deliver on that promise.
Soon the beach supplies and drinks were completely unloaded from the buses and the buses drove away. Zora, Matt, and most of the others stripped down to their bikini's and swim trunks and began to put on sunscreen. Matt finished putting the sunscreen on himself first.
"Hey, I'll be back in a bit Zora, I gotta go take a piss" said Matt as he began to get up.
"Go right ahead" replied Zora, though she wondered where Matt intended to go. Zora had already gotten enough of a look at the beach & nearby area to see that there were no public restrooms here. There weren't even any buildings in sight for miles. There was also barely anything to hide behind to offer any privacy.
As Matt began to walk away the direction he was heading in immediately answered Zora's question. He was heading towards some several feet high sand dunes that stretched pretty far. At least 4 other guys were already standing near the sand dunes facing away from Zora and most of the other college students. It didn't take a genius to figure out even from the distance that they were all peeing on the sand dunes.
"Hey Matt" Zora shouted while he was still within earshot, "get me a cold bottle of beer on your way back, I'm thirsty". Zora heard Matt shout an 'ok' back to her.
As Zora was left alone to put her sunscreen on her mind turned to the obvious question, what would Zora do when she had to pee later. While Zora had no urge to go right now, having just taken a morning piss about 3 hours ago, she had little doubt that she'd be needing to go eventually with all the beer she'd be drinking today. Zora had figured that there would be a public restroom nearby that she could use, but obviously that wasn't the case.
While Zora wasn't completely opposed to the idea of squatting down to pee somewhere outdoors if she had no other choice, the thought of peeing without any privacy really bothered her. Zora didn't want over 100 other college students to see her squatting down for a piss. The sand dunes didn't really offer much of any privacy even if she went behind them, they were just too short. The thought of wading into the ocean and peeing through her bikini bottom crossed Zora's mind. But Zora couldn't stomach the thought of purposely peeing in the ocean. It was disgusting to even think about, let alone to actually do it.
'I guess I can hold it until it's pitch dark. Then I can take a short walk somewhere away from the others, and pee in the privacy of the cover of darkness' Zora pondered in her head. Without doing any math, Zora thought holding it that long might be a bit of a stretch for her iron bladder. If she wanted to Zora could easily pee just twice a day, once in the morning after just getting up, and once before bed. But that was without drinking a lot of beer throughout the day, and Zora had intended on drinking a lot of beer today. 'I should probably be alright, just as long as I make a conscious effort not to drink too much beer throughout the day' Zora thought. Zora tried to do some math in her head to determine how much beer she could get away with drinking without getting too uncomfortable before nightfall.
Zora's thoughts were interrupted by Matt returning to her, carrying 2 bottles of beer in his hand, each were 12 ounces in size, the size of a can of soda. "Here, this bottle of beer is ice cold just the way you like it" said Matt as he handed Zora one. A thirsty Zora eagerly took the bottle from Matt and took a deep sip.
Zora and Matt soon hooked up with their friends Steve and Phil, and some other college students as they began to have fun partying on the beach for the next hour. Zora ended up playing a game of volleyball with Matt against Steve and Phil. At one point during their game the guys called for a couple minute break to fetch and drink another bottle of beer. If it weren't for the lack of a restroom at the beach Zora would have grabbed herself a second bottle of beer without a second thought, instead Zora made an effort to restrain herself. 'Wait an hour before you grab a second beer, two in an hour is one too many this early in the day' Zora kept telling herself in her head.
As the first hour wore on, Zora got to see a lot of other guys making use of the sand dunes to pee, and even some girls to. The lack of privacy the girls and guys had who went behind the sand dunes to pee only reinforced Zora's commitment to wait until it was pitch dark out to pee. That time was still many hours away however, it wasn't even 10 AM yet, though Zora still had no urge to go as of yet.
Towards the end of their first hour at the beach as the clock neared 10 AM, William began to shout to get people's attention.
"Alright everyone gather around and shut up for a moment, I've got an announcement to make" yelled William. Zora and her friends followed the crowd towards William. Soon there was a crowd of roughly 100 college students standing around William.
"Alright everyone, you all no doubt noticed on the flyers I passed out advertising this party that it promised beer contests, and betting you can place on it" William announced. The crowd nodded eagerly. "Well, the first of those contests is to begin soon at roughly 10 AM".
"What will the contest be" asked someone in the crowd.
"Glad someone asked" said William, "has everyone ever heard of Edward Fortyhands contests, also called Amy Winehands contests in some places". Some people in the crowd shouted yes, but others said no. Zora was among the no's.
"You've gotta be kidding me that you've never heard of it" Matt whispered in Zora's ears.
"What" whispered Zora defensively, "I'm good at drinking lots of beer, but I've never entered any drinking contests before. Unless you count drinking you under the table for fun a contest".
"Well for those who don't know it's simple" shouted William, continuing to talk over the whisperings from the crowd. William turned around and opened a large cooler behind him. He pulled out a large 40 ounce (1,183 ml) bottle of beer and held it up high for everyone to see. "The people in the contest get one of these 40 ounce bottles duct taped to each of their hands, that's 80 ounces of beer total. They can't use their hands for anything except for drinking from the beer bottles duct taped to them. Only by completely draining both bottles can they remove the duct tape and be free to use their hands for other things again".
"See" whispered Matt, "we've already done it before with Steve and Phil, just without the duct tape". Zora nodded back, they had indeed had several similar contests in their dorm rooms in the past. Despite her smaller size Zora had always finished her bottles first in those contests.
"What if you have to go to the bathroom from all that drinking" a girl in the crowd asked.
William grinned obnoxiously as he answered "then you better finish your beer fast so you can go. Or you can always go in your bikini or swim trunks in front of the crowd". Some people in the crowd laughed. "But if you want to win some cash prizes you better hold it till you finish. The first person to finish their bottles wins $100, and there's prizes for 2nd and 3rd place to. And you can all place bets on who you think will win, and who you think will wet themselves instead of finishing".
"If you want in the first contest then come see me" William concluded, "I'd like at least 8 people, but more is fine to. And remember it's still morning so it's non-alcoholic beer we'll be drinking".
As the crowd broke up when William finished talking Zora's friends wasted no time encouraging her to enter the Edwards Fortyhands contest. As a bunch of poor college students with little extra spending money, the dollar signs were already in the eyes of her friends. William's contest and betting sounded like a golden opportunity for Zora and her friends to make some money.
"Zora you've gotta enter that contest, you'll win for sure" her boyfriend Matt told her.
"That contest is a free $100 for the taking for you Zora, and a free can't lose bet for the three of us" said Steve. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I have just $20, so I'd love to double that amount".
Seeing the look of indecisiveness on her face, Phil chimed in "and since we wouldn't be able to win that free money without you we can even give you a cut of it to Zora. How about say 15 percent?". Matt and Steve both nodded in agreement with Phil.
"Alright, alright I'll do it boys" said Zora as she bowed to peer pressure from her friends, and the lure of some much needed cash.
In truth Zora hadn't hesitated just because she wasn't as confident in winning as her friends were. She was also concerned about how much beer she'd have to drink and how it would undoubtedly hit her bladder sooner or later long before night fell. Some quick math told Zora that downing two 40 ounce bottles of beer would fill her bladder more than 6 of the smaller 12 ounce (355 ML) bottles Zora had already drank one of. And this contest was all about downing a bunch of beer all at once, not over the course of several hours.
And yet Zora was also flat broke just like her friends, so she told herself she could cope with two large bottles of beer. Having just one smaller bottle of beer an hour was being too overly cautious anyway Zora told herself. What good was an iron bladder if Zora didn't put it to use? Besides, it was only one contest, it wasn't like she'd have to do it again, or that they'd let her enter again after she won the first time.
"Are you sure Zora, you seemed a bit indecisive" asked Matt, picking up on Zora's concern, but not realizing the reason for the concern.
"Yes I'm sure Matt, I'm sure guys" said Zora, more confidently then before. "I'm as broke and in need of the extra spending money as you all are. I'll go see William to sign up right now".
"And we'll all go and place bets on your certain victory" Steve added joyfully.
William showed how his reputation as a rich prick was well earned when Zora approached him and announced she wanted to be in his Edward Fortyhands contest. "You?" William laughed, "are you here to try to win it, or are you just here to get some free beer".
Zora wasn't surprised by William's skepticism. As a slim woman who was only 5 feet 5 inches tall, average height for a woman, Zora hardly looked like a person who could down a lot of beer faster than much bigger guys. Zora's three muscle man friends Matt, Steve, and Phil had all once underestimated her the same way when they had first met. Zora took great pleasure in proving to others that they had underestimated her prowess at drinking beer.
"Of course I'm here win your contest" Zora replied with fierce determination. "I've drank plenty of big tough looking guys under the table before, including those three".
William laughed at Zora's determination, clearly skeptical of her claims. "Well if you insist then sure, you can be contestant number 7, which is probably where you'll place to, 7th". Zora only smiled at William's arrogance, if others underestimated her like him then her friends could probably do better than just doubling their money on her win.
"Don't underestimate my girlfriend man" said Matt. "I'm so confident in her that I'm placing a bet on her finishing in 1st place". Matt waved a $20 bill in his hand to show he was serious.
"Well if you want to blow $20 on loyalty to your girl then be my guess" laughed William. "As for you Zora, go sit on the orange beach chair over there with the number 7 written on it, so that the others will know you're in the contest. Wait with the other contestants for the game to begin".
There ended up being a total of nine people in the Edwards Fortyhand contest by the time it started at 10 AM. Besides Zora, there were two other girls in the contest, one of them was Kelly, she was a short, slim, and sexy girl like Zora, though she was a few inches shorter than Zora. Zora was sure William had mocked her as well when she wanted to enter the contest. Zora was sure that the girl was much better at rapidly downing beers then she looked, she had an aura of confidence about her.
One of the other six guys, named Russell, was a strong jock who was over six and a half feet tall. Not surprisingly many were placing their bets on him to win first place. 'The bigger they are the harder they'll fall' Zora thought to herself as she smiled at him.
When the contest was about to begin everyone formed a large circle around William, Zora, and the rest of the contestants. They watched as William duct taped two large 40 ounce bottles of beer to the hands of Zora and the other contestants. Zora smiled as William duct taped the beers to her hand, the bottles were both quite cold, just the way Zora liked her beer.
"Alright everyone, when I say go you can all start drinking and the contest will be on" said William. "Is everyone here ready to drink"! There was a pause as Zora and the others all shouted yes excitedly. "Alright then, get ready, and GO, DRINK!".
Zora didn't even pay attention to what the others were doing when the contest started. She knew from past experience going up against Matt, Steve, and Phil in similar contests that the way for her to win was to pace herself. Trying to down a third of the bottle in one gulp never worked out well for the guys. While the beer wasn't alcoholic like it had been when Zora had done this before, Zora didn't adjust her strategy.
Zora only took herself out of the zone to see how the others were doing briefly when she finished completely draining the first 40 ounce bottle. None of the others had finished their first beer bottle yet. Many of Zora's competitors weren't even halfway done their first bottle. Two people were fairly close on Zora's heels however, Russell the six and a half foot giant, and Kelly the slim girl who was several inches shorter then Zora. Others in the crowd were obviously dumbfounded by how the two slim and good looking girls were giving the giant athlete Russell a run for his money. There was a lot of taunting from the crowd aimed at Russell and the other guys.
"You're doing great Zora, keep going!" Zora heard Matt and her friends shouting.
Zora went back into the zone, and kept on drinking from her second bottle at a steady pace, blind to what her competitors were doing.
When Zora drained the last of her second 40 ounce bottle of beer she knew without even looking at the other contestants that she had won. She heard her friends Matt, Steve, and Phil giving the loudest cheers of the group. Zora looked to her side and saw a surprised William walking over to her. William grabbed Zora's hands and raised the beer bottles to his eye level to verify they were both indeed empty, and then raised Zora's right hand into the air.
"The unexpected 1st place winner everyone, contestant #7, Zora" announced William to the cheering crowd. William soon removed the duct tape and beer bottles from Zora's hands, and then shook her hand. "Congratulations Zora, I never thought someone of your size could down that much beer in just 21 minutes. Feel free to run off for a pee now, I'm sure you need it after all that beer".
William's mention of a pee was an unwelcome reminder of Zora's predicament, and how she had just made things harder on herself by downing so much beer so early in the day. Zora already felt the first twinges of an urge to pee hitting her bladder. Most of the beer hadn't had time to get to Zora's iron bladder just yet however, so Zora simply told William "thanks, but I'm good, I don't need a leak just yet".
"Well feel free to run off to take a leak whenever all that beer hits your bladder" amended William, before he returned his attention to Russell and Kelly. Zora glanced at them as well, and saw Kelly had passed Russell, though Kelly also seemed to be feeling the effects of the beer, with how she was fidgeting her legs around.
When Kelly finished 4 minutes after Zora, she didn't waste any time getting William to take the beer bottles off. "Hurry it up William, I've gotta pee really bad, I should have gone before the contest started". When William removed the duct tape and bottles from her hands, Kelly immediately gripped her crotch with both hands and ran off towards the sand dunes. Zora noted that a lot of people kept taking glances in the direction of Kelly and the sand dunes while Kelly was gone, which only reaffirmed to Zora that there would be no privacy to her if she peed on the sand dunes.
The next 35 minutes everyone else in the contest who finished also ran off to the sand dunes for a much needed piss. However 2 of the contestants, one guy and one girl, both couldn't hold it before finishing their beer. The guy just stood there blushing as he soaked his swim trunks with urine and had it run down his legs. The girl, though unable to use her hands to try to keep her legs dry, tried squatting down on the ground when it started to run down her legs. It helped stop her legs from getting much wetter at least, but that was about all it accomplished.
Just watching the two college students lose control of their bladder was enough to send thoughts of Zora's own bladder back to the top of her mind. Zora felt shivers run down her spine and into her filling bladder as she wondered if she'd be able to hold on till nightfall.
By 11 AM when the contest was over Zora felt the beer continuing to rapidly pump itself into her bladder. But Zora tried to ignore her bladder by focusing on the money she and her friends had just won.
"So exactly how much did you boys bet on me" asked Zora as Matt, Steve, and Phil returned with their winnings in hand.
"Together we bet $80" answered Matt, "But so many people bet against you and on the other 8 contestants that William gave you 3 to 1 odds".
As the math whiz in the group Zora knew how slim the odds were considered for a 3 to 1 chance event to occur, and what the payout was for 3 to 1 odds. Zora's jaw dropped in shock as she realized how much money that had netted the guys.
"You guys raked in $240 dollars in profit!" Zora practically screamed in delight.
"How well did you expect us to do" asked Steve.
"I was expecting you three to collectively make around $100 in profits total, even if you bet all the cash you were carrying" answered Zora. "If I had known you three would make that much I wouldn't have even hesitated to enter the contest".
"So, what's 15% of $240 dollars Zora" asked Matt. "Since we all agreed beforehand that would be your cut for entering the contest and winning us the money".
Zora did the quick mental math "that's $36 dollars, let's hope we have enough smaller bills"
Zora and the three guys sat down on their beach blanket and counted the money together. The gambling money totaled $320. Matt, Steve, and Phil each pocketed the $80 they originally bet, and handed Zora $36 dollars, then split up the remaining $204 among themselves. Zora found herself catching the guy's contagious greed for easy money as they counted it out. It had been so easy winning the contest, and Zora couldn't remember ever seeing so much cash in real life before.
"It's a shame that they surely won't let me play in the remaining drinking contests now" said Zora as she pocketed her money. "It surely wouldn't pay out as much as this one did now, but hey free money is free money".
"You never know if you don't ask" piped up Phil as he started to get up, "I'll go ask William if you'll be allowed to enter the next one, and when it'll be".
"If you can enter it again, imagine how much more money we could win by betting more than $80" said Matt, as thoughts of what to do with their unexpected spending money filled their minds.
Zora's thoughts of how to spend her money were interrupted by Phil returning with a big grin on his face. "Hey guys, William said why not, people love seeing if winners can win again against fiercer competition. Also he said the next contest will be at 2 PM, which is in another 3 hours".
While Zora acted happy with her friends at the news, in the back of Zora's mind there was only one thing she was thinking.
'CRAP CRAP CRAP!' Zora screamed in her head as thoughts of her rapidly filling bladder refused to be ignored any longer. 'What have I just gotten myself into? I can't back out now after just telling the guys I'd do another contest'. Zora glanced at the $136 dollars in her wallet. 'Plus the money is too good for all of us for me to back out, I wish we weren't so poor'. Zora wondered how she'd ever hold on till nightfall if she had another 80 ounces of beer so early in the afternoon.
Oblivious to Zora's anxiety, Matt wrapped his arms around Zora from behind and pulled her closer for a kiss. "Who says we have to do just one more contest guys? I think my girl can go on a long winning streak in these contests".
Matt didn't even give Zora a chance to reply as he bent down and kissed her on the lips. But she could see how Steve and Phil's eyes lit up at Matt's idea, and knew immediately that Matt's big mouth had just made her desperate plight even worse. Out loud Zora simply told them "we'll see when we get there boys".
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The Beach Party, Part #2
The next few hours passed uneventfully, at least to the guy's perspective, since unlike Zora their inhibitions and anatomy didn't stop them from all using the sand dunes whenever they wanted to. Zora and the guys played a few games of beach volleyball with themselves and others. They also enjoyed digging in the sand and playing in the ocean. The ocean water was colder then Zora had expected, which briefly made her urge to piss worse. But Zora prided herself on her iron bladder, so despite all the beer she had downed earlier it was nothing she couldn't handle, for now. Zora was briefly tempted to pee in the ocean, but she knew she couldn't do it, the thought disgusted her too much.
Yet while Zora could still easily control her bladder, more beer continued to pump itself into her bladder the next two hours. Zora tried to ignore her slowly growing need as best she could and just have fun with her friends, but her bladder 's needs kept nagging at her at the back of her mind.
Since Zora knew she'd be entering another beer drinking contest at 2 PM she barely ate anything when food was offered at noon. Zora knew she couldn't stuff herself on food or beer if she expected to win another Edwards Fortyhands drinking contest. To quench her thirst in between the contests Zora allowed herself only a single 12 ounce bottle of beer. Zora knew in the back of her mind she'd be regretting having the beer bottle later after she downed another 80 ounces of beer and had to pee a lot worse. But Zora was too thirsty to care at the moment.
By 1 PM Zora couldn't help but occasionally fidget her legs around from her growing need. She tried to be subtle about it, and not do it if she thought anyone was looking in her direction. And yet despite her caution her boyfriend Matt saw her fidgeting her legs multiple times. At first Zora tried to play it off as adjusting her legs to a more comfortable position, and Matt didn't comment on it.
But then Zora made the mistake of glancing in the direction of the sand dunes. She saw a college guy she didn't know standing at the sand dunes. Unlike most of the people who visited the sand dunes this guy didn't have his back facing the others, he had his side facing them. That met that despite the distance Zora easily saw his cock whipped out of his swim trunks, pissing a large stream onto the sand. Zora felt a jolt of added urgency hit her jealous bladder at the sight of the guy doing the thing her bladder wanted to do but could not do.
Without thinking Zora moved a hand to grip her crotch, while also crossing her legs. She blushed when she realized Matt was watching her. Zora moved her hand away from her crotch and looked into her boyfriend's eyes, and she saw Matt knew without a doubt now about her need. "Come on Zora, let's go for a walk" he said as he got up out of the beach chair.
Wordlessly Zora got up and followed her boyfriend. The beach and much of the surrounding area was so flat that you could see in any direction for miles, so they couldn't truly be alone, but they could get well out of ear shot of the others.
When they were far enough away from the others for them to hear nothing, Zora confessed to Matt what he already knew. "All that beer from the contest has started to hit my bladder Matt. I haven't peed since shortly before we left at 6 AM, which was 7 hours ago".
"I thought so, I noticed you still hadn't gone to relieve yourself yet" said Matt as he rubbed Zora's shoulders to try to calm her down. "Until now I thought that was just you being my iron bladder girlfriend who only pees two times a day, even with all that beer".
"That's two times a day on a normal day without drinking any beer Matt. Even an iron bladder girlfriend fills up faster when she downs a lot of beer". Zora sighed and closed her eyes for a moment as she enjoyed Matt massaging her shoulders. "What am I going to do Matt?"
"Well, even though you've been avoiding it because you don't like it, you can always use the sand dunes like everyone else".
"I can't Matt, us ladies don't have it as easy as you guys do in situations like this" moaned Zora.
"Sure you can" said Matt in a reassuring tone as he continued to massage Zora's shoulders. "Just do what the other girls have been doing. Squat down and pull your bikini bottom off or aside".
"Matt I'm not peeing in front of 100 other college students, especially not on some sand dunes, and no other self respecting lady would either. The fact that you even know how the other women have been peeing on the sand dunes shows how there's no privacy over there". Zora sighed again as she felt her unrelieved bladder continuing to nag at her. "I expected us to have a public restroom so that I could pee in the privacy of a ladies room stall. You guys are so luckily being able to just whip your cocks out anywhere to pee".
"Well we're not going to be back at the college until tomorrow evening, so what do you intend on doing about your bladder's predicament" asked Matt.
Zora turned around to face Matt, and looked him in the eyes. "Unless you have a better idea I'll hold it till it's nightfall and relatively pitch dark, that should be shortly after 8 PM. Then I'll take a short walk and pee somewhere in the privacy of the cover of darkness. But that's still so many hours away Matt".
"What about the next Edwards Fortyhands drinking contest in an hour" asked Matt, this time with a bit of anxiousness in his voice. "You know how much of a financial boon the last one was to us all, we can't make that money without you...". Zora saw the concern and disappointment in her boyfriend's eyes. Zora knew the guys wanted to milk these contests for as much money as possible, and the greedy part of her agreed with their sentiment despite her plight.
"Don't worry Matt. I'll enter it, and I'll win again. I can't say my bladder will be too thrilled about it afterwards however". Zora thought Matt's eyes lit up a bit too eagerly at her response.
"That's my girl, I knew you'd be tough enough to take one for the team, especially when there's beer involved". Matt reached his massive arms out to pull Zora close to him in a hug. "Don't worry about the drinking Zora, you're Miss Iron Bladder, you'll be fine".
Zora pulled herself closer to Matt to hug him back, and felt herself rub right against his erect cock through his swim trunks. It was Matt's turn to blush now, as it all clicked in Zora's mind why he was turned on. Zora smiled at him and kissed. "At least one of us can take joy out of my situation" she whispered to him. Soon they turned to head back to the main part of the beach where the others were.
The clock soon reached 1:50 PM. When William announced the next Edwards Fortyhands drinking contest would start in 10 minutes it triggered a rush to the sand dunes to pee before the contest started. Zora wasn't among those who rushed to the sand dunes, she waited, still unrelieved, for the contest to begin. This didn't escape the attention of a few people who had noticed that Zora still hadn't visited the sand dunes to pee since the last contest, including William.
"You know you're free to pee before the next contest starts Zora" William reminded her. "It's peeing yourself during the contest that gets you disqualified". William spoke loudly enough for at least a dozen other people nearby to overhear.
Zora blushed a bit at being found out so quickly by William. It was his fault that she wasn't able to pee out here, since he had picked a place with no public restrooms nearby for her to use. But Zora knew complaining now would do her no good. At the same time though, Zora was quick on her feet. She realized confessing the truth could help convince some people to bet against her winning the contest. Who would bet on a girl they thought might piss herself and get disqualified before she finished downing her beers? And the less that bet on her the greater the return on investment her friend's bets would get.
"Eh I'll be fine William, this lady doesn't like the idea of peeing in sand dunes" she replied.
"Have you even peed since the last contest" asked William. Zora noticed his eyes were focused right on the start of her bladder bulge, which was clearly visible to everyone who looked closely enough since she was only wearing a skimpy bikini.
"Nope, I'm still holding it since the last contest" she confessed loudly enough for the eavesdroppers to overhear. "I haven't peed since shortly before boarding the bus about 8 hours ago".
"Well I'm sure you must really need a leak by now then" said William. "That makes it even more foolish for you to not take the chance to go before the contest".
"No, given the lack of any proper facilities out here, I'd much rather hold it then pee out here, even after the contest is over. You'd understand my hesitation if you were a girl William".
William gave up the conversation at that point, but Zora happily noted some whispered conversations among the dozen strangers who had overheard their conversation. While she couldn't overhear what they were all saying, she hoped that they were less hesitant to bet on someone else now. She saw Matt, who had overheard her conversation with William, smile at her from the distance and give her a thumbs up.
The next 10 minutes flew by, and William quickly recruited 9 other competitors for Zora in the second contest. Besides Zora there were 3 other women, one of which was Kelly, the girl who came in second place against Zora last time. A lot of the guys in the contest were athletes on the college sports teams, though none looked quite as intimidating on paper as Russell had.
Despite how tough many of the guys looked, Zora considered Kelly to be her most dangerous competitor in the contest. Though the two women had never met each other prior to William's beach party, it already felt to Zora like they had quickly become each other's fiercest rival. Just one look at Kelly told Zora that she was much better prepared this time, she also looked a lot more confident and determined this time around. Like Zora, Kelly also didn't visit the sand dunes before entering the contest. But Zora didn't think much of it, figuring Kelly had probably gone earlier when she wasn't looking, after all she had rushed off to the sand dunes after the first contest.
Soon William duct taped the 80 ounces of beer to Zora's hands, and the hands of her 9 competitors. The second Zora heard William tell everyone to start drinking she went into the zone again and just focused on downing her beer, rather than on the other competitors or the crowd watching her. Zora was aware of her bladder continuing to complain more fiercely then before as she drained her two 40 ounce beer bottles. Being unable to grip her crotch due to the beer bottles duct taped to it Zora found herself crossing her legs more the more she drained her beer bottles.
Zora only let herself come out of the zone and pay attention to what was going on around her after she had drained the last of her second 40 ounce beer bottle. She knew immediately from the joyous reactions of Matt, Steve, and Phil that she had won. Unlike last time though, Zora also saw some looks of relief on the boy's faces, which told her it had been a closer match up. Zora glanced at her other competitors, and saw that Kelly was likely just 30 seconds behind her, too close for comfort for Zora even though she had still narrowly won. William soon confirmed her victory, and Kelly's second place finish as he removed the empty beer bottles from both women's hands.
"Congratulations Zora, it became a very close matchup between you and Kelly at the end there. It took you 23 minutes this time around but you still won first place by about 30 seconds over your next competitor, Kelly. You started to give a few of your bettors a heart attack when you started to squirm your legs around in desperation, as if you might be in danger of losing it".
Zora blushed upon realizing that of course the others had seen her squirm, she had been too busy downing her beer to care at the time. But now with her body rapidly pumping the beer she had just drank into her bladder right now Zora found herself tempted to cross her legs again, or grip her crotch in front of everyone. But she resisted the urge, now that the contest was over she didn't want to look that weak.
"I told you I'd be fine William. I'm not a girl to rush off to the ladies room a half dozen times during the night when I go out drinking". After a moment of hesitation Zora added in a confident tone "a little extra beer is no problem for a girl like me". Zora wished she believed her boast with as much confidence as she had said it. 80 ounces of beer was hardly 'a little' beer for anyone, especially a girl Zora's size who had already downed a bunch of beer hours ago.
"And what about you Kelly" William asked. "It was a very close match up, but you came much closer than last time. You were even ahead of Zora at one point when she started to squirm around in desperation".
Even without words the look on Kelly's face already said it all. Kelly was clearly full of a lot of frustration and some rage as her eyes shot daggers in Zora's direction. "Of course I did better than last time, I wasn't all that ready the first contest" she answered. "But to come so close and still lose narrowly, that's so frustrating! I've always been the beer queen among my friends. I've never lost at something like this before, and now I've lost twice!".
"Well I think you're both beer queens in the eyes of everyone here" said William to the cheers of the crowd. "Better luck next time then, but second place is still another $50 for you".
As Zora watched the remaining competitors finish the contest she saw every single one of them rush off to the sand dunes to pee. Each one of them sent an unwelcome reminder to Zora of her bladder's own needs, but Zora knew she had no choice but to ignore her bladder's rapidly increasing urge and keep holding it.
There was one competitor who didn't use the sand dunes however, her rival Kelly. She didn't seem to be showing any signs of needing a leak yet despite just downing 80 ounces of beer. While Zora was still concerned about her own filling bladder, she couldn't help but wonder if Kelly was like her in ways besides a talent for downing a lot more beer then most would expect for her size. Zora made a mental note to herself to keep an eye on Kelly.
Zora couldn't help but get the feeling that Kelly was also keeping a close eye on her while they watched the rest of the contest with the others. Zora was increasingly tempted to grip her crotch in desperation as the hour wore on, and the gusher in her bladder grew more urgent. But her gut told her not to show weakness in front of Kelly and the others, so she kept her arms away from her crotch.
By the time the contest ended Zora found herself constantly adjusting her legs every few minutes to deal with her bladder's urgent nagging. When the bets and prizes were paid out Zora hoped it would be a welcome distraction from her bladder's needs, as she and her friends sat down on a beach blanket together to count the money again.
"Ok let me try to guess the amount first" said Zora before they started to count it out and divide it up. "It's under 50% of what we made last time isn't it?".
"Why would you think we'd do that poorly" asked Phil, clearly trying to stifle a grin.
"I'm just being realistic Phil, after the first contest where no one was even close to me who would want to bet against me? That's got to have put a big dent in our haul compared to last time".
"That thinking would have applied before you made a public show of not visiting the sand dunes like the rest of your competitors" grinned Matt. "That was pure genius Zora, now we know why you're the brains of the group. I overheard several people changing their bets after they realized you still hadn't peed all day despite drinking all that beer. Thanks to your quick thinking we still managed to get 1 to 1.3 odds on you, on the entire $284".
Zora's mind went through a rollercoaster of emotions at that news. On one hand Zora's mind immediately did the math and realized the win had netted the guys $218 in profit. That wasn't that far behind their winnings from the first contest, and it was much more then she expected them to win. The greedy part of Zora leapt in joy inside at this news.
On the other hand, Zora had told the guys not to bet every cent they had on the contest, in case she lost. And the contest had turned out to be quite close, much too close for comfort for Zora in hindsight. The fact that the guys hadn't listened to her caution left another part of her pissed off at them for putting more pressure on her. She didn't want to be blamed for losing their entire winnings in one contest.
Anger won out for Zora. "Matt! I told guys not to bet everything on one contest! What if I had lost and you guys lost all your money!".
"Well that's why we didn't tell you in advance" admitted Matt to the nods of Steve and Phil. "We knew you wouldn't like it being under that kind of pressure. So we all agreed it's better to ask for forgiveness then permission".
"Besides, we still won" Steve added cheerfully. "So we can be forgiven when we have this big haul of money can't we Zora".
Zora wanted to do more to talk the guys out of betting all their money on the next contests. Milking the contests for some much needed extra spending money was one thing, but repeatedly betting it all was pure recklessness in Zora's book. But she knew from the greedy looks in their eyes, and the cheerful looks on their faces that she'd be wasting her breath.
"Damn you boys! Just don't do that again" she said in a semi-stern tone even as she felt their optimism and the pile of cash smothering her anger.
Zora calmed herself down and joined the guys in counting out the money and taking her 15% share of $33. As she counted out the money Zora couldn't help but repeatedly fidget her legs around and grab her crotch in desperation a few times. A trip to the toilet would be quite welcome right now Zora thought. Her squirming around in obvious desperation didn't escape the notice of Steve and Phil, who Zora had never confessed her plight to. Matt, knowing full well about her plight, was taking in all her desperate squirming with his eyes.
"Wait a minute" said Steve with some concern. "You really weren't bluffing when you told William you hadn't peed in over 9 hours by now, and you're still holding it after the contest?".
Zora couldn't help but blush and grip her crotch as a jolt of desperation swam through her bladder. "What kind of a lady could pee here" asked Zora. "If I was desperate and I had no other choice I'd be open to squatting down and peeing somewhere outdoors, but not in broad daylight with no privacy from a hundred other people. And before you ask, no, the sand dunes aren't private at all".
"Then why agree to enter the drinking contests when you know it'll make you have to pee real bad" asked Phil.
"You know why, the lure of this green stuff in front of us" answered Zora as she waved a wad of money around in one hand, before adjusting her fidgeting legs again. This conversation was not helping her bladder. "I just hope I'll be able to keep holding it once all that beer finishes hitting my bladder. I need to pee pretty badly already".
Matt slid over to Zora and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug. "Calm down Zora you're the Miss Iron Bladder in the group who can drink loads of beer with us while never peeing, you'll be fine" he whispered into her ear in encouragement. Zora squirmed around in desperation underneath his bear hug.
"Matt you need to be more careful about that, my bladder doesn't like sudden jolts to my body" she complained in a playful but serious voice. Matt loosened his grip some.
Things were quiet for a few minutes as the group counted out the rest of the money and divided it up. Then Matt broke the silence with a big grin on his face. "Guys I just got a great idea to increase our haul and betting odds in the next contests, but it'll take our heroine Zora to pull off".
Steve and Phil were all ears and big grins with dollar signs practically visible in their face. Zora liked the idea of more money, so she was willing to listen to Matt's idea. "Well, what part will I have to play, besides winning another drinking contest" she asked, while she felt some jolts of desperation hit her bladder at the thought of downing yet another 80 ounces of beer.
"It's simple, the next drinking contest is in another three hours at 6 PM, I asked William when we picked up our winnings" explained Matt. "Zora you need to keep holding it till 6 PM, and hold it during the contest while you win".
Zora sighed "you know that's what I have no choice but to try to do" she said, hoping she could wait that long once the rest of the beer hit her bladder. "As soon as it gets pitch dark around 8 PM however, I'm gonna have to pee somewhere. I already need to go pretty badly".
"But that's exactly what you have to not do" Matt replied energetically. "People will be so convinced you'll win next time that we probably won't get good betting odds on the 6 PM contest no matter what we do."
"How will me not peeing help that" asked Zora warily. "The 6 PM contest will be over long before nightfall arrives and gives me my first chance to pee all day since arriving at the beach". While Zora still didn't get Matt's idea, she was already not liking where it was going. Her bladder didn't like it either, as she had to fight off more jolts of desperation as she openly squirmed around and gripped her crotch in front of the guys.
"Because we won't be betting on just the drinking contest" Matt answered eagerly. "Sure, we'll put some money on you winning that. But remember, William also has betting on contestants pissing themselves before finishing their beer".
"But most people haven't been betting on that" Steve pointed out, "and no one even pissed themselves last time because most people ran off to piss in the sand dunes before the contest started". Zora nodded, agreeing with Steve's assessment.
"Right, and even William has to have noticed that" agreed Matt. "So we'll ask him to spice up that betting by changing the rules. Given how dead that betting is on that I think he'll be open to it. We'll say he should take bets on whether the contestants can wait several hours after downing their beer to pee. Say until right before the start of the next contest at 10 PM if he keeps doing them every 4 hours".
Phil's face lit up with dollar signs as he understood Matt's idea quicker than the others. "And for the competitors who had bets placed on them, they'll need some encouragement to keep holding on after the contest for the betting. So if they can hold it, he should reward them with say 15% or so of the money bet on them lasting or not lasting. I like your idea Matt", Steve voiced his agreement as well.
Zora felt her bladder complain at the mere thought of going along with the guy's idea. It was only 3 PM now, and the guy's idea had her holding it for at least another 7 hours, and probably at least several more hours after a 10 PM drinking contest. Yet Zora had been hoping to finally get to pee in just 5 more hours when it got dark enough to give her some privacy.
'CRAP! They all love this idea already without even consulting with me, even though I have to do all the work!' Zora screamed in her mind. Knowing how strong headed the guys could be when money was involved, Zora had her doubts she could talk the guys out of this idea. Despite her own doubts about being able to wait as long as necessary to win the guy's bets, Zora felt their shared greed to milk these contests for all the money possible already melting her opposition to their idea. After all, Zora was a poor college student who needed the money to, and thanks to William's prizes these contests were more lucrative to her than the guys. What was the point of earning the nickname Miss Iron Bladder if she couldn't put that iron bladder to use when the chance arose?
"Pardon, but I couldn't help but overhear your idea for changing the rules" said a familiar feminine voice before Zora could say a word. Zora spun herself around and saw it was Kelly who had jumped into their conversation. While Kelly had wiped the frustration and anger from earlier off her face, Zora was sure she hadn't let go of either. A proud girl with wounded pride often struck back viciously Zora found.
"I think your idea sounds wonderful, I'd love to make more money off entering these contests". She paused for a moment and looked directly at Zora, with a malicious glow in her eyes. "I think your iron bladdered friend Zora would like that idea to. If you need some help convincing William to change the rules just ask, I can be quite persuasive".
Zora moved her eyes farther down and saw it on Kelly, the unmistakable bulge of an unrelieved bladder. It hit her then, Kelly really was just like her in having an iron bladder she was proud of to. Zora realized Kelly had rushed off to pee after the first drinking contest because she hadn't had time for a morning piss before catching the bus. There was no telling how long Kelly had been holding it before rushing off to the sand dunes, and she hadn't peed since. Since Kelly knew of Zora's iron bladder this was her way of challenging Zora to see who had the bigger iron bladder.
But it was also undoubtedly Kelly's way of getting revenge on Zora for beating her in the first two contests. She knew full well Zora was getting desperate enough for a piss after all that beer to fidget around openly in desperation. She likely knew that Zora was extremely unlikely to bring herself to use the sand dunes. And because Zora had admitted it publically earlier Kelly knew her bladder had a 4 and a half hour advantage over Zora's. So this was also her way of trying to keep Zora from a much needed piss until Kelly had bested her iron bladder.
Though she knew she couldn't say it out loud, Zora swore at Kelly in her mind as her bladder continued to get pumped fuller with beer. She hadn't wanted a holding contest with her at all, especially in such an inconvenient place with no public bathrooms.
Matt, Steve, and Phil meanwhile all happily thanked Kelly for supporting their idea. Only then did they seem to realize that they hadn't heard Zora's opinion on the idea, or gotten her approval. "You're fine with this money making idea aren't you Zora" Matt asked in a tone that showed his full confidence in his sexy girlfriend with the iron bladder saying yes.
In a split second Zora glanced at the eager faces of the guys, still with dollar signs in their eyes. She shifted her eyes to Kelly's, and saw her exuding complete confidence. Her eyes were practically daring Zora say no like her rapidly filling bladder wanted her to. Zora knew she couldn't give in to her bladder's demands if it was what Kelly wanted. Zora also knew the guys would be really disappointed in her if she gave in to her bladder's demands this soon and refused to enter more drinking contests because of it.
"Sure, I'll be game for this boys" she answered, even as all the pee already sloshing around in her desperate bladder made her regret the words before speaking them. The look Kelly gave her said it all, she was eager for a showdown to best Zora's iron bladder and humiliate her in the way Zora's contest wins had humiliated her. Despite her pessimism about going up against Kelly in her state, Zora found herself wanting to best Kelly and her iron bladder just to wipe the arrogant look off of her face. Zora sighed as she realized it was going to be a long evening for her and her already desperately full iron bladder.
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The Beach Party, Part #3
Kelly soon left, while Steve and Phil both headed for the sand dunes for yet another piss, leaving just Zora and Matt. "I thought for sure you'd try to say no to our idea after what you told me earlier Zora. This is the girlfriend with the iron bladder I fell in love with" he told her before kissing her.
"Part of me really wanted to say no" she admitted. "But we're all broke college students who need the money, and you boys were really excited by the idea, so how could I say no?"
"Plus you never need a pit stop when we go out drinking a lot of beer together, so why should that be any different now" added Matt with a grin. Clearly he was hoping his confidence would rub off on Zora like their excitement about their rule changes had.
"It's not just that either" admitted Zora as she decided to be honest with Matt. "Did you see how Kelly looked at me? Did you pay attention to her body language?"
Matt looked a bit confused. "What about it? She didn't seem that mad anymore about losing the contests to you if that's what you mean".
"Kelly jumped onboard your idea in order to challenge me Matt, it was clear in her eyes. This is her way of trying to challenge me to a holding contest" Zora explained. "She wants to humiliate me by beating me at this after I beat her at beer drinking twice". Zora went into detail about the bulge she noticed on Kelly's bladder area, and how she realized Kelly had been desperate for a piss for a while when she entered the first drinking contest.
Zora and Matt glanced at Kelly in the distance, calmly talking to some friends. "I think I may see subtle signs of it" admitted Matt. "She's feeling it in her bladder to Zora even if she's barely showing it, and most of the beer from her first contest didn't have time to hit her bladder yet when she last peed".
"True, but she still last peed four and a half hours later than I last did" replied Zora as she fidgeted her legs around. "God, I haven't peed in 9 hours now, but I've already drank more than I normally drink all day. I've gotta pee so badly already Matt, how am I ever going to hold it?".
Matt smiled at her. "Calm down, you'll be fine Zora. I know you'll beat Kelly, because you're my iron bladder girlfriend who can always wait and avoid visiting the ladies room whenever we go out drinking beer together". Zora thought she saw the hint of an erection underneath his swim trunks.
"I'll try my hardest Matt" she replied, "but I can't promise I won't drop my bikini bottoms and pee in the dark the second we don't have any money on the line for me not peeing however".
"That's the mindset of a loser Zora" scolded Matt. "Only losers who piss themselves think about when they might pee later while hoping they can hold it that long". Zora tried to interrupt, but Matt kept talking. "Be honest Zora, all the times in the past you were this desperate to piss after drinking a lot of beer what happened?"
"I waited till we finally headed back, and then rushed to plop myself on that toilet seat when we were home" Zora answered. "But sometimes you'd make me keep waiting yet another hour by taking me right to bed for some sex the moment we got back".
Zora sneaked another glance at Matt's swim trunks and was certain now from the large bulge, her boyfriend was getting a raging erection from her plight. Surprisingly Zora found herself getting a bit aroused by her boyfriend's erection and arousal. She wrapped her arms around Matt and pulled herself closer to him. She felt herself rub against his erect cock for the second time today.
This time around Matt didn't blush at being caught. Zora kissed him and whispered "It's weird, but your arousal is making me a bit aroused at my own desperate plight. You should have told me this turns you on sooner".
Convincing William to change the rules for the betting didn't prove difficult at all. The guys and Kelly did most of the work, while Zora just nodded along and agreed. That suited Zora just fine, since she found herself in less and less of a talkative mood due to her increasingly urgent need to piss. It was only 4 PM by now, but Zora already needed to piss much worse than she had an hour ago. Zora had to make a conscious effort to not grip her crotch or squirm around in desperation like she badly wanted to.
After William said he'd spread word of the change of rules most of the group broke up and went in opposite directions, which somehow left Zora alone with Kelly. Both women's eyes glanced at each other's naval area, and saw how their distended bladder bulge had grown the last hour as the rest of their 80 ounces of beer had poured into their bladder. Zora was surprised to see Kelly fidgeting her legs around some, so she allowed herself to fidget her legs around a bit in desperation to.
"You know what these new rules mean" Kelly asked her with a wicked smile, as if trying to look unaffected by her filling bladder.
"That there's money in these contests for anyone with a strong bladder like us now" guessed Zora, unsure what Kelly was getting at.
"No silly girl, it means if we're both going to ignore our iron bladder's, and keep holding it instead of peeing, then we might as well milk it for all the money it's worth" replied Kelly with an eager smile.
"What are you proposing we do Kelly, besides holding the gushers in our iron bladders back some more?". Without even hearing the answer Zora knew her bladder wouldn't like it.
"Isn't it obvious Zora" asked Kelly. "It means the two of us should take a walk around the beach until the next contest, while having a few 12 ounce beer bottles". Zora couldn't help but grip her crotch with one hand as her bladder shuddered at Kelly's suggestion. Kelly for her part squirmed by rubbing her legs together, as if determined not to grip her crotch in desperation like Zora had. "Think about it Zora, how else will we get more people to foolishly bet on us iron bladder ladies not being able to last? Unless of course your bladder is too full to have some more beer and keep waiting and waiting with me..." Kelly left her implication dangling, with her eyes daring Zora to agree with Kelly's assessment of her bladder.
Zora stood up straighter and willed herself to stop fidgeting in front of the shorter blonde woman. "Me and my bladder will be just fine with an extra bottle of beer or two" said Zora with a confidence she didn't truly feel due to being a pessimistic person by nature. "But wouldn't we be undermining ourselves in the beer drinking competition if we followed your idea and drank more beer" she asked Kelly.
"Zora we've been so far ahead of the others at the beer contests that as long as we both drink the same amount of beer we shouldn't have anything worry about" answered Kelly. "After all, we're both each other's only rivals at it".
Zora and her already desperate bladder after 10 hours of waiting hated Kelly for her 'suggestions' and how she kept on making Zora's desperate plight even worse. And yet the greedy part of Zora's mind that constantly worried about her financial situation couldn't help but agree with Kelly's logic for increasing her potential winnings. So against what she considered her better judgment Zora allowed herself to grab another 12 ounce bottle of beer, and slowly down it while walking around the beach with Kelly.
Zora and Kelly both ended up brazenly downing two 12 ounce bottles of beer the next two hours while waiting for the 6 PM drinking contest to arrive. While Zora hadn't liked Kelly at first, she began to grow on her as they hung out drinking beer with the others. Both ladies freely admitted to whoever asked that they hadn't peed since 6 AM and 10:30 AM. While both ladies didn't try to exaggerate how urgently their bladders wanted to piss a gusher, nor did they avoid crossing their legs and fidgeting around in desperation as much as they normally would have in private.
Still, Zora found herself wishing she hadn't done it at all by the time the 6 PM contest was about to begin. Zora had to piss worse than ever, but she knew full well that even if she were willing to piss in the sand dunes it was too late by now, William had already started taking bets on her iron bladder lasting till 10 PM. For a moment Zora found herself wondering what she was thinking downing so much beer today when there wasn't a single toilet around she could use. Zora prayed she could somehow make it to 10 PM dry. Zora was glad that she had worn a black bikini which might cover up a tiny leak, but obviously not more than that.
There was one silver lining to the drinking that got gotten Zora into this increasingly desperate state however. Zora could tell from a thumbs up Matt gave her that her and Kelly's ploy had worked, plenty of other people were betting on their bladders not lasting till 10 PM. Zora tried to take her mind off the gusher brewing in her iron bladder by imagining how much money she would win if she could hold on long enough.
There were 8 other competitors this time around besides Zora and Kelly, all of them guys who were bigger and taller than Zora and Kelly. But the two ladies didn't care about any of them, and most of their competitors seemed quite intimidated by the two much shorter and smaller women. William soon duct taped the 40 ounce beer bottles to everyone's hands and told them to start drinking. Zora tried to keep herself in the zone and just focus on downing her drinks, but was finding her increasingly desperate need for a piss to be a pretty big distraction. 'Oh god I wish I could pee already' Zora moaned in her head as she double crossed her legs while continuing to steadily down her beer at a consistent rate.
As Zora was finishing the last drops of her second 40 ounce bottle of beer she was aware of the crowd shouting excitedly. It was only after she finished the last drops of beer and waved her empty bottles that she realized Kelly was also frantically waving her two empty 40 ounce bottles of beer. For a heart stopping moment Zora thought she had lost to Kelly. Zora nearly pissed herself right there from the shock. But then Zora noticed Kelly didn't look happy and victorious, but rather ticked off and confused. As she listened to the crowd's shouts Zora realized the crowd was arguing over which of them had finished first.
Zora looked around for William, and spotted him hunched over looking intently at a smartphone screen. "Why won't William get his ass over here and tell us who won" grumbled Kelly impatiently as she fidgeted her legs around.
"I think he's watching a replay of our finish on that smartphone that everyone's looking at" answered Zora as she pointed with one of the empty beer bottles duct taped to her hand. "I just want him to take these off so I can use my hands again". Zora tried to grip her crotch even with the empty beer bottles duct taped to her hands, but all she succeeded in doing was getting Kelly to smirk at her pitiful attempt to grip her crotch.
"I know what you mean" agreed Kelly with an impatient look on her face. "Hey William get your ass over here and tell us who won already" she shouted over the crowd's fierce debate over who had won.
William finally put the smartphone down, and motioned for everyone to be quiet as he inspected both women's bottles to confirm they were empty. William stood in between Zora and Kelly and wrapped an arm around each lady's shoulder as he addressed the group. "Well ladies, you both traded the lead multiple times during the 20 some minute contest. But there's a lot of confusion about the end of this contest. No one can really agree which of you finished first. I've re-watched smartphone recordings of the finish three times now, and it looks to me like you both tied each other".
"So... what happens in a tie" asked Zora nervously, speaking for Kelly and the crowd.
"It means you and Kelly split the 1st and 2nd place prize, meaning you both get $75" answered William. "And it means all bets placed on either you winning this contest count as winning the bet. But since most of the money was bet one of you two winning, it means there's very little reward for winning those bets". Zora glanced in Matt, Steve, and Phil's direction, and saw a mix of disappointment and relief on their faces. "But hey, just to remind you both, there's still plenty of money on the line for both of you for your bets to avoid taking a piss until 10 PM".
"Well then don't stand around wasting more time William" piped up Kelly impatiently, "remove our empty beer bottles already. We'd like to be able to use our hands again!". It was Zora's turn to smirk a bit now, Kelly's impatience showed she was a lot more desperate then she tried to let on Zora realized. When William removed the beer bottles from their hands, both women couldn't help but grip their crotch in desperation. Though neither would admit it to the other, both women were already feeling the effects of the extra 80 ounces of beer hitting their bladder.
As William predicted, the drinking contest had not been very profitable for Zora and the guys. The guys had only netted themselves $20 from it after giving Zora $3 for her 15% cut. While money from the bet for Zora to hold it another couple of hours till 10 PM hadn't come in yet, Zora and the guys were still disappointed by their haul. Zora noted that even though Kelly had tied her in the drinking contest, Kelly didn't seem any happier either. No one was satisfied by the tie result and it's reduced payout.
It was just after 8 PM now, night had fallen on the beach, though moonlight and a few campfires some people started allowed everyone to see well enough. William had started serving alcoholic beer an hour ago after the drinking contest ended, so plenty of people were getting drunk now. Matt, Steve, and Phil had already drank two 12 ounce bottles of it.
Zora, who hadn't peed in over 14 hours by now, was bursting worse than ever after all the beer from her last contest had hit her bladder. Zora knew she must look pathetic right now, curled up like a ball in front of a campfire, her legs quivering around in desperation, with probably a pained look on her face. Zora couldn't remember letting her bladder get this bad off whenever she went out for a night of drinking with the guys before. Kelly, sitting across from Zora, also seemed quite distracted by her own bladder, but still not as bad off as Zora felt.
Seeing her looking pitiful in her desperate state, and knowing she likely needed the distraction, Matt tapped Zora on the shoulder and asked for her to go for a walk down the beach with him. Zora stood up carefully to avoid any sudden jolts to her desperate iron bladder, and followed Matt with both hands gripping her crotch. Matt smiled as he noted how Zora's distended bladder bulged out several inches because of her desperation. He felt his cock already starting to get erect underneath his swim trunks.
"Why did I ever let you talk me into this holding contest bet idea" Zora whined to Matt as soon as they were safely out of earshot of the others. "I really wanted to take a pee break when it got dark enough to give me some privacy. But now thanks to you I still have to hold it in at least another 2 hours until 10 PM!".
"Be realistic Zora" replied Matt in a calm and soothing voice as he rubbed Zora's shoulders. "You say you would have peed now, but you know full well that's not true".
"Of course I would have!" retorted Zora, "You're not the one who's drank a ton of beer in several drinking contests and hasn't had a leak in over 14 hours Matt! Piss would gush out of my pussy like a fire hose if I stopped trying to hold it!". Matt smiled as he felt his erection becoming a raging hard-on at his girlfriend's plight.
"I know you're as desperate as you say Zora, but you still wouldn't have pissed now without us having money on the line" smiled Matt as Zora glanced down at the large bulge in his swim trunks. "We both know you're much too ladylike to ever pee out here. Peeing outdoors is too disgusting for a lady like you. Plus even in the dark there's still next to no privacy out here, especially with 100 other people still wide awake and roaming around".
Trying to put on a brave face, Zora countered "maybe that wouldn't bother me anymore when my bladder is this full and it's dark out. Darkness can be just as good as a privacy barrier". Zora couldn't help but glance down and notice the bulge of Matt's raging erection underneath his swim trunks as she said this.
"I don't think so Zora" grinned Matt. "The moonlight and all the campfires means there's still plenty enough light for us to see, even in the distance".
"Oh fuck!" Zora moaned as she finally realized Matt was probably right. Immediately Zora's mind started to race, as she tried to figure out if there was another acceptable option for her to take a piss when the contest ended. There was only one other semi-acceptable option Zora could come up with, wait until almost everyone else at the beach went to sleep and then sneak off to piss somewhere. But who knew when a bunch of college students who always stayed up real late would all finally go to sleep? Could Zora even hold it that long?
Zora felt her iron bladder beginning to rebel and send stronger waves of desperation upon realizing how very far away relief might actually be for her. Zora gripped her crotch with both hands again and did a potty dance in front of Matt to try to calm her desperate bladder down. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she repeated. "What am I going to do Matt? I don't think I can hold it long enough".
"There's two big things you can do Zora" answered Matt calmly as he moved in closer to hug her. Zora felt his raging hard-on rubbing up against her. Despite her plight, she couldn't help but smile as it instantly aroused her. "First stop being a pessimist Zora. You're the girl with the iron bladder who never has to get up to take a piss whenever we go out drinking beer. So start thinking and acting like the confident beer queen you are. Beer queens don't struggle and complain about their iron bladder when they know they can still hold it, and you Zora KNOW you can still hold it as long as you need to".
"I'll... I'll try my best" answered Zora as she began to blush from her own arousal, all while still being a bit puzzled that her situation was making her so lustful.
"That's not good enough Zora" replied Matt in a stern drill sergeant voice. "I don't want an 'I'll try my best', that's what a loser who can't hold it anymore would say and think. I want an 'I can hold it and wait no problem Matt' from you Zora". Zora fidgeted her legs around desperately, but found herself getting more aroused at Matt playing the stern drill sergeant.
"Ok Matt" she said as she mustered up her confidence. "I've really REALLY gotta take a whiz, but that doesn't mean I can't keep holding it in and waiting for a while longer". Zora felt her bladder loudly voicing it's disagreement to her, but she tried to avoid squirming around for just a moment.
"Oh really?" asked Matt as he reached a hand towards Zora's growing bladder bulge. "Maybe I'm having a hard time believing you after your complaining just a minute ago" he said as his hands gently rubbed Zora's distended bulge. To Zora's surprise the pressure in her bladder seemed to lessen just a bit from Matt's careful touch, rather than get worse like she had expected.
Continuing to play along, Zora used her sexy voice as she replied "I can always handle another beer regardless of what my bladder tells me Matt". Unable to resist anymore, Zora reached a hand out for the bulge of Matt's erect cock which was still rubbing against her body through his swim trunks. "You'd like that if I had yet another beer without peeing first, wouldn't you Matt" she whispered as arousal flowed through her body, and her bladder was momentarily forgotten.
"I sure would baby" Matt replied with a big playful grin. "But can my girl keep holding it and waiting for the contests if she has some more beer?". Zora smiled as she realized from Matt's question that her bladder's needs didn't feel as urgent as they were a few minutes ago. Zora still needed to piss quite badly, but she felt in much more control than she had a few minutes ago. Matt's distractions were helping her a lot.
"A lady can always wait just a little longer if she needs to Matt" she replied with her new optimism. "Especially if there's not a clean ladies room available nearby". She paused just long enough to see Matt smile at her satisfied. "It's funny Matt, I really didn't think what you were suggesting would help, but I do feel way better now".
"Well then wait until you hear my second piece of advice" he replied with a grin. "I believe you said a moment ago that you can always handle another beer, well that's was going to be my second piece of advice. You're too tense Zora, and beer always put you in a better mood".
Zora felt her body shudder involuntarily at Matt's suggestion, her bursting bladder begged her to say no. A moment ago Zora would have twisted around like a pretzel squirming in desperation, but for now she was able to resist it thanks to her newfound strength. The logic driven half of Zora's brain reminded her that she and Matt both had money on the line for her continuing to hold it for the next 2 hours, and urged her to say no. But the more impulse driven and heavily aroused part of Zora remained open to the idea.
"Why should I?" she asked in a playful voice, knowing full well she was playing with fire if she had another beer.
"Because you're a big girl who just said she can wait and handle more beer even if she already really has to take a whiz" answered Matt playfully. "Plus, if you drink a beer, so will Kelly. If she wants to go for your bladder queen crown then why should you make it easy on her?".
Zora glanced around Matt's shoulder and saw Kelly fidgeting around desperately in the distance. She couldn't help not just feeling optimism at the sight, but more aroused by the thought of Kelly's desperation. The prideful and pleasure seeking part of Zora wanted to take the arrogant woman down another peg by showing her who the true bladder queen on the beach was. The logical part of her mind, succumbing to the demands of her illogical impulses, began to wonder if she could somehow earn some more money out of besting Kelly's bladder than she already was in the contests.
Looking back at Matt she whispered "yes, I can certainly 'convince' Kelly to drink a beer with me Matt. Just do me a favor, and try to figure out a way we can win more money if Kelly insists on trying to beat me in a silly holding contest".
"I'll keep my ears open for an opportunity" promised Matt as he kissed her on the lips.
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The Beach Party, Part #4
Back at the campfire, Kelly couldn't help but smirk as she kept replaying in her mind how Zora had hobbled away from the campfire with Matt. Her rival had looked so pathetic and close to bursting with both hands jammed into her crotch, even her boyfriend had clearly noticed. 'It shouldn't be long now' Kelly thought to herself, eager to see her rival lose to her superior bladder.
Kelly was surprised then when Zora returned to the campfire with a calm and confident walk, rather than the pathetic hobbling she had left it doing. At first glance Kelly thought from Zora's body language that Zora had already given up and pissed in the sand dunes. But then she noticed the still large bladder bulge Zora was sporting, which clearly hadn't shrunk from even a partial pee. "How about having a drink with me" Zora asked Kelly with a smile.
Kelly bristled in annoyance for a fraction of a second before stopping herself, and putting a feigned grin on her face. "If you want to make a mistake and have one too many beers than you can handle then sure, I'll have one with you" she replied.
"In your dreams, a beer queen's bladder can handle her beer" Zora replied as the women each got up and helped themselves to a 12 ounce can of alcoholic beer. As if taunting her, Zora added in a whisper that only she and Kelly could hear. "A beer queen doesn't ever have to piss in the sand dunes in broad daylight either Kelly, she should be above such an unladylike thing".
Kelly pretended not to hear Zora's taunt, but the wheels were already beginning to spin in her mind because of it. 'I can read between the lines Zora. You don't like peeing outdoors during the day. You'll soon regret revealing that to me' Kelly thought to herself.
By 9 PM Zora and Kelly found themselves seated around one of the large campfires with 10 other people. Both women had finished their 12 ounce bottle of alcoholic beer a half an hour ago. Zora was already feeling its effects on her bursting bladder, which was feeling even more desperate then before after 15 hours without a piss. But following Matt's advice, she tried to look unaffected by it. Zora tried to tell herself she was unaffected by the extra beer. She tried to tell herself she was merely imagining that her bladder's urgent need to piss had gotten more urgent since her last beer.
Kelly, who was sitting next to Zora, was also trying to look unaffected by the beer as well, but with a bit less success as she kept shaking one of her crossed legs around. By contrast, Zora's crossed legs remained relatively still. Zora and Kelly's eyes briefly met as they glanced at each other. Kelly found herself getting a bit unnerved when she saw so much confidence in her rival's eyes, rather than the constant worry and doubt she had seen earlier. Worse yet, Zora smiled at her and whispered low enough for only Kelly to hear "I hope you're not too bothered by all that beer we've had today Kelly".
"Of course not!" Kelly pouted back in a whisper as she tried to control her temper. In truth Kelly's own bladder was bothering her quite a lot after 10 and a half hours without relief. Normally Kelly would have enjoyed being this full, and how the fullness often pressed down on her G-spot and helped make her horny. But today it only angered her that her bladder was this desperately full already while her unexpected rival was still holding it in, and seemed unconcerned about holding it even longer. Where had this newfound strength and confidence in her rival come from if she truly hadn't peed in 15 hours?
Kelly had long considered herself the beer queen and the bladder queen, and yet this long dark haired beauty she never met before had already put her beer drinking prowess to shame twice. Kelly couldn't allow Zora to do the same to her iron bladder. The memory of those losses still boiled her blood, and her tie in the last contest had done little to cool her simmering anger.
Kelly had blamed her loss in the first contest on her own cockiness, since she had freely downed several beers before the contest while Zora hadn't. But her second loss couldn't be excused away on lack of preparations, the second loss had enraged her even more. It had seemed like such a perfect plan to show off her prowess at beer drinking. Drinking a bunch of big tough college guys under the table would have grabbed her all the attention, but Zora had stolen the show from her and ruined it.
In Kelly's mind only the sight of Zora pissing herself in front of everyone when her bladder finally gave out could make up for the wound to her pride losing the beer drinking contests had caused.
The problem with Kelly's revenge fantasy was obvious however. Kelly was certain Zora would never pee outdoors during the day or early evening. Hence Zora would no doubt be very tempted to take a much needed before bed piss somewhere under the cover of total darkness, regardless of their unofficial holding contest they were having.
It would be Zora's one and only chance to piss at the beach. If Zora didn't take it she'd have to continue to try to hold it all day tomorrow until they were back at the college. So how could Kelly prevent Zora from taking a much needed piss before bed and during the night? Kelly sat in silence next to Zora, brooding over how she could make her revenge fantasy a reality.
After a while Kelly decided she needed to get away from Zora and her calm demeanor. Kelly stood up, careful not to squirm around obviously in desperation. Once standing she left Zora and the others behind, and walked towards the opposite end of the beach.
After a few minutes she was pleased to hear the familiar voice of William. "You look like you're letting your drinking and iron bladder rival get your mood down too much" he said. "You're usually in a much better mood this late into the day Kelly". Kelly continued to glare at William in the dark with a ticked off expression on her face. "Doesn't the thought of full bladder sex on the beach with your boyfriend excite you anymore Kelly" William asked in a mock wounded lover voice.
"Sorry Will, nothing can distract me from my scorn for that woman for humiliating me by beating me twice at the beer contests" Kelly replied angrily. "I won't let her best me at having an iron bladder to, even if it means holding it all night and well into the next day".
Sensing what was occupying her mind William asked "but will your rival Zora hold it all night with you just to settle this question? Or will she give up and finally pee on the sand dunes tonight before falling asleep?".
"That's my concern to William" Kelly replied. "I don't just want to beat her, I want to humiliate her. I want to see her piss herself in front of everyone. I don't want her to sneak off by herself for a piss tonight after most of the others are asleep for the night".
William was silent for several minutes, pondering over what Kelly had told him. Knowing no one but William could see her clearly in the dark, Kelly fidgeted around openly in desperation and gripped her crotch freely, in part from her bladder, and in part for William's pleasure. After several minutes William got a big grin on his face and kissed Kelly on the lips.
"What?" she asked, "what's the big grin for?".
"Leave your problem to me Kelly" William said. " I'll make sure that Zora's desperate bladder won't be getting any relief tonight, so that you can fulfill your revenge fantasy tomorrow".
Kelly wanted to ask William how he would accomplish this, but she knew from past experience he would never tell her until after he did it. She just had to hope that he would come through.
Another hour passed and 10 PM finally arrived, and with it the 4th drinking contest. It also met that Zora and Kelly had won the holding contest bets from earlier, which netted Zora another $92, and Matt, Steve, and Phil a net gain of $181. Because of the late hour there would only be betting on who would win the 10 PM beer drinking contest, which would be held with alcoholic beer this time. Zora figured the guys would be betting a lot of their money on the contest, so she was determined to score a win instead of a tie this time.
Besides Zora and Kelly, William found 5 other guys and one larger girl who hadn't already gotten themselves drunk who were willing to enter the contest. Zora and Kelly were both as desperate as ever, but both tried to look perfectly calm as William duct taped two 40 ounce beer bottles to their hands. Both women tried to avoid fidgeting around to intimidate each other. Neither woman wanted to end the night losing the last drinking contest, especially not one with actual alcoholic beer.
When the drinking contest started Zora tried to ignore everything around her as she steadily worked on downing her 80 ounces of beer. In the back of her mind Zora feared how her already bursting bladder might revolt at the thought of downing another 80 ounces of beer. But following Matt's advice Zora told herself any increasingly urgent messages her bladder sent her was just her mind playing tricks on her.
While the drinking contest was going on, neither Zora or Kelly noticed when William and Matt both briefly disappeared from the crowd to have a heated whispered conversation.
"Are you serious man" Matt asked incredulously. "You want to bet how much against my girl?".
"You heard me right" William replied calmly. "$500, my girl Kelly against your girl Zora. First one who's girl spills even a drop of piss loses".
Matt could hardly believe his luck. Zora had asked him to keep an eye out for a chance to make money off of her holding contest against Kelly, and now such an opportunity had walked right into his face.
"I can take your bet" said Matt, "but only if my girl Zora wins this beer drinking contest, because otherwise I won't have $500 to bet on her".
William pretended to think it over for a moment, then nodded. "Don't let Kelly hear I agreed to our bet being official only if she lost a drinking contest".
Matt nodded his head in agreement. "You're on then, my girl can hold her piss in longer than yours can, she's my bladder queen".
"And Kelly is my perfect little bladder queen" William replied with a wicked smile as he and Matt shook on their agreement.
There was no way Zora would dare sneak off for a piss before bed with so much of her friend's money on the line. William was sure Kelly would be quite pleased with him when she found out. Now all Kelly had to do to fulfill her revenge fantasy was to beat Zora's iron bladder either tonight or tomorrow, and William was confident in his girl being able to do so.
Despite her vow to remain focused on her drinking to win the money, Zora found her attention drifting away from the contest as she finished her first 40 ounce bottle of beer. Her bladder's already urgent needs seemed to be growing more desperate as the alcohol hit her. Despite her vows to show no weakness Zora found herself starting to uselessly try to grip her throbbing pussy's pee hole with the hand that had the empty beer bottle duct taped to it. But of course with the beer bottle still there Zora didn't accomplish anything more than make herself look like a desperate little fool. Zora found herself starting to blush in embarrassment as she realized how silly her squirming must be making her look.
"Don't pee, don't pee" Zora found herself muttering repeatedly in her mind. "And don't squirm either, you promised Matt to stay strong".
Zora's drinking, and desperation was distracted suddenly by a loud hissing sound that Zora, even in her drunken state, recognized as someone pissing themselves. Fearing it was herself due to the alcohol weakening her iron bladder too much Zora glanced at her crotch, and saw she was still dry.
Zora glanced to the side at Kelly, and saw her still dry to, though clearly more desperate than before. Her and Kelly's eyes glanced over at the other contestants, and saw one of the guys in the contest was pissing himself. Much of the front of his swim trunks were soaked, and piss was running down one of his legs, but he was too drunk to care.
Zora almost let herself get glued to the sight, especially as piss began to run down the legs of the only other girl in the contest besides her and Kelly. But then Zora heard Matt's voice in the crowd shouting "keep drinking Zora, you can do this girl!", and she remembered what she was doing.
When Zora finally finished the last of her alcoholic beer she found her mood improved tenfold over what it had been before the alcohol. Her mood only got better when William informed her that she had won another close match against Kelly and removed the empty beer bottles from her hands. Kelly gave her an angry glare over being defeated yet again. But Zora, with her judgment impaired, just smiled back and waved, which only seemed to make Kelly madder.
Part of Zora knew that she ought to be worried when Matt told her about the $500 bet with William. After all she was already bursting for a piss, holding it for the rest of the night might be a stretch, let alone holding it into the morning and however long Kelly could last. But the alcohol was enough to drown out her concern and worry.
Instead, Zora's drunken response to Matt was to playfully whine in a slurred voice "But Matt, I really have to pee, like really bad Matt".
"But you won't pee now will you Zora" asked Matt, somewhat drunkenly. "We have big money on the line now for you resisting the urge to piss, because you're the bladder queen".
Hearing the title bladder queen brought back memories of Matt's earlier pep talk to Zora's drunk mind. She blushed, "I'm not a good queen Matt, I squirmed and potty danced a lot during that last contest. I really had to pee bad during that contest Matt, I still have to pee bad now". Zora blushed again as she realized she was hunched over gripping her crotch with both hands squirming in front of Matt.
Matt gently lifted Zora's arms away from her crotch and made her stand straight. "Just remember our pep talk from earlier babe" he whispered as he rubbed her shoulders. "You're a beer and a bladder queen Zora. Queens like you can always handle a little more beer, your mind is playing tricks on you if your bladder says otherwise. You're a lady, and like you told me, ladies can always wait just a little longer if they need to".
Zora felt her bladder's desperate urges relaxing a bit at Matt's calming words of encouragement. "I'm a bladder queen Matt" she smiled drunkenly. "I haven't peed in 16 and a half hours, I really have to pee bad now Matt. But I'm a queen, and queen's can hold it when they're expected to wait. William expects me to wait and hold it till we're back at the college, otherwise he would have brought us to a beach with a ladies room to use".
With confidence fueled somewhat by her hormones, and somewhat the alcohol, Zora gripped Matt's cock through his swim trunks, and found it fully erect. "That's why we ladies always have the longer bathroom lines while you boys get to go right in and pee" she whispered in an increasingly slurry voice. "You like it when we have to pee, you like making me hold it and get desperate for a pee from the beer, don't you? I should have recognized it sooner in you Matt".
Instead of answering, Matt drunkenly kissed Zora on the lips. "I always knew you were the brains Zora, figuring out stuff like that" he whispered drunkenly.
As 10:30 PM turned to midnight Matt, Steve, and Phil all had several more 12 ounce bottles of alcoholic beer. At first Zora refrained from joining them in their drinking, and simply sat by the dying fire fidgeting slightly in desperation. But after a while the alcohol's effect on her judgment and her own stubborn pride about out drinking the boys got the better of her, no matter what her bursting bladder said.
Steve and Phil looked surprised and a bit worried as they saw Zora help herself to a 12 ounce bottle of beer. Zora smiled drunkenly at them and said "I got thirsty, a beer queen can always have another beer can't she?". Zora noted the prideful look on Matt's face.
"Just don't drink more than you can handle with the money on the line" Steve reminded her.
"Don't be a buzz kill Steve, I wanna have a good time" Zora moaned, even while her bladder protested at the extra beer.
"Shouldn't you get Kelly to have a beer with you" Phil asked.
"I don't wanna drink with her, don't kill the party mood guys" Zora whined. "I don't have to make Kelly drink another beer to win the bet, because I'm a queen Phil". Zora gently rubbed her bladder bulge, visibly protruding by several inches. "Only a bladder queen can get one of these and still hold it Phil, a queen can hold it Phil". The logical part of Zora's mind would have agreed with Phil, but it was too snowed under by all the alcohol to stop Zora's drunken arrogance.
Around midnight William went around and extinguished all the campfires with buckets of ocean water to encourage everyone to go to bed. The others soon left the smothered out fire, but Zora and Matt remained, now alone. At Matt's suggestion they decided to use the darkness as an excuse to have one more beer before bed. By the time Zora and Matt finished their last beer at 12:15 AM, the night air had gotten pretty chilly, especially without the fire to warm them.
While Matt hadn't been in any of the beer contests, he had been packing away the beer tonight, having downed 6 beers in the last hour and a half. The beer, combined with the chilly air, were quickly making his bladder a problem. Matt found himself gripping his desperate cock through his swim trunks and squirming around in his seat.
Yet despite how drunk he was, Matt was still able to remember his fear from earlier when he placed his bet with William. Zora might try to take a midnight before bed pee if he left her alone now, in the near pitch darkness with no campfires to light things up anymore. Even drunk Matt knew he couldn't afford to lose $500 from Zora giving into such a temptation.
Matt's fears were well founded. The chilly air and added beer were also quickly making their effects known in Zora's bulging bladder. At first Zora tried to look tough for Matt and not squirm as she gently rubbed her legs together, but soon she couldn't keep her legs still as she uselessly tried adjusting them repeatedly for a bit of relief.
Zora found herself starting to wonder how good it would feel to drop her bikini bottom and piss in the smothered out campfire. Surely no one would see anything, and no one would ever suspect a thing Zora drunkenly thought. At first Zora's aversion for peeing anywhere but a toilet made her tell herself she shouldn't be thinking of such things. But soon her increasingly frantic desperation, and the alcohol's effects on lowering her inhibitions left her hoping Matt would leave her alone already so she could carry out her sneaky pee in private.
After several minutes of obvious squirming in her seat, and even gripping her crotch, Zora knew she couldn't take much more of this. She was on the verge of losing control of her iron bladder right there. If Matt wasn't going to leave then she had to do something her drunken mind told her. So she stood up carefully, as Matt, with his eyes glued to her, did the same.
"Leave me alone Matt, I have to pee before bed" Zora moaned in a slurry drunk voice. When Matt didn't move quick enough she added "I wanna pee in the campfire Matt, no one will ever know I did it".
Alarms went off in Matt's drunk mind at Zora's drunken confession. "You can't pee Zora, you need to keep holding it for our $500 bet".
"But I REALLY have to pee Matt, I haven't peed in over 18 hours" she whined. "Please just go Matt, I know you're desperate to pee on the sand dunes again, I see you squirming".
"You're not going to just let Kelly win like that are you" asked Matt, trying to ignore his own desperately full bladder. "Just because you're not enough of a lady to wait until morning. I thought you were a queen Zora".
"Like you're not gonna just go pee even if I agree to wait" complained Zora. "You boys peed on the sand dunes all day. Even Kelly peed on the sand dunes, and she's a girl. So why do I have to keep waiting while you all get to pee?".
"Because... I won't leave you alone to pee, even if it means I can't pee all night either" Matt replied.
For a long moment Zora and Matt were both silent as they stared drunkenly at each other and squirmed while gripping their crotch. Matt felt a lake of piss continuing to slosh around inside his bladder, and wondered how Zora had coped so well with the ocean of piss residing in her own much larger bladder. It was way harder then she made it look.
Finally a smile crept on Zora's face. "You're not keeping me from peeing tonight Matt" she whispered as she stepped within an inch of Matt's face. "I'm keeping you from peeing tonight, because you know you can't leave me alone to go pee in the sand dunes. And you're too much of a gentleman to pee in front of me when you know I really have to pee to. That would be too mean to me".
Speechless, Matt nodded, realizing Zora was right. On one hand he was glad that Zora wouldn't lose the bet by peeing before bed. On the other hand, he was disappointed that he couldn't take his own desperately needed piss. Zora however, was thrilled. "It's going to be fun watching you squirm with me for a change tonight Matt" she giggled as she kissed him. Soon she and Matt went to find some warm blankets to sleep under, and the couple with two desperately full bladders tried to fall asleep for the night.
Meanwhile, a half mile walk down the beach, Kelly and her bursting bladder were in absolute agony. Her heavy load of piss sloshed around her bursting bladder and hammered at her pee hole, desperate to come out.
Things only got worse for Kelly's tortured bladder as William thrust his hard cock into her tensed cunt. Kelly moaned loudly in both pleasure & pain, she loved riding the endless waves of pleasure their full bladder sex always gave her. If William had any doubts as to who the real bladder queen was on the beach, Kelly was determined to erase those doubts. The pressure Kelly felt with each thrust was immense, and sent constant jolts through her iron bladder. Kelly's bladder begged her to make William stop, but the rest of Kelly begged him to keep on going.
When Kelly and William both reached orgasm at the same time it felt like a bomb had gone off in Kelly's bladder. Kelly felt the ocean of piss sloshing inside of her bladder trying with explosive force to squeeze past her sphincter and run down her legs.
Kelly immediately jammed both hands into crotch to try to stem the flood as she moaned loudly in pleasure and agony. Kelly's years of training her mammoth iron bladder paid off as her sphincter muscles fought back against the overwhelming pressure, and she somehow miraculously didn't leak a drop.
For a minute Kelly rolled around in the sand in her own little world, gripping her crotch like mad and twisting her legs around, trying to calm her bladder down now that the sex was over.
Kelly's attempt to calm her bladder down was interrupted when she heard the familiar sound of someone urinating. The sound sent more urgent jolts through her bladder. For a horrified moment Kelly thought her iron bladder had failed her. But no, her hands and legs were still dry, she wasn't leaking, yet.
"William!" Kelly screamed with fury as she sat up, and saw his penis pissing a thick stream of urine into the sand a few feet in front of her. William was always doing cruel stuff like this around her when he knew she was so desperate to pee.
"What's the matter Kelly" asked William. "I thought you were a bladder queen who didn't mind when a guy pisses next to her. If you're not going to pee then surely you can wait without a problem".
Kelly nearly broke down and gave into the gallons of piss urgently sloshing around inside her bursting bladder. It was what Kelly did every other night she had full bladder sex with William, she rushed to the toilet for a much needed piss afterwards. Or if they were having sex outdoors like tonight, she'd squat down and piss a gusher where she was.
William's piss was like a drug to Kelly. She knew she should look away as William's piss continued to wreak havoc on her bladder and push her closer to leaking a massive spurt of piss down her legs. Just the sight of William's piss was tempting Kelly more by the second to give into her bladder's urgent demands and piss on the beach. And yet Kelly couldn't bring herself to look away from it, so she watched in a desperate jealous agony as William finished his piss.
"Do you want me to lose this damn $500 bet you made on me" Kelly hissed at William as he started to put his swim trunks back on. "Because this is how you make me lose a $500 bet".
"But you didn't Kelly" William replied in his calm and soothing voice. "You were able to hold it in anyway, because you're the real bladder queen on this beach". In truth, William came from a wealthy family, so $500 was nothing to him.
William smiled at Kelly's silence, knowing his charm had hit home. "Think of what you just went through as practice for tomorrow Kelly" he suggested. "Do you think your rival Zora could have survived what you just went through the last hour without springing at least a dozen leaks?".
Kelly soon put her bikini back on, and her and William walked the half mile back to the part of the beach the others were at. The walk back in the chilly night air was torture on Kelly's exhausted bladder. Nearly every step sent new jolts through her bursting bladder. So Kelly was very grateful when William fetched her some warm blankets to sleep under.
Despite Kelly's extreme desperation, she managed to fall asleep on the beach rather quickly. In the near pitch dark by now, Kelly and William didn't even notice that they had chosen to fall asleep right next to Zora and Matt, who were both already sound asleep despite their own bladder's urgent needs.
Zora and Kelly both needed their rest, for tomorrow the beer drinking contests would resume at 10 AM. Neither desperate woman knew how much more beer their bladder could take without relief. But both desperate women knew that they'd likely have to drink a lot more beer to defeat their iron bladdered rival to prove that they were the true bladder queen on the beach.
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The Beach Party, Part #5
The first thing Zora noticed when she began to stir around 8 AM in the morning was that she felt pretty aroused over something. Zora was pretty sure she had been having a vivid dream that somehow involved her finding herself dying for a piss, and was somehow very erotic. Zora blissfully tried to remember the dream she had been having, until she realized that her bladder felt ready to explode with piss. Zora groaned and gripped her crotch for dear life as she rolled around squirming underneath the blankets, her arousal and thoughts of whatever dream she had been having forgotten. Memories of the previous night flashed through Zora's mind. Why had she been dumb enough to have several cans of beer after the last contest ended she wondered. Those cans were already coming back to haunt her this morning. And most important of all, why hadn't Zora snuck off for a piss before going to bed last night?
Zora was so desperate after 26 hours without a piss that she almost considered abandoning her modesty and hurrying behind the sand dunes to take a morning piss. But then Zora glanced over to her side, and saw Kelly beginning to stir, and she remembered the $500 bet.
It was then that Zora realized Matt was no longer sleeping beside her, Zora glanced around for him. She spotted him in the distance, standing near the sand dunes at the spot everyone else had turned into the bathroom area, obviously taking a much needed morning piss. For a brief moment Zora allowed herself to smile as memories of how Matt had squirmed around gripping his cock in desperation all night long returned to her. It had been fun seeing him squirm around for a change, even if she had been squirming with him all night long. Still, Zora groaned as her jealousy over Matt's morning piss sent more urgent jolts through her desperate bladder.
A few feet away, Kelly woke up, and immediately shot both hands towards her own crotch and trembled around madly in desperation after 21 and a half hours without a piss. Kelly was sure that she had been having a really vivid dream that somehow involved her holding it and beer contests with Zora. But her slight hangover was making it too difficult to remember any details. Kelly glanced to her side and realized that William had already woken up and left earlier. Memories of how William had cruelly taken a piss a few feet away from her last night, knowing she couldn't pee with him because of the $500 bet sent shudders through Kelly's desperate bladder. She began to silently squirm around in desperation under her blanket just like Zora.
Eventually, after several minutes of silent squirming, both Zora and Kelly's bladders calmed down just enough for them to both sit up and stare at each other. Zora saw a lot of anguish in Kelly's eyes, but still a burning fierce determination that Zora shared with her rival. Zora was certain that Kelly was nearly as bad off as she was in the bladder department, but she decided to bluff and pretend to be in a much better state than her rival.
"Good morning Kelly" Zora said with little emotion, "I hope you're not still foolish enough to think you can somehow best my iron bladder this morning". Zora tried to sound calm and unconcerned, but in her desperate state it just wasn't possible, she had to pee too badly.
Kelly didn't buy her bluff for a moment. "You'd give up now if you knew what my iron bladder endured last night without leaking a drop. You'd know there's no hope of beating me if I could survive that self inflicted torture" Kelly hissed as she remembered her difficult full bladder sex with Will. Zora rolled her eyes at Kelly's claim, which only seemed to infuriate Kelly farther. "I know you can never bring yourself to pissing out here where 100 other strangers can watch you Zora, that's a real shame. Modesty can be a real difficult thing for a woman to have in situations like this".
"Maybe for an ordinary woman it is" replied Zora, "but you forget Kelly, I'm the bladder queen of this beach. I'm the only person who hasn't taken a piss since we got here, and I intend to keep it that way". Despite her plight, Zora felt herself enjoying her rivalry with Kelly, and the knowledge that she was the only thing making Kelly force herself to continue holding her boiling load of piss back.
"Even a queen has to take a leak eventually Zora. And you will involuntarily leak soon in a humiliating fashion. And I'll enjoy every second of the sight" said Kelly. "You may not believe it, but when I peed on the beach I hadn't taken a piss in over a day and a half. So I can still last all day if I want to, I doubt you can say that about yourself".
"You're right, I don't believe you Kelly. I doubt you were even holding it for half that time when you peed on the beach yesterday morning" Zora replied, knowing that it would tick Kelly off.
Kelly glared angrily at Zora now. "You know, it would almost be worth it for me to drop my bikini bottom right here and piss a gusher in front of you. I bet you'd probably piss yourself right now if I did. Or at the very least I'd at least get to see you suffer a lot. And then since you're too modest to pee on the beach I'd get to watch you continue to suffer all day until you can't wait any longer and you humiliate yourself".
Zora felt her bladder spasming in complaint at the thought of watching Kelly piss a gusher just a few feet away from her. But she kept her head on and remembered the $500 bet, it would be so easy to win if she could goad Kelly into following through on her threat. Matt and the guys would be so pleased with her as well.
"Go ahead and do it then" Zora said in taunting voice, trying not to let her nervousness show. "I'm not afraid of you pissing a little waterfall in front of me. I know I've got more beer in my bladder than you do, because I had several 12 ounce bottles before bed last night". Despite her fears of Kelly going through with her threat, Zora felt herself getting excited anticipating Kelly's piss. Zora struggled not to smile as she realized her own desperation and the thought of her own suffering was turning her on again.
Kelly however was too smart to be goaded into following through with her threat. "No, as tempting as it might be, I'll wait until I get to enjoy the sight of you pissing yourself before I let myself pee".
Kelly noticed at a hint of disappointment on Zora's face, and smiled. "You didn't think I'd just let you and your boyfriend win $500 that easily did you Zora? $500 may be nothing to my rich asshole boyfriend, but I'm a real bitch when I'm angry. So I'll gladly keep holding it in and suffering just to make your boyfriend $500 poorer".
Silence stretched out between the two women again for a minute as they stared at each other and continued to squirm around desperately. Kelly began to brush the sand out of her long blonde hair with both hands, her eyes daring Zora to show she could do the same with both hands despite her bladder's plight. Aroused at the thought of how big a risk she was taking with her bursting bladder so full, Zora followed suit, and used both hands to shake the sand out of her long dark hair. Zora began to wonder in the back of her mind if Kelly was getting aroused by their contest to despite her desperation.
Eventually when both women finished with their hair Zora broke the silence. "I'm thirsty Kelly, let's go get a can of beer together".
By 10 AM when the first drinking contest of the day rolled around Zora wanted nothing less than to drink another 80 ounces of beer. Zora couldn't remember ever letting herself get this frantic for a piss in her life, as she frequently jammed both fists into her crotch. Though she tried to mask her dread, Matt seemed to sense it right away. He was quickly by Zora's side, whispering words of encouragement into her ears.
"I know you're nervous about this contest Zora, and I know you're doubting yourself because you have to piss real bad" Matt whispered as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "But there's no reason sell yourself short darling. You've gotta keep showing Kelly who's the real queen on this beach".
"I know Matt, a true bladder queen should never back down from a challenge" Zora whispered back. "I can hardly believe that it's been nearly 28 hours now since I last took a morning piss the previous day. I REALLY need to piss so fucking bad Matt, and I haven't even drank the 80 ounces of beer yet that I'm going to have in this contest".
"I know, I know you've been waiting a long time to piss already Zora, and I know you really need to go by now" replied Matt. "But you know you can wait even longer babe".
"I know Matt, I'll show them who the real queen is on this beach by downing my beer like a pro" Zora replied as they shared a kiss. Zora felt Matt's erect cock rub up against her as she leaned in closer. "At least I know what it's like to be on the other end of enjoying the sight of someone with a full bladder suffering after last night" she added in a whisper.
"What can I say, you were very persuasive that I had better hold it when you made your drunken threats last night" Matt replied. Zora grinned happily.
"Thanks for being a good sport about it Matt" Zora replied happily. "And thanks for being a gentleman by not whipping that cock out and peeing in front of me last night or this morning. Queen or not, I don't think I could hold it back any longer if you or anyone were mean enough to do that to me".
The memory of the entire contest was a complete blur to Zora afterwards. All she knew was that she had tortured herself farther and downed her two 40 ounce bottles of beer the quickest, and neither herself nor Kelly had leaked a drop yet. And yet the pain from her bursting bladder being forced to find more room for yet more beer also partially aroused Zora, leaving her looking oddly happy to some people.
The other thing Zora knew was that after the contest had ended she and Matt had left the crowd and gone off for a walk together. Zora was silent at first as she hobbled along and struggled not to let her bladder do the thing it so desperately needed to do. The look on Matt's face when she had won again, and netted Matt and the guys yet more gambling money ($160 total before Zora's cut) told her how proud he was of her right now. Despite her plight Zora couldn't help but be quite proud of herself to.
Still, the second Zora was certain they were well out of earshot of the others she hissed "I've never had to piss so bad in my life Matt!". All of Zora's last ounce of composure she had been using during the contest instantly evaporated as she rammed her hands into her pussy. Zora had little doubt Matt was beginning to get another raging erection at the sight of her desperation, if he didn't have one already.
Matt was silent for a long moment, as Zora sat herself on the sand and jammed a heel against her pee hole. Matt calmly sat down in front of Zora, and looked her in the eyes, as if sizing her up. "Well, you sure showed Kelly who the real queen on this beach was in that contest" Matt finally concluded. "Now all you have to do is keep waiting until you show Kelly who the real bladder queen is on this beach to. And don't try giving me that 'I can't' excuse Zora, because I know you can still hold it".
"Matt please, Kelly... doesn't matter" Zora muttered through gritted teeth. "Even if Kelly pees, I still can't let myself take a leak on the beach. I HAVE to hold it until we get back to the college now. I have no choice, no matter how bad it gets for me".
"Who said anything about letting you pee on the beach when we won the $500 bet Zora" Matt asked casually, but with an evil look in his eyes. "You've made it clear repeatedly that that's not what a proper lady does. I commend you for being a proper lady last night and not giving into your silly temptations to use the sand dunes before bed".
Zora groaned as a new wave of desperation hit her already bursting bladder even harder. "Matt, I may be getting pretty turned on by this right now, but I still wish I had given into that temptation when I was drunk last night. I have to pee so bad already, and I still have to keep waiting for who knows how many more hours today".
"Well, looks like you don't have a choice but to wait like a proper lady now Zora" Matt replied happily. "I'm sure a bladder queen like you can handle it no problem. You'll put all those improper ladies on the beach to shame Zora, especially Kelly".
Matt knew just how to push her buttons and fuel her pride Zora told herself as she nodded her head. "For you and me both I will Matt" Zora replied lustfully, "even if, oh god, even if it takes all day to best Kelly's iron bladder".
Time crawled by agonizingly slow for Zora as she waited for Kelly to lose their contest, and for the buses to finally show up to take her and the others back to the college in the early evening. The thought of visiting the sand dunes and pulling her bikini bottom aside to finally piss her most urgent gusher was becoming more and more temping for Zora as the second day dragged on. But still, Zora stubbornly refused to let herself piss out of pride and the $500 bet. Kelly also managed to stubbornly refuse to let herself piss no matter how badly her bladder urged her to, even though she began to look like she was in even worse shape than Zora was.
Kelly's earlier prideful taunting disappeared as the long day dragged on. Twice more, at Zora's urging, Zora and Kelly shared a can of beer in between the drinking contests. The first time Zora suggested it, around 12 PM noon, Kelly looked nervous for an instant, but tried to quickly hide that nervous behind a stern look of pride. The second time Zora suggested it, around 4 PM, Zora saw real fear in Kelly's eyes for a moment at the thought of downing yet more beer without a piss first.
Zora and Kelly both also entered two more beer drinking contests, at 2 PM and 6 PM, which only made both women's agonizing plights even worse. Despite her own prideful determination, Zora really didn't want to enter either of the beer drinking contests. Her bursting bladder urgently begged her not to enter anymore beer drinking contests.
But Zora did it anyway for two reasons. One was the money she kept winning for herself and the boys. The second was because she knew Kelly's pride wouldn't allow her to stay out of the contest if Zora entered it. The thought that she could torture Kelly's bladder farther by forcing her to enter the beer drinking contests aroused her more than she thought it would as a straight woman.
The beer contests themselves were the very torture on her bladder that Zora had dreaded. Just a quick glance at Kelly however told Zora it was just as bad on her rival, if not even worse. In both the 2 PM and 6 PM contests it was Zora who tortured herself faster by downing the 80 ounces of beer quicker and coming in first place.
It was a bit after 7 PM by the time the buses finally arrived to take the college students back to college. Zora was sitting in the sand with Matt when the buses finally arrived, desperately gripping her crotch, and enjoying Matt's company.
In the distance they both heard William shouting orders at the group. "Alright everyone, pack your stuff up on the bus. And go to the bathroom now before we leave. We're late enough as it is, so we won't be making any pit stops on the way back". Zora couldn't help but grimace inwardly at William's proclamation about the bathroom, and the reminder that she still had to hold it till she made it back to the college.
Matt and Zora looked each other in the eyes, and Matt smiled. "I think William's proclamation won't be any trouble for a certain bladder queen who hasn't peed in 37 hours, now will it Zora?" he asked with a big grin.
"Me, ask for a pit stop on the way home?" asked Zora playfully as her bladder begged for one. "You know full well William's idea of a pit stop will be letting people piss by the side of the road. That's not an acceptable restroom for a proper lady like me Matt. I'd rather continue to hold it, despite how badly I urgently need a leak already".
Matt gently patted Zora on the back before getting up. "That's my girl Zora. I've got to grab our stuff, but how about we meet in the last row of the last bus" Matt suggested. Matt knew full well that Zora was in no state to gather her things, and didn't want her to push herself too far while Kelly still held on.
"Certainly, and I'll see if I can wrap this silly contest up with Kelly before we leave" Zora replied. Matt gave Zora a surprised look, but saw from the look in her face that she didn't intend to pee even if she could get Kelly to. He smiled and wished his girlfriend luck as he ran off to pack their things and take a piss himself before entering the bus.
Alone now, Zora carefully stood up, with both hands gripping her crotch desperately. For a moment Zora's bladder tried to rebel more fiercely than ever upon standing up, Zora felt a rush of her urine trying to squeeze past her bladder's sphincter muscles. But the urges soon subsided enough for Zora to hobble towards the other end of the beach, where she knew Kelly was.
Kelly, who hadn't peed in over 32 and a half hours, definitely looked to be in even worse shape than Zora when she first saw her. Knowing she had to look tough now, Zora forced herself to stand up straight, and tried to make herself walk normally over to Kelly rather than hobble in desperation.
When Kelly first looked up at Zora, trying to feign a strength she didn't truly feel, Zora saw a look of fear in her eyes, which soon turned to a look of hopelessness and defeat. Willing herself not to let her desperation show in her voice, Zora tried to speak with confidence. "So Kelly, you heard what your boyfriend William said. A girl with a weak bladder like you should really take a leak before a several hour bus trip with no bathroom breaks".
Zora expected to see a spark of anger in Kelly's eyes at her taunting. Instead Kelly groaned, as if wrecked by a new wave of desperation, and squirmed around even more urgently than before. For a moment Zora was certain she was about to see some piss running down Kelly's legs, but then Kelly moved her hands away from her crotch, and revealed her still dry bikini bottom and legs.
"Why, to let you piss to before you get on the bus?" Kelly asked. "I'd rather see you piss in your seat on the bus Zora, even if it means I have to keep holding it to after 32 and a half hours of waiting already". Kelly tried to have a hint of anger in her tone, but even Kelly thought she just sounded weak.
"Kelly, you silly girl" replied Zora happily. "You forget, I'm the proper lady who refuses to pee anywhere but seated on a clean toilet. And like a proper lady I'm still holding all of my pee, even though it would be so simple to pull this bikini bottom aside and piss a nice gusher right now". Zora almost grit her teeth as the piss sloshed around more urgently in her bladder at the thought of doing just what she had said. "But I won't do it" Zora continued, "because I intend to wait until I get back to the college. And then I'll calmly wait in line to use the ladies room, like a proper lady".
"You however, are the girl who rushed off to piss in the sand dunes a few hours after we got here. A girl like you Kelly, willing to drop her bikini and piss anywhere just doesn't have the motivation to keep holding on like a proper lady should. When things get too tough for you to wait you'll always just drop your bikini and pee where you are, just like the guys who will rudely pee anywhere in front of the other desperate girls at the drop of a hat" Zora finished with a sly smile. Zora wanted to giggle, but knew it would probably be the end of her 37 hour long hold if she did.
For a moment Kelly looked torn, as if seriously contemplating giving up. Zora watched Kelly's eyes dart towards the sand dunes, but then she shook her head. "First William tries to get me to piss before we leave, and now you" she muttered. "I'm getting on that bus with my bladder still bursting and unrelieved. I'm the real bladder queen here, not you Zora, and I'll prove it on the ride home". Zora rolled her eyes, which only seemed to tick Kelly off more.
"Fine, piss yourself on the bus ride home Kelly" Zora replied in an unconcerned voice. "I'll be having a beer or two on the way home with my boyfriend, even if you don't have any".
"Then I'll enjoy seeing you piss yourself on the ride home" Kelly retorted, in a tone that clearly said she would not be having any beers on the ride home. Zora knew promising to drink some more beer on the ride home could be a big mistake, the piss sloshing around in her bladder already hated the idea. But seeing Kelly's reaction only made Zora more certain that she had to do it anyway, just to show Kelly who the real bladder queen was in case she had any doubt about it.
With that Kelly began to hobble her way to the last bus. Zora followed closely behind her. The driver barely gave either woman a glance as they hobbled onboard. Zora sat in the very back where Matt told said he'd meet her, while Kelly sat a few rows in front of her.
Matt soon joined Zora at the back of the bus just as the other two buses were beginning to drive away. The way Zora had her legs practically double crossed in her seat made clear to him that Zora was still very much unrelieved. "So, what happened with you and Kelly" Matt asked as he sat down.
"Let's just say I had some fun toying with her" Zora answered coyly. "She'll never make it back to the college dry".
"I should have known you just wanted to be a bitch to her one last time" Matt chuckled. Matt unzipped one of the bags he was carrying and pulled out a 12 ounce can of beer as he chuckled. He was surprised as Zora reached a hand into the bag to grab a can herself. "Are you sure about having that beer Zora? Kelly certainly isn't going to have any".
"I'm a woman of my word Matt, and I promised Kelly I'd have a beer or two with you on the ride home" Zora replied with an air of confidence. "I just wish I didn't have to pee so bad right now Matt. My tortured bladder is beginning to get exhausted after waiting so long already".
"You know it's too late for you to pee now Zora, no matter how bad you need it" Matt replied with a grin. "You passed up a chance to pee on the beach like a good girl. Now you just have to finish your beer and hold on for several more hours until we're back at the college". Zora nodded in agreement, finding herself excited at the challenge she had put before herself, and unsure if she could last long enough.
The effect of all the alcohol William had served, as well as all the drinking on the bus, started to show itself by 8 PM. Despite how William had insisted everyone pee before getting on the bus, many of the drunk college students either hadn't, or needed to pee again already. Soon the bus driver had no choice but to pull over by the side of the road (in what was still an empty rural area) to prevent the drunk college students from peeing in the bus. Many guys, and even a few girls, quickly hurried out of the bus for a piss. There were cries of jealousy by some of the girls who needed to go, but refused to by the side of the road in front of everyone. Soon Zora and Kelly, who both had the window seat, had a great view of college aged men and women both peeing just outside the bus.
At first Zora dared herself to watch the whole thing, eager to see as many cocks from the window as she could. But when Zora's bladder shuddered in jealousy too much at the sight of so many people pissing she had to look away from the window.
"I think William's trying to convince Kelly to pee here, but she's having none of it" Matt said as he craned his head to see William and Kelly. "He'll probably try to convince you to piss next".
"Then he's wasting his time" Zora replied impatiently as she continued to fidget around desperately in her seat. The last beer hadn't helped Zora at all, her squirming was much more frantic now. "Us ladies can't pee outdoors, it's the rule, William should know that by now".
"Well, if it's a rule then who made the rule Zora" Matt asked playfully.
"Us ladies did of course Matt" Zora replied in a more playful tone now, even as she could just barely make out the unwelcome sound of people urinating on the other side of bus window. In Zora's opinion nothing was worse on a full bladder than listening to someone else pee while you couldn't.
"Well, why can't you ladies break the rule? None of the ladies out there are obeying it" Matt playfully asked with a grin.
Zora readjusted her shaking legs and rammed a fist into his crotch again. "Us ladies have to obey the rules Matt... well us proper ladies at least. Guys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. Even if we really have to pee bad we still have to hold it".
Zora's eyes moved towards the cans of beer Matt still had in his unzipped bag, Matt's eyes followed hers and smiled. Zora knew she shouldn't let herself have another. She knew her exhausted iron bladder might not be able to take it for much longer. And yet the thought of how risky it was really excited her. So against her better judgment she reached for the can.
"As a lady who has to hold it according to the rules, I'm probably going to deeply regret this Matt" Zora announced as she opened the can and took a sip. "I might have to make an unladylike mad dash for the ladies room when we get back Matt. I'm already nearly leaking a gusher right in my seat".
Kelly knew she was on the verge of a major accident as the drunk college students piled back in the bus after their piss by the side of the road. If it wasn't for Kelly's stubbornness about her contest with Zora she would have gladly pissed on the beach many hours ago. But despite William's urging Kelly refused to pee by the side of the road. "I'm holding it till I can't hold it anymore Will, end of discussion" she hissed at him. William seemed conflicted with joy at Kelly pushing herself farther, and fear that she was going to inevitably have a major accident on the bus.
Shortly after 9 PM, after holding it in for 34 and a half hours, Kelly's iron bladder finally cracked under the enormous pressure from the gallons of piss sitting in her bladder. Kelly lost control of her bladder for just a second, long enough for a large spurt of piss to escape her and leave a major wet spot on Kelly's bikini. Some piss began run down Kelly's legs as well.
William was out of his seat immediately to let Kelly pass. "Hurry to the front of the bus. I'll get the bus to pull over for you before you make a big mess that gets us an expensive cleanup bill" he hissed.
Kelly let out a loud moan as she gripped down harder on her bladder to stop the flood. But she knew William was right. She was only moments away from her exhausted bladder completely losing the rest of her boiling pent up piss, even with her iron control. Kelly hurried down the aisle, leaking a bit more piss down her legs as she hobbled. Kelly was too distracted by her own desperate need to even realize that everyone on the bus was watching her beginning to piss herself. Kelly was grateful that William had already gotten the driver to pull over for her by the time she was at the front.
Kelly barely walked more than 3 steps after she got off the bus before she opened her flood gates to let the piss finally gush out of her like a fire hose. Kelly was so eager to piss that she didn't even take the time to pull her bikini bottom aside, so it and her legs began to get soaked until she started to pull the bikini bottom aside.
At first Kelly was too awash in relief to even care that almost everyone on the bus had their eyes on her. But when Kelly's iron bladder finally finished emptying itself 5 minutes later, Kelly couldn't help but blush in embarrassment. Kelly was supposed to be a bladder queen, but here she was, so desperate to pee that she had to make the entire bus pull over on the side of the road just for her. Plus Kelly's bikini bottom and legs were embarrassingly soaked with her own urine. Anyone who even glanced at her would be able to tell that she had a major accident, like an ordinary girl with a weak bladder.
William wordlessly handed Kelly a towel, which she used to dry her legs off. Not wanting to wear her piss soaked bikini bottom anymore Kelly covered herself with the towel and took her bikini bottom off. Kelly left her piss soaked bikini bottom on the ground as she re-boarded the bus. Everyone was starring at her as she made her shameful walk back to her seat, feeling utterly humiliated. But the worst part of it for Kelly was seeing the smug look of satisfaction on Zora's arrogant face. That was the biggest blow of all to Kelly's once prideful demeanor.
"I can't believe I did that" Kelly whispered quietly enough for only William to hear after she sat down. "I guess I can't call myself much of a bladder queen anymore".
Meanwhile, in the back row of the bus, Matt was already counting out the $500 haul from Zora winning the holding contest against Kelly. Zora meanwhile was feeling quite pleased with herself at finally bringing Kelly's iron bladder down in such spectacular fashion.
"I'm so glad Kelly waited until she started pissing herself" Zora said gleefully as she watched Matt divide the money into several piles, one of which was for her. "Now she and everyone else here can't possibly deny who the real bladder queen is. And she'll think twice about challenging the true queen again".
"If you want to celebrate I still have a few more cans of beer" Matt offered with a grin. "Unless of course the bladder queen is too close to pissing herself on the bus like the Kelly did".
"If I might be blunt with you Matt, I'm really struggling to not piss in my seat right now " Zora confessed without emotion. Zora had a firm death grip over her pussy with one hand, as she squirmed around and double or triple crossed her shaking legs. "I really don't know if I can hang on for another hour till we return to the campus".
Disappointment clearly showed on Matt's face. "Well, if the bladder queen knows her limits than that's fine, I'll drink for her" he said as he opened one of the beer cans and took a long sip.
"But at the same time..." Zora added tantalizingly. "A certain girl does love to celebrate with some beer, even if it's against her better judgment...and the entire idea of entering those beer contests in the first place was against her better judgment". With a daring smile Zora reached into the bag and grabbed one of the last remaining cans of beer, and took a long sip. "Sometimes I'm too daring for my own good Matt" she said with a smile, all while her double crossed legs screamed she was still dying for a piss.
Because Zora felt extra daring after her victory over Kelly, she drank her entire 12 ounce can of beer within 5 minutes. But it didn't take long for the adrenaline of her victory to wear off, and the added load on her increasingly exhausted bladder to catch up to her. Zora's frequent squirming around in desperation soon grew twice as frantic.
"Why did I have to have to be stupid and have that last can of beer?" Zora moaned while tapping her crossed legs impatiently. "I really don't think I can wait till we get back to the campus Matt! I'm on the verge of peeing myself like Kelly did!".
"Well, since we both know you aren't willing to piss by the side of the road, I'm afraid you don't have any choice Zora but to keep on waiting" Matt replied slowly. "I mean, the only other solution I can think of is we have a few empty 12 ounce beer cans. You could let a bit of the edge off your need if you're really desperate enough to use them".
Zora shook her head. "No way, that's a boy's only solution Matt. Even a less ladylike girl couldn't possibly use something with that narrow an opening without making a huge mess". Zora moaned and bent her head down, causing her long dark hair to cover much of her face from Matt's view. "I don't know how I'll ever be able to wait much longer Matt! Even a newly crowned bladder queen has her limits!".
"You will wait Zora! You'll wait as long as you need to wait " said Matt with encouragement. "You'll wait because you're a lady, and a bladder queen, who has to wait because there's no toilets available. You'll wait because the longer you and your iron bladder can wait the more you can brag about beating Kelly's iron bladder".
"Ok, your last point about sticking it to Kelly sold me Matt" Zora replied with a hint of her pride in her voice again. "I don't know how I'll keep holding it back much longer Matt, but I will, because that's what a bladder queen does".
The last hour of the bus ride was hell on Zora, as her desperate plight seem to get exponentially worse by the minute as her iron bladder grew more exhausted. Zora tried every position she knew desperate girls used to try to hold it, and even invented a few of her own. Nothing seemed to make things any easier on her overfilled bursting bladder.
For a while Matt sat in silence, enjoying the lustful sight of Zora's desperation. If only the two of them were alone somewhere Matt found himself wishing, then he could fuck Zora's brain out with his raging erection, all while not letting her pee first. On one hand, Matt hoped for Zora's sake that she could hold on and get to the toilet in time. But on the other hand, Matt knew he'd never get to see the end of Zora's desperate struggle when she disappeared into the ladies room, so he found himself kind of hoping Zora didn't make it.
"Oh thank god!" Zora moaned as the bus finally pulled into the college campus. "I've gotta get to a toilet right frigging now Matt! I swear I might lose it just standing up! That beer on the bus was definitely a mistake!".
"Before you hop out of your seat, you might want to consider waiting a couple of minutes for the bus to empty out first" Matt suggested calmly. "You're at the back of the bus Zora, a bunch of people are going to block you from moving down the aisle if you try to hurry out the second the bus stops".
"Oh FUCK you're right! Why'd we have to sit in the back of the bus Matt" Zora moaned as she continued to squirm around like mad, with both hands rammed firmly against her pee hole. Matt, though sympathetic to his desperate girlfriend's plight, was loving every moment of it, he was glad now he had suggested they sit in the back of the bus. "There better not be a line for the ladies rooms by the time I get off this bus" Zora hissed at Matt. "I seriously cannot wait any longer Matt".
"You'll be alright Zora, it's just a couple minutes more" Matt said as the bus stopped and the aisle was immediately blocked by at least 20 other people as Matt predicted. "Besides, I thought you were a bladder queen who could hold it?" he added teasingly.
The two minute wait for the bus to empty out was agony for Zora. Matt gathered up both their bags while they waited for the bus to empty out. There were still a few others left on the bus when Zora's patience ran out. "Let me out Matt! I can't frigging wait any longer!".
The thought of refusing to let Zora out of her seat for another couple of minutes crossed Matt's mind in that split second. But he was too much of a gentleman to purposely extend Zora's desperate plight any farther... at least not so blatantly.
Matt had barely stood up and stepped aside before Zora jolted right past him and halfway down the aisle. "Out of my frigging way, I haven't been able to pee all day!" Matt heard Zora hiss as she shoved her away around a couple of people standing in the aisle. Matt watched as Zora ran off the bus as fast as her desperate legs could carry her, all while trying to follow her at a brisk pace.
Once off the bus, Zora quickly hurried back to her dormitory building, knowing everywhere else was surely closed after 10 PM on a Sunday night. Zora stifled a groan with each hurried step she took, as each step sent renewed jolts through her bursting bladder, and threatened to make her spill her urine right there. Standing up and walking had definitely made Zora's plight even worse, even if it took her the closest she had been to a toilet in the 40 hours since she had last been able to pee.
As Zora passed by some bushes she desperately thought of pulling her bikini bottom aside and pissing right there. Normally Zora would have never considered doing such a risky thing, but she was on the verge of pissing herself, so previously unacceptable things had finally started to become more viable options to her. But even so, Zora knew she still couldn't risk it, the campus was well lit at night, and had security cameras all over the place. Zora knew she must look like a desperate little fool on the cameras, gripping her crotch with both hands while hobbling towards the dorms.
When Zora reached the front door to her dormitory building she was forced to remove a hand from her crotch to pull the door open. "No one here to hold the door for a lady" Zora muttered to herself as she gripped the door with her hand and pulled, only to realize the door was locked.
"Damn it! Where did I put my damn key card" Zora muttered as she reached her hand towards her pockets. Zora was surprised when rather than finding her jeans her hand found her bikini instead, which obviously didn't have any pockets.
"No! No! This can't be happening!" Zora whimpered pathetically as she jammed her hand back over her crotch and began to shift her legs around urgently. "I can't have left that damn card key in my bag which Matt has! I can't be that stupid can I!" Zora quickly glanced behind her, and groaned, Matt wasn't anywhere in sight. Nor was anyone else in sight who could let her in. "Yes, you are that stupid Zora! Why didn't you think to put your jeans back on so that you'd have the damn card key!" she hissed, along with a series of swear words.
It was only now, stuck outside her dormitory building, dying to piss after 40 hours of waiting, that Zora realized how chilly the evening air was when you were only wearing a skimpy bikini. Zora's whole body begin to shiver from the cold, which was the last thing her bladder needed. Zora felt her throbbing bladder trying to urgently expel her hot pent up pee despite Zora's best effort to keep it in just a little longer. Zora was sure that both her fists jammed against her pee hole were the only thing keeping her from pissing herself right now.
"Don't let me lose it now! Please not now!" Zora whimpered to herself "Not when I'm so close to the ladies room and have come so far". Zora's exhausted bladder continued to rebel against her iron control in the cold night air however. Zora could barely hold it back much longer as she was nearly overwhelmed by even stronger urges yet.
Just as Zora was about to give up all hope and piss in the grass before her urine ran down her legs she heard several familiar voices approaching. She turned around and saw Matt, Steve, and Phil approaching, counting out some of the money she had won for them. The guys all noticed Zora desperately squirming by the door at the same time. Steve and Phil had a look of surprise, while Matt had a look of guilt as he realized why Zora was still standing outside in the cold.
"Guys one of you use your key card to open that damn door right now before I piss myself! I'm going out of my mind in desperation in this cold air!" Zora yelled impatiently.
"Zora I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you left your key card in your bag before you ran off" Matt apologized as he whipped his card out and unlocked the door for Zora. Zora didn't waste a second, she ran full speed through the open door towards the ladies room, nearly losing a major spurt along the way.
Zora's relief at finally getting to the ladies room turned to horror as she stepped inside. She had never seen it so crowded before. There were only 3 stalls in the ladies room, and all were occupied already. There were also 10 other women already waiting in line, most of whom Zora recognized from the weekend beach trip. At even a quick glance Zora could tell many of the women were shifting around uncomfortably, obviously desperate to pee. Zora had little doubt these women had been drinking a lot of beer on the bus ride home. In other words, the ladies room was just as Zora had dreaded it would be.
Zora felt her exhausted bladder weakening just from being so close to the anticipated relief of the toilet. The sound of one or two other women pissing in the toilet behind the stall door was torture on Zora.
"Oh please, please, let me cut in line ladies, I'm about to lose it" Zora whimpered as she openly squeezed her pussy at the back of the line. The reception Zora got was not as she had hoped however.
Almost all the girls immediately protested, and complained about their own needs. Sheena, the loudest of those girls, ended up speaking for the group. "No one's letting you cut in line girl, so shut up and wait your turn like the rest of us! You're not the only one dying to pee, I had 6 cans of beer on the way home!".
Before Zora could say anything more, everyone heard the loud sound of one of the toilets flushing. The noise of the flush was like a battering ram hitting Zora's exhausted little pee hole. "Oh No! NO!" Zora screamed as the flush was the straw that broke the camel's bladder. Piss squirted out of Zora's warm pussy for several seconds, soaking half her bikini bottom, and running down her legs before she could cut off the flow after a few seconds. Almost all the ladies eyes were on Zora now.
Zora tried to cut in line and hurry into the stall when the door opened, but several of the women moved to block her. "Please let me go!" Zora cried. "I haven't peed in over 40 hours! I'm already pissing myself!"
"You're not cutting in line bitch and that's final" said Sheena as Zora watched another girl hurry into the stall and close the door behind her. Despite her best efforts, Zora lost another large spurt of piss right there and felt it running down her legs, which wasn't unnoticed by Sheena, who was still blocking her from cutting in line. "Looks like you won't be needing the toilet anymore by the time it's your turn" Sheena said with a nasty grin. Zora began to blush as she realized Sheena was right, she was likely only seconds away from completely losing control of her exhausted bladder.
For a fraction of a second Zora was ready to give up in despair and just piss where she stood rather than drag out the inevitable even longer. Zora knew even her iron bladder was too exhausted and too overfilled to the brim to hold her hot pent up piss back for more than a couple of seconds longer. But then the solution to her desperate plight dawned on her.
"Out of my way!" Zora shouted as she shoved her way past the women waiting in line, all while the new girl in the stall began to piss a gusher. The sound of the new girl's gusher was like a bomb going off in Zora's bladder. A few more drops dribbled out of her exhausted iron bladder and down her legs despite Zora's best efforts to hold it.
But then Zora turned the corner and saw the shower stalls. Zora hurried inside the nearest shower stall, stood over the drain in the center, and began to release her boiling load of pent up piss full force before she had even pulled her bikini bottom aside. The hiss of Zora's piss was easily loud enough for every woman in the ladies room to hear. Several of the women desperately waiting in line groaned at the sound of Zora's gusher of piss.
Zora was too engrossed with the feeling of her relief to pay attention to anything else. The relief was like a constant orgasm of pleasure that nothing could top. It took over 6 minutes for Zora's impressive waterfall of piss to finally run dry. Zora couldn't believe she had held so much piss in her bladder for so long. It was miracle she had held it in even this long she thought.
It was only then that Zora realized that she had forgotten to close the shower curtain to give herself some privacy. Zora blushed in embarrassment as she quickly pulled her wet bikini bottom back in place to cover her pussy. Then she looked up and realized that her arch-rival Kelly was watching her with a smirk on her face.
"Looks like I'm not the only girl who needs to clean herself up now" she said with a mix of venom and glee as she entered another shower stall.
When Zora left the ladies room she found Matt was alone in the hallway waiting for her. A quick glance at Zora's soaking wet bikini bottom, and moist legs told him all he needed to know. "I don't know if I can call myself a bladder queen anymore Matt" she confessed, her face red with embarrassment. "I just couldn't hold it any longer, the long line did me in Matt. I ran into the shower stall to piss after I started to pee myself in front of everyone! Kelly saw everything!".
"It's alright, don't be upset Zora" Matt replied, trying to calm Zora down as he embraced her in a warm hug and began to walk her to her room. "You're still the girl with the biggest bladder on campus, and that's good enough to make you the reigning bladder queen here. Kelly can't take that away from you, you held on a lot longer than she did".
"No" Zora replied with a look of stubbornness returning to her face. "It's still not good enough Matt. I need to learn how to hold it even longer, so that tonight's shameful little accident never happens to me again".
Alternate Ending/Ending 2
"Guys one of you use your key card to open that damn door right now before I piss myself!" Zora yelled impatiently.
"Zora I'm so sorry, I didn't realize your key card was in your bag before you ran off" Matt apologized as he whipped his card out and unlocked the door for Zora. Zora didn't waste a second, she ran full speed through the open door towards the ladies room, nearly losing a major spurt along the way.
Zora's relief at finally getting to the ladies room turned to deep disappointment as she stepped inside. She had never seen this ladies room so crowded before. There were only 3 stalls in the ladies room, and all were occupied already. There were also 10 other women already waiting in line, most of whom Zora recognized from the weekend beach trip. At even a quick glance Zora could tell many of the women were shifting around uncomfortably, obviously desperate to pee. Zora had little doubt these women had been drinking a lot of beer on the bus ride home. In other words, the ladies room was just as Zora had dreaded it would be.
'A bladder queen waits in line, she doesn't beg for other women to let her jump the line' Zora told herself in her head as she joined the end of the line. Even so, Zora felt her exhausted iron bladder weakening from the anticipation of relief being so close. Standing so near the toilets but not being able to use them yet was much worse on Zora then being a several hour bus ride away from any usable clean toilets. Zora couldn't stop shifting her legs around in desperation with her hands jammed into her crotch, just like several other women in front of her in the line.
The worst part of being in line however was the assault on her ears. Zora could hear the loud sound of one or two other women pissing in the toilet behind the stall door, doing the thing her exhausted iron bladder still couldn't do quite yet but desperately wanted to. Given the complains Zora heard from the other women, she was obviously not alone in being tortured by this.
After a minute one of the women finally finished up in the stall. The sound of one of the toilets flushing was like a battering ram hitting Zora's bladder. Zora desperately jammed her hands deeper into her pussy as she watched with jealousy as one woman left a stall, and the woman at the front of the line entered it.
Zora nearly lost control as the new woman's loud piss began to echo throughout the ladies room, which sent more urgent jolts through her bladder. Waiting in line was never going to work Zora realized. Zora made a split second decision to head towards the door. The sound of the other women peeing and flushing the toilets was surely going to make Zora piss herself waiting in line if she stayed any longer.
Matt was alone in the hallway waiting for Zora. He was clearly surprised when Zora came out in just under a minute. Then he realized Zora was still shifting her legs around desperately, all while still remaining dry. "What's the matter Zora is something wrong with the ladies room" Matt asked.
Unknown to Matt, Zora saw Kelly approaching from down the hall. It was clear from the items she was carrying that she was heading for a shower to clean herself off after her earlier accident. The women's eyes locked for a brief second, Kelly had to have seen the worry in Zora's eyes, because she smirked at her.
Kelly knew without a doubt why Zora hadn't been able to release her boiling load of pent up piss in the ladies room. She knew Zora had fled the ladies room to beg Matt to sneak her into the men's room to use their stall that hopefully had no line. Kelly would no doubt enjoy the sight of her arch rival swallowing her pride out of desperation, and doing something so pitiful she would never even consider otherwise. Zora knew she simply couldn't allow that to happen, no matter how close the piss was to spurting out of her pussy.
"I... don't want to wait in that line... it's too long... and a bladder queen doesn't... wait in lines... for her chance to pee..." Zora replied to Matt, unable to keep the anxiousness from her voice.
"Let me check if the stall in the men's room is available and sneak you inside Zora" Matt offered, knowing Zora's control was likely at its limit after 40 hours of waiting.
"No... please don't" Zora replied anxiously, as she still bravely kept her hands away from her pussy. "A bladder queen doesn't... do things like that... she holds it... she should be able to wait...".
"Err, then what do you want to do Zora" Matt asked, confused, but also pleased at what a hot squirming mess his girlfriend was in front of him right now. The fact that Zora was for some reason refusing to grip her pussy for dear life all while close to losing her mind in desperation made it all the hotter for Matt.
"I want... another beer Matt" Zora replied, still anxious, but now with more confidence flowing into her voice. "I want... to share a couple more beers with you in my dorm".
"But what about that pussy of yours that hasn't been able to pee in over 40 hours? And all that beer you've already had since then?" Matt asked excitedly as he pulled the last 12 ounce alcoholic beer bottle in their bags out. "Surely you've got a lot of boiling pent up piss still bursting to come out".
"I'll have to wait" replied Zora as she accepted the open beer bottle form Matt and took a sip. "I'll have to wait... until morning when there won't be a line to wait in". The look of frustration on Kelly's face as she realized Zora was serious was enough for Zora to know she had made the right choice.
"Well if there's any girl on campus who can wait that long, even with a rock hard bulging bladder, it's my bladder queen" Matt said with a big grin. He had a raging hard-on now underneath his swim trunks, which was not unnoticed by Zora, who was feeling pretty turned on herself.
"Besides" Zora added casually in a whisper, "I know from all your... enjoyment... of my desperation that you want to fuck me now, before I can piss a single drop... and so do I. My boiling load of pent up piss may be driving me out of my fucking mind in desperation, but it'll just have to wait until morning. There will be no peeing in a bucket or trashcan for me after sex or before bed. I'm in for a rough night Matt, and I want you to make it as rough on your queen and her very much unrelieved bladder as you can". With that Matt followed Zora as she began to hobble back to her dorm room, still unrelieved.
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That's the story, tell me what you think.
Also, if you're wondering why there's two different endings, I liked both of them so I decided to include both.
Edited November 23, 2017 by FullBladder85
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Thanks for all the feedback guys. Wedgeantilles & Yellow Rain, it's fine if you feel differently about which ending was better. That's part of why I decided to write two endings, I figured not everyone would be satisfied with either.
I was pondering if I should start a new thread for this or not, but I guess I'll post it here.
I don't think I mentioned it in my earlier posts here, but there's actually a bit of content I removed from this story. In between Part 4 and 5 I was originally going to include two short stories, of dreams that Zora & Kelly have overnight, fueled by their full bladders. I ended up cutting both the dreams out because 1) the story was already getting rather long, and 2) at the time the dreams still needed a lot of work in my opinion, I didn't want to hold up posting part #5 over them.
Below is the finished short story of Zora's dream, I haven't finished Kelly's dream yet so I can't post that one. Maybe I will someday.
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The Desperate Dream Intermission - Zora's Dream
Zora didn't wake up during the night, but she did dream. Most people with a full bladder have dreams where they need to pee really badly, and Zora was no exception.
Zora was sitting in the back of the college classroom, Matt was with her, but so was Kelly. Zora was desperate for a piss, she had been holding it in for several days now in her dream. She recalled how she had tried to use the toilet this morning, but another girl had beaten her to it. Zora could have just waited for the other girl to come out, but she didn't feel like waiting, and she needed to get to class soon. So Zora had decided to skip her morning piss and continue to hold it. Kelly and Matt were both much more relaxed. Zora knew that unlike her they had both taken a morning piss. Zora knew she should be paying attention to the teacher, but besides her bladder, she was distracted by her rivalry with Kelly.
Zora had met Kelly along her way to class, helping herself to a large 1 liter bottle of soda from a vending machine. "You ought to grab one of these yourself Zora" Kelly had suggested. "It's a 3 hour long class, and I know I always get thirsty during it". Kelly knew full well that Zora hadn't peed in several days and was quite desperate to pee by now, her 'suggestion' was practically a dare. Zora found herself wishing she had used the toilet this morning as she took Kelly's advice and grabbed a large bottle for herself.
Matt had smiled upon seeing Zora and Kelly both enter class, each drinking from a large 1 liter bottle of soda. Matt to knew full well that Zora was already desperate from not peeing in several days, but that didn't stop him from wanting her and Kelly to put on a show for him. "Hey ladies" whispered Matt, "I bet Zora can drink more of those 1 liter soda bottles than you can Kelly". Despite how much she already longed for a piss in her dream, Zora had agreed to the bet.
She and Kelly were soon chugging down bottle after bottle of soda in her dream, Matt seemed to have an endless supply of cold bottles in his backpack.
Zora knew she was going to rush off to the ladies room the second the class ended, she really needed it now. Whatever the reason Zora had put off visiting the toilet for several days, it couldn't be put off much longer. But class seemed to be stretching on and on endlessly, it felt like Zora had been sitting there for over 6 hours already, yet the end of class still seemed to be nowhere in sight.
All the many large bottles of soda Zora was drinking were making her already urgent need for a piss so much worse. "Looks like a certain someone really needs to take a potty break after several days of holding it in" Matt observed with a big grin as he watched Zora fidgeting around desperately in her seat.
"I'm sure this contest is a lot harder when you haven't been able to pee for several days" added Kelly. "Too bad you didn't get to take a piss this morning". Zora could have easily just stopped drinking and conceded the contest to Kelly, but even in her dreams that was unthinkable.
Zora was beginning to doubt if she could possibly hold her heavy load of pent up piss back a moment longer just as class finally ended. As Zora hurried out of her seat and ran towards the door she heard Matt and Kelly both urging her to come back. "Where do you think you're going Zora? The drinking contest isn't over yet" she heard them saying, but Zora ignored them both. Instead Zora made a beeline straight for the ladies room that she urgently needed.
But as Zora ran towards the ladies room in her dream, things weren't as they should be in real life. The doors to both the men's and ladies room led to the same unisex restroom. On one side of the restroom was a half dozen urinals that Zora couldn't possibly use. On the other side were a few sinks, and 3 separate bathroom stalls. Zora didn't care about the obvious differences from this bathroom versus the one she had been expecting as she hurried inside the nearest stall.
Upon entering the stall however Zora discovered there was a padlock on the toilet which prevented the lid from opening! Frantic now, and feeling on the verge of pissing herself, Zora tried to lift the lid and seat together so that she could hover over the toilet to pee, but both refused to budge! Even more frantic now, Zora hurried to the other two stalls, only to find they all had the same problem with the padlock preventing anyone from using them. Who would do such a nasty thing to all the ladies on campus Zora wondered!
"Looking for this are we?" asked the familiar voice of Kelly. Zora turned around and saw Kelly holding a key, Matt was with her to. "Since you haven't peed in several days I thought you might try to run off for a pee break during our drinking contest. So I locked all the non-urinals on campus just in case".
"Please give me the key!" Zora whined.
"Zora you know the rules to a drinking contest, pee breaks aren't allowed" Matt replied in a tone implying he was strongly disappointed in her. "Besides, you can handle a little bit of soda, you don't really need to pee yet".
"But I do!" Zora whined as she potty danced shamelessly before them. "I have to pee so bad you guys, I haven't been able to pee in several days! I need that key now!".
"Well that's a real shame then Zora" Kelly replied with an evil grin that contained no hint of mercy for Zora. "Because there needs to be a punishment for trying to break the rules and pee when you aren't allowed to. Me and Matt both agreed on that punishment. Since you tried to break the rules and pee, I get to have my own nice little piss in this urinal". Matt nodded in agreement.
With that Kelly began to unzip her jeans as she approached a urinal. "I'm sure it'll be more interesting for Matt if one of us girls can pee during the contest, and the other girl hasn't peed in several days. This will feel SO good after all that soda I had during class" Kelly said playfully.
"Please don't do that in front of me!" Zora whined. But then she heard another person urinating, and looked to her right, to see Matt pissing in a second urinal. The sound of water hitting the urinal soon doubled as Kelly joined him with her own piss.
The onslaught of two people pissing right next to her was too much for Zora. She felt herself starting to leak as she desperately tried to lift the locked toilet lid. This time it somehow opened without the key. Zora hurried to rip her jeans down to her knees and plop herself down on the toilet seat. It would feel so good to let loose her boiling load of pent up piss! But Zora's jeans refused to budge, her zipper was stuck! Zora frantically tried to get her zipper to open, then frantically tried to just rip her jeans down, but it was no use, they refused to budge. Piss was beginning to run down Zora's legs, Zora's boiling load of pent up piss refused to be held back any longer!
And then Zora mercifully woke up, squirming desperately, but still dry. |
Thanks for the comments guys. Melifcentfan & wedgentilles you two are the reason I decided I really ought to take a break on the story I was currently working on to finish Kelly's dream short story. I think I'm finally satisfied with it enough to post it, so here it is.
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The Desperate Dreams Intermission
Kelly's Dream:
Kelly meanwhile slept as soundly as a girl with a bladder as burstingly full as her's could manage. She didn't wake up during the night, but she also had a dream about needing to pee really badly brought on by her full bladder.
Kelly was in a large indoors gymnasium back at college, and the bleachers were packed with what looked like nearly everyone in the college. But the crowd wasn't there to watch a sports game, they were there to watch a beer drinking marathon contest between Kelly and her arch-rival Zora. Each round a large pile of bottles & cans of beer were placed before both women. The more rounds each woman had won, the more extra bottles of beer they had in their pile to drink in future rounds. Whenever Zora or Kelly won the round by drinking all their beer before their opponent they would win $100.
Unlike real life where her and Zora gotten a several hour break between the drinking contests, there was barely any break at all in between the beer contests in Kelly's dream. There were also no bathroom breaks whatsoever during the beer drinking marathon, unless the referee said otherwise. Kelly was getting very desperate for a bathroom break, the contest had been going on for three days already in her dream, and the referee hadn't given her or Zora a single bathroom break. Members of the audience were surely making bets on when Kelly and Zora would pee themselves from all the beer they had been drinking.
But the lack of a bathroom break and her desperate need to pee weren't what made the dream a nightmare for Kelly. It was that Zora had consistently been humiliating her by winning all the rounds of the beer drinking contests. Each time she won Zora would arrogantly ask to be given more extra beer to drink in all future rounds then the rules called for, "to keep things interesting", and "to really earn my $100 winnings". Zora looked at Kelly like a predator looks at its pray, and announced "I may have to drink triple beer you do in the next round Kelly, but I'm confident it won't hinder my ability to beat you yet again".
Her blood boiling now, Kelly told Zora "you'll regret that arrogance when I crush you woman".
"Oh maybe I'll regret it later" replied Zora in a mock boredom voice, "but only when all that extra beer I've volunteered to drink hits my iron bladder and makes me have to pee a lot worse. I won't lose to you in this beer drinking contest".
The referee soon brought out 4 massive jugs of beer, 1 for Kelly, and 3 for Zora, and told Zora and Kelly to start drinking. Kelly felt her bursting bladder getting more and more desperate as she drank. Kelly had worn loose fitting jeans, and comfortable sneakers to try to make things a bit easier on herself, even if she knew it wasn't the hottest outfit she had. But right now Kelly's outfit didn't seem to be helping her. Kelly's bladder was so bulged out with several days of drinking that even her loose jeans were squeezing down ruthlessly hard on her rock hard bladder bulge. Kelly couldn't help but squirm around desperately with one hand jammed into her pussy as she tried to drink the beer as quickly as possible.
But Zora's bladder must surely be in a much worse state from all the extra beer she's had the last few days Kelly found herself hoping as she drank. Unlike Kelly, Zora's outfit went for looking hot and sexy over being practical for the several day long holding contest they were having. Zora had tight skinny jeans on, which no doubt were getting even tighter as Zora's bladder filled up with loads of boiling hot piss. They had to be squeezing Zora's rock hard bladder bulge even more ruthlessly than Kelly's jeans were. Worse yet, Zora had gone for a pair of sexy 6 inch high heels for her footwear, with her bladder so full each step had to be torture on Zora in those things, what had she been thinking to wear them Kelly wondered.
Kelly glanced at Zora, and saw her squirming around in desperation, a fist jammed into her pussy, urgently needing to expel her bladder's heavy load of hot pent up piss. Kelly smiled for a brief moment at her arch rival suffering from her own arrogance catching up to her from all the extra beer she had drank the last few days. But Kelly knew she was also in trouble soon if she didn't get a bathroom break. She began squirming around even more urgently than Zora was. Kelly prayed she could release her boiling load of pent up piss soon.
Kelly finally finished drinking from her massive jug of beer, only to be shocked to realize that Zora had finished drinking from all 3 of her massive jugs of beer already. Kelly was pissed off yet again at losing, but she didn't have time to be angry when the referee started talking.
"Alright ladies listen up" said the referee. "This beer drinking marathon has been going on for several days now without either of you being offered a chance for a pee break. This is going to be your first chance to visit the ladies room and take a pee break in several days. Take it if you want, it's up to you. But be warned this is going to be your first and only chance for a pee break for at least the next week. So think long and hard if you really want to break the seal or not".
Kelly didn't need to be told twice, without even looking at Zora she bolted from the room and towards the ladies room. Regardless of the risks of breaking the seal coming back to haunt her later, Kelly simply had to pee now! For a moment Kelly thought sweet relief was in sight as she ran inside the ladies room, until she saw the state of the ladies room. There were only two stalls, both had urine all over their toilet seat and the floor from the last person, as if she had missed the toilet bowl entirely. Both stalls were also out of toilet paper. Disgusted, Kelly went to grab some paper towels, only to realize that there weren't any, there was only a hand dryer.
Before Kelly could decide what to do in her dream Zora joined her in the ladies room, while drinking from a modestly sized bottle of beer. Kelly felt an extra added pang of desperation at the sight of Zora's unnecessary drinking, and the thought of how much worse off Zora's bursting bladder must be with all the extra beer she had consumed. "Zora, someone made a disgusting mess peeing all over the place, and she used up all the toilet paper!" Kelly informed her as she fidgeted around like mad, desperately gripping her pussy for dear life.
Zora rolled her eyes as if that news were only a slight inconvenience to her. "Oh well then, I guess we won't be peeing during this break" shrugged Zora calmly, barely even squirming despite the much heavier load of pent up boiling piss sitting in her bladder. "It's no big deal for me, I was debating with myself not taking a pee break when they offered it anyway. I can wait for another pee break like a proper lady would when there's no sanitary toilets to use, even if it's going to be another long hard wait with a lot of drinking until we get a chance to pee again".
Kelly felt unnerved by her rival's sudden calm demeanor and confidence, Zora had been squirming around madly in desperation just like Kelly a minute ago. Surely this was a bluff Kelly thought, as her own bladder begged for relief that she had no way to give it, short of shamefully peeing on the floor. Zora had to be under a tremendous strain keeping her bursting bladder's dam shut, no matter how calmly she acted outwardly, just thinking about it made Kelly even more desperate. Maybe deep down Zora knew she couldn't beat Kelly's iron bladder, so she wanted to give herself a credible excuse for losing the battle of the iron bladders to Kelly that would make Zora look like the real winner. What better excuse for that then for Zora to not pee while Kelly did? That had to be it, of course Kelly desperately thought!. "Oh, well if you aren't going to take a pee break either I'll be fine with waiting to" Kelly said, calling Zora's bluff.
Kelly's arch rival practically laughed right in her face. "I see right through you Kelly, you can't hold it much longer. You're bursting to release several days worth of pent up boiling piss, just like me, but thanks to the filthy state of the ladies room you can't. Worse yet, you know that even though I've had a lot more beer then you I can still hold it for a while longer, unlike you" she said.
Kelly felt herself getting more desperate by the second as she watched Zora take a long gulp from her beer bottle. It was like the more Zora tortured herself and filled her bladder the more desperate Kelly got in this dream.
"Go ahead, drop your jeans and piss on the floor like a dog would, rather than a bladder queen" Zora laughed. "That's the only way it looks like you're getting a pee break in here Kelly. I'll even watch while continuing to hold my own boiling flood of pent up piss back, which is bursting to come out of my pussy right now. Is that enough of a handicap on me for you to make this competition interesting?".
That taunting got Kelly's blood boiling. She would make Zora pay dearly for her arrogance. Kelly tried to make her way out of the ladies room, but each step was agony on her unrelieved bladder, increasing her desperate need tenfold. Zora moved rapidly in her 6 inch high heels to block the door.
"Are you sure you really want to make that mistake?" Zora asked as she waved her half empty bottle of beer in front of her, the beer sloshing around just like the urine in Kelly's bursting bladder. The reminder of all the beer she had drank sent renewed jolts of desperation through her whole body. "A pee would feel really good right now, with all that beer sloshing around in both our poor bladders, wouldn't it Kelly? It's not easy to hold it in these tight skinny jeans and uncomfortable 6 inch high heels. I really have to pee bad right now, I don't know if I'd be able to resist the urge and hold it any longer if you started to pee in front of me Kelly".
Kelly wanted to bravely turn the sink's faucet on full force to watch Zora piss her arrogant self from the sight of running water, just so that she could retort "I guess you couldn't resist the urge any longer, even without me peeing a drop". It would be such a satisfying way to show the arrogant woman who the real bladder queen was. But she couldn't. The agony of Kelly's bursting bladder finally became too much for her just as Zora predicted. Kelly began to piss her jeans in the ladies room, right in front of Zora.
"Well that'll sure be embarrassing" laughed dream Zora, "I told you to pee on the floor, not in your jeans. Just wait until the crowd sees you pissed yourself during the break". Kelly tried to regain control, but it was no use, the pee began to gush out of her even faster. Zora had to step back to avoid standing in Kelly's growing puddle of urine. "By the way, you heard the referee, this is my only chance to pee for at least another week. I'm already dying to pee right now, but unlike you I'm still going to keep holding it and skip my pee break, just to prove how weak your pathetic bladder is" Zora added with snark.
Before Kelly's nightmare could continue any longer, Kelly woke up frantically desperate, but somehow still dry. |
I thought I'd try writing this cause I'm free today and then it's back to being too busy to write some serious fetish stuff. I can at least take comfort in the fact that stories don't have to be super high quality for people to be satisfied with them here. I hope you enjoy.
This is a crossover of Pokemon, Digimon, Dragon Ball Z, and Yu-Gi-Oh, featuring the anime girls I want to see omorashi with the most.
Four Desperate Anime Girls
On a hot summer day, four girls got together to go on a roadtrip to a city that was five hours away.
Misty, who was going to see a Water Pokemon show that was going on there, was wearing her usual yellow midriff tank top and jean shorts.
Kari, who was going to the amusement park that was open at the city at this time, was wearing a white and pink tank top and skintight yellow shorts about a quarter of the way to her knees. (This is the Adventure 02 Kari) She would have liked to bring Gatomon, but Gatomon had been invited to a party in the digital world so they had gone their separate ways for now.
Videl, who was going to fight in a martial arts tournament, was wearing a white tank top with a pink T-shirt underneath, and black compression shorts halfway to her knees. (We'll say her hair is longer despite wearing her post-haircut outfit)
Serenity, who was visiting her friend Tristan Taylor, was wearing a pink and yellow T-shirt and jean shorts. (Battle City outfit)
Here, Videl, Kari, and Serenity lived in the same city and went to the same high school, and were friends early in. Misty traveled to the city after her return to Cerulean City, where she met the other three girls in a restaurant, and immediately began fangirling over Kari and Videl, for the former's Digimon battles after saving the world from Myotismon, and the latter's tournament battles. Serenity in turn had enjoyed watching Misty compete in a Water Pokemon tournament. After a conversation, Misty had three new companions.
They were all very excited to get to the big events tomorrow (today, in Serenity's case). As soon as they got into the car, with Videl driving, Misty in the front seat, and Kari and Serenity in the back, they started to sweat profusely, for it was very hot in the car, which had been in the summer sun for hours.
So, before leaving the city they were currently in, they stopped at a convenience store and each got two large slushies, and a pack of water bottles. Videl paid for them, being very rich as the daughter of Mr. Satan, the world champion.
When they got back into their car, it was still very hot. Knowing it would take a while for the air conditioner to take effect, they each drank two bottles of water, except Videl, who drank three.
By the time they were out of the city, the car had cooled down. Ten minutes later, the sweat had evaporated off them.
"I can't wait to see what kind of Water Pokemon there'll be," said Misty. "Vaporeon... Seel... Horsea... Tentacruel..."
"I haven't been to this amusement park in years," said Kari. "I wonder what rides they'll have this year?"
"I hope some fighters at the tournament will at least be a challenge," said Videl.
"It'll be nice to see Tristan again," said Serenity.
An hour into the drive, all four girls needed to pee. They had each had a light breakfast, and drank quite a lot.
"Can we stop at the next gas station?" said Misty. "I have to go to the bathroom!"
"Me too," said Videl. She quickly looked in the rear view mirror, and Kari and Serenity's looks of discomfort and fidgeting slightly told her they needed to go too.
Misty sometimes wet herself when she saw a Bug Pokemon on her travels with Ash and Brock. It was bad enough having an accident in front of them, but they all got used to it, and she'd prefer not to embarrass herself in front of Videl, Kari, and Serenity.
Kari had only wet herself once that she could remember, when she was being sucked into the Ocean of Darkness before Yolei had slapped her out of it. She hadn't had time to feel embarrassed until after the battle had been won, and Gatomon and Silphymon's DNA Digivolution had somehow dried her off before anyone else but Yolei could find out.
Serenity had also only wet herself once, when Tristan had been defeated by Nezbitt in the virtual world. This had carried over to her body in the real world, but her shorts had only been damp by the time they escaped the explosion of the virtual world.
Videl, on the other hand, often ended up peeing herself when fighting crime. Because her shorts were black, no one ever noticed. It would be harder to hide if she peed all over the seat here, especially since the lower part of her shirt would get wet too while sitting down.
After twenty uncomfortable minutes, they got stuck behind some slow-moving trucks side by side, going about 30 miles per hour.
With each minute, the girls felt the pressure in their bladders increase, and crossed their legs. Videl still having to keep her foot on the gas and brake pedals.
"This is ridiculous!" said Videl, honking her horn. "Move your ass! Some of us have to go REAL bad!"
A hand reached out of the window of the trunk directly in front of them, flipping her off. Videl banged her fists against the wheel, then crossed her legs tighter. After all, she had more to drink than the others.
An hour of fidgeting later, one of the trucks turned off the road, allowing Videl to speed up to the speed limit past the other truck.
Misty was very nervous. She really needed to go, and she didn't have the strongest bladder because she'd usually pee in the water back at Cerulean City, and had a history of wetting herself at the sight of a bug.
"When are we gonna get to the nearest gas station?" said Serenity, crossing her legs and fidgeting harder. She wasn't sure she could hold it much longer.
"Hopefully soon," said Videl. She couldn't afford for it not to be. They had just gone an hour on a stretch of road that should have been under twenty minutes. So, they had just over four hours before they reached their destination.
Kari whimpered as she felt her need to pee increase.
They crossed their legs and fidgeted for another twenty minutes before they finally reached a gas station. Already feeling a bit better, they quickly parked and rushed out of the car for the bathroom. They each raced to get to the bathroom in time, with Videl in the lead, Misty second, Kari third, Serenity fourth. Serenity hoped she could hold it for as long as it took the others to go.
Until they saw the dreaded Out of Order sign on the girls' bathroom, much to their dismay. So they ran back to the car and hit the road again.
"I really don't think I can hold it until the next gas station," said Kari.
"I have to pee SO bad!" said Misty, holding herself and fidgeting harder.
"We all do," said Videl. "But we'll have to hold it until the next gas station."
"The next gas station's an hour away," said Serenity. "I really don't think I can make it."
"Try to hold it as long as you can," said Videl. "I have to pee as badly as you. And none of us brought a change of clothes so if any of us have an accident we'll have to stay in our wet shorts for the rest of the trip."
Kari and Serenity whimpered, feeling more desperate at these words.
Forty minutes went by, and Videl, Misty, Serenity, and Kari became more desperate. They could feel their bladders slowly filling up by the minute, the pressure becoming more intense. They were more desperate than they had ever been in their lives, for every time they had wet themselves had been out of stress or fear. Although it wouldn't be their first time, none of the other girls knew each had wet herself already, and wanted to keep it that way.
It was hard for Videl because she drank an extra water bottle and had to keep focusing on driving, but she could hold it longer when she wasn't feeling any stress from anything other than having to hold it. She kept both hands on the steering wheel, but Misty, Serenity, and Kari were holding themselves. All four were squirming.
And then, the worst possible thing happened. They hit a traffic jam that went on for as far as the eye could see.
"NO! Not now!" Videl banged her fists on the steering wheel again, denting it slightly. She crossed her legs and fidgeted more.
It had been only twenty minutes until the next gas station, and Misty thought if she held it this long she might be able to make it. But now she knew it would be a lot longer, and she REALLY didn't think she could hold it this long. She whimpered as a small spurt escaped into her red panties.
Kari and Serenity were more uncomfortable too, fidgeting harder than ever.
Every five minutes, the cars moved slightly. But they were making no progress any time soon.
Twenty minutes into the traffic jam, Misty leaked again, dampening the front of her shorts. "I can't take it anymore. I'm just gonna go pee outside."
"There's no trees or bushes," said Videl, who was a little jealous because as the driver she couldn't do so. "Everyone will be able to see you."
"I don't care," said Misty. "And I'll turn around so all they can see is my butt." She paused at the thought, which was almost just as uncomfortable, but a five-second leak convinced her it would be less embarrassing than wetting herself all the way.
She had just unbuckled her seat belt and had turned toward the door to open it when a Weedle climbed onto the window.
Misty screamed at the top of her lungs, her shorts getting wetter by the second. Videl, Kari, and Serenity were startled, Kari and Serenity leaking a little. The Weedle was also startled, falling off the window and scurrying away.
"What was that about?" said Videl. "You almost made me..." She paused at the hissing sound coming from Misty and the sight of her peeing herself.
Misty's eyes were shut tight in fear. She opened them and looked to the window. The Weedle was gone. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then noticed that her shorts were soaked, and she was still peeing. She tried to stop, but she couldn't. She blushed and hung her head. "I... I just couldn't hold it... there was a bug on the window and I..."
Videl was not happy that Misty peed all over the front seat of her car. Now her car would smell like pee until she could get it somewhere to get the smell out. Or maybe wish it away with the Dragon Balls. Oh, if she had them now she'd wish for a bathroom at the side of the road, or for the traffic jam to clear up.
But, she knew Misty must be really ashamed of having an accident in her car in front of her and the other girls, so the last thing she needed was for Videl to give her a hard time.
"Don't feel bad," said Videl. "You held it as long as you could." Another jolt from her bladder, and Videl crossed her legs.
Misty felt a little better, but was still embarrassed as she finished peeing. At least she didn't have to go anymore.
Kari and Serenity felt bad for her, but the sound of her peeing made them feel like they had to pee even more.
25 minutes went by. Videl, Kari, and Serenity fidgeted harder, while Misty sat in her wet shorts.
Kari and Serenity leaked a few times, and so did Videl near the end of it. They fidgeted harder, their bladders throbbing harder than ever.
Finally, after a total of 45 minutes of traffic jam they started moving again. They saw a lane was blocked off, but nothing was going on there. Someone had blocked off the lane for no reason and someone thought it would be funny to go slow through the open lane, thus slowing everyone else down.
"Was someone TRYING to make people have an accident in the car?" said Videl.
"It worked," said Misty, blushing lightly but feeling a little better.
Far ahead, Weevil said "How many people do you think wet their pants because of our trick?"
"Hopefully a lot," said Rex. They gave each other a high five.
Back in Videl's car...
"If I can just hold on until we get to the gas station..." said Kari, fidgeting harder, her shorts damp.
Serenity just nodded her head, her shorts slightly wetter than Kari's from leaking a little more.
"Now that we're moving again, I'm going as fast as I can!" said Videl, going the speed limit exactly, not wanting to go over because if she was pulled over it would increase her chance of wetting herself. Her shorts were slightly damp from her leak.
After fifteen minutes, they reached the gas station.
"I'll stay here," said Misty. She no longer needed to go, and didn't want anyone in the gas station to see her pee-soaked shorts.
Serenity was the first out. Videl and Kari needed to go really badly but Serenity felt like she was about to burst.
To her dismay, she saw a big line for the bathroom. No doubt all of them had been in the traffic jam and had been holding it in almost as long as her.
"No..." said Serenity. She had been this close to relief and now she had to wait longer for it.
At this revelation, her bladder just gave up and released itself into Serenity's shorts. Serenity blushed as her jean shorts quite noticeably grew wetter and wetter, and rivers of pee poured down her legs and formed a puddle at her feet.
Usagi (Sailor Moon) was right in front of her. She took one look, and put a hand on her crotch, but her skintight pink shorts darkened and a puddle grew at her feet as well. She started crying loud, which diverted any attention away from Serenity.
Videl and Kari saw Serenity peeing. Videl took her hand, holding herself with her other hand, and walked away, Serenity leaving a trail of urine behind her as she continued to wet her shorts.
"Aren't we gonna use this bathroom?" said Kari, leaking a little more at the sight of Serenity's accident.
"It'll take longer for this line to end than it'll take for us to get to the next gas station," said Videl.
Serenity knew the next gas station was an hour away, and the line would probably be shorter than that, but she couldn't think of anything else right now, too ashamed of peeing herself.
She was still peeing when they reached the car. Videl and Kari got back into the car and crossed their legs, patiently waiting for Serenity to finish so she didn't pee on the seat. Although, there were no towels, so the seat where Serenity sat would get damp, but not soaked like Misty's seat was. Besides, Serenity was peeing standing up so not as much of her butt would get wet.
Once Serenity was done peeing, she got into the car, still blushing, and Videl took off as quickly as she could.
"Out of order again?" said Misty, now feeling more bad for Serenity than she was about her own accident.
"There was a big lineup from the traffic jam, and I couldn't hold it any longer. I feel so ashamed."
"Don't feel bad, you held it as long as you could, and anyone else in your position could have done the same."
Serenity started to feel a little better, remembering now that she wasn't the only one who had an accident in the gas station, and that Usagi had been the center of attention. She did feel bad for her, but she also felt less ashamed now. The crotch and lower butt of her shorts were soaked, her pink panties were drenched, and her legs glistened with pee.
They continued the trip. Videl and Kari were fidgeting harder than ever, both crossing their legs, and Kari holding herself with both hands. Videl was leaking every ten minutes, but Kari was leaking every minute, the damp spot on her shorts growing bigger.
"How much farther until the gas station?" said Kari twenty minutes into this next part of the drive.
Serenity, who was still a little embarrassed but had gotten over the shock of her accident, said "Forty minutes."
Kari leaked for four seconds. "I can't hold it that long! I'm gonna wet my pants!"
"You're not the only one," said Videl, crossing her legs tighter.
Five minutes later, Kari said "I can't... I'm going to... it's coming out!"
*psssssssssss*
Kari started to pee full force. The crotch of her skintight shorts became soaked, and in seconds the wetness was soaking her butt, and drenching the seat she was sitting on. Never mind the state of her pink panties.
She blushed beet red and started to tear up slightly as she continued to wet her shorts for the second time.
Because her shorts were yellow, it was hard to visibly tell that she had wet herself once she was done. But while she was peeing, it was easy for Serenity to see this, as well as hear it. Smell wasn't a factor because she and Misty had already had an accident and the inside of the car already smelled like pee. Serenity put her hand on Kari's back.
"It's all right, Kari. You held it as long as you could. We just had so much going against us, we couldn't help it. It has been about five hours." Really more like four hours and forty-five minutes.
"It's amazing you could hold it so long," said Misty.
Kari started to feel better and just enjoyed the relief, however embarrassing, as she flooded her shorts and felt her very full bladder empty rapidly. She stopped trying to hold it in and let it flow, not that she could stop or even slow it down anyway.
Videl could hear Kari peeing and her sigh of relief, and it made her leak for five seconds. "I can understand you couldn't help it, but can you at LEAST try to pee quietly over there? I still REALLY need to go!"
"Sorry," said Kari, still peeing. "I forgot. But, if you don't make it, don't feel too ashamed."
"Yeah," said Misty. "At least you held it longer than the rest of us!"
Videl was crossing her legs, fidgeting, and holding herself with one hand while driving with the other, feeling waves of pee sloshing inside her. "I'll try, but I'll try to hold it in first!"
"For another half hour?" said Serenity. "That's how far the gas station is."
Kari finished peeing. It felt wonderful to let go after holding it for so long, she hardly felt ashamed anymore.
Fifteen minutes later, it was now five hours into the drive. Videl REALLY needed to go, she was about to burst. She was fidgeting harder than ever, crossing her legs really tight, holding herself with one hand, and dribbling. She had still avoided a full-blown accident but her shorts were getting damper and damper, and her white panties were soaked.
It had been an hour and twenty minutes since Misty's accident, and she needed to pee again, all the pee left over from the first time having caught up to her. Her shorts and the seat were already wet so she unabashedly let it all out where she sat.
Of course, what she forgot was that she was sitting right next to Videl, who was in desperate need of a bathroom and could easily hear the sound of her peeing.
"Really?" said Videl. "You had to pee AGAIN, and you couldn't hold it for another twenty..." She let out a squeal as she leaked for six seconds, and then for seven seconds. When the next leak began, Videl knew she was beyond the point of no return, so she stopped holding and peed like a race horse, uncrossing her legs while keeping her foot on the gas pedal, and moving her pee-soaked left hand onto the steering wheel.
"Ahhhhhhh," Videl sighed, blushing lightly but greatly enjoying the relief after holding it in for five hours.
When Misty stopped re-wetting her shorts, she paused as the sound of peeing continued, looked over at Videl, and blushed. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you lose it..."
"It's all right," said Videl. "I probably wouldn't have been able to hold it anyway." She laughed as the warm wetness soaked the crotch and butt of her shorts, as well as the lower sections of her white shirt, and the driver's seat. She had to admit, the warm release did feel very good. At least this time she wasn't in the middle of a fight with criminals.
Serenity was feeling a slight urge to pee at this point, similar to Misty. "Um... If it's all right, can we still stop at the gas station? I need to pee again, and I don't want to damage this seat any further."
"You can go in your shorts again," said Videl, still peeing. "I don't mind."
"I'd really prefer not to."
"Then we'll stop."
Videl peed for two minutes before she was done. The relief felt so wonderful she didn't even care that she had just wet her shorts all the way. Besides, it wasn't the first time, even though it was the first time someone else noticed. But, as Misty had pointed out, she had held it in the longest.
Eighteen minutes later, they reached the gas station. Serenity didn't have to go that badly but she walked into the gas station, blushing when someone noticed her wet shorts.
She was able to use the bathroom without any trouble, and got back into the car.
"How did it go?" said Kari.
"The bathroom was working and it was empty," said Serenity.
"Oh, sure, NOW there's no obstacles once all four of us have wet our pants," said Misty.
There was one hour left in the drive. Half an hour into the drive, Kari peed a second time, and she and Serenity giggled a bit. Ten minutes later, Videl peed again, without shame. After all, her shorts and seat couldn't possibly get any wetter.
Finally they reached the hotel they were staying at. As they got their hotel room, they felt a little embarrassed at everyone in the lobby being able to see their pee-soaked shorts.
"Do you still feel up for going to see Tristan?" said Kari to Serenity once they were in their room.
"Tristan's seen me wet myself once before. He doesn't mind."
"At least your shorts aren't quite as wet as ours," said Videl, and all four girls laughed.
Videl gave Serenity a ride to Tristan's house, where she explained what had happened, and Tristan understood, actually seeming to like that Serenity had wet herself, and that she didn't feel too ashamed of it now.
While the other three girls hung out in their hotel room, realizing they hadn't even brought any pajamas to change into, Tristan ordered takeout for him and Serenity. A few hours later, Serenity needed to pee, and Tristan tickled her until she wet herself again. Serenity didn't mind, she thought it was funny and her shorts were already wet so it didn't make a huge difference.
...
Next morning, their shorts had dried, though they still smelled like pee.
Misty saw the Water Pokemon show which had all her favorite Water Pokemon in it. Kari had a lot of fun at the amusement park, with all her favorite rides, Serenity had dinner at a nice restaurant with Tristan, and Videl won the tournament, though it was noticeable that the lower part of her shirt was stained yellow, the audience loved her too much to care.
All of them thought it was worth the wet drive there.
...
The day after, Videl, Misty, and Kari picked up Serenity, each sitting in their usual spots. In the summer heat the seats had dried but the car still smelled like pee.
They each drank two big slushies, a coffee, and three bottles of water before the car cooled down.
An hour into the drive, they needed to pee, and twenty minutes later, got stuck behind slow trucks again.
"Not again!" said all four girls. They each looked sideways at each other, and then peed where they sat.
They didn't stop anywhere for the rest of the trip, and drank water bottles freely. They each peed three more times before they got home, not caring how saturated their shorts and seats got.
Edited November 25, 2017 by The Dark Wolf
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A/N: wrote this one a while back, italics got a little messed up cos I'm posting on mobile, but I hope it still reads alright. Friendly reminder that if you enjoyed this, I am open for commissions!
He’s not sure how they ended up in this situation. In fact, whenever Izuku really tries to think about it, he can’t remember anything before now, but for whatever reason, he doesn’t worry about that and just writes it off as him being caught up in the excitement of the moment. He and Katsuki are fighting side by side, and for once, it seems that they’re able to put their differences aside. His other classmates are around here somewhere, he thinks, but right now, it’s just him and Katsuki, fighting these villains that he doesn’t recognize, that he can’t pick out anything distinguishing about.
The fight isn’t really tough as much as it is tedious, and it seems that every time he or Katsuki manages to defeat someone, someone else comes close, blocking them in again and leaving them no openings to get to the rest of the group. Even so, this can’t go on forever, and neither of them have sustained much damage, so Izuku would be feeling pretty good about this, in most cases. In most cases, but today...today there is something distracting him, something that makes him really, reallywant to get this over with quickly.
The throbbing in his bladder is another thing that he’s not quite sure when it started, but he knows that it can’t be good. It’s been a long time since he’s needed to go this badly, and it’s never happened in the middle of something so important before. Perhaps they were caught off guard, or perhaps he was just careless, but either way, he doesn’t remember, and he knows that it doesn’t matter now. What matters is that he gets through this quickly, before it begins to impair him, before Katsuki catches on.
The last thing he needs is the other boy teasing him about being weak over something like this, and he’s sure that that’s what’s going to happen. With that in mind, he pushes it far from his thoughts, focusing solely on blasting his way through these enemies, praying that they will slow to a stop, or that help will come, eventually. However, it becomes harder to ignore as time goes on, and it isn’t long before he thinks that if he ignores it completely, he’ll risk wetting himself, risk losing control and not having a chance to regain it.
I really don’t want Kacchan to see me like that, he thinks, and he can just imagine all sorts of ways his childhood friend could mock him for something so humiliating. Of all the people in the world who could see him do that, Katsuki has to be in the top three of the worst, though he can’t quite figure out a ranking. Maybe he would be the worst, because he’d be so merciless, or because…
But there really isn’t any time to waste thinking about that, not when he has to worry about fighting and keeping his throbbing bladder in check. That’s a bit easier to push out of his mind, since he has a fair amount of practice, when it comes to ignoring that, and he puts everything he can into fighting- or, everything he spare, as he’s still fighting his own battle.
He doesn’t have a good fighting stance that allows him to squeeze his thighs together, so even though he’s absolutely bursting, he has to keep his feet planted apart and can only use internal muscles to try to hold back the flood, so to speak. When he can afford to bite his lip, he does, and sometimes when he forms a fist, he digs his nails just a little too deep into the palm of his hand, doing anything to distract himself from the pain in his lower stomach.
“You getting tired, Deku?” Katsuki suddenly asks him.
“H-huh? What do you mean?” he asks, thrown by the question. “I feel great!”
“I dunno, you seem pretty distracted over there. Are you already giving up?” he taunts. “Is the worthless Deku gonna leave all the bad guys to me?”
Even though Izuku knows this is just the regular teasing, that he doesn’t know about the real predicament, he is still mortified, as if Katsuki can see right through him. Squirming as he braces himself for his next attack, he mumbles, “That’s not it at all…”
“Wait, is there seriously something wrong?” There is still a look of determined concentration on Katsuki’s face, as he blasts bad guys away, but there is something in his eyes, if Izuku looks long enough. It’s almost as if he’s genuinely concerned. “Don’t you dare overwork yourself!”
Does Katsuki really care? Izuku doesn’t know what to make of things, but he’s starting to see an opening so he throws himself into the fight, punching his way through villain after villain. “It’s nothing, Kacchan!”
With one final explosion, Katsuki clears the path they need, but it seems as though there’s nobody else around. He steps closer, with a soft look on his face that Izuku has never seen before. “Don’t expect me to say this again,” he mutters, “but I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“K-Kacchan?” Is this really happening? Izuku’s bladder throbs to remind him that he’s got more important things to worry about, but it’s hard to think about any of that with Katsuki so close. Though he tries to keep those feelings out of his mind, it’s hard to ignore them like this.
“Stupid Deku,” Katsuki says softly, and he moves in closer and closer, like he’s really going to kiss him, and Izuku isn’t sure if he should panic or not, and then Katsuki’s lips are on his, when suddenly-
Suddenly, Katsuki is ripped away from him, and standing in his place is another villain, bigger and scarier, holding Katsuki back with one arm and braced to attack Izuku with the other, and he isn’t sure if he can react, if he can counter, and his legs are shaking, and there is a wet warmth, a burst of liquid soaking through his costume, and all he can think is, Not now, not in front of Kacchan!
Except everything feels kind of weird, and he’s laying down now, but he doesn’t remember being pushed, nor does he think the floor should feel this soft, and then his eyes fly open and he’s laying in his bed, completely safe. He’s completely safe, and none of that was real. The villains attacking him and Katsuki were a dream, and Katsuki kissing him...he blushes, touching a finger to his lips, because it felt so real, but it wasn’t. But when he shifts in his bed and feels how absolutely soaked the area around him is, he knows that one part of the dream was real.
Now he is truly mortified. He hasn’t wet the bed since he was a little kid, and he isn’t sure what brought this on. Sighing, he gets up slowly, knowing that he has to clean this all up, and as quickly as possible. There won’t be any way to completely keep it from his mom, but with any luck, she won’t say anything.
At the very least, cleanup temporarily distracts him from the fact that he dreamed about being kissed by Katsuki, and he liked it very much. |
Hi. It's been a while hasn't it?
Here's a thing I've been working for a couple months. I might come back to it. Or it'll end up like all my other projects, waiting for the next segment. Either way, I hope you enjoy what's been written thus far.
So without further ado:
... I can't seem to do my normal table of contents since the posts now merge for a reason I cannot fathom. Sorry about that. All my chapters are posted here as one long, long post.
As always, I appreciate comments/reviews/etc. I apologize if there are misspellings and other grammatical errors that I missed. Does writing in notepad preserve the formatting when it gets copied over? I don't quite like the way word documents are handled.
Chapter I: TLDR
So it wasn’t a dream. Elysia remembered the feeling of something coursing through her body, like there were insects running around under her skin. She remembered watching as the pitcher she had been reaching for suddenly jumped off the table at the party and shattered, its contents whirling in the air. She remembered the horror welling in her heart as she realized she was one of them. One of the people who disappeared off the streets without a trace. The people who bring doom.
What did her father think? The famed inventor Logan Wrynn’s only child, a demon. Not like the horned ones from Hell with the spaded tails. That’s just what society called those who exhibited the powers of the void. And she was one of them. He was probably worried sick about her. He wouldn’t care about the abuse he would get from society, the sideways looks, the whispers that followed him. He only cared about one thing, his creations. That’s just the way he was. And Elysia was one of them.
Elysia sat up groaning. Her head felt fuzzy. Not her hair, that was the texture of a feather and dark copper, but like there was a sort of static that prevented her from focusing. As the static faded, Elysia realized two things. One, she was on a wooden bed with leather straps obviously meant to bind limbs. Second, she was only dressed in her white undergarments. Blushing furiously, Elysia clutched the coarse, lumpy blanket that had fallen to her lap when she sat up to her chest. But as her peridot colored eyes scanned the room dimly lit by sputtering bulbs, there was not a single other soul.
Wooden cabinets, other beds, and desks filled the room. Bronze colored metal instruments and worn books covered every surface. The familiar smell of parchment was oddly comforting. Looking to her right, Elysia noticed that the clothes she had been wearing that night were laid out on the desk next to her bed. Her favorite black leather boots and matching gloves, the purple dress with silver cloth belt, the long hooded cloak, even the pair of goggles her father just recently gave her for her thirteenth birthday, they were all there.
With a glance around the room to reassure herself that she was alone, Elysia reached towards the clothes and felt something rub against her neck. The hand reaching towards her clothes changed direction towards her neck and she felt something metallic. Looking down, Elysia froze as she realized she was wearing a collar. Clear tubing with arcs of pulsing blue energy surrounded her neck. She didn’t remember it being put on or what it was for. And that worried her more than anything.
But worry wouldn’t help her. Elysia quickly changed into her clothes. She tread softly through the room. It appeared to be some sort of laboratory. Vials containing things she had never seen before lay corked among the various forms, notebooks, and medical journals spread across the desks. She grabbed a large knife that happened to be lying on one of the desks, evidently used to carve chunks out of a block of who knows what, and tucked it into one of the inner pockets of her cloak, replacing the knife that was no longer there. Whoever had undressed her was nice enough to give her back her clothes, but none of the things she usually carried with her. Her pocket watch, mirror, comb, notebook, and purse, were all missing.
The notebook she could replace easily enough. Elysia grabbed a mostly empty one off the desk and ripped out the pages that had already been written on. She also snatched a pen and tucked both in their usual pockets. Feeling a little more secure, Elysia adjusted her goggles which were lying on her collar like a necklace and went looking for the exit. And a restroom.
One of those was easy enough to find. A small set of stairs led up to a landing where a man in flamboyant green robes was reading a book at a pedestal. Despite Elysia’s light tread, he looked up immediately as she approached.
“Ah, the last sleeper wakes.” The man spoke conversationally. “You were out much longer than expected.”
“How long have I been asleep?”
“Two hours or so. Most people wake up after only fifteen minutes.” He leveled his gaze at her , but Elysia didn’t flinch. From a young age she had grown used to being closely inspected by her father’s visitors and acquaintances. The man’s mouth crinkled in a slight frown.
“Do you mind if I ask a few questions?”
The man nodded. “You want to know what the collar is for.”
“Among other things.” Elysia stood with both legs pressed together.
“Unleash your power.” She shook her head. The man’s frown deepened. “Go on, I promise I won’t do anything.” Elysia jutted out her chin. Until she knew more about her powers and how to control them, she was loathe to use them lest something horrible occur.
The frown on the man’s face changed to slight surprise. “Maybe I didn’t have to collar you. That collar suppresses your void powers so you don’t go around destroying everything.”
“Useful.” Elysia ran a hand along its metal rim. “I only have three questions. Where am I? Why am I here? Who are you?”
“You certainly don’t beat around the bush,” commented the man, clearly amused. “You are in the TLDR. You are here because you are a demon. I am Administrator Hall. But you can just call me Monty.”
“The TLDR? The Trans-Locative-Dynamic-Resonator?”
Monty’s eyebrows raised. “You know what this place is?”
“My father helped build it.” But I’ve never been inside. Elysia had only ever seen the place from the outside, a sprawling circular wood and bronze building surrounding the mouth of the Val Crater. Despite its construction only two decades ago, it already looked positively ancient compared to the glass and steel structures of the city. “I thought only pilgrims came here.”
People left the planet all the time, seeking a fresh start on a world elsewhere or perhaps fleeing something aboard the enormous colony ships that traversed the vast expanses of space between the stars. A very tiny number of wealthy individuals used the TLDR to instantly travel. For now, the TLDR was the only one of its kind although more were currently under construction, or in the planning stage.
“Oh, so that’s what happens to demons.”
“We send them off planet,”confirmed Monty. “It’s too dangerous for you lot to stick around here. Puts everyone at risk.”
“But why all the secrecy? And why not let them stick around as long as they promise to where a collar?”
“Too expensive. Each collar lasts only twelve hours and is worth a tremendous amount of money. It’s barely manageable to even afford to use it to prevent demons from using their powers until they’re shipped off world. Speaking of which,” Monty closed the book on the pedestal and pressed a palm against its cover, “it’s time for you to choose where you’re going.”
“You mean I get to choose which remote research facility I get to be a lab rat at?” asked Elysia dryly.
Monty grimaced. “We’re not inhumane. You don’t necessarily have to be a ‘lab rat’ as you put it. There are other options.”
“You mean like doing grunt work?”
“I mean like that Jurassic Park remake where they created a planet full of dinosaurs and set a bunch of contestants loose to see who could survive the longest.”
Elysia gulped. She realized her left leg was rocking forward and back and stopped it. It was only with great effort that she kept herself from squirming. “Could you tell me where the restroom is?”
Monty blinked and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I think there are some over yonder,” he gestured vaguely in a direction. “But you aren’t allowed in that part of the building. That’s outside of the staging area.”
“Great.” Elysia’s boots pointed toward each other as she squeezed her legs together tighter. “Are there some that I can use?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Then let’s get this over with quickly.”
Monty nodded. He did something with the hand pressed against the cover of the book and three golden circles appeared above it, following each other in a small orbit. “Each of these coins represents a place you can potentially be sent. Behind one is the research facility. Behind one is a life as a manual laborer. Behind one is the chance to join of those game show worlds that are in vogue. You can always choose to be a research subject or manual laborer, but you’re going to have to gamble for the third one. Keep in mind, you do get to choose which of the open game worlds you join.”
“I’m going to gamble. How does that work exactly?”
“It’s simple. Choose one of the coins. Then, I’ll reveal the coin for being a research subject or the manual laborer from among the coins you didn’t pick. Finally you’ll have the option to switch or stay and that will be where you end up.”
“So I’m playing the lottery. Got it.” Elysia pointed to one of the coins. The one leading it flipped over, revealing what appeared to be a waiting room. Clearly it was the coin for the research laboratory. That meant she could be manual laborer or join a game world, and she infinitely preferred the latter.
“Stay or switch?” asked Monty neutrally.
“Switch.” No hesitation. Monty raised an eyebrow. “Is that you final answer?”
“Yes.” Elysia stepped ever so slightly from foot to foot, her hands clenching and unclenching. She breathed out a sigh of relief as the coin flipped over to reveal a giant question mark and Monty announced she had her choice of game world. She followed him to another room filled with colorful posters.
“Pick one, any one. That’s where you’ll be sent.”
Elysia’s heart fell as she started looking through the posters. A lot of them were devoted to porn or had game where she would probably die immediately or would rather throw up than suffer the embarrassment of appearing in them. Elysia paced from one poster to the next. Her bladder demanded she make a decision as fast as possible, but it was also a decision she couldn’t afford to rush.
Finally, her eyes alighted on a world that seemed promising. Different shots of the world showed all types of terrain and as she read the caption, Elysia was stunned. Even if the Extra Galactic Group was by far the largest and most powerful entertainment organization, this really showed just how much money they had to burn.
Each contestant would play as a hero, competing against each other to see who could defeat the most monsters and bosses. But, of course, she didn’t have the chance to be a hero. She could only be a boss. Elysia pondered whether she could get away with hiding herself away somewhere. It certainly wouldn’t be pleasant, but it seemed the least worst option.
“Interesting choice.” Monty noted her choice on a clipboard. “That means you’ll be heading out in a half hour.”
“A half hour?!” Now that she had stopped walking around, Elysia found that she couldn’t stand straight. She bent forward slightly at the waist, bobbing every so often.
“That a problem?”
“I’m not sure I can wait another half hour before using the restroom.”
Monty waved a hand dismissively. “I’m sure there’s a restroom around that you can use. Follow me.”
Elysia trailed after Monty as he led her along various corridors. Her breath hissed through gritted teeth as she did her best to keep up with short, shaky steps. They arrived at a room where a young man in a suit sitting just inside the doorway looked up from his touch pad.
“You have another for me?”
Monty nodded and indicated Elysia who was quivering and biting at her lower lip, clasped hands resting against the front of her dress. She did her best to muster a smile and jerkily nodded her head, her cheeks pink from exertion and embarrassment.
The young man looked more than a little surprised. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Name’s Jose.”
“Elysia.” She winced both in effort and at how strained her voice was.
“Do you know where she can use the restroom?” asked Monty matter-of-factly and Elysia’s already pink face turned scarlet.
“Ohhh…” Understanding dawned on Jose’s face. “No idea. Do you know, Scott?”
“I don’t think there are any in this part of the building,” replied a deep, masculine voice. “The entire departure process is supposed to take only an hour tops.”
“The dosage was too high for her. She’s been under for two hours.”
“Then someone in operations screwed up big time.”
“So what do we do?”
“Uh…”
The awkward silence dragged on broken only by the quiet tapping of Elysia’s boots as she walked in place. For just a second, she lost control eliciting an almost inaudible high pitched squeak. Panting frantically,she jammed both hands between her legs curtsying on the spot.
“Oi!” cried Monty as Elysia took off, running back the way they had come. She barely made it around the nearest corner, hiking up the skirt of her dress and throwing her underwear down to her ankles before completely losing any remaining semblance of control. The sound of liquid hitting the ground echoed thunderously in the empty corridor. The release of tension caused her to shiver as she finally brought her breathing back under control.
Finally, the torrent died down and Elysia pulled her underwear back up, staggering to her feet from her crouching position braced against the wall. As she let her dress fall back into place, she noticed two figures standing in the intersection with their backs turned. She froze, a deer in headlights as they both turned around. One was Monty, the other was a large, muscly Caucasian man in a tank top and cargo pants. An equally massive assault rifle was clasped in his hands.
“Don’t just run off like that!” admonished Monty. He looked pointedly at the large puddle Elysia was standing in and she hung her head, “I’ll get someone to clean this up. Take her back, Scott.”
Looking vaguely uncomfortable, Scott nodded and shouldered the assault rifle. “Come on,” he grumbled. Elysia carefully walked over so as not to splash. She eyed the gun on Scott’s back.
“You weren’t really going to shoot me,were you?”
He tapped the barrel. “If you kept running, then I would. Taking care of rebels and runners is my job after all.”
Elysia gulped.
Waiting in the holding room was very uncomfortable both because she was still wearing her wet underwear and the room was full of dangerous looking people. Seemingly noticing for the first time, Jose moved over to her from his seat by the door and pointed toward her neck.
“What’s with the goggles?”
“They’re a gift from my father.” Elysia pulled them off and offered them to Jose. He put them on and she giggled as he blinked back at her with owl eyes. “If you put your hand here, you should feel a row of buttons.”
“Here?” Jose pushed something and gasped. “Woah! These things have x-ray vision!”
“There’s more buttons too.”
Jose chuckled as he tried a couple more of the buttons. “These are awesome! Do you know where he got them?”
“He made them.”
“Made them?” asked Jose incredulously as he handed the goggles back. “Who is your father?”
“Logan Wrynn.”
“Your father’s Logan Wrynn?” Jose pulled off the goggles and stared incredulously. “You’re joking. I never even heard of him having a wife.”
Elysia shook her head and held out her hand. Jose gave her back the goggles, still in a bit of a daze. “Do you think he could help me with my school research project?”
“How do you have time for school when you already have a career?”
“This?” Jose held up the tablet. “This isn’t a real job. It’s a part time gig. I don’t even own this suit.”
“I see.” Elysia propped her chin on the back of her fist as she thought. “Can you tell my father where I am? I’m sure he’ll at least consider it if you tell him I sent you.”
“Can do.” Jose checked the tablet. He then stood up and nodded to Scott who stood up as well. “It’s time,” he announced to the room at large. “Everybody follow me.”
Chapter II: EGG
Elysia staggered, her head and stomach churning. Never again. Stifling a belch, she stumbled across the concrete floored room towards the exit where blocky robots in the vague shape of a human sat. One turned towards her as she approached and spoke in its electronic synthesized voice.
“Name?”
“Elysia-” she grimaced covering her mouth with one hand cheeks puffing out. A moment later, she managed to swallow back the bile and gasped, “-Wrynn.”
“Checking… checking… checking… confirmed. Follow me.”
The robot led her to a small room with a tall glass tube, a desk with a terminal, and a bed. The whole room buzzed with energy. Elysia stepped hesitantly across the threshold and a heavy door descended behind her, sealing them in.
“Special materials are on the bed.” Elysia walked over to the bed and found a brand new set of underwear still in its packaging. Someone must of let them know what happened. The thought caused her cheeks to turn pink again in embarrassment. The robot continued over to the glass tube which opened to accept it.
“Wait here. An attendant will arrive shortly.” The whine of machinery grew louder and the tube shut again. Elysia quickly changed into her new underwear wishing that they had thought to include a pair of boots. The robot shot up in the tube, disappearing from sight.
A few minutes later, a young man stepped out of the transport tube. “Jose?” asked Elysia in surprise and then immediately regretted it. The man looked a lot like Jose at first glance, but now that she looked at him properly she realized he was slightly shorter and his features were sharper.
The man chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first person to call me by my brother’s name.” He extended a plastic gloved hand. “Marcos.” They shook. “You’re Elysia, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Please have a seat on the bed.” He waited for her to settle in and then walked over to the terminal. A large transparent rectangle appeared between them as he activated. “I will now explain everything.”
The EGG did not reserve a planet as Elysia had first thought, they had reserved an entire system. The Caraspite System specifically. The system had seven planets total. Right now they weren’t on a planet, but rather on a space station orbiting beyond the seventh planet. This station would act as a processing area. Every contestant would go through it before being sent to one of the starting cities on the fourth planet, Dirk.
“So you get all that?”
“I think so.” Elysia leaned her elbows on her knees and propped up her chin. “So my job is to kill any contestants I come across.”
“It’s up to you how aggro you want to be, but yes. They’ll just respawn at whichever city they’re bound to.”
“Is there a catch? I thought there was a mention of how EGG would let a few demons go.”
“Yes.”
“So how do I do that?”
“Its less that the EGG will let a few of you go and more that the EGG doesn’t discourage you escaping.”
“…Oh.”
Elysia’s mind raced a mile a minute vaguely considering different plans for how to accomplish just that. Marcos coughed gently to regain her attention. “We’re supposed to get you on planet as soon as possible, so if we could move along…”
“Huh? Yeah, sure.”
A panel slid open below the terminal and Marcos retrieved a tall thermos. “Drink this,” he commanded handing it to Elysia.
“All of it?”
“All of it.”
The drink tasted like plain water and it took several seconds to empty the entire thing. She gasped as she finished, handing the now empty thermos back to Marcos. Elysia’s vision swam and she shook her head,blinking rapidly. The world slowly faded back into focus.
“Everything working?”
Elysia stretched widely, but nothing felt like it had changed. She gave him a thumbs up.
“You tried using the menus and everything?”
“Oh, no not yet. One sec.” Transparent multicolored huds and pages flickered across her vision as she mentally commanded each to appear in turn. “Yes, they’re working.”
“Great. Then all that’s left is to choose your starting location. Remember that you’re not limited to the same ones as normal players.”
“Right. I’m allowed to choose a starting spot on Rondel, correct?” Rondel was the third planet from Caraspite. A gas giant, the planet itself was not actually habitable, but all of its moons were created to be. Elysia pointed to the largest city on the lowest hanging of its moons. “I want to start there.”
“Got it.” Marcos hit a button and gestured towards the transport tube. “That will take you to the shuttle hangar. I’ve already got it set to take you straight to the shuttle you’re assigned.”
The assigned shuttle was a tiny transport craft designed for carrying freight between planets. A young woman with an earpiece and tight fitting white jump suit was maneuvering hover pallets into the hold when Elysia stepped out of the transport tube.
“Make yourself useful!” called the woman. “Pass a crate.”
Not sure whether it mattered which one she passed, Elysia activated the nearest hover pallet and pushed it over as the woman appeared again at the loading ramp.
“Thanks. You’re the passenger to Locriste?”
“Yes.”
“Then help me get all this loaded.”
The woman wiped some sweat off her brow as she slid into her seat in the cockpit. Elysia was already sitting in what would normally be the co-pilot’s seat. The ship hummed to life. A man’s face projected on the viewing screens in front of them. He did not look happy.
“Larsen!” he shouted, a vein popping in his temple. The woman cowered in her seat. “You are fifteen minutes behind schedule. Explain yourself!”
“The cargo wasn’t loaded! I had to load it all myself.”
“Oh.” The man’s face was still red, but he didn’t look quite so furious anymore. He wiped some spittle off his mouth. “Well get going then. We’ll make up for the lost time elsewhere.”
“Okay sir. Sorry sir.”
“Just take off already.” The communicator shut down and the woman sighed as she settled down in the seat. Her hands darted all over the cockpit before shoving the throttle forward.
“Sorry about that. I’m Marie.”
“Elysia.”
“Well Elysia, this is what it’s going to be like for the next few hours.” Marie’s chair slid back and she reclined. “Nothing but space.”
“You don’t have to fly it?”
“Only if the autopilot breaks. I’m basically just here to set the flight path and in case something malfunctions.”
“That’s convenient.”
“Kinda makes me wonder why I went to flight school for ten years.”
Elysia chuckled at that and then returned to looking out the view port. “So this is what space is like.” A familiar sensation caught her attention and she turned away from the view. “Where’s the restroom on this ship?”
Marie gave her directions and she soon found the tiny restroom tucked away in the corner of the ship. Elysia pressed her hand against the entry pad. After a few seconds processing, the pad displayed an error. Sighing, she returned to the cockpit.
“That was fast.”
“The entry pad gave me an error. Something about maintenance.”
“Right. I forgot.” Marie tapped her forehead. “It broke this morning and still needs to be repaired.”
“When do you think it’ll be fixed?”
“It’ll be fixed overnight.”
Not words Elysia wanted to hear. Fortunately she wouldn’t have to actually wait until evening, only until they landed planet side. She settled back in her seat. At will, a page seemed to project in front of her. A sheet that displayed many more vital statistics than she would ever want to know and quite a few that caused her to blush. After clearing it so that only the ones she viewed as necessary remained, she noted the reading on one of the bars.
50%? Already? When did I last use the restroom? Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t used the restroom since the disastrous episode at the TLDR. That was quite a while ago. Probably around a couple hours.
“How long will it be until we get to Locriste?”
“Not that bad, it’s around 3 hours or so.”
Out of curiosity, Elysia asked Marie about all the controls in the cockpit and she was happy to oblige, even going so far as to teach her how to fly the ship and explaining the differences between different ship types and brands. Elysia was engrossed, taking notes in her notebook to save for later, but in the back of her mind was worry. As time wore on, the worry grew from a quiet reminder to a nagging. As Marie finished a topic, Elysia excused herself for a moment so she could check her status.
The reading made her heart sink. After mentioning her need to Marie just after take-off, Elysia had found the need giving her gentle reminders every so often, the intensity and frequency increasing slightly over time. She’d even repressed the urge to squirm on the last couple. Now, only an hour and ten minutes into the flight, the bar she had looked at before already rose by 25%. Her heart sank. If it kept rising at its current rate, she wouldn’t make it.
Marie hit her armrest slightly to get Elysia’s attention as she stood up. “I’m going to go use the restroom. Be right back.”
“I thought you said it was broken.”
Marie stopped mid stride and cocked her head. “Right. How could I forget?” She returned to her seat and reclined again. “An hour and forty-five minutes left,” she murmured thoughtfully. Her eyes seemed blur and remained so for a several seconds before sliding back into focus. A sharp frown marred her face and then cleared. “Where were we again?”
“We were talking about environment shielding.”
“Right, so as I was saying…”
They didn’t talk for too much longer. Elysia found herself shifting almost constantly, tiny, subtle movements caused by the sensation weighing in her abdomen. One of her hands subconsciously lay across her lap, the other pulling at strands of her hair. Marie’s eyes were blurred again. She was watching a movie about something or other. The premise didn’t interest Elysia.
I can do this. I can hold it. So Elysia thought to herself legs bouncing as she pressed into her seat breathing heavily. Her legs slammed together as another wave of desperation hit her and sighed with relief when it passed. She could last a little longer at least.
GST or Galactic Standard Time was based on GMT at the date when a standardized time was set. As the length of a day varied so widely, it was common place to hear people talk about times in ridiculously large number of hours or use a time translator. Thus, the “tomorrow at 10 am,” on the EGG website would be two days for her.
Tomorrow at 10 am was the day that the players invited to take part in The Birth of Heroes would first land at one of the starting cities on Dirk. Elysia chose a starting spot on Rondel precisely for this reason. She didn’t want to be confronting players. Their job was to kill her. Her job was to flee. Most of the other demons that chose this, chose it because they wanted to kill people. Murders, criminals, thugs, or those who had given up on life and wanted something to vent their anger. Those that who, like Elysia, picked the job because of its vague possibility of freedom were the vast minority.
With a gasp, Elysia twisted violently in her seat. Another wave of desperation assaulted her, but she grimly held back, quivering and gritting her teeth. She squirmed in her seat, the intensity giving way to a constant pressure. She loosened her belt but it did little to ease her suffering. Her heart sank as she glanced over her status. Her underwear was still dry. Barely. A hand pressed between her legs giving far more relief to her aching muscles than undoing her belt did. Like this, she could hold it. Just not for long enough.
Rolling sideways in her seat, Elysia looked over towards Marie. The latter had her legs crossed tightly and constantly shifted ever so slightly. Elysia had no idea how badly Marie needed to go, but she knew that she wouldn’t make it to Locriste.
“Marie!”
Eyes refocusing, Marie turned her head. “What is it?”
“Is there some way I can relieve myself?”
“The restroom-”
“I know the restroom’s broken!” Elysia didn’t mean to snap, but she knew her clock was running short. “I’m not going to make it.”
“What?!” Marie sat bolt upright. “Uh… I don’t know what to do about that.”
“There isn’t some kind of bucket or container?” Elysia rocked forward and backward. She felt her control slip, droplets streaming past her tortured muscles and into her underwear. With a yelp, she pressed her hand hard into her crotch shaking. She settled a couple seconds later, drops of sweat trailed down the side of her face.
“I’m sorry, I can’t think of anything.” Marie gave her a sympathetic look. “It’s only about forty-five minutes left.”
Elysia leaked again, a series of short spurts that left a baseball sized wet spot on the seat of her underwear. She sniffled a little at the thought of not being able to make it to a restroom yet again. One was so close, but unusable. Her already red face grew redder as she realized she would have to ask for a clean set of underwear. Again.
There were still fifteen minutes left when her bladder was filled. Completely. Both hands were firmly wedged between her legs which scissored and kicked in the air as she fought against the inevitable. Marie in the other seat had resorted to placing a hand between her own legs, her face stoically expressionless aside for her glowing cheeks displaying her embarrassment.
Elysia grabbed at the skirt of her dress, pulling it up to armrest level. She still somehow managed to mostly hold back the impending flood despite the constant leaks that saturated her underwear and left her sitting in a small puddle in the chair. The ship came to rest in a large field beside a sprawling complex.
“Hey.” Marie’s eyes widened as they fell upon Elysia’s shaking form and the puddle she was sitting in. She gently shook Elysia’s shoulder. “We’re here.”
“I-” squeaked Elysia. She managed to stand and even made it a couple steps before falling onto her heel, whimpering pathetically.
“I’ll get someone to clean it up,” said Marie. “Just let it go.”
“Really?”
At the woman’s reassuring nod, Elysia relaxed. A torrent sprayed thunderously against the metal floor. She could feel spattering on the insides of her legs, but she didn’t care. By the time it finally tapered off, she was left with just damp legs and a feeling of soreness. A shower, fresh clothes, and a good sleep. That was everything she wanted at that moment.
Marie was gone. Presumably she was in a good enough state to go find a real restroom. Elysia untied her belt and used it to wipe off as much as she could before nervously descending from the shuttle.
Chapter III: A Fresh Start
Following the instructions of some stern faced woman who addressed her as she got off, Elysia hitch hiked to the main building on the tractor pulling the train of hovering pallets. Once there, she followed the posted signs finally arriving at a spacious lobby area filled with rows of comfy looking padded seats. Elysia went straight to one of the desks and was then sent to room 23.
Room 23 was similar to her room back on the EGG space station. This time, a person was waiting for her. An elderly man with an eye patch, lab coat, and very projecting voice greeted her disinterestedly as she entered the room and had her sit lay on the bed.
“Now, don’t move.” A series of hisses and cracks later, the collar was removed from Elysia’s neck. She rubbed at her neck. It had felt weird having something pressing against it constantly.
“Better?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” The man wheeled away and hit a button. “Now this was all explained to you right? How the game works?”
“Yes. Me against the world. But if they die, they come back. And if I die, I’m dead.”
“I meant about how you had to have some sort of identifying feature showing that you are a boss.”
“Right. I have to choose to be converted to a “race” reserved for void spawn.”
“Void spawn. Now there’s a term I haven’t heard in a very, very long time. Sorry, go on.”
“In addition, I get starting equipment, starting wealth, and some enhancements. That’s all I remember.”
“Well, that was basically everything anyway. Right now, we’re going to do your race conversion and enhancements. Then you will go see the Director for the rest.”
“Okay, got it.”
“You’re ready?”
“Ready.”
The bed Elysia was lying on expanded another 3 feet in length and width as a glass covering descended over her. Something pricked the back of her neck and she lost her normal vision. Right now she could only see screens depicting her visual appearance, readouts of her current status, and the possible choices she could make.
Every player, every monster, had a set of parameters divided up into two categories, mental and physical. For mental, there was processing, generation, memory, and conceptualization.Simply put, processing was how quickly a person could think. Generation was the breadth of ideas they could come up with. Memory was how much information could be stored. Conceptualization was the ability to grasp a new idea in a meaningful fashion.
For physical, there were another six parameters, strength, flexibility, responsiveness, reactivity, resilience, recovery. Strength and flexibility were straightforward. Responsiveness was how quickly a thought could be translated to physical action. Reactivity was ease of creating muscle memory. Resilience was the amount of physical punishment that could be endured and recovery was how quickly the body could restore itself.
Reading through the races, Elysia finally settled on becoming a vampire. She wouldn’t be able to turn into a bat or do magic. She would however gain increased responsiveness, resilience, and recovery. For her enhancement, she slightly improved her mental processing. Confirming her selection, the world blurred.
It felt like no time had passed when her vision cleared, but she highly doubted that was the case, a doubt that she confirmed for herself when she looked over and realized the man was gone, his swivel chair sitting empty. The door to the room opened and the man wheeled in a floor length mirror as the bed opened and returned to its normal size.
“It’s done.”
Elysia groaned as she sat up. Her body felt sore, but that soreness was slowly going away.
“I’d have thought you would choose something that gave you more strength.”
“I can always start strength training. It’s much more difficult for me to improve my mental capabilities.”
“Never thought about it that way. Here.” He wheeled the mirror into position and Elysia gasped. She still had the same body shape and type. The most striking difference was how pale her skin was and her hair which had turned jet black with only streaks of its original copper remaining. She opened her mouth revealing fangs. Her fingers had grown ever so slightly longer and slenderer.
Recoiling slightly, Elysia hopped off the bed and tried walking around. It was slightly disorienting having all her actions start sooner than she was used to. With that out of the way, Elysia made her way up to the Director’s office. A harried looking man bade her enter and pointed at a backpack sitting on an empty chair. “Take that and then you can go wherever you want.” The backpack felt empty and he explained that all it contained was a money pouch, she would have to buy supplies herself.
Slinging the backpack over her shoulder, she made her way out of the building and found herself standing in the center of a large city. Skyscrapers reached upwards towards the yellow-green gas giant completely filling the sky. People of varying races filled the streets. A couple passersby cast glances at her and Elysia pulled her cloak tighter.
Sunlight pouring through the open window warmed Elysia’s face and caused her to stir. Rolling away from the brightness, she yawned widely exposing wickedly sharp fangs and blinked awake. She was lying on a bed with clean white sheets in a small room. Her room. At least until noon. Throwing aside the covers, she stood up revealing a white short shorts and a black tank top. Feeling much refreshed, especially after the events of yesterday, Elysia wandered into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
A short while later, Elysia was standing in front of the floor length mirror dressed in only a new set of underwear trying to drag a comb through her hair. Her hair, however, was already silky smooth. Shrugging, she tossed the comb aside and started pulling clothes out of bags, deciding what she was going to wear today. Given how warm the temperature was, she finally settled on a navy t-shirt, black skirt, and dark leather boots. Lastly, she pulled on a pair of matching gloves and hung her goggles around her neck.
Elysia followed a wide river through the large grassy plains surrounding Locriste and into valley bordered on either side by rolling hills and sparse forest. But her final destination was still a far distance away. She stopped in the shade and refilled the jug from the river drinking most of it down in one go. Emerging for air, she sighed and lay back. The light didn’t cause her to burst into flames, turn to stone, or any number of other horrible endings, but it was certainly wearing her down quicker than usual. Here in the shade, she felt refreshed, stronger.
After her rest, Elysia continued on to her final destination, a large bowl like depression bordered one side by rolling hills and the other by dense forest and rocky cliffs. It was here that she decided to make her campsite, her training site. Her new home.
One month later
Trails of light cut through the air in the wake of a shimmering silver blade. The figure wielding the blade stepped forwards with an upwards cut cleaving in two a grey stone skinned monstrosity with a ragged leather loin cloth and hulking club. Crying out in pain and surprise, the troll crumbled into pieces and disappeared leaving behind filthy leather, some coins, and a cracked club.
Elysia sheathed the sword and collected just the coins. No point in taking the rest of the loot. It would just be cumbersome. Tucking the coins into a pouch from her backpack, she shouldered her belongings and hurried back down the mountain. Night would be falling soon.
At first the howling of monsters kept Elysia awake at night, cowering beneath her covers listening carefully in case they were drawing closer. But by the end of the week, she had grown to trust in the sturdy construction of her crude house and the concoctions she had bought and then made to drive the monsters away. She never truly became comfortable with it, but at least she could sleep.
The next day was Saturday. Every weekend Elysia would go visit Locriste to sell and buy. As usual the city was busy, but today seemed different. The area around the spaceport in particular was packed by dense crowds.
“What’s going on?” Elysia asked a vendor selling food at the street side.
“The first players arrive today.” He flipped a slab of meat over with a spatula. “The governor’s holding a special celebration and everything.” The man’s eyes traveled over the padded leather armor Elysia was wearing and the one handed sword hanging at her hip. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to be a player would you?”
With a shake of her head, Elysia opened her mouth and the man recoiled. He stared wide-eyed at her over the top of his cart and she shut her mouth, blushing. “I wish,” Elysia replied softly before walking away.
This wasn’t according to plan. At least... not her plan. She wasn’t expecting to see other players for another month or so. It’s not like she wasn’t ready. As far as Elysia was concerned, she would never be ready enough to satisfy her.
The workshop was filled with the sound of machinery when Elysia arrived. A smallish man wearing work clothes approached, smiling genially. “What can I do for you today?”
“Are the parts ready?”
“Almost, they’ll be finished this evening. I can help you assemble it if you like.”
“That would be great. Thank you, Derek.”
“Always a pleasure.” Derek grinned widely. “You brought payment?”
“Right here.” With a grunt, Elysia heft the gigantic backpack off her back and lowered it to the ground.
Derek approached and paused right as he was about to open it. “May I?”
“Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”
Derek unzipped the top as Elysia stretch out her arms and shook her head. Gleaming metals and jars of fluids glinted from inside the bag. “You carried all this here on your own?”
“Yup. I’m getting better at using my powers.”
“Right. Well, it appears that everything we agreed upon is here. Come back around 7. If they’re not done by then, I’ll have a better estimate for when they will be done.”
“Got it.”
Elysia went to her usual hangout, a small bench area in one of the public parks with a clear view of one of the large building mounted screens showing the news. Right now the screen showed the flood of players exiting a gigantic passenger ship occasionally focusing on ones that accomplished notable feats or had large followings. The view zoomed in on a particularly large, muscular man with claws and weapons stashed everywhere. Elysia shuddered slightly.
Everybody knew about the Headhunter. He delighted in killing. More than just killing he enjoyed causing pain, carving his opponents slowly until there was nothing less than mince meat. Powerful and vicious, he was almost always one of the featured streams. He was also the current leading Demon Hunter with the most demons killed by a single player. Honestly, if she were to die, Elysia would rather be killed by the person currently in second. At least he was humane about it.
“Is this seat taken?” So engrossed in the broadcast, Elysia hadn’t noticed someone approach the table she was sitting on from the other side. She shook her head and then did a double take. The person who sat down across from her was handsome and wealthy. That much was evident from the expensive clothing he wore. He also didn’t appear to be that much older than her, probably in his mid-late teens. He gave a smile of greeting and Elysia returned it shyly.
“Did you just get here too?”
“Hm?” Elysia looked over again. He gestured to her sword which was lying on the tabletop.
“You are a player, right?”
Elysia froze. A player. Of course he was a player. That meant his job was to kill her. It just occurred to her that she hadn’t opened her mouth yet in the time that he had spoken with her. That meant he hadn’t had a chance to see her fangs, to match them with the particularly pale skin and dark hair. That meant she had two options, walk away or pretend to be a player.
“Hey, you alright?”
Uh… uh… THINK DAMNIT. Elysia finally broke her internal logjam. She pretended to drop something and bent over to “pick it up.”
“Yeah, just sort of spaced, sorry. What do you think about the demons?”
“The demons?” The boy fingered something that was hanging from his neck, a very scary look on his face. “I wish they weren’t a part of this game. I just want to chill, to kill some monsters for the fun of it.”
“But… you don’t think they should be killed?”
“I mean, why should they?”
“Because they’re a danger to those around them.” Elysia pretended to put the thing she had “dropped” away and looked over towards the boy. His gaze was focused on the large screen she had been watching when he interrupted her.
“I think… I think that only those that abuse their powers or have hurt people should be removed. I mean, moved elsewhere. Not killed. What about you?”
Elysia nodded thoughtfully. She leaned towards him and beckoned him closer. She opened her mouth enough for him to catch sight of her fangs. His eyes widened. “You’re not a player.”
She hastily shushed him, but it didn’t seem like anyone around had noticed. “No,” she whispered, “I’m not. Can we take this somewhere more private?”
“Sure. Where were you thinking?”
Elysia led the way beneath the awning of a nearby cafe, to a corner table next to a pillar and plants. She looked around for cameras but didn’t see any. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself earlier, my name is Elysia.”
“Lawrence.” He bridged his fingers and peered at her over them. “So you’re a demon.”
“Yes. I didn’t realized players would be coming to Locriste so soon. I kind of figured they’d go to Amarland first.”
“It’s for one of the quests,” explained Lawrence. “We have to deliver a package to one of the merchants here.”
“Figures.”
“You should probably get as far away from here as you can. The place is going to be filled with players.”
“I have to stick around until this evening.” A moment of silence. “Do you think I could pass for a player if I wore a hood?”
“Maybe if you also wore long sleeves and gloves to hide your hands.”
“Good point. I’m going to do some shopping. If you want, I could show you around.” She looked at him nervously.
“You know this place well?”
“Pretty well anyways.”
“Sure. Knowledge is power.”
Chapter IV: Raiding Locriste
“So, how do I look?” Elysia stepped out of the dressing room wearing a new floor length green cloak over a formfitting black long sleeve shirt, grey leggings, brown leather gloves, and sturdy boots.
“It’s suits your figure well.”
Elysia’s face turned crimson. “I meant could I pass for a player?”
“Probably. Just so long as you aren’t facing them.”
“That has to be good enough for now. So, shall we?”
“After you.” They were just about to leave the store when Elysia had a stroke of inspiration. She bought a black bandana, covering her lower face so that only her eyes were showing. Lawrence nodded approvingly.
Elysia walked pointed out the parts of town she had already explored giving tips on which shops were particularly shady or had good deals. A few glances were cast at them, probably due to the stark difference in outfit choice. Then again, Lawrence’s suit was clearly not the preferred garb. Ironically, he stood out more that Elysia did.
“Oh shoot!” The clock on the wall read 6:45. “I have an arrangement at 7.”
“Wait, you’re going to the celebration banquet?”
“What? No. What are you talking about.”
“The town is holding a celebration in honor of us players first making it to Locriste.”
“I see. No, I actually have to go pick up something I bought.”
“That makes a lot more sense.”
“I have to run.” Elysia exited the shop and started fast walking towards Derek’s workshop. She realized Lawrence was still tagging along and asked why he was following her.
“I wasn’t planning on going to the banquet anyway. I’ve gone to far too many of the dreary events back home.”
“I know what you mean.” Elysia always had to attend the banquets her father did. He refused to leave her alone in the house and so she found herself being dragged along to all sorts of social events where insincere adults would fawn over her trying to curry favor with her father.
“You do?” Lawrence arched an eyebrow.
“My father was always invited to the blasted things and I got dragged along. You?”
“My mother runs a large manufacturing firm. We host balls and banquets. Building connections.” He mocked throwing up and Elysia giggled.
A young man holding a tablet approached them as they entered. “How may I help you today?”
Elysia lowered her bandana. “It’s me, Michael.”
“Oh, just a second. SHE’S HERE, DEREK!” he bellowed over his shoulder.
“Coming,” echoed the faint reply.
“And who might you be?” asked Michael turning to Lawrence who was standing slack jawed. “Hello?”
Lawrence turned toward Elysia. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew where the secret shop was?”
“Secret shop?” she replied tilting her head. “I didn’t know this was a secret shop.”
“Oh, right. That’s cause you’re not a player.” Michael tucked the tablet into a pocket. “Every city large enough to have its own spaceport has a secret shop where players can learn special crafting techniques and buy unique items.” He winked. “This shop is Locriste’s.”
“I guess that explains why I’ve been able to custom order things.” Elysia shelved the information for future use. Derek arrived wiping his hands on his clothes.
“I see you brought a friend.”
“Friend might be a bit of a stretch, I just met him today.”
“Well, more business is always welcome.” Derek extended his hand. “Welcome to my workshop. I’m Derek.”
“Derek Grant?”
“Yes, why?”
“I have a package for you.” Lawrence pulled a fist sized cube from his pocket and it expanded until he held a small chest. “From Morgan.”
“Oh ho.” Derek’s eyes glinted as he took the chest and shrunk it again. “Congratulations Lawrence. That means you have succeeded in your quest.” He snapped his fingers and a coin pouch fell from somewhere overhead, landing in his open hand. “This is your reward. And you may choose one from among these.” He waved his hand and a list of bonus rewards appeared in midair.
“I’ll take this one.”
“A cane? Interesting. You got it Michael?”
“Yeah I got it.”
Derek and Elysia left Lawrence behind as they went deeper into the shop. Finally they reached a cavernous room buried deep in the back. Large metal plates and other parts were strewn across the floor. “So what are you building with all this?”
“Let’s just build this. I need to skedaddle before players find this place. Besides Lawrence I mean.” It was nearly midnight by the time they finished. What before had been an array of parts was now a platform about the size of a large car covered in tubing, wiring, and tanks. A metal sphere big enough to fit a man took up most of the space.
“That’s not what I think it is, is it?”
“What do you think it is?”
“A fusion generator.”
Elysai clapped a hand on his back. “Don’t worry. If it blows up, you’ll just respawn anyways. Now help me finish the casing.”
Derek’s eyes bugged as he silently helped her put on the outer shell. The final result looked like some sort of swamp runner, if swamp runners had giant metal balls for power plants and were built like a tank.
“It’s done.” Elysia wiped some sweat from her brow and chugged water from her jug. She noted with annoyance that despite her restroom break earlier, it was time for her to go again.
“By Korben…” breathed Derek. “I’ve assembled all sorts of things, but we seriously just built a fusion powered hover car from scratch.”
“Yup.”
“Where the hell did you learn to build a fusion generator? I couldn’t build one from scratch even if you gave me a decade.”
“My dad.” Elysia held out her hand. “Thank you Derek. For everything.”
“No problem.” Derek weakly shook, still staring in apparent inability to accept that they had really built it.
Just then, Michael hurried into the room. “I’ve locked down the shop.”
“Why, what for?”
“There are monsters everywhere. Boars, elementals horrors, wolves.”
“Huh? They normally stay outside of the city.”
“Apparently its some sort of event. They’re completely wrecking the town.”
“Good work locking down the shop then.” Derek frowned. “I thought they would tell us about events like these.”
“Guess it’s for the authenticity since we respawn anyways.”
“Point.”
Elysia made her way to the restroom near the front of the store. She heard voices, player voices judging from what they were talking about. Vaguely she wondered if Lawrence told others how to find this place. It wasn’t like she told him to keep it secret and others were bound to find it sometime regardless. She froze as a player approached the corner currently separating them.
“There’s a demon here,” piped up a voice.
“Really? Here? How can you tell?”
“It’s a special perk he picked up,” explained a deeper gruffer voice. “Every one be on alert. What else can you tell us?”
“They’re a vampire type.”
“So that means black hair, pale skin, fangs, slender fingers, what else?”
“Probably skinny. They’re quick and resilient.”
“Everyone open your mouths.”
“You think one of us might be the demon?”
“Better safe than sorry.”
Elysia bit her lower lip as she rubbed her legs together. She didn’t dare try and slip past them to use the restroom. Silently, she turned and went back down to Derek. She passed Michael on his way up and prodded him gently. He jumped back a couple feet staring around wide-eyed until he realized it was her.
“You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought some monster had gotten in.”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t tell them about me.”
“Sorry, that’s kind of my job. It’s in my contract.”
“Then at least hold off on telling them. A little while. Please?”
He sighed as he regarded her pleading eyes for a moment. “Alright. Fifteen minutes.”
“Thank you!” Elysia darted away and Michael scratched at his head a torn expression on his face before turning and heading back upstairs.
“I need you to open the door.”
“Are you insane? That’s suicide!”
“Just enough for me to get the craft out.” Elysia didn’t wait for a response but immediately jumped into the driver’s seat. The craft rose several inches off the floor and swiveled to face the exit. She looked towards Derek expectantly and he threw his hands in the air. “Are you trying to get us killed?”
“No, but if I stick around here I’m going to die.”
Derek realized something. “There are players in the shop.”
“Yes. And apparently one of them has the ability to know if a void spawn is nearby. It’s only a matter of time before they find me.”
“I’ll do it. I’m got set the door to open and then lock the entrance.”
“Thank you.”
“Good luck.”
Amidst the battle raging in the streets of the city, a chunky silver craft charged right over everything and, exiting the city proper, disappeared into the night.
Elysia stopped the craft along the bank of the river and hopped off. Her body was shaking, both with adrenaline and because she needed to use the restroom so badly. Suddenly light assaulted her. A ball of flame exploded against a nearby rock spraying her in a shower of embers. Crying out from the pain, Elysia jumped into the river then looked around for her attacker. A fire elemental stepped out from behind s cover of foliage and roared at her.
Furiously, Elysia charged out of the river. She drew her sword as she sprinted towards it, wincing at the heat. A slash of light seemed to cut through the night as she spun past the elemental, her sword slicing straight through the torso section.
Without giving the lumbering creature a chance to turn towards her, Elysia raised her sword over her head and heaved it two handed like an axe. The blade cut the elemental in two, clattering to a halt at the edge of the river. The elemental crumbled, turning from fire to embers to ash.
Elysia realized that her wet pants were becoming wetter and frantically jammed a hand between her legs as she danced and curtsied. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the wetting stop, but only for a moment. The next second she was wetting herself full force, her muscles unresponsive. When she finished, Elysia waded into the river and then collapsed on the bank, panting.
Chapter V: New Friends New Enemies
She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, but Elysia was certain of one thing. She was exhausted. Worn out completely. She barely managed to force herself to her feet, swaying alarmingly. She had to get back to her hideout. There she would be safe from monsters. Out here, she would become something’s midnight snack.
Clambering awkwardly back onto her craft, Elysia was about to head off when she heard a voice crying out for help. A voice in pain and very close. Before she really thought about it, Elysia instinctively turned and raced off towards its source.
“I’m out of potions!” cried out a player as she whacked at a wolf with her staff. The blow connected, the girl almost losing her balance with the recoil as the wolf fell over sideways and then clambered back to its feet. The girl leaned heavily on her staff sweat dripping down her face shaking with exertion as she panted open mouthed facing down two wolves. The bodies of two more dead wolves lay nearby as well as her companion another girl dressed in a cream colored leather jacket.
The girl with the jacket was clearly an expert, gracefully outmaneuvering three large wolves as they took turns charging and biting at her. Blood flowed from a huge bite wound that had torn off the sleeve of her jacket.
Elysia sighed as she pulled out something she had been saving for emergencies, a pair of long barreled pistols. She was in no shape to use her sword. Clambering down, she stumbled her way into the fight and introduced herself by firing both pistols into the head of the largest wolf. The wolf fell over dead as the fight froze almost comically, all parties involved turning to look at Elysia.
“You’re welcome.”
Eight shots later and the four remaining wolves lay dead upon the floor as well. Elysia holstered the pistols and took a deep breath. She was feeling significantly better, her vampire abilities and the fact it was night time putting in work. The remains of the two players camp were strewn about, some of it still on fire.
“Aw man.” The girl with the staff collapsed to her knees. She had shoulder blade length hair dyed green with silver ornaments. Her yellow cloth shirt and navy pants would have been nice if they weren’t ripped and covered in dirt and blood. “I knew leaving the city was a bad idea.”
“But it was your idea, Robin!” retorted her companion coming over to join her. The other girl wore a purple tank top and white skirt. Her dirty blond hair fell down to the middle of her back.
“Was it?” Robin frowned trying to remember properly. “I suppose it was.” She glanced over towards Elysia who nodded politely. “Who are you?”
“Elysia.”
Robin grabbed her companions arm, the latter crying out in pain. “Oops, sorry. I forgot you were bitten.” Her eyes fell upon the bloody gash and she winced. “We need to get out of here, she’s a demon.”
“What? How did you…” Elysia touched her face and realized the bandanna was missing, probably destroyed in her confrontation with the fire elemental. “Shit.”
“A demon? And I thought my night couldn’t get any better.” A troop of men in varying leather and metal armors stepped into the light carrying weapons already coated in fresh blood. A pretty average looking guy stepped forwards leering. “Evening ladies. Or is it morning already?”
“It is most decidedly night.” The blond gingerly stretched her arm as she regarded him coolly. She managed to maintain a poised, intimidating presence, but the blood loss was clearly getting to her. She staggered, pressing her good hand against the wound.
The guy sneered. “Smart aleck. No matter.” He gestured magnanimously. “lust leave your things and we’ll let you leave. Otherwise…” his gang cracked their knuckles threateningly, “we’ll take it by force. But not after having some fun first. And you.” He pointed a finger gun at Elysia. “So you’re the rumored vampire.” His eyes traveled down and up Elysia’s body causing her to flush. “I’m gonna enjoy you.”
Elysia looked significantly at Robin whose eyes widened as she took a step back. “Grab her and get out of here,” said Elysia clearly. “Now!” Robin nodded vigorously and helped her friend stand.
“Eh, eh, eh.” The man waved a finger. “Not on my watch, or my name isn’t Alexander the Great.”
“Wasn’t Alexander the Great some famous general?”
“Ancient Greece. He’s clearly not Alexander the Great.”
Alexander’s face twitched. “It’s a nickname dumbass. Now-” All the flames in the area abruptly went up in a puff of smoke. The abrupt darkness blinded everyone. “Lights!” Some of the men activated devices or lit torches, but all they could see was blackness. “Where’d they go?”
Even with her night vision, Elysia couldn’t see the men anymore. They appeared to be contained in some sort of opaque black cube. Light blossomed from a rod Robin held in her hands by whacking it sharply against something nearby. “Darkness cube,” explained a voice faintly. It won’t last longer than a minute.”
“Follow me.” Elysia led the way over a small hill to where her craft was located. The three of them squeezed in and jetted off into the night.
It was already midday by the time Elysia woke up still dressed in her clothing from the night before. The stench of blood lingered in the air.
“Good morning.” At the unexpected voice, Elysia leapt to her feet reaching for where she normally put her sword. Except it wasn’t there. She wasn’t even next to her bed, she was a little ways away standing on an unrolled sleeping bag. It took a moment longer for her to recognize Robin sitting on a folding chair next to the large rock that Elysia used for a table.
Elysia kneaded her forehead trying to get rid of the slight headache she had. “Right. How’s your friend?”
Robin nodded toward the bed where the blond lay wrapped in poorly done bandaging and blankets. “She’ll recover.”
“Shouldn’t we speak quietly so she can sleep?”
“Pear’s a heavy sleeper.”
“Pear?”
“Her actual name is Paradigm, but she doesn’t mind.”
“Interesting name.” Also one that pricked something in Elysia’s memory, but she couldn’t quite place it. That annoyed her greatly. What if it was something important that she forgot? She supposed it didn’t really matter. Robin eyed Elysia as she sat down at the table. “This is your place?” Robin asked.
“Built it myself.”
“Built?” Robin raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen some pretty amazing player owned structures, but none that were built by themselves.” She paused for a moment. “Right, you’re not a player.”
“Yeah,” Elysia sighed deeply. “And you’re okay with being near me?”
“If you wanted to kill us, you could have done it so many times. Besides, I’ve always wanted to talk to a demon.”
“What? Why?”
“Dunno. Just cause I guess. Might get me more viewers.”
“Viewers?” Elysia’s eyes widened.. “Have you been streaming?”
“I”m always streaming. I have one of the most popular channels.” Robin thrust out her chest proudly, then scratched her head embarrassed. “Actually, it’s not one of the top top channels, but I’m getting up there.” She sighed deeply and leaned closer to Elysia, lowering her voice. “Honestly, Pear’s the one people want to see, but she doesn’t stream.”
Elysia shoved her chair back and stood up abruptly. “I need to push the time table.”
“Time table? What time table.”
“My time table. If you’ve been streaming, that means anyone watching knows where this place is and what I am. I need to leave.” She started going around gathering everything she planned on taking with her which didn’t amount to much, mostly tools and some rations.
“Where will you go?”
“Somewhere over the rainbow.”
Robin opened her mouth clearly about to say something when Pear groaned and sat up. Despite her obvious dissatisfaction with Elysia’s answer, she immediately went to go check on her friend.
“Wow, you heal really fast,” remarked Elysia as Pear peeled back to bandaging to reveal her wound had already stopped bleeding and scabbed over. Pear gingerly stretched her arm and then stopped, blinking.
“No no no, please tell me I didn’t.” Pear started to lift the covers and then paused, whirling towards Robin. “Are you streaming?”
“Yes.”
“Pause it.”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it.”
“Okay, fine. No need to snap.” A disturbance in the air behind Robin’s head flickered. “There. It’s off.” Pear leveled her gaze. “No, really, it is.”
Pear lifted the covers and Robin and Elysia gasped. The bed was soaked through, along with her back and skirt. Pear buried her face in her hands, sobbing.
“It’s alright.” Elysia laid a comforting on her back.
“No, it’s not alright!” Pear glared up at her. “This shouldn’t be happening! This can’t be happening!”
“Has this happened before?”
“No.”
“No!” Robin and Pear both spoke in unison.
“Then don’t worry about it. You were probably too exhausted to notice.”
“That must have been it,” muttered Pear. She swept her blond hair over to one side and looked up at Elysia. “Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it. I have some extra clothes although I don’t know if they’ll fit you.”
Robin held up a hand. “I’ll take care of it. Come on, stand up.” Pear obediently got out of bed and stood with them. Robin closed her hand into a fist and her eyes lost focus. Everything around started cleaning itself. Their clothes, the sheets, even the dust gathering on the floor.
“What was that?”
“It’s a helper tool. Cost me a lot and it only works once per day.”
“We usually use it to clean up the camp before packing.”
Chapter VI: Battle at the End of the World
“Feeling better?”
“Still a little dizzy.” Elysia sat with Pear in the shade of a tree at the edge of the lake. Pear sighed as she drained the jug again and set it between them. Robin was off somewhere nearby hunting. “I gotta take piss.”
“Well no wonder, I’m surprised you haven’t gone already with all the water you’ve been drinking.”
“Be right back.” Pear staggered to her feet and disappeared. Evidently she only went around the tree. The sound of liquid spattering on the dirt and her exhale of relief still resounded over the noise of the lake. A few moments later, she returned and sat down.
“It’s nice out here.”
“I didn’t choose this place because it was nice, but I agree.”
They sat in silence for a while drinking in the sounds, the smells, the warmth, and, in Pear’s case, the water.
“I never did introduce myself properly.” Pear tucked her feet beside herself. “My name is Paradigm. I’m from Earth.”
“That’s a long way to come. Then again, I made the same trip too. My name is Elysia.”
“Daughter of Logan Wrynn?”
“What? How’d you know that Pear?”
Pear winced. “I’d appreciate it if you called me Paradigm. You can call me Pear if you must, but I prefer Paradigm.”
“Alright Paradigm. Why does Robin call you ‘Pear’ if you like your actual name better?”
“She thinks it sounds cute. I just put up with it.”
“I see.”
With a thud, a sack thudded onto the ground beside Paradigm. Robin beamed down at them. “Lunch! And I have message for Elysia.”
“Oh? From who?”
“Some guy. He said to say he was Lawrence?”
“I met him yesterday! Seemed pretty nice.”
“Well his news isn’t. He said something about planets blowing up and the known universe disappearing. I don’t get it.”
“That’s… cryptic. Any ideas Paradigm?”
She shook her head. “No, but something’s coming.” The other two listened closely and shared a look when they couldn’t hear anything.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. It sounds like a lot of feet.”
“That can’t be good.” Elysia lead the way back to the house. Strange creatures roamed around outside of it. Creatures with black skin as if a piece of night decided to romp down to earth. Each creature had two to four legs and varied in side from a large dog to an elephant. White bone covered their feet and patches of their bodies. As the one they turned to face the girls that broke out of the undergrowth..
“Do you think they’re peaceful?”
With a great roar, the creatures charged forwards, the earth shaking.
“Nope.” Elysia leapt straight up and pulled herself onto a branch, clinging to it desperately as it bucked wildly. Robin took off running, but Paradigm followed Elysia’s example nestling in a crook. Paradigm reached to her side and withdrew an arm length short sword like a spike.
“Give me back up.” Paradigm leapt downwards stabbing into the back of what seemed like a boar. She rolled forwards as it dissolved into black smoke slicing at the feet of a large elephant. The creature reared backwards to try to crush her, but Paradigm was already wrestling with something akin to a saber tooth tiger.
“Back up. Right.” Elysia drew her own sword and slid down the tree trunk landing precariously. “Yipe!” She backed into the tree trunk flailing wildly with her sword. Somehow she managed to knock the creature off balance and it glared at her.
Not sparing a moment, Elysia spun around the tree trunk slashing at anything she could reach. Somehow she managed to keep them back, but not for long. A twist barely prevented a tusk from goring her midsection leaving a stinging cut. She whipped the sword downwards bashing the side of its face while lashing out with her foot at a giant salamander.
“Hiya!” Robin returned with a jab, pushing her way into the fray. The two girls wound up back to back, black hair to green hair, protected on one side by a silver blade, the other by a wooden staff. Both panted heavily as they circled, partners in a dangerous dance.
Elysia didn’t regret the strength and endurance training that she had done ever since arriving. She would have died many times over otherwise. Still, she was definitely tiring, the sword feeling heavier with every swing. Leaning back, the sword blade rotated in front of her face blocking a set of claws. Unable to compensate for the force, she fell onto Robin and they collapsed in a heap.
With a now familiar prickling sensation, Elysia activated her powers. The crushing force of a giant foot pushed her body into the ground leaving her dazed in a human shaped imprint. Time seemed to slow down as she watched the foot rise up again. Her lungs were empty of air, her limbs devoid of strength. The foot began to descend and Elysia began to move as if trying to swim through molasses.
As the foot accelerated, Elysia suddenly found herself staring up at a pair of thick white cotton panties. Paradigm crossed her two swords over her head legs buckling. She barely managed to keep from fully collapsing. For a moment, Elysia caught of whiff of something and noticed a small damp spot on the pair of panties almost pressed into her face before they vanished.
It took a moment longer before Elysia could sit up still feeling light headed. Robin and Paradigm were just finishing off the last of the creatures. Puffs of black smoke all over indicated just how many monsters they had managed to kill.
“Ow… ow… ow.” Robin winced as she looked all the cuts and scrapes all over her body. Paradigm too looked worse for wear, but she wasn’t showing it. Blood spattered upon the ground as the swords were cleaned before being sheathed. Elysia didn’t even try to stand up, but leaned forwards breathing hard.
“What an excellent time for a reunion. I was afraid those… things… were going to steal my kill.” Alexander the Great stepped into view. Robin whirled about. Paradigm assumed a poised standing stance that would have been intimidating if her legs weren’t shaking, knocking against each other as she bobbed ever so slightly twisting as her eyes glared as sharp as her swords towards him.
“Little antsy are we? Don’t worry we’ll wait.”
Paradigm blushed deeply. As the time dragged on, her skirt fluttered, her stance breaking as she crossed one foot behind the other so she could press her legs together. Robin stepped up beside her, staff lowered threateningly like a spear.
“How pathetic. One noob and her body guard protecting an enemy. Traitors.” Alexander pulled a long barreled pistol not unlike the ones Elysia owned. “Another victory to add to my glory.” He aimed at Elysia and pulled the trigger.
Elysia grabbed at her cloak trying to put something, anything between her and the bullet. She started shaking. In the split second that she realize it was the ground not her, the world went blue.
Chapter VII: Somewhere Only We Know
The first thing Elysia noticed was that the world seemed abnormally blue. Then she noticed the world was abnormally wet. That’s when she realized she was drowning. She clawed frantically dragging her waterlogged body to the surface only a few feet above where she immediately vomited up large amount of water and almost sank as she gasped for air. Lying on her back, she managed to stay afloat by pushing with her arms and legs.
“Over theeeeeereee!” The high pitched cry sounded out somewhere overhead. A shiny red metal rod poked Elysia in the forehead.
“Oops. I’m so sorry! Grab it!” Instinctively, Elysia followed directions and caught hold of the rod.
“We’re trying to help them, not kill them,” admonished a male voice as the rod was yanked upwards pulling Elysia’s upper body out of the water. She found herself lying on the bed of a wooden boat her feet dangling off the side looking up at two people. One was a man with black hair slicked back and stubble. The other was a young girl with red hair, slightly longer on her right and anxiety dancing in her eyes. A sharp red crescent stabbed at the air over her head.
Edited November 27, 2017 by Unbeknownst
Fixing formatting. And crying on the inside.
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Warning: short mention of masturbation at the end.
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Once upon a time there was a young woman, the prettiest you could ever see. Her mother loved her, and her grandmother even more so. That good woman had a little red skirt made for her which suited her so well that she wanted to wear it all the time, and so she came to be called Little Red Skirt.
One day, the girl's mother said to her: "Little Red Skirt, here are some cakes and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She's ill and feels weak, and they will make her strong. You'd better start off now, before it gets too hot, and when you're out in the woods, look straight ahead of you like a good little girl and don't drink any of the wine. Just because you’re 18 now, it doesn’t mean you should drink alcohol!
"I'll do just as you say," Little Red Skirt promised her mother.
Little Red Skirt set out immediately to visit her grandmother, who lived in another village, without stopping to use the bathroom. No sooner had Little Red Skirt set foot in the forest than she met Arthur Woolf, her school crush. He asked her where she was going; the poor girl, flustered and not knowing what to say, said: "To Grandmother's house."
"What's that tucked under your arm?"
"Some cakes and wine. Yesterday we baked, and Grandmother, who is ill and feeling weak, needs something to make her better," she replied.
"Does she live very far away?" Arthur Woolf asked.
"Oh, yes," said Little Red Skirt, "it’s past the mill you see way over there, the first house in the village."
Arthur Woolf thought to himself: "That girl is so hot! Alone in the woods together. If you're really crafty, you'll get her."
The wolf walked alongside Little Red Skirt for a while. Then he said: "Little Red Skirt, have you noticed the beautiful flowers all around? Why don't you stay and look at them for a while? I don't think you've even heard how sweetly the birds are singing. You're acting as if you were on the way to school, when it's so much fun out here in the woods."
Little Red Skirt looked with eyes wide open and noticed how the sunbeams were dancing in the trees. She caught sight of the beautiful flowers all around and thought: "What a lovely place for a picnic. With Arthur Woolf! And I’ve got wine too. It's still so early in the morning that I'm sure to get there in plenty of time."
She promptly sat down on the grass, back against a tree, and said: "I really don’t think wine is going to help my Grandmother. Would you like some?"
The two youngsters started sharing the bottle. Little Red Skirt, excited and shy, had heard that alcohol helps you overcome shyness. Within half an hour, the bottle was over, with the girl having drunk more than three quarters of it.
They lay there for a while, making small talk. Then, Arthur Woolf said: "I have to go home. I’ll take this path here, and you take that path there, and you’ll be there in no time." In reality, both paths led out of the wood, and he had told her to take the longer one, wanting to get there first and surprise her.
Little Red Skirt took the longer path, killing time by gathering hazelnuts, chasing butterflies, and making bouquets from the little flowers she came across. She did not realise that she had left the path, and soon found herself lost in the middle of the forest. She remembered the tales her mother and grandmother used to tell her when she was just a little child, about wolves and witches in houses made of candy in the middle of the forest. It wasn’t the first time she had a nightmare about the wolf in the forest and woke up crying for her mother in a wet bed!
No sooner had she remembered that than she felt a sharp pang in her bladder. She looked at her watch; it had been 3 hours since she left home. She hadn’t used the bathroom since she woke up five hours ago, and she had had so much wine. Now that Little Red Skirt was aware of her need, she realised how desperate she was and couldn’t ignore it. The girl started trying to find the path again; eventually she did, but it took a while and her desperation had intensified. She had her right hand pressed tightly against the crotch of her skirt and was hopping along with every step. She had never needed to go the toilet so bad in her life, but she didn’t dare pull her skirt up, her panties down, and squat in the woods, in case there really were wolves around. Oh, how she longed to get to Grandmother’s house!
Meanwhile, Arthur Woolf had run straight to his house, where no one was home. He stole a couple of old clothes from his mother’s wardrobe, dressed himself up as an old lady, and hurried along to Little Red Skirt’s Grandmother’s house, where he sat outside waiting to surprise the beautiful girl.
Little Red Skirt finally made it out of the forest, past the mill, and to Grandmother’s house, stopping every few seconds to cross her legs and push both hands against her crotch, bending down slightly. She was surprised to find Grandmother outside, and said: “Grandma, shouldn’t you be in bed?”
Arthur Woolf, disguising his voice, said: “Don’t worry, my dear, I’m feeling much better. What’s that you have tucked under your arm?”
“Some cakes my mother is sending you,” replied Little Red Skirt. “Here, hold them and please let me inside quickly, I really have to go to the b-”
Little Red Skirt stopped halfway through the sentence as she noticed that Grandmother looked very strange. She said:
“Grandmother, what big ears you have!”
“The better to hear you with, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!”
“The better to see you with, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what big arms you have!”
“The better to hug you with, my dear.”
“Grandmother, what a big mouth you have!”
“The better to kiss you with!”
And saying that, Arthur Woolf jumped towards Little Red Skirt, arms outstretched, to pull her into a kiss.
Surprised, Little Red Skirt took one step backwards, gasped, then cried out in horror as she looked down at her feet.
Arthur Woolf stopped at her reaction, and, following her gaze, saw a dark spot growing on Little Red Skirt’s famous skirt, around her two hands, which she had on her skirt. At first he was confused, then he saw a stream of golden liquid forcefully make her way down her legs, into her socks and shoes and onto the gravel path. She had peed in her little red skirt! Disgusted and at the same time laughing, he turned back and headed towards his home.
Arthur Woolf wouldn’t tell anyone, though; after all, she had seen him crossdressing. In fact, that night, he kept thinking about Little Red Skirt’s accident and he didn’t find it so disgusting anymore. On the contrary, he found it very exciting. However, he had to settle for pleasuring himself at the memory, for Little Red Skirt was too embarrassed to ever look at him again, and she wouldn’t want to after he had laughed at her predicament.
Edited November 27, 2017 by orbgon
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(this is just a rambling explanation about the why of this story that's not really related to the story itself at all, which starts at the obvious big red title thingy)
So, I was kind of stuck in 3 longer stories, with one really old one that I still had to finish but I didn't really like my final chapter and I'm putting off editing, also because when it's finished I want to publish it as a whole, and a lot of things in chapters that have already been posted have changed since then. I'm also writing another multi-chapter story that I just do for fun, but I'm only going to start posting when I am further along with it than I am now. And the other has been in the making for over a year now that's a really big one, and I've spent a lot of time writing history and setting for it that isn't necessarily all going to be in the eventual story at all.
So, today I just wanted to write something "shorter" that I could instantly post here. "Shorter" because it became about twice the length I planned it to be when I started. As tends to happen. But at least it's all one part. And I wrote it in one sitting. No proof-reading either so please forgive typo's and misplaced sentences or tell me about them before the edit-deadline has passed . So it's been pretty productive day in terms of writing but it also means I've done literally nothing else over the past 9 hours (except for occasionally peeing myself ) and I'd be fine with that if someone would pay me a living wage to publish short omo stories all the time, but I don't think that's going to happen. Anyway, it's time high time to eat something for me so here is:
Hot & Cold
It’s just past 10 in the evening when the elevator doors open on the 8th floor of the student housing building. Inside is a short girl with slightly damp blonde hair in her second year at the university, wearing a white longsleeve shirt under her thick black winter coat. Over her left shoulder hangs a bag containing her sporting gear. Her jeans are mostly dark-blue, but light-blue on most of the outside of the legs and almost half of the front. She had just taken a shower, but is ready for another one already. As she steps out of the elevator, she leaves behind a small yellowish puddle and makes sopping sounds with every step. When she reaches the door of her corridor, a trail of wet footsteps connects it to the elevator shaft. The twenty year old had wet her pants.
She should’ve gone before she left the sports hall. She could’ve easily let it flow during the shower she just took, but somehow she didn’t really feel it back then, which was rare for her. Usually she feels it coming at least half an hour before it is too late, especially under running water. Today though, she only felt it after she had already stepped out into the winter cold and started driving her bike back home, and she started peeing herself as soon as the elevator started going up. Of course this happens today of all days, when she was wearing jeans. At least she managed to hold it until she was inside, otherwise the cold would’ve quickly frozen her now warm and wet clothes. She longed for the summer, when she didn’t need tights and she could just wear her water-resistant sandals or flip-flops, leaving only a puddle as proof when she couldn’t hold on long enough.
Normally, Sophie would wear a skirt, but today had been too cold for that even with her thickest of tights. Instead, she had to wear those under her pants to get any semblance of warmth, especially in the evenings this particularly cold week. Which means that, instead of it only being mildly noticeable on her black tights just after it happened like on normal cold days, this accident was obvious to anyone noticing her in the periphery of their field of view. So she counted her blessings for the fact that she was alone in the elevator, nobody was in the hall between the 4 corridors on her floor, and that she also encountered nobody when she entered hers.
In her room, Sophie quickly peels off her soaked shoes, socks, pants and tights and throws them in her laundry basket together with the clothes in her bag. She dries her legs and privates with the towel lying next to it, and takes a clean pair of loose fitting dark blue silk pajama pants with several forms of light blue and pink decorations all over it from her closet to cover herself. She uses the same towel to get rid of the trail going from the front door towards her room, dumps it back inside, gets a clean towel and walks towards the shower. Once done, she just wears the towel while she holds her clothes in her hands.
Back in her room, she dries off her body as well as much as she can before putting the towel around her hair, and takes the pajama sweater that goes with the pants before opening the box that stands on the ground in the same closet. She figured, since she already peed before bed, she might as well put on a diaper already. In the privacy of her own room she could protect herself without embarrassment; there was nobody around to see the slight and unusual bulge under her pajamas or the band that could sometimes be seen between the two pieces of clothing.
After about 15 minutes of checking her social media while waiting and occasionally rubbing her hair between the towel, she figures it’s dry enough to go to sleep. She lifts the duvet and positions her body under it while the extra layer of protection below her crackles. She was happy she had bought it together with the spare sheets for her bed, for nights like yesterday when her diaper leaked a little bit. She wants to keep her mattress in top condition, after all. In just under 5 minutes, Sophie drifts off to sleep.
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BEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEP.
Annoyed, Sophie wakes up. The deafening sound of the fire alarm again. She checks the time; 2:45. Damn. This happened almost once every week. Drunk people shouldn’t be allowed to cook when they come back from their parties, or at least learn to open a window. She rolls to her left side and puts her second pillow on her right ear like she always did. It’d probably be over in 5 minutes and she had no choice but to wait, and this made it slightly less unbearable.
But tonight, it just kept on going. Annoyance makes way for frustration and anger when she looks at her phone again; just past 2:55, so it had been over 10 minutes. What the fuck? It never lasts this long! She rolls on her back again and pushes both pillows against her ears as hard as she could while a groan escapes her gritted teeth. She is completely awake now.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
Sophie is startled as someone loudly knocks on her door, her pillows falling away from her ears. Someone is trying to open her locked door, she can hear by the sounds coming from her door handle.
“ANYONE HERE?” a man screams from the other side. “YOU NEED TO GET OUT!”
Shit, is it serious this time? She remembered feeling like such a fool running out of the building the first time this happened last year and finding nobody else there while the alarm stopped. But she had also felt relief, since in her haste she hadn’t noticed how she already wet herself that night and anyone else there would’ve noticed it hanging lower than the short night gown she usually wore in summer. This night she hadn’t wet herself just yet, but she did need to get out of the diaper. She couldn’t be seen wearing one in public! So far, she had kept her accidents well-hidden since she started studying here. Sometimes through luck like today, often through skill and experience. Except for two times when she was drunk, which was a legit excuse of course, and one time when she pretended to have drank too much alcohol when she wet the bed during the introduction camp even though she had carefully avoided that. Her savior back then was the fact that she wasn’t the only one. For the second of the two nights, she had made up an excuse about feeling homesick and leaving to avoid it happening again the next night, and sure enough nobody ever teased her about it. But when people combine the knowledge of those times with seeing her wearing a diaper it would be social suicide. She did not want to become known as ‘that girl that pees herself’ again like in high school. She had to change into normal panties.
“Uuuuhhh, just a minute!” Sophie replies.
“I don’t have a minute. We have to make sure everybody is outside and safe,” the man says. “If you do not open this door in 5 seconds, I am going to have to break it open.”
Shit. Sophie quickly jumps out of bed and opens the door; she needs her door to not be broken if she wants to keep her night-time incontinence a secret. She pleads with the tall fireman behind it in a hushed tone.
“Please, I’m wearing a diaper. I can’t be seen like that! Can I change into panties before I go down?”
“Safety comes before embarrassment. You need to get out so I can go on checking rooms,” he answers sternly, while pushing Sophie into the corridor. Luckily, no other inhabitants of the corridor are there.
She has to act quickly now if she wants to keep her protection a secret. She puts her hands down her pants over her hips, and forcefully tears the sides of her diaper, before pulling it out of her pants and throwing it through her door back in her room. She is happy to see it landing in a dark spot, not too noticeable if you’re not actively peering into the room, since the fireman lifts her up and carries her away over his shoulder before she can close the door.
Hanging over his shoulder, she is confused why they are moving away from the door, but then she realizes the slight haze of smoke hanging in the corridor, and through the window next to the door she can see that it’s way more misty behind it.
The fireman opens the emergency exit and puts Sophie down, aggressively stating she needs to go down the stairs here, on the outside of the building. She has no choice to oblige, and follows the few students who are also making their way down the same fire exit. Through the open cage that surrounds the stairs, she can see that most of the building has already evacuated.
Only when she is done walking down the stairs, the cold truly hits her, and makes her realize her bladder isn’t empty anymore. It’s a winter night, well below freezing, and Sophie is wearing just a pair of pajamas, no socks and not even any underwear, and she starts shivering immediately when she stops walking and is standing in the crowd of evacuated students. Some are wearing thermal blankets, and others are huddled together in groups. Looking around, she could see dark smoke rising from a room on the third floor on the other side of the building from her own. Behind the smoke, flames could be seen. At least nobody she knew lived there. Suddenly Sophie is startled by the sound of someone yelling through a megaphone.
“ATTENTION NEW EVACUEES! WE HAVE A LIMITED AMOUNT OF THERMAL BLANKETS. THEY ARE RESERVED FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT OR BARELY CLOTHED. OTHERS NEED TO FIND A GROUP TO KEEP EACH OTHER WARM.”
She looks around, and saw several students who managed to put on their normal clothes before evacuating. Some are still just wearing pajamas but had jackets and coats on, often sharing them with someone else. What her shivering body wouldn’t give now to get her own winter coat down here, or move a bit closer to the fire, but both actions were strictly prohibited at this moment. Sophie isn’t fully clothed, but looking around she sees that completely bare legs are coming from under every thermal blanket, so she probably won’t qualify. Besides, she really isn’t looking forward to telling people how she is naked under her pajamas. Pajamas that are definitely too thin for this kind of weather. So she looks around to see if she recognizes familiar faces to huddle together with, but most of her friends live in other buildings, and she isn’t looking forward to becoming intimate with strangers either.
“Sophie! Over here!” a voice exclaims.
Sophie turns around and sees one of the girls living in the same corridor, 2 rooms over from her, standing in between a group of her friends. Her name is Heather, and she is wearing one of her normal short dresses despite her messy brown hair indicating that she had been sleeping before. Sophie only vaguely recognizes some of the faces next to Heather’s, but she walks over to them anyway. Better than nothing.
Sophie joins the group by inserting herself right next to Heather, who immediately puts her left arm around her shivering shoulders. A barely clothed boy on her other side follows suit by putting an arm around her middle, his hand landing on her hip.
“Hey, are you excited to see me?” he says. Sophie looks up to the guy’s unfamiliar face in a puzzled fashion, and finds the guy’s gaze directed straight onto her chest. She looks down and sees the nipples of her B-cup breasts clearly protruding through the fabric of her pajamas. Damn cold. The only part of Sophie’s body warming so far is her face.
“Steve! You fucking perve!” Heather yells.
“You know it babe!” he answers, while putting his hand on Heather’s hip just shy of her butt. Immediately, Heather shoves the hand away with the arm that was around Sophie and strikes Steve’s face with her flat right hand.
“Fuck, can you just not be a creep for once? Come on Sophie, let’s get away from this douche.” Heather puts her arm back around Sophie and leads her around the group to the other side, where they are welcomed in between 4 other girls, all packed together more tightly than the guys in the rest of the group dare to.
“Damn, Steve, you’re such a lady killer!” one of the guys says teasingly.
“Yeah, you killed their moods in no time,” another responds, resulting in all the guys laughing about it.
“Shit, how do so many dudes turn into creeps the first chance they get?” one of the girls around Sophie and Heather says.
“Yeah, just look over there,” another responds.
“Holy shit, that’s pathetic,” says Heather.
Looking around, Sophie sees that most groups are segregated by gender, and a few guys wearing only boxers are trying to join several groups that were girl-only with the excuse that they are cold. Now that she looked at it, almost all people in thermal blankets are girls, with only a few of the boys opting for one next to two obvious couples that shared it.
One of the nearly naked guys that has an obviously way too large bulge considering the temperature he was in is standing outside the group of girls he picked as a target, some of which were only wearing tanktops and panties, and trying to squeeze himself in. All the girls around Sophie are taking in the spectacle, and they burst out laughing as the group tightens up and collectively shuffles away from him. Sophie can’t afford to laugh though. She has to focus on something else. Something that’s supposed to get harder when it’s cold.
The limited warmth from the people around her does help a bit, but it is still cold enough that it emphasizes why Sophie needed protection at night. She needs to go again, despite not drinking any water since her accident in the elevator, and it is coming on quickly helped by there being nothing in between her urethra and the cold air that easily flow into her loose pajama pants. The bottle of water she drank before she left the sports hall apparently hadn’t made it through her kidneys yet when she wet herself. She looks over to the bushes besides the entrance to the building, bushes she has so often used as a cover when she knew she couldn’t make it to her corridor. So often had she squatted there with her skirt hiked up and pee gushing through her panties. But she can’t think about that now, or it’s going to gush through her pajamas real soon. And the bush isn’t going to be her savior now; it seems like there is always at least one guy relieving himself there, and with several of extremely creepy guys walking around she will not take the risk of exposing her privates to one of them. If she had panties on, maybe she could’ve just peed through them without giving a show. Then again, wet panties in this kind of weather would not be ideal either. Suddenly, a few drops escape her, dampening her lips, and Sophie is reminded to not look in the direction of peeing people again. She would just need to hold it. But that has never been a good solution for her and as a wave of need quickly follows the leak, she jams her hands against her privates, hoping it’ll help.
Feeling the familiar form of her crotch area directly through the fabric of her pants makes her hyper aware of the fact that she’s not wearing anything beneath. Sophie realizes that any leaks bigger than the one she just had would end up directly in her pants, and despite the dark color she knew from experience that it would be very clear if she ends up having an accident in them.
So she looks around again, taking in everything that she sees, in hopes of finding or thinking of a solution. The fire seems under control, but it doesn’t seem like they would be getting back inside before it was too late for her. Even 15 minutes would be too much now. She knows exactly how small her bladder is and how weak her muscles are down there, despite kegel exercises.
As her investigation reaches the area behind the other side of the group, she notices the gazes of most of the guys being in her general direction, towards the girls in the group, and several resting in the middle between the ground and her face. Even one of the girls, who is wearing a light blue nightgown that almost reaches her knees, is looking almost straight down in Sophie’s direction, and as she looks down too she realizes that it’s pretty clear she is pushing the silk fabric straight into her privates, giving her a visible cameltoe right between her hands. So she pulls the fabric out of her lips and resorts to just crossing her legs, resulting in several gazes changing their area of focus. The girl that was looking down now sympathetically looks Sophie right in the eyes. She leans over to whisper in her ears.
“Can you hold it?” she asks.
“Not for long,” Sophie whispers back with a panicky voice. No sense in lying now. If she doesn’t find a solution soon, it’ll become clear to everyone anyway.
“Fuck,” the girl says followed by a nod in Heather’s direction, who then walks away from the group.
“She’s going to look for a spot,” the girl continues while laying a hand on Sophie’s shoulder reassuringly, “I need to go too by the way.”
Sophie flexes her thighs an clenches her jaws to help keep inside the contents of her bladder, now almost filled to its low capacity, while she watches Heather walking away and inspecting the area until she is out of sight.
Over the next 5 minutes, everyone in the direct vicinity figures out that Sophie is almost peeing herself. She is trying to hold it without her hands, and that results in her hopping from foot to foot constantly. At least the movement helps her become a little less cold, but ultimately it’s not enough. When she feels her bladder spasm she knows she is going to completely lose it without her hands, and while bending over she jams them straight into her crotch again with all the force she can muster, including the crotch of her pants. As the fabric pushes into her privates, it immediately starts sticking to them as the area starts to feel warm for the first time since she left the corridor; she couldn’t prevent a big spurt from escaping before she regains control, and it immediately soaks the crotch of her pants. Instinctively, she repositions her hands so that they cover the wetness from witnesses, but she can barely manage; the patch immediately grew to almost the size of her hands, and while she holds herself through the soaked silk with one, the other hand hovers on front if that one to block her upper thighs from view. She just has to hope the backside isn’t that obviously wet when she straightens up again.
“Come on, just hold on a little bit longer,” the sympathetic girl says while shifting her legs around each other, “Heather’s returning!”
Sophie’s pained face looks up in the direction that Heather had previously walked away in, and gains back a bit of hope from the smile on her face.
“Hey, I found a secluded spot just a few hundred meters that way!” she says as she returned. Immediately a look of relief comes over the other girl’s face as she steps over to Heather. Outside the group she turns around, still doing a pee dance, and signals Sophie. “Are you coming?” she asks.
Sophie isn’t too sure about walking, but she knows she has to now. One of the other girls, clearly understanding the situation, steps to the side to let her pass, but before that Sophie needs a few moments of shifting her crossed legs against each other in a composed pee dance and flexing all the muscles around her privates to gain her posture. A few seconds later, she takes the necessary steps to get out of the group without leaking, a big accomplishment if you ask her.
As she reaches the other two, they start walking towards the sheltered location in normal steps, but they’re a bit too big for Sophie. She follows them for the first few meters, but then she feels her bladder getting ready to spasm again. Now away from direct onlookers hiding the wet spot isn’t a priority anymore, and she tries to hold while walking by just forcing both her hands against her urethra and closing it down. It isn’t enough though, and as her bladder spasms the pressure on it builds so quickly that she has to stop, bend over and cut off the flow again. She manages, but not before a big part of it flows out anyway, through her pajamas and partly over her hands dripping down on the road below her, partly following her smooth legs and rolling straight down them towards her ankles but most alarmingly, partly expanding through the silk fabric and several streaks reaching her knees both on the inside and backside of her legs. An all too familiar feeling. She realizes she isn’t going to make it to the spot Heather had found.
“Sophie, are you okay?” Heather asks when she realizes Sophie isn’t keeping up. She doesn’t need an answer, as she walks back over near enough to see the wet pajamas by the faint lights of the lamps by the road in front of the building.
“Shit, we need to hurry! Come on Sophie, it’s just right around the corner over there!” she says in response.
“Can’t walk, I’ll pee!” Sophie says decisively.
“Just try it! You’ll wet yourself anyway if you stay here,” Heather tries to reason.
That’s true enough; Sophie knows it’s too late. She is having an accident and she won’t be fooling anyone about it. That much would be clear even if she managed to hold on by the amount she had already done in her pants. And she is not able to hold on. Her choice is to have the rest of it here or at best 20 meters from here. Depending on the spot Heather had found, it would be at least 50 meters.
Eventually, she figures that it’s better to pee yourself with as little people around as possible. So she starts running. As soon as she takes the first big step, her bladder starts pushing with all its might, and her urethra opens to the point where you don’t have a chance of stopping again until it’s almost empty. Immediately her stream violently hits both her hands through the already wet and almost cooled down silk, warming it to body temperature again. She removes her hands as she runs past the other girl, and she feels her urine flowing over her legs and through her pants, soaking the inside and backside down to her knees and almost all around from that point down. It all happened in practically an instant, and only a few meters past the girl she loses the heart to run any further. She just stands there, looking down at how her stream flows directly through the crotch of her pajamas where they stuck to her privates, how the legs glisten and how several rivers are flowing along, through and over them and splattering down on the pavement between her feet, while the rest of her stream gets redirected along her legs and flow right down the inside of them to her ankles and over her feet. Only 15 seconds after she stopped running, it dies down. She sees every inch of the puddle slowly expanding even after her bladder stopped voiding. It didn’t reach much further than the area around and between her slightly parted feet, maybe a little over 30cm. She lets out a sigh. At least for a moment, she was warm.
“Oh my god, are you okay? Fuck, I’m so sorry for you,” the other girl says with shock in her voice. Sophie turns around and sees her standing there agape with one hand on front of her mouth and the other pushing the front of her nightgown into her crotch. Sophie doesn’t care so much about it herself; she had already resigned to her fate. She never felt that embarrassed for peeing herself, only for the amount of people that see her doing it, so the main thing for her is that this way, there were only 2 people who saw it happen. Or so she thought.
“Sophie, you need to get away from there!” Heather says, with a panic in her voice as if she was going to wet herself. Sophie was confused at first, but now, after a few seconds, she finally realizes the ruckus coming from the place where all the evacuated students stood, and recognized it as laughter and the voicing if disgust. She looked over, and saw almost everyone looking in her direction, and only now she saw that she had stopped right next to a lamppost! Everybody can probably see that her pants are soaked from over there! Immediately a lump in her throat formed and her view became hazy. Within seconds, tears rolled down both her cheeks.
“N… No… Fu… I… I… Fuck…” was all Sophie can produce as she starts sobbing. This is the worst way she could’ve had an accident, and her body just freezes in fear of the consequences. Heather quickly pulls her away from the light and puts her arm around her back, under her armpits to drag her along. She still needs to show the other girl the spot she found, after all.
The next period, however long it was, felt like an out-of-body experience for Sophie. Normally she might have been surprised when drops were suddenly falling from under the other girl’s nightgown, or relief that she wasn’t the only one peeing herself as she watched her with a hiked up nightgown peeing straight through her pink panties, or maybe jealousy, because she could hide her accident from everyone else. Or gratefulness when both Heather and the other girl did their best to console her as she sat on a bench motion- and emotionless, and when Heather had fixed her a thermal blanket after she had started shivering from her now freezing cold pajama pants. She barely noticed when the other girl introduced herself. Cynthia, she thought. But not much else of what she said stuck around in Sophie’s head. After her initial moment of despair, she didn’t really feel anything until she was dragged back to the building by the others. They walked past the lamppost where she peed herself, careful to walk around the light, and then they saw the firemen getting their stuff back together, the ambulance investigating their final patient for smoke inhalation and the blackened area around the room where the fire had started. As Sophie saw all this, together with about half of the amount of students that were there previously and lots of them trying to get inside at the same time, she got some feeling back, and it showed itself by the tears that formed in her eyes once again and rolled down her cheeks, because she realized that all those people had seen her wet herself. It may have been a personal record.
Now, back in reality, Sophie notices that both Cynthia and Heather are shivering besides her, while she is pretty comfortable in her thermal blanket; only now she realizes that her pants are sticking to her legs from her crotch to her ankles and even though the lower part of her pants feels ice cold, it doesn’t really make her feel cold. And now she starts to feel guilty. Those two had stayed with her after she had a very public accident. Back in high school, everyone always abandoned her immediately if she peed herself, to the point where she had no friends for most of that period. And here, one acquaintance and one girl she had never seen before stuck with her and even froze themselves to do so. While she was hogging the thermal blanket!
“H… Heather?” she says as she turns to face her after they reach the fire truck, “thank you so much! You too Cynthia! It means so much to me that you helped me.”
Sophie embraces Heather with her right and uses her left arm to pull Cynthia in with them, creating a small group hug while crying on both their shoulders. After about a minute, a scene behind Sophie’s back interrupts it.
“No! Please let me keep it for another few minutes!”
“I’m sorry, but we need to go now. You can go back inside and get warm there.”
“That’s not it, okay!”
As Sophie turns around, she sees a brown haired girl, about half a head taller than her and red-faced, arguing with a fireman about the thermal blanket wrapped around her.
“I think they want you to give this back here,” Heather tells Sophie on a hushed, joking tone, stating the obvious.
As they move towards the scene, the arguing girl is clearly avoiding telling the fireman why she wants to keep it for a while. There’s a bit of panic in her voice as it cracks. Clearly, she hasn’t noticed that there’s other people behind her now, evidenced by the next scene.
“Okay, okay. I’ve wet my bed, happy now? I’ve fucking told your colleague and he helped me hide it before everyone came out here, and now I have to give it back while there’s still over a hundred people outside?”
The fireman seems kind of taken aback by the girl, who is now wiping some tears from her eyes, but he stands by it. He has to. “I’m sorry, it normally wouldn’t be a problem but we just got another call and we’ll need them all there too,” he responds sternly.
“FINE. Have your fucking blanket,” the girl says while she throws it off. She then notices Sophie, Heather and Cynthia behind her and storms off in the opposite direction of the building.
As she goes by them, Sophie can see that the girl had indeed clearly wet her bed, while lying on her left side; her short grey shorts and grey tank top still wore the proof all over them. The left half of the front of her shorts was wet, together with most of the back side, and you could still see the shape of her panties through them. The back of her tank top was soaked up to her left shoulder blade, in an almost diagonal line from her right butt cheek, and all over her left side even including her left breast. Even though it had never gone that far up for her, Sophie recognized the pattern from periods where she would try to sleep without protection.
“Ehm, I think I’m going to help her, you know, tell her that she’s not the only one and stuff, okay?” Cynthia says, turning around and following the girl.
“Eh, okay…” responds Heather, but Cynthia probably doesn’t hear it anymore.
Sophie quickly turns her blanket in, and the girls join the horde of students trying to get inside. Everybody already knows about her accident anyway, so the few extra looks she got for having soaked pants sticking to her legs aren’t going to change much. The look one brown-haired girl is giving is kind of strange though… she glances at Sophie, then away from the building, back at Sophie and then stares away from the building again, bumping into people because she doesn’t look where she is going, all the while looking really angry, like she was trying to murder someone with her eyes. Sophie also looks back outside but the only thing she saw was Cynthia, vaguely in the distance, trying to catch up to the girl that wet her bed.
Back up in their corridor, Sophie quickly walks to her room and closes the door immediately, but it’s stopped by Heather’s hand.
“Hey, I just wanna say that if you need to talk about this or something you can come to me,” Heather says, “Even if you want to do it now, I’m not planning to go to my morning le… ect…”
Sophie is wondering why Heather stopped talking, but she quickly realizes and follows her gaze to confirm; she is looking straight at the diaper that was still lying there! FUCK!
Sophie quickly closes the door. “Go away!” she says, before collapsing on her bed and crying in her pillow. She feels like her life got ruined in just one night! Everybody knows that she wet herself, and the person who stayed and helped her after it happened just saw that she wore protection. There was no going back! Sure, helping someone after one accident is the decent thing to do, but nobody in their right mind would stick around someone that peed themselves so habitually they need diapers at twenty years old!
5 minutes later though, she came knocking on the door again.
“Sophie, can I talk to you?” Heather says with a squeaking voice.
“NO. Go away!” Sophie repeats.
“Please, I understand how you feel,” Heather says, trying to persuade her.
“I said go away!”
On this, Sophie hears Heather walking back to her room.
“What the fuck? She can’t understand, I’ve just wet myself in front of hundreds of people who were actively watching, and then someone found out I still wear fucking diapers! And SHE’s crying?” Sophie thought.
- Buzz -
A message comes in on Sophie’s phone. A picture, from Heather. It’s of soaked bedding with the sheets half stripped off, followed by a text. “I understand ”
A minute later, there’s another soft knock on Sophie’s door. This time she opens, and is met with a face just as distraught as hers, with tears all over it.
“I… I… They… They fucking broke open my door and I… I wet my bed again and when the fire alarm went I was changing and I quickly put on a dress and went outside to see if it was serious or not… And I locked my door so nobody would walk in and see my bed but they broke down my door and now… now the whole corridor knows! And my door can’t close anymore and I don’t feel safe sleeping there. Fuck, I’m so sorry for barging in like this. FUCK.”
After the barrage of words, Sophie hugs Heather and closes the door behind her, while it’s Heather’s turn to cry on Sophie’s shoulder this time.
“It’s okay, you can sleep here until your door is fixed,” Sophie says.
*sniff* “You have a mattress protector?”
“Yeah, and you can even use my diapers if you need to.”
“You’re an angel!” Heather says. She stopped crying and wipes her tears away. “I never used them before but I’d love to stop washing my sheets more than once per week!”
As Sophie taught Heather how to put a diaper on, she couldn’t help but smile the whole time. Finally, she found someone who won’t be all judgmental when she brings up her incontinence! |
A/N: Another old one I wrote, a collaboration between me and Birdschach actually, not that he still uses this site. Another reminder that, if you like what you read here, I'm open for commissions right now!
Ordinarily, Katsuki Bakugo would never allow this to happen. When you’ve gotta piss, you go piss, it’s not that fucking complicated. Of course, that’s when he’s alone. Once you throw a group of classmates into the mix, it gets a bit harder to excuse yourself.
They’d all fucking look at him, as if he was weak or some shit for needing to take a break. It's something that happens to everyone, but like hell he'd give them an opportunity like that. So, Katsuki stays silent. Well, about that at least. And if anyone notices he's more aggressive than usual, they don't bother mentioning it.
Needless to say, time can't seem to pass quickly enough. The lecture drags on and on, just more shit everyone should already know if they're serious, but Katsuki can't focus on anything but his bladder, and his slowly increasing discomfort. Eventually, the day is going to be over and he can go piss without anyone giving him any fucking looks for it, because school’s over and who cares what he does then?
The fact that this situation is so ridiculous- and, yes, he knows that the fact that he’s put it off for this long and let himself get in this situation and won’t do anything to get out of it is ridiculous, but whatever- is part of what’s irritating him so much. He knows that he should have just dealt with this earlier, or that he should ask to be excused and to hell with what anyone has to say about it. Hell, a part of him even knows that it’s very unlikely anyone will have anything to say about it, and still that doesn’t stop him from thinking that it’s much more worth it to wait this out. After all, he isn’t weak, so it’s really not that much of a problem. It’s just a distraction, that’s all.
He keeps thinking that up until the very end of his last class. As they're dismissed, he can't help but feel an overwhelming relief. Of course, he knew he was strong enough to make it, but it's still a good feeling either way. As he rises from his chair, grabbing his bag and scowling as he walks out, he feels a twinge of pain. It's a reminder that he needs to hurry to the nearest bathroom, a reminder that Katsuki is eager to heed.
Until a certain voice catches him dead in his tracks.
“Hey, Kacchan… you really booked it out of class today. I'm glad I caught you, though! I mean, we're going to same place and all…” Izuku says, catching up to his childhood friend easily. Usually, Katsuki would outrun him, but in his current state he can't exactly break into a full on sprint.
“What do you want, Deku?” he snaps. Of all people to bug him, of all times to bug him...he growls a bit, and Izuku flinches back.
“Didn't you want to walk to the station with me?” He hates the hopeful like on his face, like it’s something they do all the time. Well, they have been doing it more and more often lately, but that doesn't mean shit. It certainly doesn't mean he should expect it, and Katsuki is ready to tell him to get lost, when he hesitates.
It’s not like he has a good excuse, and Izuku is getting to the point where he won't leave him alone without a good excuse. He isn't going to let Deku think he's weak, and he isn't weak, so he sure as hell can wait till he gets home. At least, that's what he tells himself, and it has nothing to do with wanting to walk with him, while still not wanting him to know that he's growing desperate.
“Sure, whatever,” he grumbles. “Since I'm going that way anyway.”
“Yeah, yeah, Kacchan, it’s all coincidence, right?” Izuku asks, and Katsuki swears there’s some teasing to his tone.
“And what’s that supposed to mean!?” Katsuki asks.
“Nothing, I was just checking. You seemed a bit anxious to get out of class, everything okay?”
“Of course it is! Just a boring fucking lesson, as if we don’t all already know about Hero Laws. Half of them were on the entrance exam, damn it.”
“I don’t know, some of them were new! And it’s pretty important, anyway. If we’re gonna be successful, we’ve gotta know that kind of stuff.”
“You think I don’t fucking know that!? You don’t have to explain that to me, Deku,” Katsuki says, the argument taking his mind from just how bad his need is growing. There were finally nearing the station, but he feels a sudden twinge of pain; his bladder crying out for relief. Luckily, the pained grunt of surprise is something he could disguise as one of his usual growls.
At the very least, Izuku seems to take the hint, and as they ride the train back home, he's able to focus on holding without letting on to the fact that he is in relative silence. He keeps his legs as tightly pressed together as possible and grits his teeth and clenches his fists, and it's not like he doesn't look tense and pissed off all the time. There's nothing too off about his appearance, nothing that anyone who knew him would notice.
“Don't worry, we’re almost home, Kacchan.” Except then Izuku has to go and say something like that.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You just seem kind of off is all. Oh, don’t take that the wrong way! I just thought maybe you were feeling sick or something…”
“Huh? What are you going on about. I'm fine, don't be weird,” he huffs. “..fucking nerd.”
“I… if you say so, but it’s okay if you feel a little sick. Obviously it’s no big deal to someone as awesome as you.”
“I just said not to be weird!” he says, “And even if there was something to what you’re saying… it’s nothing I can’t handle! So shut up! You don’t know anything!”
“Okay, Kacchan. But if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know, okay?”
“What would I need help with!? You’re always so damn helpful, it’s annoying!” Katsuki says, but even as the words leave his mouth, he feels his need grow. It’s getting absolutely unbearable, and if he were anyone else, he likely wouldn’t make it home from the station, if he’d last until the train arrived in the first place. But since he isn't anyone else, he refuses to let that happen, and the rest of the ride passes in a tense silence, with Katsuki hyper-aware of each movement he makes.
What on earth did he do to deserve a tag along like this anyway? He knows that Izuku is going to invite himself over, like always, or that he's not going to want to turn him away- though why he keeps doing shit like that is beyond him- but he promises himself that once he's in his own home, it's not going to matter. Getting home from school and going to piss is no big deal. He shouldn't have any reason to be shy about this, or anything else, really. Katsuki Bakugo does not get shy.
And yet, as the train pulls in at the station nearest their homes, Katsuki can do nothing but curse how bumpy the ride is as the train pulls to a stop. But, immediately, Izuku is on his feet, and reaching a hand down to help Katsuki up. He swats it away, scowling.
“I don’t need your help getting up, Deku. I’m not some fucking weakling, got it?” he says, standing. Of course, there is a noticeable lag in his movements, far from the usual determined motions Katsuki displays. “Let’s… let’s get out of here.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be home in no time, Kacchan!”
“Why the hell would I be worried!? I don’t know what would give you that idea, you fucking nerd, but you better forget you ever had it!” He says, and as if to prove his point, Katsuki picks up his pace, pulling ahead of Izuku as they exit the train, and head towards home. A silent part of him wishes the walk wasn’t quite as long as it is.
Each step causes him nothing but pain, and his bladder is jostled so often that he is certain at some points that he's going to leak. And as much as he wants to keep denying the possibility of such a thing, he's not completely impractical, and at this point, there's no denying that he's pushed himself too far. Not being able to do much to help hold it back doesn't help matters either, but he’d sooner die than tip off Deku.
“Your house isn't that far off, you're gonna be just fine,” he says, in a sickly soothing voice, and Katsuki can feel his blood going cold, and then very hot, as he realizes that Izuku has known all along, or at least wised up fast. In spite of himself, his face goes hot. There’s nothing he can do to keep from going a bright scarlet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine right now! Stupid Deku, what do you know?” Katsuki says. Unfortunately, he is far from fine. Refusing to do something so obvious as cross his legs, his desperation grows too great. With a whimper he has no hope of disguising, he is overwhelmed. A small spurt of piss escapes him, before he can stop it, and even if it isn’t enough to show, the way he stops in the middle of the sidewalk, the whimper… it’s definitely all obvious.
“K-Kacchan!? Are you okay? That sounded bad, but hey, we’re almost there!” Izuku asks, frantic and panicked.
“F-fuck off, Deku!” he snarls, “I don’t need you to tell me how close we are!”
“It’s alright, I know class feels like it lasts forever when-”
“Would you shut the hell up?!” Those aren’t tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, he swears. “I’m just...I’m just fine, you don’t have to look at me like that…”
But he isn’t just fine, and he hasn’t been fine for a very long while. In fact, he’s so very not fine that he can only take a few stiff steps before he’s frozen in place once more, and this time, he knows that another step will spell his doom. “Go home, Deku,” he mutters, not looking up at the other boy.
“Huh? Kacchan?” Rather than fucking off, like Katsuki wants him to, Izuku steps in closer, resting a hand on his arm that is quickly shoved off. “Kacchan, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not!” His voice breaks as he shouts. “It’s not, I...fuck off, alright?”
“I’m not going to tell anyone, so it’s okay if you…” Blushing, he pauses before saying, “I-I mean, I don’t want you to hurt yourself! So, if you just…”
“No way in hell! I’m not some fucking...I wouldn’t...I don’t…” He can barely even speak now, and having Izuku looking at him with those damn eyes is too much. And yet, his childhood friend moves closer.
“I’m not going anywhere, Kacchan.”
“Why the hell not?!” he asks, Izuku’s words enough to shock him. Why would he stay, after being told not to? And why would he just stand there when Katsuki was at his very limit? Unfortunately for Katsuki, he’s in no state to walk away, or to push Izuku away. Instead, his hands go between his legs, a pose that is embarrassing as hell hell, but helps just a tiny bit.
Slowly, so slowly, he seems to gain control over himself. The desperation he feels begins to fade, just a bit, and Katsuki takes a tentative step. Then another, finally back on his way. Of course he could power through this, it’s nothing to him, after all. But as begins his third step, a twinge of pain worse than any he’s felt yet hits. It feels more like a punch than anything else, and in spite of himself, he doubles over.
“No, no no! Dammit, no!” he nearly shouts, his desire to be as quiet as possible the only thing holding him back. But despite his protests, his bladder gives out. WIth a groan, his piss begins to pour out, soaking through his already damp boxers quickly, before spreading into his uniform pants and down his legs.
Izuku can only watch, mouth open in shock, as Katsuki pisses himself in front of him. It goes on for what feels like ages, but could only be a moment. In spite of how horrible the situation is, how fucking embarrassing it is, Katsuki can’t help but feel relieved. The ache in his abdomen fades, though traces of it are left behind, as his bladder is finally emptied.
Once, when they were really young, they went out exploring and time got away from them. Their adventures came to a halt when Izuku suddenly began whining about how badly he needed to go to the bathroom. Katsuki never said a word to him, but that had snapped him out of the fantasy they'd been in and made him realize he was in the same boat. Instead, he just teased and nagged at Izuku the whole way back, not letting on that he wasn't in very good shape himself, and when Izuku finally wet himself, he only begrudgingly agreed not to tell the other boys in the neighborhood about it.
He fidgeted the whole way back, and he fidgeted standing outside of Izuku’s house, waiting for the sobbing boy to go inside, and then he sprinted back home and made it just in time. For whatever reason, he remembers that as he stands there, humiliated beyond belief. Perhaps because the tables have turned, because he once stood where Izuku does now, and Izuku was the one soaked through, definitely not fighting back tears like some kind of damn weakling.
“What are you looking at?!” he asks, breaking the awkward silence between them. “Why wouldn’t you just fucking leave, like I asked?! I’ll fucking… I’ll fucking kill you! Nobody should see me like this, it shouldn’t happen!”
But Izuku only steps closer to him, a calm smile fixed on his face. As he grows near, he throws his arms open, pulling Katsuki into a tight embrace. He shushes, gently, trying to calm his friend down.
“It’s okay, Kacchan. It’s all okay. I’m not gonna tell anyone, I… well, I still owe you, remember? Not that I would anyway, but… yeah. This just makes us even, right?”
“I… I guess. Only you would remember something that long ago, you nerd. And why the fuck are you hugging me, anyway? You’re just going to get wet too, you know.”
“I know. But don’t worry about me, Kacchan, I just want to make sure you’re okay!”
“I’m not fucking okay, alright? I pissed myself. But… fuck, it’s not the end of the world, or something, I guess.” He's still pretty upset about it, but he doesn't want Izuku to think he's that torn up, because that will only make him look weaker. It has nothing to do with not wanting Izuku to worry, however.
“Let's get back to your house, alright? No one is ever home at this time, so you should be fine!”
“Who said you were coming back with me?”
“But, Kacchan, I just wanted to-”
“Whatever! Just don't make too much of a nuisance of yourself, alright?” |
A/N: Yeah, you guessed it, I wrote this one a while ago as well. Just trying to get caught up on posting things here. Blah blah, friendly reminder that I'm taking commissions, you know the drill. This one was actually written for an anonymous prompt on a kinkmeme.
There are things that one simply can’t plan for. Robin tries not to find himself in situations like this, and tries to always been multiple steps ahead of everything. But, as it turns out, that’s part of the problem; he lets himself get lost in what he’s doing, and his breaks are spread out in such a way that, should he be taken by surprise, it can become rather inconvenient.
He’s gotten rather good at ignoring the urge to piss when he’s particularly busy. Since he knows when his breaks are, he simply doesn’t bother thinking about it until the time comes, and that usually works for him. Every now and then, he’ll get distracted by a pang from his bladder, but it’s easy to slip back into whatever he’s doing.
That’s how it is one day when he’s studying a new book, one with information on historic battles, which he’s hoping he’ll be able to take some lessons from and apply to the army. He’s taking notes on a particularly interesting section when he begins to fidget without noticing at first, and when he does notice, he pauses for a moment to see how bad it’s gotten.
I can definitely finish this chapter before things get too bad, he thinks, looking ahead to see how many pages are left. With a break figured out, he pushes his need out of his mind and gets back to reading. It’s a rather lengthy chapter, but that doesn’t mean anything to him. He knows his limits so well by now that he’s always able to push them just a little bit, and he’s making so much progress that the idea of stopping seems impractical.
The next time he notices the pressure in his abdomen, he realizes that his thighs are squeezed together and that he’s crossed his legs at the ankle. So maybe it’s getting a little worse than he thought, but he’s only got a few pages left now, and he wouldn’t want to give up on it now.
It’s as he’s finishing up the chapter that he hears the scream, and by the time he’s made it out of his tent, a few of the others have already begun fighting off the Risen.
“Robin!” He looks over to see Chrom fighting, and he’s quick to join him. “Do you have a plan for this?”
“I have a few strategies, yes.”
“Can you try to get the word around, then?”
Robin nods and explains the gist of things to Chrom and the prince cuts down his foe. The two start off in opposite directions, and it’s while Robin’s running that he feels such a sharp pang that he nearly doubles over. Oh, this is very, very bad. He should have known that one day, a surprise battle would get the better of him, but he’s been so busy studying to be able to plan ahead more perfectly that somehow, he managed to land himself in this careless situation.
Well, he isn’t going to give up just yet. The battle has to be won, but if everyone goes perfectly to plan, then it won’t be so long, and if he can just manage to hold out a little bit longer...he pushes his desperation as far from his mind as he can as he communicates with as many of his soldiers as he can, and fights off any Risen that get close to him. He and Chrom reunite not long after, fighting side by side, as they always fight best. Robin often relies on tactics that involve people partnering up, and it’s yet to fail him, and he and Chrom know each other’s style backwards and forwards.
So it’s no wonder that Chrom notices a problem even though Robin thinks he’s being subtle. “Are you injured?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” At first, Robin doesn’t get it. He hasn’t had a scratch landed on him yet.
“You’re not fighting like you normally do,” Chrom replies. “If you’re injured, I can take the brunt of things.”
“I’m perfectly fine. You must be imagining things.” He says it teasingly, but in truth, Robin is worried. It’s true that his fullness is not allowing him to move as freely as he ordinarily does, and if he moves too quickly or too suddenly, his bladder protests. It wouldn’t be the worst idea to simply give Chrom cover, but he doesn’t want to admit that there’s a problem in the first place.
“If you’re sure. Just don’t overdo it, alright?” Fortunately, the battlefield is no place for long conversation, and he doesn’t have to keep trying to lie as they distract themselves with fighting.
Unfortunately for him, the battlefield is also no place to fight this sort of battle, and his bladder hurts so much that he can hardly stand it, can hardly focus on the task at hand. A mistake here could cost him- or Chrom- his life, but every time he allows his mind to drift too far from the task of simply holding it, he’s immediately and harshly distracted as he feels dangerously close to losing control.
It’s when he’s distracted, trying to think of some way to alleviate this pressure for just a little bit longer, that he makes one of those careless mistakes, and if it weren’t for Chrom, shoving him out of the way and cutting the Risen down, he knows he could have ended up seriously injured, at the very least. He’s lucky that that isn’t the case, that Chrom was watching out for him, but when he’s pushed aside, he’s so startled that he temporarily loses control, and for a moment, all he can do is frantically try to regain that control.
Robin just barely manages to stem the flow, and he knows that he’s wet now, though he can’t tell if it’s enough to be visible or not. He could kick himself for getting so distracted, and he could kick himself for not simply relieving himself as soon as the need arose, rather than ending up in a situation like this.
“Are you sure there isn’t something wrong?” asks Chrom. “This really isn’t like you.”
“I’m fine,” he says, though he’s very aware of how strained his voice sounds. He’s just barely holding on now, and though they must be down to the stragglers, he still doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to make it long enough and he’s trying very hard not to show his panic.
“I don’t think you are. Do you need to find a healer? I think I can handle myself, and the others seem to be doing fine.”
He wants to decline, to stay by Chrom’s side and finish this battle proud, but when he feels another leak threaten to escape and doubles over, he knows he doesn’t have a choice. “Alright,” he gasps. “I’ll...go do that.”
“Should I come with you? You really don’t look so good.”
He clenches his fists, resisting the urge to grab himself between the legs like some sort of child. “N-no, it’s nothing I can’t…” He starts to try to hobble away, but Chrom is right behind him.
“Let’s go find Lissa together. She needs to take a look at you. It seems like you’re getting worse.”
“Chrom, please, I don’t- ah!” He gasps, another burst escaping, and he squeezes his thighs together, once again just barely stopping it.
“Robin? What’s wrong?” He would appreciate the concern if he weren’t so desperate to get away, but he needs to get away, he needs to be alone, and Chrom won’t give him that opportunity, and he isn’t going to make it, he isn’t-
He doesn’t.
The only sound he makes is a soft whimper, and then his bladder gives out completely, a hot gush that he couldn’t hope to stop quickly flooding his pants. Chrom opens his mouth to say something, but it’s quickly obvious what’s happening and it falls shut again. The prince can only watch as his tactician absolutely humiliates himself, and Robin closes his eyes, his face burning.
It goes on for so long that it feels like an eternity, and when it’s finally over, his bladder is still sore from being so overextended. He gives a shuddering sigh before he opens his eyes, to see Chrom still gawking at him, his own cheeks slightly flushed.
“That...could have gone better,” he says, attempting to break the tension and cover just how mortified he is.
This seems to snap Chrom out of his daze and he says, “I didn’t know that was the problem. I’m sorry I was….nosy about that.”
“Well, I probably could have said something. I’m sorry that happened, I know it shouldn’t have, and I feel really stupid right now.” Robin gives an awkward laugh.
“There’s nothing you need to apologize for. The attack came out of nowhere, and you fought bravely despite your own problem. If you ask me, that’s admirable,” says Chrom.
“Maybe it is….still, I don’t think that’s a story I want passed down for the future generations.”
“Then it will just stay between us. I don’t think anyone else saw you, so please, hurry back to your tent. I can make sure everything’s fine out here.”
“Thank you,” says Robin, before quickly heading off to do as told. It’s not the ideal outcome, but he’s fortunate to have a friend like Chrom during times like that.
Still, he’s definitely going to plan more carefully in the future. |
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Fire Emblem Fates fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Captain L for editing and OmoCommando for the commissioned artwork
(Note: So this is a bit tricky. While these characters would be considered underaged in the original Japanese version, the localizations referred to them as adults given they could be married and have children. So I guess it only contains underaged wetting desperation if you believe it does?)
“Sakura?”
“Hmm?” The soft call of her name and a gentle nudge to the shoulder stirred Princess Sakura of Hoshido into the waking world. Her eyes fluttered open while she slowly sat up from her bed with a moan. She could not see the sun from her room, but knew that it had to be the early morning hours where it was only beginning to peek over the horizon.
She had expected to see Hana or Subaki, her retainers, when her eyes focused. Instead, she found Princess Elise of Nohr, dressed in her normal outfit and staring back at her with a bright smile. “Oh, Elise!” she gasped, “W-what brings you here so early?”
“Morning, Sakura,” replied Elise, “Sorry to wake you up so early, but I kinda have a big favor to ask of you.”
“A favor?” Sakura rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
Elise put her hands behind her back in an uncharacteristic display of sheepishness. “Yep. See, I was supposed to go with Midori this morning to find medicinal herbs and plants, but I think one of her nighttime brews must’ve been bad or something, because she’s definitely not feeling well today.”
“She isn’t?”
“Yeah, I went into her room a few minutes ago, and let’s just say she isn’t gonna be joining us for the next few meals.”
“Oh, that sounds awful,” said Sakura, putting a hand to her mouth. “Is there anything I can do to help her?”
“Azama’s already taking care of her, so she’ll be okay.” Elise frowned. “But we still need to gather those plants, and I’ve never been good at telling them apart on my own. I don’t wanna bring back anything poisonous by accident, or we might have a whole army of Midori’s on our hand.”
Her mind had not fully awakened, so it took a moment for Elise’s words to sink in. “A-are you asking me to help you find these plants?”
Elise held her hands up as if in prayer. “Pretty please? Xander would scold me good if I messed this up! I won’t ask you for anything like this ever again, promise!”
“E-Elise,” Sakura replied, “You don’t have to say anything like that.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
Sakura smiled. “I’d be glad to help out. I’m no Midori, but I should know which plants aren’t p-poisonous at least.”
Elise threw her arms around Sakura, pulling her into tight hug. “Oh, thank you so much, Sakura! You’re the best!”
“Th-that’s… what… friends are for…?” Sakura managed to say as her air was squeezed out.
“Whoops, sorry!” Elise let go at once. “Anyway, we should get going as soon as we can. We need those plants in by the afternoon.”
“R-right,” Sakura said once she regained her breath. “I’ll get dressed as quickly as I can. Um, c-could you please wait outside for me?”
“You got it!” said Elise, her twintails bobbing with each step as she skipped towards the door. “Thanks again!” she added as she stepped outside and shut the door.
Now alone in her room again, Sakura sighed and climbed out of bed, pausing to stretch in her white sleeping robes. It was not the most ideal way she wanted to spend her morning, but she could not complain at all if it meant spending more time with Elise.
Like the rest of her family, Princess Sakura’s life had become one twist after another. Being reunited with her long-lost sibling was only the start of events she never thought would happen; next came getting involved in a war not against the Nohrians, but allied with them against another kingdom no one had heard of until a few months ago. It was a life of drama and uncertainty, where every day could easily be her last, one very different from her structured and peaceful days in Hoshido.
But it was not all chaos and tragedy. In what felt like such a short time, Sakura had met so many new faces and made friends with a good number of them. The one friendship she never expected would happen, however, was with a princess of Nohr. Despite hailing from two very different worlds, she and Elise talked, played music, and worked together like lifelong companions. It was a bond Sakura cherished as much as her family bonds; of course she would help out if Elise needed it.
A few minutes later, Sakura had changed into her normal dress and groomed herself enough for where she was headed. She was certain it would be a fun morning, if a bit dirty.
Not far from Corrin’s castle in the astral plane was a forest home to several kinds of plants and fungi, many of which had medicinal properties that proved invaluable to the war effort. It was a regular sight to see the less combat-inclined heroes making trips there, and the realm’s relative safety from invasion meant anyone could go there with little fear of being attacked. This is where Sakura and Elise had spent the last few hours searching for herbs.
“What about this one?” asked Elise, holding up a set of twisting roots.
“Let me see.” Sakura leaned in to take a closer look. “Um, this looks l-like one of the poisonous kinds.”
Elise looked at the root with a frown. “Really? Aw man, I thought I had found a good one for sure.”
“In fact, I think this may be the same root you showed me a while ago. Three times now, actually.”
Now Elise looked at the root with raised eyes. “Jeez, maybe I shouldn’t come along for herb-finding anymore.”
Sakura giggled. “It’s okay. That’s why they make this a two-person job.”
Elise found herself giggling too. “Well, at least one of us is definitely pulling their weight. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come with me.”
“Oh, i-it’s nothing.” Sakura blushed and scratched her head at the compliment. “Everybody does so much to help out, it’s only right I t-try to do my share.”
“I think you’ve definitely done your share today. Just look at how many we found already.” Elise pointed to her horse standing nearby, with two of its saddlebags having roots and stems sticking out from being stuffed full.
“W-wow,” said Sakura, “I guess I hadn’t been paying attention.” Not when my mind has been… elsewhere, she thought. “Do you think that will be enough for the camp?”
“It might not be the numbers Midori would pull in, but I’m sure everyone will be happy with what we’ve found.”
“I sure hope so.” Sakura looked at the bags with a frown.
“Well, we can keep looking for a while longer if you think it’s not enough.”
A while longer!? “N-no! I, um, think we’re j-just fine!” blurted Sakura, eyes widened.
Elise could only blink at first. “Um, okay. Do you have somewhere you have to be later?”
Realizing her outburst, Sakura glanced away and put her hands together. “Um, y-yes, I do need to go s-somewhere soon. I should’ve said something, but it s-slipped my mind.” It was not exactly a lie, but Sakura still fretted over whether Elise would believe her or not.
Her answer came when Elise frowned and sighed. “And I was almost starting to enjoy looking for plants, too.”
It was victory, but it still pained Sakura to see her friend sound disappointed. “I’m sorry, Elise. I r-really enjoy spending time with you, but we both have our d-duties to the war. We can talk again at lunch time, I promise.”
Elise perked up a little bit. “Alright, lunchtime it is! But first, let’s get these plants back home and see if we can’t make something for Midori.” She then turned to her horse and walked forward, lightly humming while she tossed the poison root to the side.
Thank goodness we’re finally heading back. Now with no one looking at her, Sakura took up a less relaxed stance, rubbing her legs together and idly placing a hand beneath her stomach while she trailed behind Elise.
Like she had mentioned earlier, she needed to go somewhere soon, but it was a different kind of going than she had implied. In her haste to get dressed and help out Elise, she had made the decision to forgo a particularly important part of her morning ritual. At first, she had thought nothing of it; she had plenty of experience in holding for long periods of time as princess of a kingdom, a couple hours outside would surely be within her capabilities.
Her overfilled bladder told her otherwise. She had realized her mistake only an hour into their task, and it had only gotten worse over time. It took every bit of restraint she had to not dance in place like a little kid, and even then, she had to wonder if she would make it back to her personal restroom in time.
Being out in the woods with just one other person should have made this the easiest problem to deal with, but for Sakura, that path was never an option. Ever since she was a little girl, Sakura had a very tough time letting herself go anywhere but in a bathroom. It was especially a problem on camping trips with her family. The moment anyone even got near her when she was trying would cause her to close up tight enough that no liquid would escape no matter how hard she pushed. Only her mother, the only person she felt truly relaxed around no matter what, could help her calm down enough to get the job done.
Now that she was more grown and traveling with an army, she had gotten a little more used to the idea of squatting and answering nature’s call in its domain. Unfortunately, her bladder shyness was as persistent as ever; she would often have to slip far away from the others while they were at ease to take care of it, leading to some very close calls on occasion. It was immature and dangerous, but she could not see any other way to handle it.
“Whew, I feel like going back to bed,” said Elise, pulling Sakura from her focus on her bladder. “This is definitely earlier than I’m used to being up.”
“Um, m-me too,” said Sakura, “I hope you don’t have too much to do today.”
“It’s not a whole lot, but I’m gonna be on my feet all day.” Elise sighed wistfully. “That bed is gonna feel so nice later tonight.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sakura looked back at the horse following behind them. “You should ride your horse the rest of the way back. It’ll help save your strength.”
“Hee hee, it’s okay. I don’t mind walking side by side with you. Um, and besides…” Although they were alone, Elise leaned towards Sakura and whispered, “It’s hard to ride a horse when you need the little girl’s room.”
“Y-you do!?” Sakura did not mean to shout, but she was certainly surprised.
“Y-yeah, I kinda forgot to pay my morning visit to the bathroom.” Elise put one hand behind her head and the other between her legs, which were now pressed together. “Probably should’ve said something, but we were really in the plant-finding zone, and I just forgot again.”
She just forgot? Yet another thing about Elise that Sakura found strange. “W-well, do you think you can m-make it back to the castle?”
Elise shrugged. “Probably, though it’s gonna be an uncomfortable walk back.” Her hips wiggled to further emphasize her point.
It was getting a little too easy for Sakura to relate to Elise’s plight, but she did her best to remain focused. “O-okay, but if it gets to be too much, we can always stop to, um, take care of that.” She was careful with her words not just for politeness, but to keep herself from thinking too much about what “stopping” would entail.
“You know, I might just take your advice there,” said Elise, eyeing the woods just off the trail. “Oh, alright! Can you watch my horse while I, um, water the grass really quick-”
“Oh!”
As if on cue, Sakura’s bladder let off a particularly strong surge of pain. Instinct overpowered her desire for modesty, and she shoved her hands between her tightly-pressed legs, but the damage had been done. A spurt of warmth radiated from her underwear, certainly bigger than just a drop and more than enough to put Sakura in a panic. How was she ever going to make to the castle now?
“S-Sakura! What’s wrong?”
And now Elise stood in front of her with a face of pure worry on top of her plight. Never had she been in a desperate situation like this.
“I… um…” Sakura could not form any words or make eye contact. She had wanted to say that she was fine, but the strain of her predicament was too much.
With nothing else to go on, Elise’s eyes trailed down to the source of her problems, the hands pressed on her groin and the legs squeezed together. Her panicked look faded into one of realization, the look that Sakura dreaded seeing the most.
“Sakura,” asked Elise in a soft voice, “Do you… need to use the bathroom too?”
Sakura could feel tears forming in her eyes. Yet again, her situation had gotten worse; now her best friend knew about her problem and worried over her. If there was an award for the most pathetic princess, she would certainly win it.
She had to do something to at least quell Elise’s fears, but no words would leave her. All Sakura could do was nod slowly and do her best to not cry.
“Well, that’s a relief,” said Elise, returning to her smile. “I was worried it was something serious there. Come on, we’ll take a quick potty break together and be back on our way.”
“T-Together!?” exclaimed Sakura.
Elise raised an eyebrow. “Why not? It’s just the two of us, and we can hide behind different bushes or something if you want.”
Sakura turned away a little from her friend. “I… but, I can’t…”
“What do you mean you can’t?” Elise asked, but before Sakura could attempt a response, her eyelids opened up in realization again. “Sakura… do you have trouble going around others?”
The last of her secrets were finally laid bare. A tear ran down Sakura’s cheek while she nodded again, unable to lie even in the best of times.
Not that she had expected Elise to judge or mock her for it, but Sakura still felt a little better when all Elise did was gently rest her hand on Sakura’s wrist. “Can I share a secret with you?” she asked.
“A s-secret?”
Elise nodded. “When I was little, I never wanted to go anywhere but my own bathroom, just like you. In fact, we went camping one night, and I actually had an accident because I wasn’t brave enough to tinkle outside.”
“You… you did?” Sakura could not begin to imagine the cheerful and brave girl standing before her wetting herself like a toddler.
A blush grew on Elise’s cheeks. “Y-yeah, but then my big sis Camilla taught me some tricks on how to make yourself go anywhere, even around other people. I haven’t had an accident since then.”
Sakura did not need to hear what Elise had to say next. “I… I don’t know if they would w-work on me.”
“Please, Sakura?” Elise put on a pair of puppy-dog eyes. “You looked like you were in pain just now, and I don’t want you to end up hurting yourself.”
There it was, the one thing Sakura couldn’t stand the most: other people worrying for her sake. Still, even with Elise’s friendly offer, she was filled with doubt. Tricks to make her go anywhere? It sounded too good to be true, and even if it wasn’t, it would mean she’d probably have to do it right next to Elise. The thought alone made her urethra clamp up tighter than she could have managed on her own.
Then again, what did she have to lose now? Elise had just witnessed her nearly lose control, and then figured out her embarrassing secret. Even if Elise never said a word, somewhere down the line, someone else would find out, then more still unless she did something about it now. Besides, they were in the middle of a war, and things would only get more dangerous from here. The sooner she attempted to learn how to do this, the less of a burden she would be to the rest of the army.
Sakura took a breath and closed her eyes before respond. “Okay, I’ll d-do it.”
“You will? Great!” said Elise. “Can you walk, or do you just want to do it here?”
At that point, Sakura noticed that the the painful pulse that had rocked her body had died away, allowing her to relax her legs a little. Though it was just the two of them, she was certainly not about to do it on a trail where they could be easily spotted. “L-Let’s go behind a tree.”
Giving a nod, Elise tugged on Sakura’s wrist and stepped forward, pulling the pink-headed princess with her. They walked only a little ways off the path and behind a set of trees and bushes before coming to a stop.
“Is this a good spot?” asked Elise, letting go of Sakura’s wrist.
“Um, yes,” replied Sakura. As good as I could hope for out here, at least.
“Okay, then let’s get started right away. First step: Take off your undies!”
What courage Sakura had mustered turned right back into panic. “T-take them… off!?” she stammered.
“Of course. You can’t tinkle with them still on, you know,” said Elise like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“B-but… off?” Sakura gulped. “As in… all the way off?”
“Yep! If you wanna learn how to go near others, you gotta commit to it.” Elise turned around and reached her hands underneath her dress. “I’m gonna take mine off too, just to be fair. Now hurry before your bladder gets started without us.”
Not wanting to watch her friend undress like a peeping tom, Sakura turned around and twiddled her thumbs. Did she really have to remove her underwear entirely? It seemed so improper and embarrassing to do something like that in the open. Still, she would have to expose herself to answer nature’s call anyway, and if Elise could do it without thinking twice, then maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. If it was the only way, then she would do whatever it took.
Putting her determined face back on, Sakura’s hands hooked underneath her red skirt and grabbed her underwear on both sides. She paused to take a breath, then slowly but surely tugged downwards, the edges peeling off her thighs before pulling the rest of the garment with it. Soon, her cherry-red panties had gone below her skirt, the only thing amiss being the wet patch at the bottom.
Halfway there now, Sakura kept pulling down, having to put a little more effort into getting it past her socks and sandals. Once past her knees, she raised one foot up and through the hole, then did the same with the other so as not to get them dirty. She would still have to wear them once this was over, after all.
Sakura held her underwear up in front of her. She could hardly believe it, but she was now bottomless out in the open. The sensation of her skirt touching bare skin and the open air gently caressing her sensitive places made her feel like fainting from embarrassment, but it also made her need to go more apparent than ever.
“Um, they’re off n-now,” she called out.
“They are? Good job!” said Elise behind her. “Could you hand them to me now?”
“B-but why?” Sakura turned around, doing her best to keep eye contact and not glance downward.
“It’s for safekeeping. You’ll get them right back once we’re done here, I promise.” Elise held out her free hand while her other hand held her frilly black bloomers. How she was able to pull them past her boots so quickly, Sakura was not about to ask.
“O-okay. Here you go,” said Sakura as she placed them in Elise’s hand.
“Thanks!” Turning around, Elise carefully hung both panties on a nearby tree branch. Sakura worried that she would have made a comment on the wet patch, but it never came.
“S-so, what do we do n-next?” asked Sakura, now back to fidgeting and playing with her skirt.
Elise first answered by putting her own hands on her skirt and turning a little to the side. “Next step is to get into place, so pull up your skirt and squat down.”
Sakura averted her eyes as Elise did just that. How her friend could be so brazen with this was something she could never understand. Rather than joining her right away, Sakura stared off at nothing in particular while keeping a death grip on her dress.
“What’s wrong?” asked Elise, “You’re not thinking about trying it standing up, are you?”
“N-n-no!” Sakura shook her head. “I-I just… c-can you promise me y-you won’t look when I…”
“I can close my eyes if you want.”
“T-thank you,” said Sakura.
Accepting that was as good as she would get for privacy, Sakura lifted her skirt and crouched into a squat, her bottom hovering less than a foot from the ground with her legs spread shoulder-width apart. She was fully exposed now, with nothing to block anyone from getting a good view of down there, but she trusted Elise to not peek, and it would ensure her legs and feet would not get wet in the process.
Here she was, in the best time and place for her to pee given her situation. But just as she expected, the waves of urine that were threatening to spill out of her mere moments ago no longer could, like an invisible seal had been placed around her bladder.
“Okay, I’m here. What do I do now?” she asked, glancing towards Elise. As promised, her eyes were closed, giving Sakura a little reason to relax. She repaid her friend by doing her best to not look downward herself.
“The key to letting it go is to relax,” said Elise, “Don’t force it out, just let it come out on its own.”
Relaxing with her unmentionables visible to the whole world with the intention of urinating? It seemed more impossible than winning the war all by herself. “And h-how do I r-relax?” she asked.
“You do meditation, right?”
“Y-yes, I do.”
“It’s kind of like that. Just close your eyes and take some slow, deep breaths through your nose.”
“O-okay. I’ll try.” Sakura let her eyes fall shut and took in a long breath.
“Just like that,” she heard Elise say, “Breathe in… and out again. Clear your mind, and focus only on your breathing and senses.”
Clear my mind? wondered Sakura. Was that even possible for her right now? Sure, it was an easy feat to achieve for her during her regular meditation, but the circumstances here were far different, the biggest one being her lack of underwear. Still, she had to give it her best shot, for the alternative was unacceptable.
And so, Sakura kept up her slow breathing and tried her hardest to focus only on what her senses told her. Birds chirping and tree branches swaying back and forth. The smell of leaves and earth from pulling up plants. The light breeze blowing across her face and tickling her- Eep! Maybe not think about that.
Despite that interrupting thought, Sakura had to admit the meditating was helping. Her heart no longer pounded in her chest from embarrassment and worry, and she was actually getting a little used to her position, her tired leg muscles and revealing squat notwithstanding.
But even in this relaxed state, Sakura had still not managed to let out a single drop of pee. The worry slowly crept back into her mind, along with a bit of frustration. It felt so close to making its way out, but those subconscious fears were not giving up. All it would probably take was a little something more to break that last barrier and get the flow going.
But what would that something be? Her first thought was maybe if she heard or saw someone else peeing, it would encourage her to do the same. Curiously, she had not heard Elise relieving herself, so it was something to try. Unfortunately, past experience told her that would not work; back when they were kids, not even watching Hinoka pull her underwear down and tinkle like it was no big deal would help her do the same.
If only her mother were here to help her. There was just something about her presence that made Sakura feel like she could be brave enough to do something like that. Her soothing voice, her gentle smile, the warmth of her hand…
Sakura opened her eyes, now knowing what was missing. Would Elise be okay with something like that, though? It was such a personal thing to ask her, yet she felt that if anything was going to make her finally go, it would be this.
“Um, E-Elise?” she asked.
Elise turned towards her, still keeping her eyes shut. “Yes?”
“I, um, w-would, er, I mean…” it was a hard thing to conceive for her, let alone say.
Sakura felt a gloved hand feeling around her leg until it rested on her knee. “It’s okay, Sakura. You can just say it, I know you can.”
Those words were all she needed to hear. Taking a breath to steel herself, Sakura finally let them leave her lips.
“C-can we… hold h-hands?”
She wanted to bury her head in her hands and shrink away, pretending that she had not just said that. But that was not what a princess was supposed to do. She had to own up to what she said, no matter what happened next.
“Sure thing, Sakura.”
Not that she would not have been either way, but Sakura could not help but be shocked. Elise accepted her request, no questions asked? Never would she have believed that to happen, yet there was Elise lifting her hand and holding it in the air for her. She could almost believe it to be a dream if not for the pain in her legs and bladder. Whether it was a dream or not, Sakura knew she could not back out now; it was her only hope.
At a snail’s pace, Sakura lifted a hand from her skirt and towards Elise’s. She had expected the gloved hand to retract like it had touched something hot when she first made contact, but it stayed right where it was. Just like how she did it with her mother, Sakura’s fingers intertwined with Elise’s until they rested on the back of Elise’s hand.
In just a few seconds, the temperature on Sakura’s cheeks grew even higher. She was holding Elise’s hand! Yes, it was underneath a thick glove, but the effect was just the same. Never had she done this with anyone outside her family, not even her retainers.
It was almost too much for her to take, the thoughts and emotions now whirling through her mind. And yet, amidst all the chaos was a calm center, not unlike the eye of a storm. It came from the sense of relaxation and safety she felt from holding another person’s hand back when she was just a little girl. Pleasant memories of meeting new friends, walking through a park, or simply relaxing in a garden with her family, rose up and lifted the fog of fear inside her.
The feeling that Elise really was there to help her fully sunk in, and a lot of things did not matter to Sakura anymore. Not her nudity, embarrassment, or shyness. She felt like she could do anything with Elise by her side, maybe even...
“Hah!?”
Sakura squeezed Elise’s hand. Her nether regions grew wet and warm as a spurt leaked out of her and onto the ground, the leak ending as quickly as it began. It had happened; she had managed to pee next to another person. It was only just a little, but that was further than she had ever gotten before with anyone aside from her mother.
Her once-peaceful mind now ran wild with thoughts and questions. Was the barrier finally broken? Had Elise’s techniques actually worked, or was it simply because her bladder could not hold it any longer? Would she actually keep peeing, or would this be all that she can manage?
Her answer came only a few seconds later. This time, it didn’t catch her by surprise; Sakura could feel the subtle contractions of something moving through her down there. Sure enough, another dribble of urine soon escaped from her, making a soft but noticeable pitter-patter as it landed on the ground. It also ended after less than a second, but now Sakura could feel even more on the way, and it would probably not stop.
“E-Elise…” whispered Sakura.
“What is it?” asked Elise.
“I… I’m g-going to…”
“Just let it happen, Sakura. You’ve earned it.”
Elise was right, she realized. She had come so far already, and there was no stopping it regardless. The only thing she could do was sit and wait for it to happen. Sakura then closed her eyes and allowed to let it come on its own.
And then, it finally happened. It began as a soft dribble, some of trailing down Sakura’s privates and dripping onto the ground, but most pushing out through the air before it landed a small ways from her. Sakura squeaked at the first bit of the golden liquid leaving her, the last bit of restraint in her subconscious mind begging her to stop it and wait for a bathroom. However, the more it came out, the more she got used to it, and the further her muscles relaxed, allowing the pee stream to grow stronger and relax her further.
I.. I’m doing it, thought Sakura. I’m… relieving myself with someone else. What had been unthinkable mere minutes ago was now reality, yet Sakura did not feel the least bit mortified or shameful about it. A bit embarrassed, sure, but it was nothing that no one in the world did not have to go through at some point in their lives. Aside from this, she could not deny the relaxing and pleasing sensations now radiating from her groin, replacing the awful fullness that had been the source of so much worry in her life.
Despite her proper upbringing, the shy and modest Sakura could not resist a moan of pleasure, her only restraint coming from keeping her mouth closed. Preserving her pure image was the last thing on her mind at this moment. For the first time since her mother, she had found someone she could let herself go with, and the feeling could only be described as sheer bliss.
At least, for a little while. As the high of relief tapered off, the logical parts of Sakura’s mind returned to her. She had been peeing for quite a while, and yet had not checked her stream for the sake of hygiene and good aim. As embarrassing as it was, she had to take at least one look.
Fluttering her eyes open, Sakura soon discovered she did not have to look straight down to see nature in action. A powerful stream of gold shot out strong enough to produce a hiss from down there. It landed a good distance from her legs, already creating quite the impressive puddle with a strong smell to boot, the sound of liquid hitting hard ground gradually changing as it grew muddier.
Oh… oh my. All that was inside me? Sakura thought as she could only stare at her stream. She knew for some time that her bathroom visits could get rather noisy and lengthy, but actually seeing it for herself was still quite the surprise. Maybe it was for the best that she didn’t join the rest of the army for their pee breaks. Surely, no one else could make a volume like this.
She was immediately proven wrong. Out the corner of her eye, Sakura spotted a second stream of pee landing not far from hers, just as powerful, golden, and robust as her own. It was quickly followed by a new hissing noise and a happy “hahhh” from next to her, adding to a symphony Sakura thought was too noisy already.
Eep! Sakura averted her eyes to the corner. Watching herself go was one thing, but Elise had promised to not look at her peeing. It was only right that she didn’t look either, not that she wanted to see it in the first place.
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Even though she had expected a lengthy relief, Sakura was still surprised and a bit bashful with how long her pee took. It had to have been about a minute since it started, yet her stream felt and sounded no weaker than when it hit full strength. From the sound of things, Elise was not having a mere tinkle, either, for the hissing was as strong as ever, and she continued to let out little noises of satisfaction at her emptying bladder. Not that Sakura could blame her; she could not resist the occasional whimper or hum herself, in spite of the growing awkwardness.
But every beginning has its end, and Sakura’s trail of urine started its decline before too long. Soon, it was little more than a light trickle with a weak trail running down her groin, and then just a few drops, her pee effectively finished. Elise’s pee faded out around the same time as well, the words “much better” breathlessly leaving her lips as it came to a stop. It was a bit embarrassing for Sakura to find out how much more urine she could store than her friend. Then again, maybe Elise wasn’t as bursting to go as she was.
Whatever the case, she had other things to worry about, first and foremost finding something to clean herself with up. As fate would have it, right next to her foot was a set of fallen leaves Sakura knew from experience to be safe. Letting go of Elise’s hand, she grabbed them and held a couple in front of her friend.
“H-here you go,” said Sakura.
“Huh?” Elise opened her eyes. “Oh, thanks, Sakura!”
Only the sound of ruffling could be heard as the girls went about getting clean. The leaves were not the most comfortable, but they got the job done, and were soon discarded on the ground. They stood up afterwards, letting their skirts fall and giving them some modesty again.
“I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot better after that,” said Elise, staring at the massive puddle before them.
Sakura found herself fidgeting with her skirt again. “Um, m-may I have my s-smallclothes back, please?”
“Oh, right! Almost forgot.” Elise walked over and grabbed their underwear from the branch, then returned Sakura’s panties to her.
“Th-thank you.” They slipped them back on, Sakura noting that the wetness on the crotch had dried to a light damp feeling. She would still change into a new pair back home, but at last she wouldn’t be bottomless anymore.
And with that, she realized, it was over. Sakura had just peed outside with another person, something she thought was simply impossible a few minutes ago.
“So, how do you feel?” asked Elise.
“Um, I don’t know,” replied Sakura.
“Hee hee, it’s okay. I felt the same way my first time, too. It gets easier the more you do it, though.”
“I hope so.” Sakura put on a small smile, hands together on her skirt. “But, thank you so much for h-helping me do that. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
Elise rubbed the back of her head. “Aw, it was nothing. All I did was tell you how to do it. The rest of it came from inside you, Sakura. Literally even, hee hee!”
“Still, I don’t know how I could ever make it up to you.”
At this, Elise put a finger to her chin. “Well, there is one thing you can do.”
“What is it?” asked Sakura.
The blush on Elise’s face returned. “Well, I said I haven’t had any accidents since I learned Camilla’s tricks, but sometimes it’s still hard for me to go around others, especially with the rest of the camp.”
Yet another surprising revelation from her best friend. “B-but what can I do to help with that?” she asked.
It took a few seconds for Elise to respond. “Whenever the army goes on potty break, c-can we go together like this?”
Together? With everyone!? The thought put Sakura’s relaxed heart back into a panic. Peeing with one person was bad enough, but with the rest of the ladies in the army? She could practically faint from the idea.
But then she remembered the soothing feeling of holding Elise’s hand, and how all those fears and doubts faded away in those moments. If it worked for her just now, then maybe…
“Okay, I’ll go with you,” Sakura replied.
“You will? Thanks a bunch, Sakura!” Elise pulled her into a hug. “We’re gonna be the best tinkle buddies, you’ll see!”
“P-please don’t call it that!”
The war would drag on for a long time, taking the armies through new lands and endless waves of combat and shocking revelations. They marched on, never knowing what new challenges awaited them every day.
But there was one constant among the ranks. Whenever the troops would stop and disperse to relieve themselves, Sakura and Elise could be found huddled in a squat with their backs turned to the rest of the women, their hands held together while a yellow stream trickled from beneath their skirts, both of them wearing a smile the whole time. In times of war, even the smallest of comforts could mean a lot, and the girls found that there were few comforts better than being able to relax and let go with another friend no matter what.
Edited November 28, 2017 by MasterXploder
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P-Support Achieved 2: A Pee in Peace
Fire Emblem Fates Fanfiction by MasterXploder
Commissioned by Night Rain
With thanks to Captain L for editing
“Sakura!”
Elise couldn’t contain herself as the red-and-white clad princess of Hoshido came into view. Skipping right up to her, Elise threw her arms around Sakura before she had the chance to slip away.
“O-Oh! E-Elise!?” she squeaked out, her cheeks already turning red from the contact.
“I’m so glad you could make it. The banquet wouldn’t have been the same without you!” Elise continued, rubbing her cheek against Sakura’s shoulder.
“I’m… glad you’re here... too,” Sakura squeezed out with what little breath she had left.
“Oh, whoops!” Elise withdrew her arms and put them behind her back. “Eh heh, so how have you been? I hope the trip here wasn’t too rough for you.”
Sakura took the chance to catch her breath and shake her head. “No, it was alright. I enjoyed looking at all the sights along the way, and I had friends to talk with the whole time.”
Elise giggled. “Well, now you have me to hang out with! I’ve got a ton of things to talk about with you.”
“M-Me too,” said Sakura with a smile, “I hope my stories will be as interesting as yours.”
“Of course they will! You’re the one telling them, after all.”
Sakura’s cheeks gained a hint of pink. “R-Really? I’m… glad to hear that.”
“Yup!” Elise nodded, then held out a hand. “Now come on, let’s find somewhere to sit down and catch up.”
Sakura lifted her hand, albeit more slowly, and placed it in Elise’s. “I would love that very much.”
With that, Elise lead the way into the party, a yearly banquet to celebrate the peace between Hoshido and Nohr. Held near the border of both kingdoms, it was the ideal place for the royal families and war veterans alike to reunite and catch up on each other’s lives.
Elise planned on doing just that. While there were others from Hoshido she wanted to speak with, Sakura was the most important by far. The bond she formed with her was stronger than with anyone else outside her family, enough to make Sakura her best friend with no contest. Nothing was going to stop her from reconnecting with her.
“Hmm?”
Elise came to a stop as her body reminded her of something very important that she was supposed to take care of before this banquet. Uh oh, I forgot to tinkle, she thought with a frown.
Ever since she was young, Elise had been aware that her bladder was the smallest of the family. Whenever they had to travel, she was often the one to call for a bathroom break, while being close to bursting most of the time. Taking part in the war against Valla helped her build up some strength, but there were plenty of close calls and swapped underwear when nobody was looking.
Were it not for all the people in the large hall, Elise would have put a hand between her legs and hopped a little in response, such was her need to go. However, she was not about to whine and make a run for the bathroom. That was something a child would do, and Elise was a proper adult. She would hold it just like anyone else would and only excuse herself if someone else asked first.
“Is s-something wrong?”
Especially around her best friend.
“Oh! N-Nothing’s wrong!” Elise turned to Sakura. “I was just, um, trying to think of the best place for us to sit!” Elise tugged on her hand and led them away again. “Here, that table there looks good, just for the two of us.”
“Oh! Okay then,” Sakura replied.
Elise could apologize later. First, she needed to sit down at the table she had picked. That way, she could hide her twisting legs and pressed hand to her bladder. It wouldn’t be easy, but if her big sister could go entire dinners without excusing herself, than she had to learn to do it, too. She’d show everyone here just how much of a grown-up she had become, no matter what.
As it turned out, being an adult was a lot harder than she expected.
A couple hours had passed since Elise and Sakura took their seats. It was a pleasant time at first, with good food, refreshing drinks, and plenty of fun conversation. Even in peaceful times, there was still plenty of work to do and little adventures to go on in both kingdoms. Even the boring stuff turned out fun to tell to a good friend.
But as time dragged on, Elise found it harder and harder to focus on all the fun. Instead, she was too busy worrying about how full her bladder had gotten. It was so painful having to hold it all in now, let alone keep it hidden from Sakura.
“Is something wrong, Elise?”
“Huh?” Elise only now realized she hadn’t been paying attention the last few seconds. “Um, n-nothing’s wrong! I just, er, had too much to eat. I’m stuffed!” She patted her stomach for emphasis.
“Mmm, me too, n-now that you mention it.” From across the table, Elise could see Sakura moving to hold her stomach, or something near it, at least. “I’m gonna have to go right back to my diet tomorrow.”
“Same here, but I definitely don’t regret it right now. This is the best meal I’ve had in a long time!”
“It is?” Sakura frowned again. “Have you been eating well back home?”
“Kinda,” said Elise. “Sometimes, we’re so busy taking care of things in Nohr that we don’t have time to sit down for a proper meal. We’ll just snack on some fruit and get back to work.”
“I’m sorry to h-hear that.”
Elise shrugged. “It’s alright. Reforming a kingdom is a lot of hard work, but it’s super worth it to see everybody smiling and living well.”
Sakura nodded. “Just remember to m-make some free time for yourself. It’ll make a lot of difference when you get older.”
“I hear that,” Elise said with a giggle. “Xander and Camilla have already been talking to me about some of my responsibilities now that I’m a little older.” She leaned in and spoke at a softer volume. “They’ve even been talking to me about marriage.”
“M-Marriage?” Sakura’s eyes widened. “Are you r-really…?”
“Oh gosh, no!” Elise shook her head. “At least, not right now. They’ve just been saying that I’m getting to that age where people are going to ask for my hand, and I should only marry someone I know for sure I want to share my life with.”
“Oh.” Sakura’s face relaxed. “Ryoma’s been telling me the same thing, too. He said not to let anything but love determine who I wed, and especially not to let others pressure me into it.”
“Good to know we’re both getting the same good advice,” Elise said with a giggle. She leaned back, hands pressed into her lap. “But if I’m gonna marry someone, they gotta be someone special.”
Sakura nodded. “I would want to marry someone special, too. Someone who c-cares for me and makes me happy just thinking about them.”
“When you put it that way, marriage just sounds like another form of friendship,” said Elise with a cheeky grin. “In fact, it almost sounds like you and I could be married!”
“Huh!?” Sakura hunched forward and looked down, her whole body suddenly going tense.
“Oh, I was just joking, Sakura!” Elise put her hands up. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that!”
“Mmm, n-no, it’s not that,” mumbled Sakura, still looking down and fidgeting.
Elise turned her head. “Then what’s wrong?”
Sakura looked around to make sure they were alone, then leaned in and whispered. “I, um… r-really need the bathroom.”
You too!? Elise almost blurted out. She had been so preoccupied with her own need, she didn’t think that anyone else would share in her plight.
“I-I’m sorry for mentioning that,” Sakura continued, pushing her chair back. “I’ll e-excuse myself now.”
“Wait, Sakura!” said Elise. “It’s fine. Actually, I could really use the bathroom, too.”
“You do?” Sakura’s eyes went wide next.
Elise wiggles in her seat, her cheeks gaining a bit of pink as well. “Pretty bad, actually. You wanna go together?”
“Um… sure,” said Sakura as she stood up, “D-Do you know where it is?”
“Nope, but I’m sure we’ll find it in no time.” Elise stood up and grabbed Sakura’s hand. “Now let’s go. This party isn't as fun on a full bladder!”
“A-Are you sure there’s one near here?”
“Um, I, uh…” Elise looked at the walls of the corridor they had just rounded the corner to. She had expected to see a door with a sign reading “lavatory” on it, but no such thing could be found. “I could’ve sworn the bathroom was right here.”
“Mmmm, I was hoping so, too” said Sakura, wiggling her hips now that she was alone with a trusted friend. “Did we make a w-wrong turn somewhere?”
“Ehhh, maybe?” said Elise. “Come on, let’s keep going. There’s gotta be one somewhere!” At least, that’s what she hoped. She had no idea what she would do if they couldn’t find one.
As much as Elise didn’t want to admit, she might have to face that reality soon. Her bladder felt so full, it was getting difficult to even walk without keeping her legs locked together. She could not remember needing to pee so badly since her childhood, and that unfortunate camping incident that led to her wetting herself in front of her whole family.
But it wasn’t just herself she was worried for. She had seen Sakura suffering just as much out of the corner of her eyes. The whimpering, lip-biting, and stiff walking tugged at her heartstrings not unlike the way seeing her friends get hurt in the war did. She could never forgive herself if Sakura were to have an accident because of her getting them lost.
“Come on, let’s keep going! We gotta find one sooner or later!” she declared, marching down the hall. And I really hope it’s sooner!
And so, their desperate search continued for a little longer. They walked down more halls and rooms, each looking like the last, their pace growing slower by the minute. Despite doing what she could to stay positive, Elise could not but feel more hopeless with each door passed.
“Come on, please be right around here,” she mumbled as she turned the handle to the latest door. It swung open, but to their dismay, it was not a toilet. Instead, the girls looked into a small courtyard, just big enough to house a statue, a couple bushes, and a tiny tree in the corner. A stone wall overlooked a cliff leading straight down, allowing the setting sun to bathe the whole place in an orange light.
“Aw, man,” Elise said with a frown. “Let’s find another-“
“Aah!”
“Sakura!?” Elise turned towards her friend. Sakura stood with her eyes shut, hands firmly between her legs and hips pushed back. Worst of all, a single drop could be seen on the floor between her feet.
“I… d-don’t think I can make it,” she managed to say, a glint of tears squeezing through her eyelids.
Seeing her best friend in such pain proved too much for Elise. In that moment, avoiding her own accident didn’t matter anymore. She had to save Sakura from an embarrassing fate, and if they couldn’t find a bathroom, they would just have to use the next best thing.
“Quick, come this way!” Elise grabbed Sakura’s wrist and pulled her into the courtyard.
“Wha-What!?” Sakura gasped. “Where are we going?”
“We’re going right here!” said Elise as they reached their destination: the set of bushes in the corner. As Elise had hoped, they were set up perfectly for someone to squat between them and not be seen. Unfortunately, they were too tightly packed for more than one person at a time, so they would have to take turns, and Elise had already decided who would go first.
“Quick, crouch down in here. I’ll stand watch so nobody sees you,” Elise continued.
“Go… here!?” Sakura’s face turned pale behind her red cheeks. “B-But this is someone’s castle. I-I can’t…”
“Sakura, please.“ Elise looked her in the eyes. “I really don’t want you to hurt yourself or have an accident. You can do this just this once, and we’ll apologize to them later, okay?”
Sakura looked from Elise to the bushes, and back again. “Okay, I’ll d-do it,” she said with a small nod.
Elise smiled at her success. “Okay, hurry, before it’s too late!” she replied, nudging Sakura into moving.
“A-Alright.” Sakura shuffled into the bushes, grabbing the end of her skirt along the way.
Meanwhile, Elise did as she said and turned to face the doorways. She kept an eye to the doorways and an ear open in case Sakura needed help. All the while, her legs moved on their own, wiggling and squeezing together. The knowledge of relief being so close made her hold feel more tenuous than before; she knew she wasn’t leaving this yard without an empty bladder.
Even so, Sakura remained her main concern. Elise couldn’t stop herself from wondering if she was going to be fine, or if she could even make herself go. She had no idea if her friend had gotten over her shy bladder from back then.
“Aah!”
Elise’s ears perked up at Sakura’s gasp. She turned her head towards the bushes and opened her mouth to ask if she was okay.
Her answer came in the sound of a pitter-patter of something hitting the grass. It was a faint, but steady noise, one that grew louder over time. The next thing she heard was a long sigh, light and quivering at first, but turning steady by the end.
Elise didn’t need to hear anything else to know what was happening. Sakura had managed to make herself go, and was enjoying the pleasure of letting out so much into the grass. Even her shy nature was not enough to stop her from voicing her pleasure, at least at first.
Elise smiled to herself again, knowing her friend would be okay tonight. Strangely enough, she couldn’t stay happy for long. As she kept listening to Sakura’s piddling, another feeling crept up inside her. She had the desire to turn around and check on her friend, even though she doubted Sakura was having trouble of any kind. It was a weird idea, peeping on her friend relieving herself, and yet she found it a little too alluring to resist.
As quietly as she could, Elise turned and crept up to the bushes. She paused to contemplate what she was doing for only a second before leaning in.
She had to stop herself from gasping at what she saw. There was Sakura, squatting in the bushes, her back turned to Elise. This was a scandalous view enough, but what really caught Elise’s attention was at the ground level, turning her cheeks bright red. The yellow stream she had expected to see was right there between Sakura’s legs, spraying the ground without abandon, its true source just hidden by her skirt. Already, a sizable puddle formed, changing the sound of her piddling in subtle ways.
Poor Sakura must have been at her very limit when she finally let go, Elise surmised, but there was no mistaking the satisfaction in her body language. Her shoulders were relaxed, and her breathing had become steady, save for the occasional sigh. Elise couldn’t see her face, but she knew Sakura probably had a soft smile and red cheeks while she peed.
Elise knew she should have been grossed out or ashamed of intruding on a friend’s privacy, yet she couldn’t pull herself away. For whatever reason known only to the gods, watching Sakura stirred up some strange feelings in her, not unpleasant but still a bit weird. It was like happiness mixed with a kind of longing. She wanted more, to see Sakura from the front, her eyes closed and mouth turned up in pleasure while all that pesky pee left her body at long last...
“Eep!”
Elise’s bladder mistook her fantasizing for reality. A big spurt of warmth hit her underwear out of nowhere, snapping her back to the present at once. All thoughts of continuing to watch Sakura go went out of her head, instead replaced with doing anything she can to stop herself from joining in the relief too soon.
Elise turned around, locked her legs together from the knees up, lifted her skirt up just a little, and shoved her hands to her girlhood as hard as she could. Closing her eyes, she began the biggest potty dance of her life since her childhood. Her legs twisted, hips wiggled, teeth pressed into her lower lip, and feet hopped without shame, all in one last attempt to keep it all in for just a little longer.
But no matter how much she danced, how loud she whimpered, or how tightly she held her groin, she could feel her strength failing. She couldn’t hold on anymore, especially not after letting her bladder get so full and having to watch and listen to Sakura enjoying her piddling right next to her.
Once she felt her gloves growing wet and warm, Elise knew it was over. She brought her dance to a stop, lifted her skirt up, closed her eyes, and let her leak turn into a full accident.
With her dress held up, the sun’s rays were able to hit everywhere normally hidden. Elise’s black bloomers gained an obvious gleam in the light, as did the golden stream falling straight down from the center, piddling at the ground between her shoulder-width feet. Shiny trails ran down her legs and into her boots, where she felt her socks and feet growing wet from her gross bodily fluids.
Emotions of all kind flooded Elise’s mind as she flooded her clothes. Relief and disbelief, elation and humiliation, but the biggest one of all was failure. It weighed her down harder than her bladder did at its fullest, the wet feelings, noises, and smell only reinforcing how pathetic she felt. Had she even grown up a little bit since her accident-prone youth?
Then again, what else did she deserve? Elise had betrayed a friend’s trust and watched her do something very personal. She couldn’t think of a better punishment than to pee herself so close to relief.
“Oh!”
Elise opened her eyes at the gasp and discovered she had turned herself around in her potty dancing. Sakura stood in front of her, with a hand over her mouth and her eyes locked onto Elise’s lower half. She could see every last detail of Elise’s failure, from the soaking she gave her legs and undies, to her red, whimpering, sad face. There was only one way Elise could react when faced with such shame.
“Waaaaaaahhhhh!”
Just like with her bladder, Elise couldn’t hold back the flow of liquids, this time from her eyes. Tears ran down her cheeks as freely as pee down her legs, while she bawled without any sense of dignity.
“E-Elise! Please don’t cry!” yelled Sakura, holding her hands out.
“Why shouldn’t I? I just had an accident in front of my best friend!” Elise blubbered.
“It’s okay, really! Th-these can happen to a-anyone. I can get you cleaned up right away!”
Elise shook her head. “But it didn’t happen to anyone, it happened to me! I’m supposed to b-be an adult and get m-married and l-lead a kingdom, but how can I do that when I can’t even hold my pee-pee like one!?”
Elise continued to cry, her tears still flowing from her shut eyes after her stream of pee finally petered out. She would have stayed like that for a long time, if not for a pair of hands gently grabbing on to each of her wrists.
“W-wha?” Elise opened her eyes and found Sakura standing close to her.
“I think you’re a good adult, Elise,” Sakura said with a smile.
“You do?” asked Elise.
Sakura nodded. “I’ve always thought you were m-mature since the war ended. You’re always looking out for everyone and w-wanting to make others happy. You even let s-someone go first before you did, even when you were about to wet yourself. That was a very grown-up thing to do.”
“I… I guess so.” Elise looked down at the mess she made. “But I really should’ve gone sooner. I j-just wanted to show myself that I had grown up a lot.”
“It’s okay,” said Sakura, “I-I made the same mistake as you, and, um, if it makes you feel any better, I… didn’t m-make it entirely.”
“H-huh? What do you mean?”
Sakura let go and stepped back, grabbing the end of her skirt. She paused to look away and take a breath before slowly pulling it upwards.
Elise’s eyes went wide as saucers upon seeing Sakura’s red panties. A sizeable wet patch stuck out at the crotch, not big enough to be considered an accident, but a very close call regardless. A bit of moisture gathered on the very bottom as well, evidence that she had nothing to wipe with before pulling them back up. Anyone would be uncomfortable and self-conscious wearing them, to say the least.
Elise could only imagine the amount of courage it took for the shy, modest princess to do something like this. Maybe this was why she couldn’t take her eyes off what should have been a gross sight. Then again, the mix of a dark spot against the bright red and the shine on her pale thighs brought that fuzzy feeling throughout Elise’s body again, keeping her staring long after she needed to.
“S-Sakura,” she mumbled, her eyes becoming cloudy.
“I’m sorry.” Sakura lowered her skirt again, much to Elise’s disappointment. “If I could have held it just a little longer, then maybe…”
“Don’t do that!” interrupted Elise.
“H-huh?” Sakura looked back to Elise.
“None of this was your fault. You don’t have a thing to apologize for!” Elise looked down at the puddle on the grass that she still stood in. “This was all my fault. I should’ve said something a lot sooner, and then I got us lost. I made for a bad tinkle buddy tonight.”
“Um, I wouldn’t say that,” said Sakura.
“Huh? But you had to go in the bushes and got your panties wet because of me.”
“Mmm, that’s true.” Sakura’s hand went to play with her skirt. “But, do you remember during the war when we used to… r-relieve ourselves together?”
How could Elise forget? Those moments in the day when she and Sakura squatted and held hands, relaxing enough to let their bladders empty on the ground together; she would never admit it, but they had become a guilty pleasure of hers that she looked back on with fondness.
“Um, sure, I remember that,” she replied.
“Well, it was because you were there that I was able to let myself go around everyone else.” Sakura had to look away again. “And, I think that if you weren’t here, I w-wouldn’t have been able to use the bushes, either.”
Sakura’s words hit Elise with the power of Brynhildr. To think that she had such an impact on her friend even now…
“Here, w-we should get cleaned up.” Sakura stepped forward and held out a hand. “I know where we are now. My room isn’t too far from here.”
“Oh, y-yeah.” Elise snapped out of her thoughts. She pulled off a wet glove and tucked it under her arm, then took Sakura’s hand. With only Sakura wearing a glove, this was the most intimate they had ever held hands. Elise wanted to hold on forever, but she had to put that feeling aside for now. First, she needed a good bath and some clean undies, and she knew Sakura would be happy to give her both.
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P-Support Achieved 3:Letting it Out
Fire Emblem Fates fanfiction by MasterXploder
Commissioned by Night Rain
With thanks to Sake and Biku for editing
Red hair. Delicate, smooth skin. A gentle smile with a modest posture. Pinkish eyes holding a soft contentment with the world.
Even from a distance, Elise could admire Sakura's natural beauty as one admired some well-kept flowers, enough to make her stare for more than a bit. How could she not, though? These diplomatic meetings between Hoshido and Nohr in Corrin's Astral Planes castle only happen every couple of months or so.
Sitting at a table in a flower garden, Elise sighed to herself. Yep, she liked Sakura. Like-liked, even. She'd had enough time since that incident at the banquet to sort these feelings out, even accept that she felt this way for another girl. Just seeing Hoshido’s fairest princess now filled her heart with all kinds of emotions, but most of all was a kind of happiness she had never felt with her family and friends before.
Elise had to confess her feelings, no two ways about it. If she didn’t, they would eat away at her until she drove herself crazy. At least, that’s what Camilla told her, and she wasn’t about to doubt her big sister when it came to matters of the heart. But looking at Sakura now, Elise wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to do it. Thinking about it was enough to fill her stomach with butterflies, send her heart quivering with anxiety, and make her body tingle in unpleasant ways, especially at her groin. All sorts of doubts would plague her mind as well: What if Sakura only saw her as a friend? What if she wasn’t interested in girls to begin with? Would they even be able to stay friends after this?
Elise shook her head, then quickly chugged the last of her tea for courage. Sitting there and letting these thoughts fester would get her nowhere. She needed to get up and do it while the girl of her dreams was still by herself.
She marched up with dedication at first, rehearsing the exact speech she would give over and over in her mind. But as Sakura’s ear twitched from her footsteps and the princess turned to make eye contact, all of that careful planning vanished from Elise’s mind in an instant. She came to an immediate stop, her eyes going wide and face growing warm.
“Oh, Elise!” said Sakura, “It’s good to see you. Did you need something?”
“Um, h-hi Sakura!” Elise’s voice lacked any of the confidence she’d hoped to have at this moment. “I was just here, um, admiring you...r interest in the flowers, yeah! And I thought I’d c-come over and… say hi?” She could not keep eye contact, even if she were told her life depended on it.
Sakura was no dummy either, already tilting her head with a quizzical look. “Um, are you okay?”
“No!” blurted Elise, quickly realizing her louder-than-intentional volume and trying to smile it away. “Um, I mean yes! I’m just, er, happy to see you again. It feels like it’s been forever since we saw each other last, you know?”
“Mmm, it does feel that way. It seems like the time we spend together always flies by, doesn’t it?”
“Sure does! So..." Elise paused to scratch her cheek and think of what to say next. “Crazy question, but how do you feel about kissing a girl?” No, that’s way too much! “I think you’re prettier than all the flowers in this garden!” Ugh, super-cheesy! Where are you, Camilla? I need your help now!
“Elise, are you sure you’re okay?” There was that worried look again. “Do you need me to take a look at you?” She lifted a hand towards Elise’s forehead.
“I’m fine, honest!” Elise quickly took a step back. “But well, I really need to, um, tell you a few important things, and I might’ve, um, skipped my morning meditation, that’s all.”
“Oh!” Sakura’s eyes widened as she glanced somewhere behind Elise.
“Huh? W-What’s wrong?” asked Elise, taking a quick look behind her and finding no one. Is someone spying on me trying to confess?
“Um, it’s nothing.” Sakura nudged a stray bang out of her face “I just remembered that I, um, need to join my sister for our morning meditations. I almost forgot about it."
Somehow, Elise felt equal amounts of relief and disappointment. "Oh, then don't let me keep you. Go right ahead!" she declared with a smile that she hoped looked genuine.
"Hmm, but before I go, can we promise to meet up again later? M-maybe in a couple hours?"
"S-sure thing!" Elise nodded. "Where do you want to meet?"
"How about the gate that leads into the forest? I've been wanting to take a walk outside the castle, and I'd l-like to have a friend with me." A small blush peeked through Sakura's face. "That is, if you're okay with it."
“Oh, absolutely! A couple hours from now; I’ll be there for sure!”
Sakura bowed, and the two parted ways from there. The moment Elise rounded a corner, she dropped her smile and let out an exasperated sigh. Confessing her feelings was turning out way tougher than she thought. She certainly didn't expect herself to turn all shy and bashful like her friend. As cute as it was to watch Sakura act that way, she had to admit it wasn’t quite so pleasant when it was happening to her.
But as disappointed in herself as she felt, Elise couldn't get too down about it. She would have a second chance at it in a couple hours, after all. However, she absolutely could not screw this up again, for Sakura’s sake as much as her own. It was time to get serious, and that meant she needed to prepare herself. First up: another cup of tea to soothe her mind. That, and it was a particularly lovely brew, so she couldn't help herself anyway.
"Ooh, that was not a good idea!"
Elise frowned as she stood at the gate to the woods. Well, stood was not entirely accurate. She more shifted and fidgeted, occasionally pacing from one end to the other.
Despite her best planning and deep breathing, Elise was just as nervous as her first confession attempt. The same doubts from before would still not leave her head, and no doubt Sakura was probably weirded out from last time. If anything else, she felt more worried than ever, and Sakura being a little late was not helping matters.
This was not even getting into the other problem that had arisen, the product of having a second and even third cup of tea. In her worry over her Sakura dilemma, Elise had completely neglected an important part of her morning rituals. Enough had filled her bladder to send off one unpleasant throb after the next, doubling her worries.
Stupid Jakob, why does he have to make such tasty tea? Elise put one knee over the other to suppress another wave, looking around to make sure no one saw her potty dance. She couldn't confess to Sakura, not with crossed legs and a major risk of soaking her bloomers like she did at the dinner. Problem was, she didn't know if she had enough time for a quick potty break. The nearest bathroom was a couple buildings away, and she didn't want to be absent when Sakura showed up.
Her eyes then drifted towards a set of well-kept bushes on both sides of the gate. She knew it was wrong to think about it, but the idea was there. Just a quick little squat and her problem would be solved. It's what Sakura had to do back then and what Elise would have done if her holding strength hadn't failed her so spectacularly.
That party… her thoughts kept leading her back there. Why wouldn’t they? It was the night Elise realized that her feelings for Sakura were different than for the rest of her friends and family. However, it also made her think of that one moment before that, the first time she and Sakura relieved themselves together. Here they were about to head into the forest where it happened, and Elise was in dire need of a tinkle. She was beginning to realize that fate had a strange sense of humor sometimes.
But back to the matter at hand. Elise’s hands drifted to her skirt while she eyed the bushes. If this was what she needed to do to ensure a successful confession, she would not hesitate. At least there wasn’t anyone nearby at the moment...
“E-Elise?”
“Hah!?” She jumped in place at the voice right behind her, but quickly turned around with a strained smile. “Oh, Sakura! Y-You made it,” said Elise, trying to get her breathing - and her bladder - under control. She considered the fact that nothing had escaped her groin to be nothing short of a miracle.
“Um, s-sorry if I startled you,” replied Sakura, “I h-had to stay a bit longer to m-make sure everything was just right. I hope you can forgive me.”
“Eh-heh, it’s okay.” Elise’s gaze drifted back to the bushes, which no longer looked so inviting in the presence of her crush. “I was just, er, taking in the fresh air for a moment. I get lost in it sometimes, you know?”
“I suppose so…” Sakura’s eyes followed Elise’s to the shrubbery as well and the faintest hint of concern appeared on her lips.
Elise dreaded the answer, but asked anyway. “S-something wrong, Sakura?”
“Mmm, N-no, it’s nothing,” she replied.
“Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want. Maybe we’ll try again later tonight or tomorrow?” Elise felt like a bit of a coward for trying to back out, even if it was supposedly for her friend’s sake.
To this, Sakura put on a smile. “I’m f-fine. This is something I’ve been w-wanting to do. I think it’ll help me out, anyway.”
Help her out? Elise felt her concern rising, but it paled in comparison to the desires of her heart and bladder. “Okay, if you’re ready to go, then I am too! Shall we?”
Sakura nodded. “Let’s go.”
Both girls turned and departed through the gate, Sakura walking just in front of Elise. The endless fields of lush trees and plants entered their view, the faint rustling of leaves accompanying the birdsong overhead. Unique plants not found anywhere in Hoshido or Nohr sprouted all over, making for a peaceful and awe-inspiring sight.
Sadly, the natural beauty of these woods was the last thing on Elise’s troubled mind. Though she was right behind Sakura, her fake smile dropped to a frown as she took one last look at the bushes that could no longer serve as her emergency bathroom. To say this was not how she had planned on her big confession going would be an understatement. A panicky heart, uncooperative mind, and now a bursting bladder on top of it all? Suddenly, this one moment of stage fright felt more insurmountable than any of the battles from the war.
She knew of the obvious solution: just tell Sakura she needed to squat behind a tree and make a little water. It would take care of one problem at least. Unfortunately, Elise could not even bring herself to muster those words. Not only were the nerves getting to her, but those pesky doubtful thoughts discouraged her as well. What would it look like if Elise stopped to pee, then came forward with her feelings before even having the chance to wash her hands? That was no way to confess; it had to be a perfect, convincing display of how someone genuinely feels for another. There was also the slight chance that Sakura would need to go sometime during the walk as well, and they might even have to squat and hold hands together like all those times long ago. As nice as it was to have a moment like that, she knew it always took a lot for Sakura to pee next to another girl. Elise certainly didn’t want to force so much on her so quickly.
Yet again, Elise felt disappointed in herself, but she would just have to wait for another opportunity, both to pee and to come clean. Maybe it’s for the better, she thought. Sakura looked pretty concerned with other things, anyway. There was a faint but certain uneasiness to her walk. Not only was it a bit slower than normal, but it had a hint of stiffness to it.
For a moment, Elise had to wonder if she was the only one suffering from an overfilled bladder, but that would be too perfect. Sakura just had to be tired or something. Besides, the tension in Sakura’s body was nothing compared to Elise’s. She kept her hands together over the hem of her skirt, a gesture combining both her nervousness and urge for relief. Her teeth idly nibbled on her lower lip, and she occasionally let off a faint whimper with each throb from her groin. For her, this relaxing nature walk was going to be anything but.
"W-whoa!"
Especially if she didn't keep an eye out for stray roots.
Elise stumbled forward, frantically waving her arms in a desperate attempt to balance herself. It was all for naught, as she felt herself falling forward, having just enough time to cover her face before she hit the dirt with a thud.
“E-Elise!?” Sakura’s hands went to her mouth.
“Uugh…” Elise groaned as she slowly pushed up onto her hands and knees. Great, now I’m just like Arthur, she chided herself, Could this get any worse?
Her eyes shot open immediately after, for she realized it already had. First, with her short dress and rigid hem, Elise knew she was giving Sakura and the forest behind her a good look at her black bloomers. Worse than that, she became very aware of an unwanted wetness pressing against her groin, faint but frightening all the same. Her bladder had taken advantage of her momentary gap in defense, letting loose a quick spurt when she had smacked into the ground.
“Are you o-okay?” Sakura knelt down to her rigid friend.
“Yep!” Like a bolt of lightning, Elise shot right back up to her feet. "Just a little tumble there, n-nothing to worry about, hee hee!"
Sakura gave her an unconvinced look as she stood back up, the corner of her mouth wincing ever so slightly. “Are you sure? That looked like a hard fall.”
In truth, it had hurt a bit, and now Elise had to deal with pain in other parts of her body than her bladder. “Of course I’m sure! Abso-posi-lutely!” she tried to put on her best fake smile despite all the pressure. “Now what do you say we c-continue our little walk? J-just you and me and all the birds and trees and-”
“Elise.”
Elise’s babbling came to an immediate end. It was rare for her to hear Sakura speak with such an authoritative tone, even rarer for it to be directed towards her. It reminded her of the way Xander spoke to her before sitting her down for a serious talk. “Y-Yes?” she asked with a flat face.
Sakura’s expression was stoic and serious. “I know what’s bothering you.”
Just when Elise thought she couldn’t worry any harder. Her heart skipped several beats and her breath caught in her throat. It felt like the agonizing pressure spread from her bladder to her entire body, like she could explode in a tidal wave of emotions at any second. “Y-you… know?” she mouthed.
To this, Sakura slowly nodded, closing her eyes. “I had been wondering about you since the dinner. I could see it in your eyes, how full of worry they are every time you look at me.”
Of course Sakura would figure it out. Only now did Elise realize that her friend’s concern for others would tell her everything before Elise could. Still, it did little to quell the storm inside. How long had Sakura known about her feelings? Was she about to be turned down before even getting the chance to confess? Would they even still be friends after this? All these questions flooded her mind, but she couldn’t put any of them into speech with her throat as tight as it was.
“You’re my best friend, Elise,” she continued, opening her eyes again. “I don’t like s-seeing you b-bottling up your feelings like this. All I want is for you to be happy.”
The damp feelings of tears welling up visited Elise’s eyes. “S-Sakura…” she started, “I’m s-so sorry. I n-never wanted to risk our f-friendship like this, but I...” she lowered her head, the first tear falling from her eye.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sakura’s hand reach out to hers. Even through a glove, its soft warmth kept her from losing complete control of herself, like a soothing anchor in a tumultuous sea.
“It’s okay,” came Sakura’s soft voice. “I know what I have to do, for the both of us.”
Elise felt more fragile than the most brittle of glass as she lifted her head looked into her friend’s eyes. She could see the sadness in Sakura’s eyes, as though there was a part of her that didn’t want to do whatever would come next. However, there was an equal amount of determination within, and Elise knew that she would carry it out no matter what.
For a moment, it was like the whole world stood still as Elise waited. The surrounding forests and the noises within faded away into nothingness. All Elise could see was her friend’s lips, and all she could hear was her own heart pounding.
Then, Sakura’s mouth finally opened. However, no words came out, only a slight, shaky intake of air. Sakura’s hand squeezed her own for an instant as well. Elise had a brief thought that maybe she had trouble getting the words out herself.
But another noise quickly pulled Elise’s attention. A very faint sound of something falling onto the grass below them, made audible only by it hitting a stray leaf. Elise had an idea of what that noise was, and it frightened her to no end.
No, not here, not now! Her gaze immediately jerked downwards, afraid to see a waterfall happening between her legs. She couldn’t even feel her bladder at this point, such was her mental state.
She saw it: a yellow-tinted water falling in scattered drops and creating a small patch in the dirt. What shocked Elise the most, however, was that it was not coming from her own legs.
“H-Huh?” She couldn’t comprehend it at first. It had to have been a strange dream. But the longer she looked, the longer she couldn’t deny it: Sakura, Princess of Hoshido and the girl she loved, was wetting herself in front of her.
It was no small accident, either. Within seconds, the small drops became a sprinkle, her pee glistening in the sunlight as they made their way to the earth any way they could. Unfortunately, this also included running down Sakura’s legs, where her bare skin gained a gleam. Her long white socks gained the opposite, a series of dark trails running down the insides of her legs, all the way to her feet and joining with the puddle between them. Perhaps most shocking of all, her free hand went to her skirt and pulled it upwards, revealing her red panties and the wet patch growing ever larger at the crotch, making it cling to her in a way that formed an improper outline around her most personal place.
"S-Sakura…" Elise breathlessly muttered, still not entirely able to comprehend what she saw. Her eyes darted back up to learn more, but it only left her more dumbfounded. Sakura was clearly upset; her breath shallow and ragged, her cheeks burning red, and eyes growing shiny from holding back her tears. However, that fire in her eyes was still there, even as she soaked her entire lower half, perhaps staining her socks and underwear irreparably.
Sakura had wanted to do this; there was no other explanation for such a demeaning display. This revelation only raised more questions in Elise's mind, and she couldn't resist asking her, in the best way her overwhelmed brain could: "But… why?"
To this, Sakura let go of Elise's hand and wiped a tear from her own eyes. "I… I never forgot about y-your, erm, accident at the dinner, and how upset you were. I was worried you s-still weren't over it, s-so I wanted us to be equal again."
Sakura looked down at her dwindling stream and the mess it had made. By now, the puddle had grown to reach both feet, and both girls could smell her urine, sharp and unpleasant.
"You… did this for me?"
She nodded and gingerly lowered her skirt, hiding her soaked smallclothes from view again. "You don't have to be so worried around me anymore. Now I'm just l-like you." Sakura offered a small smile, a sincere warmth against a face full of embarrassment.
Just when Elise thought she was already full of emotions, a new one emerged: guilt. "Oh, Sakura! You didn't have to do that!" She looked down at the grass. "I wasn't still upset about my accident. Er, maybe a little, but it wasn’t on my mind at all when I was looking at you today!"
Now Sakura was the bewildered one. "You weren't? But then…"
Elise could see the worry growing on Sakura's face, the dreadful thought that she had just humiliated herself for nothing. This wouldn't do; if she didn't find a way to soothe Sakura's worries, her friend might be the one leaving these woods in tears.
"Hah!?"
A painful throb gave Elise her answer. In all the drama, she had completely forgotten her dire need to tinkle, even when watching Sakura wet herself. There was no ignoring it any longer now; she could feel her hold slipping away by the second. She had maybe a few moments before all her pent-up piddle would come out, giving her smallclothes as much of a soaking as Sakura had done hers.
But maybe just this once, having an accident might not be all that bad.
“Elise? W-what’s wrong?” Sakura leaned in, her worry turning towards her friend.
To this, Elise closed her eyes, offered a weak smile, and responded with a soft “Oops!”
Her hold fully gave out in the very next moment. Elise’s blush grew deeper as she felt her bloomers grow very warm and very wet, very quickly. A scattered stream of yellow fell from beneath her dress while several trails ran down her pale legs and into her high boots.
All those unpleasant sensations - the small tinkling noises, the way her clothes clung to her skin, the rapidly-cooling wetness, the sharp stench of pee - it was like Elise was back at the dinner all over again. There was one big difference, however: she didn’t feel like bawling her eyes out this time. Instead, she let out a shaky sigh, conveying both her embarrassment at peeing herself as well as the relief of finally ridding herself of a painfully-bloated bladder.
Opening her eyes, she found Sakura staring wide-eyed at Elise’s lower half, her hands clasped over her mouth. “Oh… Oh no!” she squeaked out. “D-did you need to go all this time!?”
Elise nodded. “Y-Yep. I just didn’t w-wanna say anything because… I really wanted to tell you something, but I was s-super nervous.” Even Elise was surprised at how the words came out so easily now, even while urine fell out of her just as effortlessly. “B-but look!”
Elise surprised herself again by grabbing her skirt and lifting it up to show off her soaking bloomers and the exact source of her pee. While the black color made it difficult to see a wet patch, one could still see how it clung around her groin, forming an outline that her retainers would be horrified to see her showing off.
“Tee-hee-hee, now we’re really equals!” Elise declared without shame as her piddle petered out. When all was said and done, her puddle was as big as Sakura’s, reaching from one foot to the other.
At first, Sakura didn’t move at all, but she eventually lowered her hands and smiled. “I… guess we really are,” she said, punctuating with a giggle that sounded like music to Elise’s ears.
“Yep!” Elise dropped her skirt and stepped out of her puddle. “Now what do you say we head back and get cleaned up? I know a bath sounds really good to me right now!” She offered her hand to Sakura.
“Mmm, I’d l-like that very much.” She gingerly took Elise’s hand, their fingers weaving together.
The two set off back towards the castle, leaving their puddles to evaporate and absorb into the dirt. Elise winced a bit at how cool her legs and elsewhere felt as she walked, but it was hard to get worked up over it. After the emotional ride she had been through, Elise felt strangely calm, like she no longer had to worry about anything bad anymore, especially not when she was holding the hand of the girl she desired.
“Um, Elise?”
“Hmm?” Elise looked over to a blushing Sakura. “What is it?”
“Y-you said you had something you w-wanted to tell me. Could I ask what it was?”
“Oh, that!” Elise scratched her cheek. “Um, can it wait until after the bath? I think it’s something best said in clean underwear, you know?”
“Oh, of course! Whenever you want.”
“Hee-hee, don’t worry,” she said, giving a smile as big as her heart. “I’ll definitely tell you soon. That’s a promise, and I never break my promises, especially not with my best friend!” |
User on here wrote this for me as a favor. Used is Ktpq
It was a lovely afternoon the greatest golf game was about to start Anderson had prepared his chair with all his favorite snacks and chips as well as his drinking hat that came with two drink holsters that have straws that connect at the center for easy drinking. He sat down and started watching the game started his favorite player was preparing to swing when he began to notice his bladder began aching for relief the sight of all the water flowing and drinking was beginning to catch up to him he glanced at the bathroom crossing his legs in a pretzel like formation glancing at the bathroom he did not wanted to mis any moment of the game he opted to hold it till the end witch for Anderson was torture waiting Anderson kept his tight gray pants legs crossed tight up to the crotch. His bladder sent off pulses. His legs crossed and uncrossed up to his chest. “Come...come on finish already.” All that soda filled his bladder and recalled when he had an accident at the play a few months ago. It took forever for the humiliation around the town to die out. At least it wasn’t public here.
it did not take long for the game to finish and Anderson thought to himself finally he said getting up crossing his legs . “Man I gotta pee.”
as he was aproching the door sweat going down his face as he began holding himself as he approached the door he noticed his wife “hey Andy I hope you were not planning on using the bathroom I was just about to clean it it needs like now “ Anderson was in shock standing holding himself his wife looking at him “ I guess I’ll just go in and clean it “ she says as she goes in to clean the restroom cleaning supplies in hand Anderson was stuttering as he was approaching the door watching it as the door closed infront of him . Anderson was standing there doing a potty dance he knew his wife took her sweet time cleaning when in a frantic dance began running up the stairs to the only other bathroom available in there home as he ran up the stairs he walked passed this image of the waterfall that when someone moves by it it moves also making a sound of running water Anderson held himself harder hearing this it was his wife’s idea and now more than anything he hated it more then ever he hated it it did not take long for him to reach the door he began fumbling with the door knob he realized it was locked and began knocking on the door as he heard running water and his daughters voice dee dee through the door as she has humming a tone as she was taking a shower he had no choice but to wait for one of the two bathrooms to become available when in the distance you can hear the house phone ringing .
Anderson aproched the phone answering it “hello “ his boss responds “ Anderson good listen I need you here ASAP we got some clients coming in and I need you to lead the presentation you made and should know the material better than anyone “ Anderson had no other choice but to accept “I am on my way “ Anderson ran downstairs and into the bathroom but his wife pushed him out. "Honey I got to pee!" "Sorry Andy but it needs cleaning you know how I am!" "But I...ERgg...got work" She locked the door. Anderson still desperate fidgeting got his Keys and began his drive to work If was hard on him to drive up with how desperate he was luckily he made it without incident he began to rush in making his way to the bathroom as soon as he can but to his dismay there was a line as he heard an announcement come on “all the bathrooms are closed Do to a water leakage but the one in the main hall is open “ witch so happens to be the one Anderson is inline for he began to hold himself As Anderson waited in line holding his crotch he danced foot to foot. He felt his pee boiling inside and feared wetting himself in front of his coworkers. “Gee Anderson” a worker asked “act like an adult.” Anderson sweated and said, “I gotta pee I can’t help it. My bladder is the size of Texas.” His coworker smirked. Liking to tease the guy who stole is promotion. “Well I guess WATER is a DRIPPING struggle then.” Anderson felt his need to empty his pee growing worse. His legs crossed as he bounced. “Tom please stop!” Tom continued, “as but water is nice boss.” Anderson moaned, “Errhhh!” Finally after reaching the door and Tom went in he said, “I wonder how long it will take me.” Anderson’s heart skipped a beat. Tom took at least ten minutes in the bathroom. Anderson knocked to hurry up and as Tom opened the door Anderson tried to rush in but Tom blocked. “Tom get out of the way before I..” Anderson feared wetting his pants in public again. But it was becoming a possibility. He felt his pee ready to burst out. Then Tom laughed and moved.it took abit but he managed to get to the front of the line as he was about to head in you hear some yelling and then Anderson’s secretary runs into the unisex bathroom crying Anderson was alitle annoyed but managed to talk to his secretary to no avail she wasn’t leaving to Anderson dismay he heard his secretary start running the sink to wash her tears of it did nothing more to add to his desperation he looked at his watch and noticed he still had time he bolt it and ran of the door he did not want a repeat of what happened three months ago at his sons play he ran towards the shoe store he knew they had a public bathroom he could use.
As Anderson walked in he walked towards the bathroom but before he could a store attendant stopped him and asked him “excuse me sir would you like a pair of our new shoes act now and get 50% off “ Anderson responds with “no miss I’m good I got some business to take care off “ he says trying to get past her but to Anderson surprised this girl is having none of that she grabs him and forces him to sit “ nonsense what can be more important than shoes on sale “ she says trying to get him to try on shoes She takes his shoe off. With one foot up she measured Anderson sweat and shook. He grinds his teeth. His bladder pulsed excessively. “Sir please stay still” the clerk said holding his foot still. “Ms please I really really need to-“ the clerk shusshed him at his lips. “Listen sir I need this raise. Now try that shoe on.” Anderson could not take anymore. He was going to explode in his pants. HE NEEDED TO PEE BADLY! He kicked up and hit the clerk. He slapped his shoe on and ran to the store bathroom, got inside and made it to the toilet in reach, smiled in joy, but security grabbed him and threw him out.
a fast food place and goes for it as he enters he runs for the men’s bathroom happy no one is there to pester him he is about to enter the stall when someone pushes past him and takes the stall he brushes it of he has no time for this he unzips his trousers and is about to pee in a urinal when two guys approach the urinals next to him and start using them Anderson is pee shy and can’t seem to get started he’s just standing there waiting for him to be alone Anderson squeezes as hard as he can but his pee cannot come out. He felt like his bladder would pop any second. His legs wobbled. “This is unfair. This can’t be happening again!”when he seas that he has to go to work he gets ready still desperate and sad he did not get to go he begins his desperate dash back to work .
Once at work he notices the bathroom no longer has a line and starts making his way towards it excited and happy to get to pee after getting to pee Anderson’s boss approaches him as he was moments away from relief “ Anderson just who I was looking for look the meating is starting now” just as his boss was starting to pull him away he looks at the door “I can’t I still need to go to the bathroom “ his boss looks at him and says “so do I but you know how these big corporate fellows are they can’t wait for nothing “ he says as he leads Anderson to the meating.
One there Anderson keeping his knees together was looking at all these men and women looking at him making him more anxious and nervous and it did not help with his predicament as sweat began began to form on his forehead and he could feel his heartbeat on his Throat he began his presentation was about water witch was no easy task as he began losing his hold Anderson’s legs crossed and uncrossed. He felt cracks forming on his bladder. There was too much inside him. He thought “this can’t happen! Not again not again.” His boss asked “Anderson you okay?” Anderson legs together tight feet shuffled in place. By the time he was done with his meeting his bladder had expanded so much his belly pushed tight against his pants. Felt like blades cutting in. After the meeting he ran to the bathroom and tried to unbutton and unzip. But his bladder has expanded so much tight against his pants he pulled all his strength but could not undo his pants. His eyes widened as there was no hope. Anderson had to run home. As he left the bathroom his boss stopped him and brought him back in the room to discuss final details either everyone.
He began losing his hold as his body released all his pent up pee his bladder exploded like a water balloon popping it began to leave his body it felt great the feeling was almost as good as cold glass of lemonade going down your throat after working outside on a hot summers day his urine escaped his body like a damn finally releasing all its built up water as Anderson felt this it was so great he feel to his knees as his stomach deflated the feeling his bladder felt was that of a balloon finally getting all it’s air out alas the corporate people gasped in shock at this sight as they saw this grown man wettings himself as the saw the wet spot form and spread through his pants the hole room fell in silence as no one knew how to react or what to do for that matter. Anderson soon came back to reality as the wonderful feeling of getting to finally pee after holding for so long was static soon ended as Anderson face went red as a tomato as he noticed every one was looking at him all he could do was look down at the puddle he made as tears began to form falling like raindrops adding to the pool of urine on his feet
THE END. |
This story was from an RP that my partner abandoned me on, but rather than let the idea die out, I turned it into a fiction and thought I'd share it here. This story follows the player character, Seline, who decided to break her covenant with the Darkwraiths in order to find her own path.
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Seline breathed heavily as she clutched the wound in her chest. That damn Lairan and his damn daggers! Those jagged blades did nothing but cause the deepest of wounds to slowly let their prey bleed out. The New Londo elevator couldn’t move fast enough. If she could just… get to that bonfire. Everything would be fine. The sound of the grating chains as the contraption rose out of the depth of the earth… and as light once again began to pervade the air. It certainly was a sight far prettier than the bowels of the Abyss.
At last the lift came to a halt, and Seline stumbled off. The first thing she did, of course, was to take her old armor, her old sword, and cast it off the edge of the cliffside. No more would she serve Kaathe and his Darkwraiths. No more would she prey upon the pour souls who sought only to survive in this world, just to have their humanity fed to some damn serpent.
And last… the orb. That evil red eye orb that she used for so long to leech humanity off of unsuspecting Undead… now that the covenant was broken, the orb was useless anyway. Seline reached back and threw the orb as far as she could. She was eager to hear if the thing would shatter or not, but it seemed the ground was too far down for such a noise to be heard. And so she walked on, back up to the bonfire.
The mute firekeeper, as usual, paid her no heed at all. Just a meager look before staring back at the ground. Seline pitied the poor woman, but she made her choice. And it was not Seline’s place to change that situation.
“Ahhh… you’ve returned.” said a man. That crestfallen warrior from before. A pitiable man who gave up on being the Chosen Undead and saw fit to spend his days here at the Firelink Shrine. “Been plucking the humanity out of more unfortunate victims?”
“I was.” said Seline, “but no longer.”
For once, the man seemed almost interested. “Why’s that?”
“It’s funny…” Seline chuckled. “how the more humanity you steal, the more like a corpse you begin to feel. It’s as if I’ve lost a part of myself after all this time. And now… I no longer recognize myself. I looked at my reflection in the water and I didn’t see the person I used to know.”
The warrior broke into hard laughter. “Is that all? Even now at the apex of your Undead career, you’ve suddenly decided to grow a conscience?”
“Your approval was not solicited.” Seline said dryly.
“But is it not the height of irony?” he laughed, “This fearsome wraith of New Londo has decided that the usurpation of the humanity of others will eventually lead to her own demise? Laughter is the only response I can muster!”
Seline huffed. The man truly had no care in the world. To laugh at someone who suffered for so long… it was a wonder the man had not yet gone hollow. She sat down by the bonfire for a while, which allowed her wounds to finally close up.
“So what will you do now?” the man asked, finally calming down from his laughter.
Seline clutched her winged spear. It’s edge was still sharp, thanks to Rickert of Vinheim. As odd a fellow as that sorcerer was, he had his uses. “Perhaps I should finish what so many others began.” she said. “Ringing the Bells of Awakening and acquiring the Lordvessel.”
“Now? After slaying so many Undead?” asked the warrior.
“I still think Kaathe was right.” said Seline, “Linking the fire isn’t the answer.”
“Really?”
Seline nodded. “Our ancestor discovered the power of the Dark Soul, yet Gwyn refused to allow us flourish. It’s time we took our position as the rulers of this world.”
“You… refuse Kaathe and his Darkwraiths yet… you agree with his philosophy?”
“I don’t agree with preying upon other Undead.” said Seline, “But the Age of Fire is over. It is time for the Age of Dark.”
“I see…” said the man, almost respectfully. “I suppose your first task if the Parish bell then?”
Seline nodded.
“If you oppose the linking of the fire,” said the warrior, “you’re going to make yourself some enemies.”
“I broke my covenant with the Darkwraiths.” said Seline, “Making enemies is not on my list of concerns.”
His laughter is reminiscent of a slow decay into madness. Starting off barely noticeable until it escalates into something that cannot possibly be stifled. “Oh, I wonder how far you’ll go.” he says, his hysteria finally subsiding, “Will you truly find the resting place of Lord Gwyn and stamp the fires out for good? Or will you give up your quest once you realize the futility of your struggle?”
Seline glared at him. His reply wasn’t a surprise, but the man was a continual reminder of what kind of fool one could become should they give into despair. And beyond that… a mad hollow. “I suppose only time will tell.” She picked up her spear and headed up the stairs in the back of the shrine. There was a small elevator there which lead to the main chapel of the Undead Parish. Seline had managed to unlock this place earlier while chasing down another Undead. It was rare that she got to steal humanity from someone without using the Red Eye Orb, so the opportunity to hunt someone in her own world was quite welcome. She failed, but the result was the Parish being accessible from the Firelink Shrine.
She stepped on the pressure plate, and the lift ascended. Upon reaching the top, she was greeted by a knight making soup. Oddly enough, it was the same knight she was chasing in attempt to steal his humanity. Some strange fellow with a large sun painted on his armor and shield.
“Ah, hello again!” he greeted casually.
Seline readied her spear. She had no idea what the man’s intentions were.
“Oh please!” he held out his hands as if to surrender. “I have no intention of fighting! I can tell you’ve left the Darkwraiths!”
Seline relaxed her stance, but did not lower her weapon. “What do you want?”
“Ah, well, even while we fought, my intuition told me you were good and reliable person! And so I have waited here to request your cooperation!”
“I try to steal your humanity and you want to cooperate with me?”
The knight laughs. “Yes, I am all too familiar with that look. No need to hide it, I get it all the time!”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“The way I see it, having abandoned the Darkwraiths, you are more alone now then ever. Why not work together? I have as much need to ring the Bells of Awakening as you do.”
Seline paused. She wasn’t sure if this knight was trying to deceive her or if he was completely mad.
“Come! Join me! I can hardly finish this estus soup on my own! Then together, we shall face the guardian of the tower!”
Seline shrugged and put away her spear. “You’re a strange fellow, sir knight.”
“Please! Call me Solaire! Solaire of Astora!”
“I am Seline of Astora.”
“A pleasure! Here’s to a prosperous friendship!”
The two drink the soup together, sharing tales of how they came to be Undead and what brought them to the land of Lordran as well as sharing stories about home. While Seline considered her own story to be fairly grim, the only thing she could gather from Solaire was that he wanted the sun? Or wanted to be the sun? It wasn’t really clear.
“If only I could be so grossly incandescent…” he sighed.
“Whatever you say, Solaire.” Seline laughed. She picked up her weapon and headed over to the stairs which lead to the bell lower. “Shall we continue?”
“Of course!” he said. “Search for shining signature and I shall be on my way to assist you!”
Seline knew how it worked. Solaire wasn’t actually in the same timeline as Seline. It just temporarily intersected here. To get Solaire’s help in battle, she would have to summon his phantom, allowing another intersection of the timeline for the two of them to assist each other.
But first… there were a few hollows to fight through. Most of it was something that Seline had no trouble with. Her time in the Darkwraiths allowed her to become something of an expert with the spear. As the first hollow knight thrust its blade at her, she parried it with her own weapon then thrust the point of her spear into the exposed face of the enemy’s helmet. There were other enemies but to call it a fight or a skirmish would be to give it way more credit than the encounter deserved. The spear was a reach weapon, while most enemies were armed with broken swords and clubs. If a direct thrust did not hasten them to their end, it was a wide sweep. If you weren’t cut by the tip, you were knocked aside by the solid pole. As such, the spear was always Seline’s weapon of choice. And for the few times that there were too many enemies, such as the room which contained more than a half-dozen hollows, she could still fall back on her Dark Hand, which created an energy field that could repel weapons.
“It’s almost too easy.” Seline mumbled to herself. “I remember when these things would make me sweat.”
The only issue now was that the estus soup which she had drank was beginning to make its way through her body. That was the problem with estus. It may be an Undead favorite, but it went through you like an earth-eating worm.
“Guess I better take care of it before getting into another fight.” Seline mumbled. She unbuckled the belt of her pants and dropped them to the floor. She carefully squatted down and…
Something was wrong. The air changed. If there’s one thing Seline was accustomed to, it was sensing the hostility in others- the intent to kill. But for some reason, the air seemed to be thick with that sense of hostility. She knew what that meant. Someone was invading her world as a dark spirit. Seline quickly pulled her pants back up and readied her spear, backing over towards the ladder which lead to the bell tower.
One could never be sure what kind of spirit would invade. Sometimes it was only a rookie who simply stumbled upon a cracked red eye orb, but it was quite possible that it was a Darkwraith. Now that the covenant was broken, it was more than likely someone would come after her.
“Not here… not now…” she whispered. There was no time to waste. From a higher vantage point, Seline would have the advantage against an invader, especially with a weapon like the winged spear. So she ascended the ladder, then another one behind it, rising two levels into the parish. And once at that top floor… she saw it. The brilliant summoning sign that could only belong to that sun-crazed knight, Solaire. Seline quickly touched the sign, and a golden phantom made in Solaire’s image appeared.
“Hello again!” he said. “Shall we?”
Seline looked down the ladder. Nothing was following. A few seconds passed, and the hostile sense she had began to vanish. The invader must have given up.
“Yes… let’s begin.” Before the two of them was one the infamous fog walls. A strange phenomenon which seemed to seal powerful creatures. Once you passed through it, there was no turning back until the guardian of the area was defeated. Taking a deep breath, Seline walked through, followed by Solaire.
They were brought out to the roof top of the church. On the other side of the roof stood the massive bell tower, guarded by four gargoyle statues.
Damn, I forgot to pee! Seline thought to herself. She could go right here. Odds were the knight wouldn’t care too much, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to do such a thing in front of him. So she ignored the needs of her bladder for now and pressed onward.
But… it seemed the tower guardians had other plans. Only a trained eye would catch the movement, but it was there. The mouth of one of the gargoyles began to move. And then… its wings. The halberd in its hands. The whole statue came to life, swooping down and blocking Seline’s path.
There was no time to think. Just to act. Seline thrust her weapon at the creature, striking its hard scales, but it seemed to think nothing of the attack. It merely swung its own weapon in response. But Seline was quick. The advantage of not being bogged down by heavy weapons or armor was that one could be agile. She rolled to the side, ducking under the wide arc of the gargoyle’s halberd, remaining unharmed.
Solaire took advantage of the opening. While the creature struggled to bring its weapon back in for another strike, he moved in and thrust his sword into the gargoyle’s side. Then another strike. And then another. The gargoyle responded by swinging its tail around, which had a small axe-like head upon it. But Solaire was quick in his own way. He brought his shield up and absorbed the impact.
“That man must have an amazing constitution if he can withstand a hit like that.” Seline remarked.
While the creature engaged Solaire, Seline came up and pierced its hide with her spear again, testing for vulnerabilities. Its scales were tough, but there was soft flesh in some places. Those were the targets. There. At the base of the neck. Seline changed the trajectory of her spear, raising her left arm to cause the thrust to head upwards… and struck her target. Looks like gargoyles bleed red.
But she was surprised by another crash behind her. It seemed there was another gargoyle that wished to join the fray. It released a large wave of flames from its mouth which Seline had to dive to avoid, landing badly on her back. In the confusion, she dropped her spear. She would have retrieved it, but the second gargoyle was quickly advancing.
“Damn! Damn!” Seline cursed as she started to crawl backward. In the chaos, she didn’t even realize that she was no longer holding in the contents of her bladder. She first though she might have gotten hit by the gargoyle’s halberd and was bleeding on her inner thigh, which would explain the warm, wet feeling that was spreading in her pants, but it quickly occurred to her that there was another equally plausible explanation.
The gargoyle was upon her. It raised its weapon, poised to strike and crush the girl in one blow. Seline didn’t even care anymore. She simply allowed her bladder to continue emptying itself as she readied her dark hand. She wasn’t sure if it was strong enough to withstand an attack like this, but it wasn’t as if she had any other choice. She braced herself…
“Ha!”
There was a brilliant flash of light and the crack of thunder. It seemed a bolt of lightning struck the gargoyle, knocking it off balance and causing its weapon to harmlessly strike the roof next to Seline. No time to think. Just act. By pure instinct, she knew what to do. Seline rolled past the staggered beast and picked up her spear and began to lunge away at the gargoyle. Between her and Solaire, it could not stand up to the onslaught.
The creature cried out in anguish, then slowly crumbled into spectral dust. Seline could feel its soul as she absorbed it into her darksign. The gargoyles were powerful indeed. Looking around, she saw that the first gargoyle was nowhere to be found. So that would explain it, she absorbed the souls of two creatures. Solaire’s phantom waved as it slowly faded away. In its place, a small, luminescent medal. She wasn’t sure if Solaire was aware that she had just peed her pants in the middle of combat, but it hardly seemed relevant now. The only thing left to do was to ring that bell… then onto the second. |
WARNING I'M NOT A WRITER I'M JUST DOING MY PART IN THE DEAL
Grace is a 26 year old blonde, blue eyed slim lady wearing a short sleeved blouse and a pair of blue jeans. She always wears her favorite red lipstick, which her husband loves. That winning smile may captured the heart of her husband but the game on the tv screen certainly captured her attention. Grace had downed several drinks already but she was so focused on the game she hasn't even payed attention to her bladder.
Eventually she starts fidgeting and decides to go right when commericals start. She looks across the living room and sees the bathroom. She crosses and uncrosses her legs and patiently waits until commercal break.
Her bladder starts to really fill up... it's commercial break and a commercial is playing showing a new sprinkler set. The sprinklers flowing make her want to pee even more so she decides to run off to pee. She runs to the door and to her luck, the door is locked. Her husband is in there. "Honey are you in there?" "just a moment" her husband responds. Grace is bobbing up and down ans biting her lip. She looks at the tv from across the living room and sees a commercial for some japanese style toilet they are now selling in the u.s.
"This japanese inspired toilet shoots out water and cleans you right up" shouts the announcer.
This puts grace's bladder to overdrive. She starts holding her crotch and bobbing up and down much faster. She hears the flushing of the toilet, followed by her husband turning on the sink to wash his hands. This is sheer torture for grace. Grace's husband opens the door and she finally sees sweet relief. Suddenly, grace's son runs down the stairs and says that he really has to go number 2. He dashes past grace before she even got a chance to step into the bathroom. The bell rings.
It's her in laws. They seem to be in a hurry because their children and her son have to attend the school play (they are the actors) Grace's son finishes his business and the whole family walks out of the house. Grace didn't get to pee because her in laws kep saying that they were going to be late.
Grace was absolutely bursting in the passanger seat of her husband's car. She was biting her lip and crossing her legs tightly. She bent down and held hee crotch. "are you ok ma" "yea son..." grace said with a strain in her voice. Her son started drinking from his water bottle. The bottle had one of those pump things in the tip where you squeeze the bottle and it shoots a stream to your mouth. It makes a little watery noise which was more torture for yours truly. Her pretty blue eyes began to water. They made it to the school. It wasn't very far. Grace's bladder was rock hard.
They were almost late to the play but grace still ran to the bathrooms and told her family that she would catch up. The ladies room was closed for cleaning. Grace bent down and gasped for air. She never had to pee so bad in her life. She had no choice but to make it to the auditorium and see her son at the play.
Grace was sitting next to her husband shaking her thighs uncontrollably. She saw a kid drinking loudly from a large cup of soda with straw on it. Her forehead starts to sweat. The play is "Sleeping beauty" she is very proud of her son even considering her circumstance. 20 minutes pass and grace is at her bursting point. The intermission was about to start and it was finally her chance to run off to pee. It turns out that the intermission was cut short and they decided to wrap it up. She still was about run off but her husband held her hand because he wanted them to see the kissing scene. Her son was the one to kiss the "princess" after all. Another curtain opened up behind the actors showing a square tub and a waterfall flowing. Grace was sweating even more. She was crossing her legs super tightly and she was bouncing up and down. The waterfall flowing made her want to pee right then and there. A little bit leaked into her panties. "I have to pee sweetie" she whispered to her husband. "It's almost done baby"
Grace's son kissed the princess and everyone gave them a round of applause. Grace's winning smile was showing even with all this sheer torture. Grace quickly dashed out to the ladies. It was open. Bad part was that the line was super long.
She drips a little bit into her jeans. She looks down into her pants and sees a wet spot. 10 minutes passed and the line went rather quickly. Grace just needed to wait for one more person. She tried to drown out the sound of the sink being used, but couldn't. A small spurt leaked. Her panties were even more wet. After two minutes she heard the toilet flush and the door open. The flush made her leak a little bit. She ran to the door. She noticed people behind her who were probably bursting as well. Her bladder was almost swollen. She couldn't take her zipper off. She was taking so long trying to take her zipper off that she made the people behind her impatient. One lady starts to bang on the door. "Oh fuck off I can't get this damn zipper out" grace yelled. The lady responded, "i'll get you out" the absolute madwoman crawled down the stall opened it and kicked grace out. Grace ran off to find another bathroom. All the stalls were still full.
Grace was in the school hallways and she was looking for someone to tell her where the other bathroom is. Another spurt shot into her panties. She found a teacher. "is- there a...ny other bathrooms?" She can't even form the sentence properly. The teacher pointed to the direction in the other side of the hall. Before grace got to run to that bathroom she couldn't hold it anymore. A heavy stream started pouring out of her and she couldn't control it. The stream was running down her legs and her blue jeans were soaked. "EWW" a student yelled. Surrounding students began to point and laugh. Grace's eyes began to well up. She cried tears of both joy an embarrassment because of how good it felt and because of how messed up this all is. Her arms were crossed, she felt defenseless. It appeared as the whole room was laughing. "I'm so sorry" grace shrieked with tears in her eyes. A janitor rushed in and cleaned up the mess. Grace and her family ran out of the school. Grace had her head down. She didn't even want to look back. Her son hugged her. "it's ok ma we all make mistakes" her husband was quiet. The car felt like it was miles away. A small breeze felt ever colder in her pants soaked like a wet sponge. The farther she was from the school, the lighter the weight of the humiliation became. They made their way to the car and Grace's husband drove into the night.
For a short drive it sure felt like long ride. Grace's husband broke the silence. "I guess I'll be the one attending parent teacher night from now on" Grace smiled and her kid begins to crack up. That winning smile. They stopped at a red light and Grace's husband kissed her. "I forgot to ask about the game, did we win?" Grace looked into his eyes "Yeah we won" |
DISCLAIMER!!!!! The original story does not belong to me, this is just a personal remake and updated version of Baby Care Class by wndash2 (link to there page at the bottom) they wrote this story a few years ago, and I liked it at the time. But recently after rereading the whole thing, I realized there wasn't much of a story here besides a guy being tortured for no real reason. So because I like making stories, I began thinking up a story to help fix that problem. If you haven't yet, please go check out the original.
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Paradise private College, how the hell I wound up going here I don't know. Most of my grades suck, and I barely attended high school anyway. The only reason I'm even going to this college is by some miracle my mother sent in a college application that got excepted.
“Look! You can either go to the school or get the fuck out of my house!” my mom yelled at me the day I said I wouldn't go. "All you do if fuck off and don't work. The only people in this house that get to do that are kids in school, the sick, or the retired!”
I will admit that I may not have been the best son. But hell, having a rare condition that makes you look 4 feet tall will make you hate the world.
I'm not a dwarf, per say, I'm just the first with a new rare genetic disorder that stopped me from growing. I just look like an average person was shrunk down. Heck if it wasn't for the facial hair I have then most people would assume I'm a child. Which has happened to me more than once!
So my mother made me a deal. She would pay for the school, an apartment for me and give me a 200 dollar allowance for food every two weeks if I went. However, I must attend classes. If I miss classes more than four times without a doctor's note, she will cut all ties with me.
So because I didn't want to work yet, I decided to go. Plus who doesn't like going to college parties? So I traveled nearly two states away just for school.
Paradise private College was built a long time ago and was made on top of a large hill. Why they decided on that, I have no idea. Maybe because the rich people who built it meant it only for the upper class at the time.
But thanks to it being on such a large hill a lot of people have to climb a ton of stairs just to get to the school, and for a short guy like me, that's just hell.
One of the thing that came with the acceptance letter was another letter attached saying they were introducing a new program for people and that he was one of the few to start in it. It was a program to help people who didn't have the best grades in high school still go to college, just with a little extra help.
That help was having to get to the school at 7:00 Am, an hour before the school opened, and attend a catch-up class.
By the time I got to the top, I was even more exhausted than when I woke up this morning. Everything was dark outside and very cold. Even with a jacket on, I was freezing. I took a look at my phone that said it was 6:50, well at least I wasn't late.
I walked over to the front of the school and tried to open the doors, but they were locked. What the hell?
“Excuse me? Are you lost?” a woman asked me.
I quickly looked and saw a gorgeous blond hair woman.
“Um ya, I'm William, and I'm here for the catch-up class,” I told her.
“well so am I, I can show you where it is.” the women told me with a warm smile as she pointed in the direction we had to go.
“Thank you, um?” I told her.
“Jen, my name is Jen,” she told me as I followed her around the school and to a back door. “I came here last week and was told where it was. Because it's such a new program, the school placed it in the back.”
I guess that made since I thought as I walked through the door and into a hallway. The hallway was pretty dark with a few dim lights but near the end of the hall was a bright room lighting up the entrance.
I walked over to the light with Jen right behind me. But when I got to the doorway of the room I stopped in confusion as instead of a classroom with a bunch of desks, there was instead what looked like a giant nursery?
“What the heck?” I asked when I was suddenly pushed into the room and Jen locked the door.
“You have no idea how long I waited for this,” Jen said as she immediately grabbed me and lifted me into the air.
I tried to fight back but thanks to my small size I was nothing to her as she threw me onto a table and began strapping me to the table.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” I screamed at her before she rubbed some weird cream stuff on my face before large pacifier was shoved into my mouth and strapped to the back of my head.
“Quiet you, babies shouldn't scream,” Jen told me as she lifted scissors into the air and I grew even more scared. So scared that I began to piss my pants. “Aww, would you look at that. The baby had an accident. Well, that's what happens when you don't wear the right protection.”
I had no idea what she was talking about as she then began to cut off my I'm, before throwing them into a trash can. She then proceeded to get out a giant diaper which I began to thrash around after seeing it. But since I wasn't able to get free Jen just taped the diaper onto me with no real difficulty.
Next came two large pink mittens put over my hands. I didn't see what she grabbed next but one at a time Jen unstrapped my arms and legs before putting something on me and restriping me in place. When she finished, she took one last look at me with a broad smile on her face.
Jen then unstrapped me and lifted me up. Agin, I tried to fight, but nothing worked. Jen the put me on the ground beside a large mirror and had me take a look, and I was horrified! I was in a tiny pink baby girl's dress that only covered half of the thick diaper Jen put me in, a pair of white stocking was on my legs, and I was wearing mary jane shoes that were somehow just my size!
Since I haven't had a chance to get a haircut yet, my hair was slightly long. For some reason when I took a closer look all my facial hair was also gone and with everything else just made me look like a girl toddler! I immediately began screaming into the pacifier, but only a muffle came out.
Jen just laughed at the whole thing as she looked at me with a broad smile on her face.
“I think someone must be hungry.” gen said as she picked me up again to re strapped me to the table.
Jen then walked over to a mini-fridge and pulled out a large bottle of milk.
“This will help the baby grow,” she said mockingly as she unscrewed something at the top of the pacifier and attach the bottle to it. “Now drink up sweetie, or I'll have to hold your nose to force you to drink.”
I didn't care what she said, I wasn't drinking it. That is until Jen did plug my nose and forced me to drink just to get air. I was only ¾ done with the bottle when I began to feel full and stopped drinking.
“Come on baby, you need to finish it,” Jen told me as she plugged my nose again and this time didn't let go until the bottle was gone. “Good girl.”
Jen then removed the bottle, and I was panting heavily. I felt like my stomach would burst at any minute. My stomach was slightly bloated, and Jen decided to give it a little rub before smiling at me.
“Alright, that's enough for now," Jen said before unstrapping me and cared me over to a large baby crib where she laid me on my back before taking a large lid and placing it on top of the crib, making it impossible for me to climb out.
Suddenly I heard a loud bell and Jen made her way to the door. I got on my knees and began banging on the crib bars.
"Well, I got to get to class, but I’ll be back to take you to the Baby Care Class!" Jen told me excitedly, before turning off the lights and leaving me alone in the dark, dressed as a toddler.
Thank you for reading ^.^ I much appreciate it! Here's the link to the original story that I hope you check out. https://wndash2.deviantart.com/art/Baby-Care-Class-Part-1-363391183 |
The room was dark except for a single night light close to the crib. For nearly 20 minutes I continually hit the bars to the crib just trying to break them, but they were too sturdy, and my mittens were too soft.
I then tried to stand up but the lid to the crib was too low, and the diaper between my legs made it harder to move without crawling.
Eventually, I just grew tired and laid down. I had a tiny pillow and a blanket that I wrapped myself in. At the moment there was nothing more I could do besides wait.
About 20 minutes later I woke up when the school's bell went off and I wondered how long I was out.
2 minutes later the door to the nursery opened, and Jen came back in turning on the lights.
“Aww was my baby girl taking a nice nap?” Jen cooed at me.
I just glared back at her. But Jen didn't care as she walked over to the mini fridge.
I took this moment to get a good look around. The room was very spacious with the crip near the center of the room.
On one half of the room, there was a changing table, a cabinet, and the mini fridge.
On the other side had a playpen, a large toy chest filled with toys, and a large rocking horse.
"I think the baby girl needs to have more to drink. We need you as full as we can get.” Jen cooed at me as she opened the lid to the crib.
I tried to fight her and push her away, but nothing worked as she pulled the cap from the pacifier and attach the bottle to the pacifier. I wanted to pull it off, but the mittens made it hard to grab and get a grip on it.
“Ok now, you better drink that all by the next class or you'll be sorry,” Jen told me before replacing the lid to the crib and leaving again and turning off the lights. A minute later the bell rang again.
Once again I laid in the crib, just thinking of ways to get out of here. The milk from earlier had settled, and I slowly drank from the new bottle.
At some point, I fell asleep again and was woke up when the bell rang. I noticed I still had a little milk left and quickly downed it just seconds before Jen came back.
“Good job baby girl. You finished your baba!” Jen cooed at me. “But I think you have time for one more.”
Jen then opened the lid and picked me up before carrying me over to the fridge where she pulled out another bottle. I tried to shake my head no, to say I was to fool, and also slightly needed to pee, But she just replaced the bottle anyway.
When I didn't drink however she got mad.
"Same deal, baby girl. Drink all of it, or I'll plug your nose again." Jen told me, and I decided it was too painful when she plugged my nose last time, so I began to gulp as fast as I could.
I was halfway through the bottle when Jen began to look nervous. "Alright, that's good enough. We don't have enough time for anymore."
She took off the half bottle of milk and replaced the cap to the pacifier. Jen then carried me out of the nursery and into across the hallway to another door. This one leading to the main school hallway.
All around us were people walking and talking. More than once I tried screaming at someone to help me but every time they looked at me they just complimented on how cute I looked!
At the same time, It felt like my stomach was going to explode. My already-full stomach was now even fuller with even more milk. I began to wiggle around like crazy, trying not to wet myself.
Finally, Jen stopped in front of a door labeled Family Care room and walked inside.
“Were here Baby girl,” Jen told me as she sat my diapered bottom behind a small play pin before strapping a pink harness around me. She then stood up and walked away, and for a moment I thought this was my chance! I got up and tried to run for the door but was soon pulled back and fell onto my bottom!
I looked behind me and could see the harness was attached to the wall and despite how much I tried to pull I couldn't get loose.
About 5 minutes later the bell rang again. I guess that was just a 15 minute break period between classes. Only a couple of seconds later, students began to stream in through the doors, each looking at me, then glancing away.
I sat here struggling to hold in my need to use the bathroom, even as it got stronger and stronger and harder and harder to hold in.
Once all the students were in Jen got up from behind a desk and greeted everyone.
“Hello everyone! And welcome to our schools special new elective. The Family Care Class, or as I'll call it today the Baby Care Class.” Jen told the entire class.
I noticed a lot of eyes were on me as I still squirmed around trying to hold my bursting bladder.
“Now, as you may know, I'm not a full teacher yet but because of Miss Mages fall a few days ago the school asked me to take over until she gets better. I would like to also like you to meet my little sister Sissy Nellie Farbison!” Jen told everyone as she walked over to me and unstrapped me before lifting me into the air in front of everyone.
With that sudden movement I could no longer hold my bladder, and I let it all out, and almost instantly I felt the diaper on my rear getting extremely heavy, and I looked down to see a thoroughly soaked and yellow diaper on my bottom, dripping all over the place! |
This is not my story, I'm posting here because:
1. It is one of my favorite stories ever and I think a lot of people here may have never seen it and will enjoy it
and
2. I love this scenario and hope that it might inspire people to use it in fiction/roleplays
This story is originally from the Bound2Burst stories page and can be found here via wayback machine: http://web.archive.org/web/20130131121542/http://www.bound2burst.net:80/stories/just_my_luck.html
This is told as a true experience and it might be, but I'm posting it in fiction since it's not my story and I can't verify that it is true.
Please let me know what you think of this story/scenario. Enjoy!
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I remember when I was in 5th grade, my parents where talking about sending me to a catholic high school when I was old enough grades 9-12. This was like 40 years ago and we lived in a big city, so there were at least fifteen high schools to choose from. The only Catholic school was located downtown in a bad section of town.
The school itself, some 40 or 50 years old, was a total eye-sore, a blot on download. Only 300 students attended it, and being catholic, it meant my parents had to pay about $1,200 a year for my tuition. Not so very many people could afford to send their kids there, and those who could had more sense and re-located to better neighborhoods.
The local authorities made the decision to demolish the old school and replace it with a modern building. Before taking the plunge, they wanted to get some estimate of how many students it would need to accommodate. Surveys were conducted, but that didn't really tell anyone anything useful.
The new school was built, and despite runnings ads in the newspapers and on local radio, the number of students only rose to 375. The school had been built to accommodate 600. Over time, things improved and students numbers steadily climbed until the school was at capacity.
The main oversight while planning the school was with the number of bathrooms: there was one for the boys and one for the girls on each of the two floors. In the boys room, there were seven urinals and five toilets, while in each of the girls rooms there were only 8 cubicles, making 16 in all to share between 400 girls.
Classes at the school ran for 55 minutes with only a 5-minute break to get to one's locker, visit the bathroom if necessary and get to the next class on time. It was tight if one didn't need to pee; it was disastrous if one did!
After 1st period, it was normal to find about 25 girls who needed to use the toilet, and it typically took about a minute to reach the bathroom. This left a total of 25 girls only 3 minutes to get the job done. Maybe 2 girls got to use each toilet in each bathroom during that 3-minute period, so that only 8 went on to their next class in a state of relief, while each of the other 17 girls had to go on with an uncomfortably-full bladder.
This scenario would be repeated after the second period, raising the number of Uncomfortable female students to 34, some of them holding it since the first perios and getting pretty desperate to pee. After every period, this number increased until the whole school seemed to be full of desperate girls going from class to class without being able to relieve themselves.
During the lessons, some of the girls would ask the teacher in class if they could go to the bathroom, and if they were lucky enough to have an understanding teacher, they would be able to run off to the bathroom and let it all go. Not all of the teachers were that understanding, so every day there would be a few unfortunate girls who would be denied a bathroom break who would just have to go on holding it.
As the day wore on, the problem would get worse and worse with more and more girls dying to pee, and more and more of them would ask - almost beg - their teachers to let them go. The number asking would sometimes reach 4 or 5 in each class. At best, the more strict among the teachers would let one or two of the girls go, but then they would grow impatient with the repeated requests and would make the remaining girls wait until after class.
So, this is how it plays out everyday at the school. From the ranks of the 9th-to-12 graders, there were probably 3 or 4 girls each year who actually wet their pants in class. Most frequently, this humiliation would fall to the freshman and sophmores, but every once in a while a junior or senior would get caught out. To my knowledge, two seniors ended up in this situation. One of them was Barb, whose dilemma was described in the story Getting Even; the other was named Jill, and this is her story.
Jill's embarrassing accident took place around about the middle of our senior year. We lunched in the cafateria, and afterwards one either stayed put or went outside; roaming the halls of the school during the lunch hour was not permitted. Usually, we would go outside and talk. On a few of those occasions, the conversation would turn to having to go to the bathroom and the fact that there just isn't enough time between classes, especially for the girls. Some of the girls would talk about occasions when they ended up pissing themselves because they simply could hold it any longer. The guys would be all ears.
You might be thinking, fuck it, just get up and go to the bathroom whatever the teacher said. But there was a lot at stake. Some teachers would actually block the doorway to prevent students leaving, but that didn't happen too often. The real threat was the fact that defying a teacher usually got one a detention. Three detentions meant suspension from school; three suspentions added up to expulsion, for good. As said at the beginning of this story, it was a Catholic school and man, were they ever strict! So, you walked the straight and narrow, and if you did that, the teachers would generally leave you alone.
I have a sneaking suspicion that some of the teachers enjoyed watching the girls squirm in desperation. I knew exactly how they felt, although I would never dared to admit it.
Back to Jill: she was 5 feet 5 inches tall and about 120lbs in weight, very shy and modest, and rumored to be a virgin. She was a really sweet girl, very easy on the eye if you know what I mean. She did her best to conform, never wearing her skirt too long or to short; always well-poised - some would describe it as lady-like.
One particular lunch time when we were outside chatting. Her boyfriend usually went out of the school to get something to eat, and on this day he brought back a 64-ounce drink for her to share with him. They took turns sipping out of the cup, and when Jill's boyfriend got up to talk to some other people, he left her there with the big cup still three-quarters full of liquid. Jill stood there sipping absently at it as she chatted, drinking more or less the entire 45 minutes we were out there. Suddenly realizing that it was time for class again, we started for the entrance to the school. The cup was almost empty, and when Jill's boyfriend joined her again, he complained that she'd finished most of his drink.
If she'd realized the time, I'm certain Jill would have planned a visit to the bathroom before class, but as we entered the school we found several teachers watching the halls and the doors, urging us all to class. Even so, Jill did make a dash into the bathroom, but she emerged almost at once saying it was too crowded. She didn't seem to be worried because we were heading for a class where the teacher was one of the more lenient types who always let students out to use the bathroom when they asked. All the same, I couldn't help wondering how quickly Jill's desire to pee would grow after drinking almost three pinks of soda over lunch.
When we reached the classroom, we were all surprised to find a different teacher taking the lesson, one of the less accommodating ones who might just as easily deny as grant a bathroom visit.
The unspoken rule about asking to use the bathroom during class was to wait for at least 20 minutes so that the teacher didn't think we were messing about and deliberately wasting lesson time. I noticed that Jill didn't say anything, not even after twenty minutes had passed. She actually managed to hold on for 35 minutes before her hand went up and she made the inevitable request. I couldn't believe my ears when the teacher said no, she would have to wait until after class. I knew Jill's bladder hadf to be close to bursting, and I started to watch her more closely to see how she was coping with her situation.
I thought there was a chance that Jill might wet herself, but with a lot of leg crossing and squirming in her seat, she managed to last the full 55 minutes without an accident. I made sure I was close behind her and her friend as they left the classroom, close enough to hear Jill say that she was about to piss her pants. The bathrooms were a minute away at a fast walk, and as she hurried and hobbled along the corridor, Jill was saying that she hoped she would be able to use the bathroom because the next period was a double one, a 90-minute lesson with a real asshole for a teacher who never, NEVER let anyone go during class. And it was a big class, 150 students. That's a lot of potential embarrassment.
Jill's friend suggested that, if necessary, she just use the bathroom and arrive a bit late for the class, but Jill didn't want to break the rules, especially not in ther asshole's class. I couldn't follow her al the way to the girls toilets without it being pretty obvious what I was doing, so I joined the line outside the classroom and hoped that the bathroom would be busy. My prayer must have been answered, because about a minute later, Jill and her friend joined the line a few places behind me. I could tell from her anxious expression that she had not been able to pee, and suddenly, I found myself looking forward to the asshole's class more than I'd ever done in my life before.
Jill must have been seriously desperate to piss as went filed into the lecture room because she went straight up to the asshole and, while I couldn't hear what she said to him, I was positive she was asking his permission to go back and use the toilet. His voice was a lot louder than hers, and I clearly heard him tell her no, that she should have gone before coming to class, and that she had better sit down.
Poor Jill lowered her head in embarrasssment, and without another word, walked to a seat not far away from me, a very worried look on her face. Spotting an empty seat on one side of her, I quickly got up and moved to sit bedise her. I had to be right there for this; it was too good an opportunity to risk having some oversize bozo blocking my view. I couldn't stop thinking about the size of the soda cup from which Jill had spent almost the entire lunch break sipping. As class got underway, I saw that she was just sitting still with her legs together, showing no signs of desperation at all, other than a worried frown on her normally unlined face.
Looking around, I saw that there were actually two teachers present, one giving the lecture and the other standing by the door as if to make sure none of the 150-strong class slipped away unnoticed. There didn't seem to be any hope of escape for Jill.
As the lecture progressed, I kept stealing glances at Jill, waiting for the telltale signs that she was in trouble. She managed to maintain her composure for the first thirty minutes, glancing up at the clock at regular intervals as if counting the minutes until her ordeal would be over. Thirty-five minutes; forty, forty-five. That was when it happened: Jill very discreetly put her hand between her legs for a quick squeeze, her body squirming just for a moment. The lapse in her composure lasted only about two seconds and I might easily have missed it if I had not been watching out for it. She abrupted removed her hand from her crotch and sat looking normal again, except for her eyes. When she glanced my way and gave me a fleeting smile, I noticed that her eyes had a glazed look to them, as if she were not really seeing the room at all. Perhaps she was seeing the bathroom in her mind, or maybe she was trying to concentrate on something that would take her mind off what had to be a very urgent desire to piss.
The time crawled on... 50 minutes; 55, 56, 57...
With 33 minutes still to go in this interminably boring lesson, Jill glanced quickly around to see if anyone was watching her, then for the second time, she plunged her hand between her thighs, this time wrapping her legs around the legs of the desk. She sat up very stiffly in her seat and slowly started rocking back and forth. In a momentary lull in the lecture, I caught the sound of a slight moan as it escaped from her closed mouth.
Jill was obviously making a monumental effort to sit still again, but she couldn't stop her body from struggling now. A few minutes later, her right leg started bouncing up and down while she just stared at the clock, seemingly willing the time to move faster. It didn't.
Jill was now in serious trouble. Her composure was slipping as, still with 25 minutes of the lesson still to go, she raised her hand to ask the teacher by the door this time if she could go to the bathroom. He shook his head no. Jill began to pleasd with him, saying she was really desperate and couldn't wait much longer, but still the guard on the door refused to release her from her torture. Some of the nearby students had overheard Jill's words and some of them started giggling and spreading the word that Jill she ha to pee real bad.
I watched her overtly, noticing how quickly she was losing her composure now, and I knew there was a very good chance that I was going to witness her pee her pants. I was all excited, but at the same time I couldn't help feeling pity for her. That's the conflict I always felt when a girl was suffering, but I still couldn't help watching with excitement, part of me willing her not to make it.
With 20 minutes left in class, the loud speaker burted out that I was wanted in the admin. Office. I cursed as I ran all the way there, anxious to hurry back so that I didn't miss the show. When I arrived in the office, I was informed that I owed the cafeteria $5 from some credit they'd extended me the week before. Fuming at the pettiness of the whole thing (calling me out of class just for this), I paid the money I owed and literally ran back to class. Everone was pouring out as I approached, and I swore bitterly at the turn of fate that had deprived me of watching Jill wet herself.
Then, in the middle of my silent rage, I spotted Jill literally running toward me and the bathroom located behind me. She was only about ten feet away from me when she reached the door to the toilers and slammed her hip into it, forcing it open. She darted inside, and sighing in resignation, I continued walking towards the classroom, thinking the teacher must have finally relented and let Jill go to the bathroom. As I walk, I can't help but notice a drip here and a drop There on the floor, and I realized that she had started to piss her pants as she was running.
Back in the class, I hear some of the other students talking and looking around. When I took my seat, I looked down to see a huge puddle under Jill's desk. She had pissed an entire lake on the floor. Just my luck.
Suddenly inspired, I stood up again and told the teacher the the office staff were sending me home. The teaher begrudingly agreed to let me leave, and pausing to pick up Jill's books and purse, I went back into the corridor and went to the door of the girl's bathroom. I pushed it open and called hello. Jill asked who it was, so I explained that I had her stuff to save her from going back into the classroom to retrieve them. She thanked me, and I asked her if there was anything I could do. She asked me to call her brother to come and pick her up in his car, and when I agreed she gave me her phone number. Throughout our exchange, she stayed in hiding, unwilling to let me see her. If only she could have known how badly I wanted to see the wetness on her clothes, although with hindsight I know it was best that she didn't know.
Reluctantly, I set her books and purse down just inside the door of the bathroom. I was just heading for the office and the only phone I could use to make the call to Jill's brother, when it struck me that I could offer her a ride home myself. I went back and proposed my idea. To my surprise and relief, she said yes, would I please. I told her to hurry since the bell would soon ring to signal the next change of class. Afriad to face a whole corridor full of laughing students, Jill came out then. Her face was bright red with embarrassment, tears streaming down her face, and my heart went out to her. That didn't stop me walking behind her so that I could get a good look at her wet butt. The wet patch was about the size of a dinner plate, maybe a little bigger.
As we climb into my car, she thanks for taking her home, adding that she'd actually dreaded the thought of having to call her brother to pick her up because he would certainly have made fun of her for weeks.
When we reached her house, she actually invited me in. Inside the front door, there were seven steps that led up to the living room, and I couldn't stop myself leaning forward enough to take a peek up her skirt in the hope of glimpsing her wet panties. I don't know if she knew what I was doing, but she dashed off, calling over her shoulder that she had to clean up and change her clothes, and would be right back.
I waited a few minutes, and when she reappeared she was wearing a pair of pink and a white t-shirt. She came straight up to me and gave me a big hug, thanking me again for bringing her home. A little ruefully, she said it was bad enough to pissed her pants in class, but it would have been far worse to have her older brother find out.
I stayed for maybe an hour, and was just getting ready to leave when Jill thaked me yet again, this time holding my hand as she did so. I left feeling vaguely guilty for the thril I'd got out of the poor girl's humiliation, and almost wished that it didn't turn me on so much. After all, Jill was a real sweetheart.
Soon after I got home, a girl friend who had been in the same class called me to tell me that, right after I left for the office, Jill had raised her hand again and asked to be allowed to use the bathroom. When permission was denied once more, she had sat rocking with both hands between her legs and squiming in agony, looking around the room and at the clock. Then, all of a sudden, she had frozen in her seat, her eyes getting real wide as her face went red. The girl said that Jill held her breath for the longest time until she must have been about to suffocate, then tried to suck in more air without letting any out. Her cheeks had turned scarlet from the strain of holding on, and her body was visible shaking. Unable to hold it any more, she let all the air out in an explosive gasp which turned into a sigh of relief as a loud hissing sound filled the room. Jill began to cry as her pee spilled over the edges of her seat and splattered noisily on the floor. Unable to bear sitting there any longer, she had jumped up and run from the classroom, still peeing herself as she went.
I'd missed it all, but the pay off was that I got to drive Jill home and spend time with her. I think it all turned out for the best in the end.
Edited December 2, 2017 by WiiGuy86
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Sunset's Layers of Clothing
Sunset Shimmer woke up one morning. She had so many layers of blankets on for some reason that her pajamas were damp with sweat. She changed out of her pajamas into a pair of dark red panties, and put on a white and pink T-shirt and a short, skintight pair of dark blue shorts. She was thirsty from sweating so much so she chugged down a glass of soda and four glasses of water.
When she walked outside to go for her morning walk, she shivered a little, as it was a little cooler than the previous day, for it was fall. So she walked back inside and put on a pair of tight jeans over her shorts. If the day got warmer she could always take her jeans off. Or if Rainbow Dash challenged her to something athletic.
As she was walking, she ran into Rarity.
"Ooh, Sunset, I'm so glad you're here. I've got three new outfits for the fashion show and I'd like you to model for me."
"Sure," said Sunset. She wasn't as into fashion as Rarity, but she always thought it was fun.
...
As Sunset went to Rarity's room at the theater the fashion show was taking place in, she realized she had not taken her morning pee. But, she was sure she could hold it. These fashion shows never took that long for her anyway.
First Rarity had her put on a skintight sparkly pink bodysuit. She had to admit it did look really good on her, and no one could even tell she was wearing jeans underneath.
Sunset stood on the stage and posed. However, this fashion show was a little different. They took pictures of her from all angles, and spent about ten extra minutes on her butt, as part of the fashion show was examining how their butts looked in the bodysuits. The judges seemed quite impressed, saying this suit outlined her butt perfectly, while commenting on what a cute butt she had. Sunset was very flattered, for she took great pride in her behind.
Rainbow Dash was also a part of the fashion show, also wearing Rarity's outfits. She farted while they were examining her butt, finding this to be absolutely hilarious.
Sunset was sweating a bit in the studio lights so she downed two more glasses of water.
Rarity gave Sunset her next outfit, a purple miniskirt type dress that buttoned up at the back. In the interest of time, the contestants were allowed to put them on over their bodysuits, which Sunset did, Rarity buttoning it up.
As Sunset posed for the fashion show, she felt her need to pee increase, slowly becoming more doubtful that she was going to make it. At least this time they weren't inspecting her rear. Not that Sunset didn't like them admiring her butt, but she wanted the fashion show to be over so she could find a bathroom now!
Finally, it came time to try on the third and final outfit, a fancy-looking blue dress that took about ten minutes for Rarity to get on. Sunset crossed her legs and fidgeted the entire time, wishing she hadn't been hot and thirsty enough to drink THREE more glasses of water before wearing this dress, despite her intense need to pee.
"Do try to hold it Sunset," said Rarity. "This is the final stage, and I will be very upset if you pee in my outfits."
"I'll try," said Sunset. "But I gotta go, REAL bad!"
Sunset walked onstage and posed as best she could, holding herself and crossing her legs under her dress.
Rainbow snickered at Sunset's desperation. The judges seemed to think her desperate poses were cute, too.
"I hope she doesn't end up peeing herself," said Hoity Toity. "That is a marvelous dress."
Sunset blushed a little, still holding herself and feeling waves of pee sloshing around inside her.
After what seemed like an hour, the fashion show was finally done. Sunset ran to the bathroom as quickly as she could.
"Well, we have a winner!" said Sapphire Shores. "Rarity has the best outfits, and her best model is Sunset Shimmer! She has a cuter butt than Rainbow Dash, and her 'need to pee' poses were even cuter!"
"And she didn't fart in my face," said Photo Finish.
Rainbow Dash chuckled.
Sunset reached the bathroom, entered a cubicle, and locked it. She didn't have time to pull down her dress so she lifted it up.
She then remembered, upon seeing it, she was wearing a bodysuit under her dresses. Feeling more uncomfortable by the second, Sunset started untying the back of her dress.
It was tricky because it was on her back, and Rarity had put it on so she didn't know how it all went. Some of the knots seemed very tight. If only it was loose enough for her to take it off over her head right now!
She began to work faster and faster with the strings, for she really needed to go!
After about fifteen minutes, she finally got it undone and took it off, throwing it to the side of the toilet. Then she got to work on her other dress, the short purple dress she was wearing underneath the fancy dress.
Her hands were sweaty so it was tricky to unbutton the back of it, especially since this made her unable to hold herself. This was a problem, because she felt like she was about to burst!
It took about nine minutes but she was able to get it off, throwing it on top of the fancy dress.
Next was her bodysuit, under which were her jeans, under which, her shorts, and her panties. Once she got her jeans down she'd easily be able to get her shorts and underwear down and pee. But every second counted and she wasn't sure she could hold it that long.
To her horror, the zipper of her bodysuit was stuck. Sunset pulled with all her might. She might have been able to get it sooner, but her hands were sweaty and often slipped off the zipper. She became more frantic as she desperately fumbled with the zipper.
And then, Sunset felt her crotch grow warm and wet as a soft hissing noise was heard.
*ppppsssssssssssss*
Sunset was peeing herself. She tried to stop her stream, but it only got harder. With a sigh of dismay, Sunset sat on the toilet to avoid making a puddle on the bathroom floor and peeing on the two dresses. Rarity would be angry enough for wetting ONE of her prize outfits.
A wet spot was rapidly expanding on her crotch, and in seconds the pee was passing through the butt of her bodysuit and splashing into the toilet below. Sunset couldn't help but sigh in relief. Sure, she was having an accident in her shorts, her jeans, AND one of Rarity's outfits, and her panties were soaked, but the relief felt amazing after holding it for so long, and part of her did like the feeling of the warm release.
She peed for just under two minutes, after which she let out another sigh, enjoying the relief despite her humiliation.
Then, she sheepishly opened the stall door and walked outside, holding both dresses in front of her and hoping to get home and change before anyone noticed that she wet her pants.
She was stopped by Rarity.
"Sunset, darling, they loved you SO much more than Rainbow Dash! Come onstage and claim your prize!"
Rarity pushed Sunset forward onto the stage by her butt, noticing at that moment that it was wet.
"Ew... Did you use my bodysuit as a toilet?"
Sunset blushed and tried to hide behind the dresses, but Rarity pulled them out of her hands, exposing her wet spot to the audience. Many of them started to laugh.
"I tried, but... I didn't make it."
"Her outfit looks even better after wetting it," said Photo Finish, and they took pictures.
"Turn around so we can see how your butt looks now," said Sapphire Shores.
Blushing beet red, Sunset turned around and let them take pictures of her pee-soaked tush.
Rarity let Sunset take her prize, and then took her to her house.
"Shame on you for peeing in one of my outfits," said Rarity.
"I'm sorry Rarity... I just couldn't get the zipper down."
Rarity sat down, put Sunset over her knee, not caring that she was getting some of her pee on her, and swatted her rear. With three layers of clothing plus her underwear, it didn't hurt much, but Sunset still felt ashamed.
As the spanking continued, Sunset noticed Rarity seemed to be spanking her a little more playfully, and she liked it.
After about 50 swats, Rarity stopped.
"I hope I wasn't too harsh," she said. "I'm sure you tried your best, and I can only imagine how embarrassing it must be for you. I wet myself once, and it was dreadful, though no one noticed because I was wearing skintight black pants at the time."
"Don't worry," said Sunset. "It didn't really hurt, and I like it when people do that."
"Wet themselves?"
"No, slap my butt." Sunset giggled a little.
"Well you DO have a very nice butt." Rarity slapped Sunset's tush again playfully. "I may have just wanted to slap it more than trying to punish you."
Sunset giggled. "Maybe I should pee in your outfits more often."
"Let me try to take this off."
Rarity tried to undo Sunset's zipper, but it still wouldn't budge.
"This zipper is broken."
"Oh... The second wave is coming..." The rest of the pee left over had now filled her bladder, and she got off Rarity's lap and ran to the bathroom.
"Between the broken zipper and you peeing in it, that outfit is no good anymore, so I'll have to cut it off you. Just wait while I fetch a pair of scissors."
"Too late." |
It was a busy day at university, and Eden and Zach were in a room made of couch on three sides, struggling with an assignment. Sarah, on the other hand, was doing much better at it, and was giving tips to the others on content and improvements while guzzling an iced tea and playing with her blonde hair. After a while, however, the work got tiring, so they packed up and went to a cafe inside the campus. When they arrived, Eden ordered a chocolate milkshake, while Zach and Sarah chose vanilla. While Zach was telling of his parkour exploits, Eden noticed Sarah wasn't standing normally. Sometimes she'd cross one leg over the other, and sometimes she'd even bend over a bit, causing her yellow shirt to hike up and reveal whatever part of her lower torso was above her buttoned denim skirt. Eden recognised this as Sarah needing the bathroom, and was now diverting some attention toward her legs and away from Zach's recent stacking. Eventually, Eden's penis noticed her movements, requiring him to adjust his jeans.
"Are you two alright?" Zach asked.
"Yeah," Sarah responded.
"What are you two doing?"
"Making some adjustments," Eden said as a matter of fact.
Zach started laughing, and Sarah and Eden followed suit, but Eden noticed that Sarah paused a bit during her laughing, and wondered whether she'd peed a bit.
"God damn, Eden," Zach said, taking no further notice of Sarah's movements.
Soon after, their milkshakes were finally served to them, and they walked to a different building as they had to look for a class. Sarah's friend Sione was going to meet up with them, but they didn't know if, or where, the class had been moved. They got to what was known as H block and took the stairs down two floors as that was where Sarah thought the class had been moved to. They looked around but couldn't find anyone they recognised so Eden found a seat and Sarah texted Sione.
"You wanna sit down, Sarah?"
"Nah I'm good."
"Are you sure? Okay."
"Ooh, seats!" Zach said, before taking a space for himself.
Sarah was pacing around, still crossing her legs from time to time, but was also drinking her milkshake faster than Zach, and much faster than Eden. Soon enough, she finished off her milkshake.
"Finished already?" Eden questioned.
"Yeah," Sarah answered.
"You must be thirsty."
"Oh, very," she said with a smirk.
Soon after, Sarah got a text from Sione, and found out the room they were moved to was four levels up from where they were, and the class was about to start so they had to take the lift up straight away. Zach finished his milkshake in the lift and threw it away before they entered the classroom, but Eden was still drinking as they walked in. They found Sione and sat down with her, Eden noticing that Sarah's legs were crossed rather tightly. The lesson itself proved to be rather boring, although there were some important details. Adding to the difficulty of listening to the lecturer, at least for Eden, was the perfume Sarah had sprayed early in the lesson, leaving Eden woefully distracted by the allure of strawberry in the air. With much of his attention on Sarah, however, he was able to notice that she had started to wiggle in her seat, her blonde locks swaying with her, although she was still taking plenty of notes. When the lesson ended, Zach and Sione got up from their chairs.
"Sarah, Eden, you guys alright?" Sione asked.
"I'm okay," Sarah responded, taking her time to get up and squeezing her legs a bit harder before doing so.
"Eden. Eden? Eden!" Zach said.
"What?"
"You coming?"
"Oh, yeah."
Zach and Eden immediately went to another class, leaving Sarah and Sione to do a project together. Despite her desperation, Sarah bought a coffee on the way, and denied the opportunity to use the library foyer bathroom when Sione went in, instead filling up her water bottle. When Sione finished, walking up the stairs to the couch room proved to be difficult for Sarah as she had to keep her legs as close together as possible.
As they were working on their assignment, Sarah became more desperate, her already crossed legs becoming tighter but less still as time passed. After an hour or so, they were constantly moving, and she was also frequently squirming around to address the sensation of her bladder. Indeed, keeping both hands on her keyboard proved to be an agonising task. Sarah tried to make sure that Sione wouldn't notice, but occasionally Sione would get suspicious, forcing Sarah to make various excuses to hide not only her need to pee, but also that she liked it. A lot. Eventually, Sione went home, leaving Sarah somewhat freer to wiggle, and even to sometimes hold herself. Sarah had held in public many times before, and was now well aware that she was approaching her bladder's limits, and she still needed to remain covert. In the meantime, she sprayed some more strawberry perfume and swung her legs up under herself, and the room soon became empty, allowing Sarah to hold herself more. Eventually, after his two hour class, Eden appeared, and Sarah removed her hand from her crotch in response.
"Hey Sarah, how you going?"
"I'm fine," Sarah replied, smiling back to Eden to draw away from her shifting.
"I got some more stuff I need help on..." Eden started to stutter upon registering Sarah's perfume, and was blinking faster "...for that assignment."
"Oh, okay. What do you need."
Sarah helped Eden with parts of the assignment, and Eden gave some tips to Sarah in return. Neither, however, had their full focus on the task at hand, and Sarah's now severe desperation was obvious to Eden. Of course, Eden tried not to let this on to Sarah as her state was a sight to behold. Sarah was already very attractive anyway, with her amazing blonde hair, her slender legs, and her perky breasts. However, her desperation, and her perfume, served to make her irresistible. While Eden's mind was being clouded by her perfume and her subtly frantic movements, Sarah's mind was being clouded by the urine that was overfilling her bladder and was now making advances at her urethra. She had no interest, however, in letting any of it out. Sarah was more desperate than she had ever let herself get in public before, but the sensations were simply too good to let go, and pretending she wasn't absolutely bursting while working on her assignment turned her on to no end. It was only a matter of time, though, before the two students could no longer ignore Sarah's urgent need.
"Are you okay, Sarah? You look like you need to pee."
"I'm fine."
"So your hand is just clutching there for nothing?"
Sarah gingerly moved her hand away from her nether regions, and was now perilously close to release.
"Okay, I kinda need to go, but I can hold it. See."
"You're squirming like crazy."
"That doesn't mean I can't hold it."
Eden raised his eyebrow at Sarah's claim, and Sarah had a bladder spasm, forcing her to grab her crotch again.
"You've been desperate since we got the milkshakes. That was more than three hours ago."
"You saw that?"
"Yes, I did. Your bladder must be overflowing by now."
"But that's how I like it."
This time, it was Eden who was surprised, perplexed as to why Sarah refused to use the bathroom, but in his strawberry clouded state he loved it.
Oh my days, Sarah is amazing. Oh my days.
Sarah, now with no reason to hide it, was now openly desperate, moaning every so often, one hand hard in her crotch, the other attempting to type, her legs, and indeed her body, shifting around like no tomorrow. Their new attempt at work was short lived, however, as their base desires were now overwhelming, with not only perfume and desperation distracting them, but also raging horniness.
"Sarah, how badly do you need to pee?"
"R-really bad," Sarah, with her other hand switching between typing and holding, responded.
"How long has your bladder been full for?"
"Since lunch."
"So about five hours?"
"That long? Holy shit."
"You still think you can hold it?" Eden raised an eyebrow in reference to Sarah's previous claim.
"Of course I c-can!" Sarah had a sudden urge and bent over with her legs tightly crossed around both her hands. "M-maybe."
"What do you wanna do now?"
Sarah paused, then suddenly switched to a much more playful tone.
"I wanna have sex."
Eden's surprise at this answer was palpable, but given his own desire, he was happy inside.
"And it looks like you want some too."
Sarah gestured to Eden's visibly erect penis, then shifted forward, closer to Eden, still visibly struggling against her bladder.
"You know you want to."
Eden stared at Sarah, her wonderfully slender figure still in perpetual motion. Her skirt was hiked up so high that her pink panties were visible to him, and he saw that they were quite wet. Their combined urges were so strong that Eden had no choice but to act. He shuffled on all fours in to Sarah and started snogging her, wrapping both arms around her. Sarah brought one arm around Eden, and after some time let go of herself with her other, bringing it to Eden's arm, guiding his arm to her crotch and holding his hand there, letting Eden feel the throb of her clitoris. She then let go of Eden's hand and held on to his body, leaving nothing but Eden's out of place appendage between urethra and couch, Sarah quivering under the load of preventing a torrent of pee from escaping her. As the kiss lingered on, their movements in embrace became more pronounced, violent even, and Eden's hand got wetter from the leaking Sarah. It was minutes before the embrace finally ceased, and when it did, Sarah's hands immediately replaced Eden's and her legs crossed like a vice in an effort to stop her bladder leaking. By the time it did, her panties were soaked, and it was starting to show on her skirt.
"Now for the good bit," Sarah said as she stripped off, but Eden soon interrupted.
"Not here, Sarah," he told the now topless girl fidgeting in front of her. "I know a place where no one will see us. Follow me."
When Sarah started to put her clothes back on, however, Eden shook his head.
"No bra, Sarah. Your nipples seem to like the exposure. Now that I think of it, those panties must be getting cold, so I'd remove those too."
Sarah tried to resist, but Eden simply looked sternly at her, and she complied.
"Good girl," he smiled.
They walked out of the library proper and into the foyer, and Eden told Sarah to wait outside the foyer bathroom while he went in.
"While you wait, you could fill up your water bottle. All that kissing must have made you very thirsty."
This time, Sarah complied quickly, having now fully entered submission, and stood there cross legged and squirming, trying her best to both hold her liquids and hide the fact she was inordinately desperate. The running water, however, had her leaking, and even spurting, as her water bottle filled. When Eden came out, she was rubbing her legs together to rub off the pee that had ran down them. Now they had to walk to another building altogether, and Sarah, complete with taut nipples under her shirt and a bare pussy under her heavily hiked skirt, was in a world of her own, one where every movement gave her euphoria, but at the same time threatened to be her humiliation. Outside it was near deserted, so Sarah grabbed herself hard as they walked to the secret location, the denim of her skirt rubbing against her clitoris. Soon, they entered the other block, and walked into a lift.
"Take off your shirt," Eden ordered.
"Here?" Sarah asked.
"Yes. And make it cute."
Sarah eagerly complied, her squirming accentuating her mini strip tease, her shirt slowly revealing her perky breasts and her perkier nipples. It was indeed a very cute strip tease, finished off by Sarah swinging her shirt and tossing it at Eden.
"There we go," Eden said, smiling with his arms opened out like a mob boss, a fidgeting Sarah then putting one hand back in her crotch.
The lift opened to a corridor and they made their way along, Sarah fondling her breasts with one arm, scared that someone would see her in such an undignified state, but said fear and fondling simply adding to her massive arousal. Opening the door to where they would have their pleasure revealed a large classroom, with couches at the tables instead of chairs, and they went straight to a massive ottoman-type couch in a corner of the room hidden from the door.
Sarah, with great difficulty, removed her skirt button by button and revealed her slender beauty in its bare form, gracefully exposed, yet in frantic motion.
"Now," Eden ordered, "drink up your water while I prepare. That bottle better be empty by the time my jeans are down."
Sarah chugged on her bottle as Eden stripped, at the same time pacing around on the spot and clutching at her pussy, and when they finished around the same time, her other hand joined in the effort, Eden watching with just a pair of boxer briefs.
Eden then took Sarah, brought her down on the soft furniture, and started to kiss her, first wildly on her red lips, and then to her blushing cheeks. He migrated down her neck, the massage of his lips in time with the waves of Sarah's laboured breathing, all the way to her breasts. He claimed those soft boobs as his territory, kissing every part of them until they were all his, Sarah's movements becoming more pronounced in response. His kissing came back up to her luscious lips, his hands taking over Sarah's breasts and gracefully fondling them. Eden then led one hand slowly down Sarah's torso until it reached her bladder, and traced his hand on it. Sarah's bladder was stiff as wood, yet so very sensitive, and Sarah was wriggling under Eden's touch. Her movements turned to writhing when Eden applied pressure to the vulnerable area, and she moaned from the pressure. His hand then continued on toward her lower labia, dripping with urine. His hand stroked them, teasing around them, and soon entered inside, causing Sarah to stiffen in arousal. She was in a state of wild pleasure, the stimulation controlling her mind, Eden controlling her body.
The foreplay then gave way to the main act as Eden removed his hand and revealed his condom sheathed penis, then inserted himself into Sarah. Each thrust was a thrust laced with unmatched pleasure, enhanced by the agony of the vessel inside her. Sarah's body became tenser with each stroke, her vessel begging harder and harder for release. Eden, too, was in carnal bliss, his member weighed down upon by Sarah's bladder, but his pleasure was nowhere near Sarah's, which got greater and greater with each stroke, until she was near climax. Indeed, Eden had to muffle Sarah's moans to avoid any possibility of being detected. Sarah inched toward climax, but the climax never came. Instead, she was left teetering on the edge, always peering over but never actually arriving. The agony was absolute, and Sarah wanted nothing more than to cum. Except she equally wanted it to never end.
Then Eden stopped thrusting. Eden attempted to dismount, but Sarah stopped him.
"Let me get out."
"No! Keep going!"
"Sarah, no."
"I need to cum!"
"I know you need to cum, but I also know that you want to be held at the door, begging to be let in, but truly desiring to be kept out. Besides, if you cum, you'll pee all over the furniture. You don't want that, do you?"
Sarah was not happy with Eden, but she knew he was right. Peeing all over the room could get her in big trouble, and she loved being denied. The feeling of being oh so close to orgasm was the most pleasurable of agonies, besides being oh so close to peeing herself, and combined they created an agony that Sarah enjoyed like no other.
"Now can you get off my penis?"
"If you take it out, I'll leak."
"You're already leaking anyway. I'll hold for you while I take it out, okay?"
Sarah nodded, and Eden took hold of her labia, which gave Sarah a jolt of pleasure. Eden then dismounted, and held tighter afterwards, before Sarah took over and grasped herself with both hands, drips getting past continuously. The pair of lovers then took off toward the mens' bathroom. Sarah was holding her clothes against her naked self with one hand, and Eden was in his boxers, and had filled Sarah's water bottle yet again on the way.
"Can I pee now?" Sarah begged, the toilets so tantalisingly close.
"Not yet, Sarah. Besides, I thought you loved having an overfilled bladder. Doesn't it feel amazing right now?"
"Oh, it so does!" Sarah groaned. "Now fuck my brains out!"
"I've got something to do first."
Eden then handed Sarah her water bottle, walked to a toilet, told her to drink, and then pissed. Sarah buckled to her knees in response to Eden pissing in full view of her, and she struggled to stop her bladder from emptying, pee leaking out of her while water flooded in. Only after Eden came out did he finally resume giving Sarah the pleasure she so wanted, and even then he refused to let her cum, keeping her at the door of orgasm, but not letting her in. Sarah was again in euphoria, her body tenser than ever before. It was moments more before Eden powered in hard, and Sarah finally had the orgasm she waited so long for. It was a powerful orgasm, and it consumed her completely, with much time passing before it ceased. In the chaos of her sensations, her bladder had finally released, letting a torrent of urine out of her. Eden carried her to the toilet before too much of the floor was flooded, and Sarah stayed there for what seemed like years before returning to reality.
After the pair returned to reality, they washed up and then returned to the previous room, and Sarah passed out on one of the large ottomans. Eden decided to sleep as well, setting a timer for half an hour.
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This is my first time writing in english and this sort of content. Wish you guys enjoy.
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CHAPTER 1
Brandon oppened his eyes, his vision was blurred, the only thing he could see was a bright light above him that made him frown. For a couple of seconds he felt nothing, but then, an intense pain started to ascend on his whole body, his abdomen ache the most. He could not help but moan in pain. Brandon did not know what was happening, he started looking around, he was in some kind of white room, he was just too scared to think straigh, he started yelling in pain and distress. He saw a figure coming in his direction saying “Stay calm, i'm applying a new dosage of analgesic, you'll be fine! Just... Stay calm...”. Brandon confused tries to move but hes body just doesn’t awnser, he starts to feel dizzy and he’s body tingles... He fell asleep.
Brandon now is awake and aware that he’s in a hospital bed, he looks over and see his school principal, Jennifer, sleeping in the armchair next to his bed. Jennifer was an old friend with his mom, she always looked after him on school, “But... what is she doing here?”, “What happened?” Brandon kept wondering why he didn't remember anything. Suddenly Brandon feels a discomfort on his abdominal area, he unconsciously moans and wakes Jennifer. She looks scared, she gazes at Brandon in a mix of sorrow and worry. Brandon avoid her gaze and tries to straighten up, he just cant, his body cant move, he feels so weak... Jennifer come closer and hug him barely containig the tears, saying: “Im so sorry Brandon!! Oh my God... Im so glad you’re okay... Everything its gonna be alright, do you hear me?” She attempts to smile at him.
Brandon gets more confused, he interrupts the hug and asks: “W-Whats going on? … I don’t… I don’t understand, what happened?” Jennifer smile dissipates and she stares at Brandon with worry. “W-Where’s my mom?!” Brandon asks clearly getting anxious. Jennifer freezes as her face shows complete affliction. The pain in his abdomen starts to increase making Brandon grunt and contract his body.
“Oh, Brandon! Are you okay? Do you want me to call the nurse?” Jennifer stares with a mournful face “Just… Just wait a second!” Jennifer leaves the room in a hurry. Brandon still shrunken in pain, it was a pain right in the bladder. He didn’t know exactly what was happening, but the feeling was terrifying.
A nurse entered the room and right behind her was Jennifer truly concerned. Brandon lifted his head and glance the nurse approaching. The nurse looked at his prontuary and calmly said: “Brandon, I’ve already raised your analgesic dosage to the limit… I can’t give you anymore right now, but I’m gonna give your doctor a call so he can re-evaluate it, ok?” Brandon sighed and nodded. “In a scale from 1 to 10 how intense is your pain right now?” the nurse asked.
“mm..6, I guess…”
“Ok, I’m going to get Dr. Curtis here and we’ll try to lower that to make you more comfortable, ok? Hang in there”
Brandon tries to ignore the pain on his bladder but as soon as he realizes that he is with a catheter he gets way beyond uncomfortable, he starts to blush on embarrassment imagining a bag full of his piss the side of the bed. Jennifer still by the door apprehensive, Brandon stare at his principal trying to understand what happened, and trying not to think about the catheter. Jennifer gaze at him and Brandon asks: “Does my mom knows I’m here?”
Jennifer knew how close Brandon and Samantha were and that she was his only family… How in the world could she tell a 16 years old kid that his mother died in the car accident?! Jennifer approached the bed, with her eyes watering, grabbed Brandon’s hand and started talking very gently but with her voice trembling: “Brandon… The doctor told me that you could not remember, and that amnesia is very common after a trauma… and… You and your mom were in car accident, a car ran over yours in a crossing, he passed a red light in high speed and…” Jennifer burst into tears, Brandon was getting really anxious and scared “She didn’t make it dear… I’m so sorry…”
Brandon started to laugh at nervous while tears dropping out of his face. “No, no, no, no, no... That… That isn’t true!! I’m just dreaming, I’m just… I…” Brandon started hyperventilating and sob, his heartbeat rate started to increase rapidly in the monitor “I-It can’t be true!! It’s not… I’m not felling w…” Jennifer, terrified, screamed for help while Brandon vision started to darken until he fainted.
Brandon woke up and saw himself in that same hospital room, he couldn’t believe, he didn’t want to believe, he couldn’t even remember anything from the accident… He kept wishing that this was just a horrible nightmare. Jennifer realized that Brandon was awake and came to him. “Hey B, how are you feeling?”
She was still there… How many time has passed? Wondered Brandon “I... I don’t know…”
“Are feeling any pain?” Jennifer said putting her hand on his shoulder.
“I’m good” He said roughly. He just wanted to pretend that none of this thing were happening.
“I know it’s not the best time Brandon, but we need to have a serious conversation”
Brandon just ignored, looking away.
“I know this may seem advanced, but… You don’t have any legal guardians now…”
Brandon eyes started to water, he bit his lower lip.
“You are currently under the government custody, when discharged from the hospital you’ll be taken to an orphanage...”
Hearing that made Brandon desperate, he began to silently mourn. He could only think how could this happen?! This can’t be true!
“But i won’t let that happen B! I’ve known you and your mom for a long time, I would never let this happen to you, do you understand?”
Brandon was sobbing but he still couldn’t look Jennifer in the eyes.
“I already have a foster care license, wich make all of this way faster, and i’m taking care of everything so you won’t have to go anywhere, ok?”
Brandon, trembling, bowed his head and nodded.
Jennifer ran her hand into his hair gently. “I need to make a few calls, so, if you need anything, i’ll be in the hall.” Jennifer left the room.
Brandon wiped his tears with the back of his hands. He was decided not to think about it anymore, he had to be strong. But he couldnt help thinking about living with his school principal, even though she was a close friend of his mom, he just couldnt stop thinking how odd that could be. After sometime wondering, Brandon fell asleep again, he woke with his doctor entering the room saying: “Hello Brandon, I’m Dr. Curtis, how you feeling kid?”
“I’ve been better...” Brandon answered despondent
“I’m really sorry kid... I truly am” Said Dr. Curtis, a moment a silence took over the room.
“Well, i have good news. You only had minor injuries, the one thing that kept you here was the suspicious of a internal injurie on your abdomen aerea, but the exams results showed that you only have a very small lesion on your bladder, wich, despite the pain, should heal by itself... You were very lucky Brandon.” Dr. Curtis tapped his shoulder and said while he left. “I’m discharging you tomorrow”.
Jennifer knocked on the open door and entered the room. “So... i‘ve heard you’ll be discharged tomorrow!” She said with a hopefull simle on her face “And after a few calls... I’m authorized to take you home. You dont need to worry about anything, okay?.”
Brandon looked at Jennifer and said: “Thank you...” Brandon was trying really hard not to breakdown.
“Its okay sweetie... Just rest.”
A nurse came into the room holding a tray with two jell-o’s, an apple and juice, she greeted them and left the tray on the stand. She checked the monitors and made notes on his prontuary. “Everything’s ok Brandon? Any pain or discomfort?”
“No...”
“Good” She smiled. “Now... Since you’re awake and being discharged tomorrow, i’m going to remove the catheter, ok?
Brandon blushed right away, this was so embarassing, even more with Jennifer standing there by his side.
Brandon said with a low and shaky voice: “Y-yeah...”
Jennifer just looked away and said as she left the room: ”Ok... I’m going to give you some privacy so... i’ll be waiting outside.”
Brandon couldt look, he was so embarassed that he just stared the ceiling the whole time, he wasn’t even listening to what she was saying, he only heard at some point “may hurt” and then he felt the catheter passing by his urethra, he released a moan in pain. He tried to mask his blushed face rubbing his eyes.
“Ok, i’m done here.” She covered Brandon. “Now, i recommend you going to the toilet every 2 or 3 hours for reajusting your bladder without the catheter and since you had a bladder injury you may experience urinary urgency, lower bladder capacity and pain. Pay attention to some signs, if the pain increases, if you have fever or notice presence of blood in your urine seek medical help, ok?” She puxed the stand with the tray next to him and said: “Now eat something.” She smiled and left.
Brandon didnt feel like eating, he was just feeling like shit, trying not cry every 5 seconds... He heard the nurse talking to Jennifer on the hall, but he rather just turn and try sleep again.
When he finally falls asleep Jennifer’s hand touch his arm “Hey B, i didnt want to wake you up but its been 3 hours since... “
Brandon sits avoiding Jennifer gaze. “Y-yeah”. He starts to lift up from bed, but he almost falls, his body isnt 100% yet. Jennifer comes closer e tries to help holding Brandom by the arm. “I-I’m Fine!” Brandon shouts. Jennifer steps back. With some dificulty Brandon stand and starts to walk in the direction of bathroom. Suddenly he feels hot drips running down his legs. “Nooo, it can’t be....” Brandon thought to himself. Brandon tries to run to the bathroom but his legs are wobbling, he take two steps and then stumbles, falling in floor. His piss starts gushing making a puddle underneath him. As soon as he falls Jennifer run towards him to help, when she bended down she notices the yellowish puddle spreading on the floor.
“Oh Dear…”
Brandon shuted his eyes while biting his underlip trying to not exist in that moment. A tear dropped from his eyes.
“It’s okay, It’s okay… C’mon let’s get you on your fe-“
“P-Please... Just leave...” Brandon said sobbing
Jennifer grabbed Brandon by his armpits “C’mere...” she helped lift him up and walked him into the bathroom, leaving him under the shower holding the support bar.
Jannifer softly asked “Do you want me to call the nurse?”
“I can do it” Brandon said staring at the floor, he felt so humiliated…
Jennifer left the bathroom saying: “I’ll be here in the room, if you need anything…” Brandon just nodded.
Brandon took off his robe and and started to shower, he burst into tears and punched the bathroom wall a few times. He was a mess, how could he piss himself without even noticing that he needed to pee?! After 20 minutes of meltdown under the shower, the tears ceased, his hands were bruised from the punches and his eyes swollen. Brandon sighed and got into a clean robe that already was in the bathroom. He gets back in the room, the floor was clean and Jennifer was sitting the armchair texting in her cellphone. Brandon got back to the bed with his head down, avoiding any eye contact. He laid down on the bed, “Hey B… How you’re feeling?” asked Jennifer.
With a headache from all the crying, Brandon turned around and closed his eyes ignoring Jennifer, soon he fell asleep again.
Brandon woke up with the nurse setting things up for his discharge, he was feeling a little better but yet tired. A pinch in his bladder made him contract involuntarily. Brandon didnt want to wet himself again so he got up quickly and headed to the bathroom, he made it this time but when he started to pee he felt a sting in his bladder that really hurted, the flow was weak and ceased readly despite the fact that his bladder didn’t felt empty. Brandon just ignored and got back to the room. Jennifer was there with some folded clothes on her hands.
“I’ve got you some clothes, go dress up while i go sign the papers so we can leave.”
Brandon took the clothes. “Thanks...”
After he got dressed the nurse told him that Jennifer was waiting him in the reception, while walking to the reception Brandon felt so fragile, his body was so weak... He sighted Jennifer at the reception, she was giving him a conforting smile. Timidly he aproached her and she hugged him affectionately, he felt a little bit better.
“Ready?” Jennifer asked grabbing her car keys.
“Yes…” Brandon answered timidly with his head down.
In the car Brandon just glazed at the sky by the window most of the time. Jennifer knew that he needed time so she didn’t say anything. Brandon felt his bladder filling, he could not believe it. We just left the hospital, i peed, like, 10 minutes ago! This can’t be possible!! he tought. It’s ok… I can hold until we arrive… I just need to breathe… The car passed on a speed bump that made Brandon squirm. He was starting to get really desperate, Brandon started to cross his legs and squeeze. Jennifer noticed Brandon inquietude. “Hey sweetie… is everything ok?” Jennifer asked looking a little concerned.
Brandon gasped: “Yeah, sure!” He didnt want to tell her that he already needed to pee like, he was embarassed enough from the wetting on the hospital.
Jennifer tought that Brandon was just anxious about moving with his principal, she knew how teens were so she preferred not to bother him anymore.
Brandon couldn’t hold it anymore. He grabbed his penis attempting to hold it a little longer, but a few seconds later a flow started and he wasn’t able to stop it. He stared at his jeans staining with his pee and leaking on the seat. Brandon was mortified, trembling he puts his hand over his face, closing his eyes trying to hide his embarassment. He didn’t knew what to do, pee was drippling from the seat into the carpet on the car floor. Brandon froze, he barely could breath or open his eyes. Jennifer didn’t notice at first but then she saw by the corner of her eye Brandon squirming and putting his hands on his face. She looked at him and saw him trembling then she realized that his pants were soaked as well as the car seat. She gaped without knowing what to do. “Oh darling... “Jennifer took a deep breath and gently said: “I-It’s okay, there’s no need to be ashamed B, the doctors said this could happen and...” Brandon kept trembling with his hand on his face. “We’re already arriving, ok? Don’t worry”.
Jennifer speeded up. She parked the car in the garage, Brandon was relieved that they finally arrived but he didn’t knew how to look Jennifer in the eyes, he was so ashamed of himself that he barely could hold his embarrassment tears. Jennifer unbuckled her seatbealt, got out, she opened the house door and looked at Brandon who stood still at the same position trembling. She opened the car door and bended next to him, grabbing his shoulder trying to reassure him. "C'mon B, it's ok. There's nothing to be ashamed of... let's get you inside, ok?.
Brandon took his hands off his face, clearly blushed and avoiding eye contact. "I-I'm so sorry... I don't know wha-"
"You don't need to apologize B! It was not your fault!"
Brandon sighed and got out of the car, he saw the soaked seat and he felt a twinge in his stomach of embarrassment. Jennifer was by the front door, he walked towards her with his head down.
Brandon wondered "How's gonna be from now on? Living with his principal and mom's best friend? Why can't I remember anything from the accident? What's going on with my bladder? Will I wet myself all time from now on?!"
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I want to write more chapters but its a very slow process for me so... i don't know when the next chapter its going to be ready.
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CHAPTER 2
They got into the house, Jennifer showed Brandon the way into the guest's room and its bathroom. She handed him towels, a change of clothes and left the room. Brandon got into the shower, he felt so little, so helpless, he couldn’t hold his tears and started sobbing really loud. He felt so weak and exhausted that he just let his body fell slowly through the wall sitting in the shower and hugging his knees. He cried until he had no tears left. He was so confused, it hasn’t hit him that he was never going to see his mom. Brandon got off the shower, got dressed and headed to the bed, he was feeling dizzy and a little bit nauseous. He laid on the bed and close his eyes, breathing deeply after a while he was starting to feel a little better. Then he heard Jennifer knocking on the door. "Brandon, you need to eat honey, come downstairs eat something, I made us lunch." She said through the door. Brandon didn’t feel like eating, he still feel a bit nauseous but he figured that eating might make him feel better.
He went downstairs and started to look at the house, he already been there when little with his mother, but didn't remember much. And when he got in before he was so embarrassed that he couldn't pay attention to anything but his wet jeans. The house was very clean and minimalist, with some touches of green with some nice plants she had around the house, it had a touch of modern to it. He got to the dinner table he couldn't look for more than a few seconds to Jennifer, he felt ashamed, he wet himself twice in front of her! A sixteen-years old boy!
Jennifer put a serving in front of him. Brandon started to eat slowly. Jennifer had a long breathe and said: "Brandon, I know this isn't easy but... I'm arranging things for Helena's funeral... You don’t have to do anything, me and some of your mom's friends are doing this already, but I didn’t want to exclude you from this... I mean, I have to ask you if you want to help with anything. But again, you don’t have to, okay?"
Brandon seemed to be really okay with all this. Jennifer though he was still on chock or something, she felt like Brandon was simply ignoring his feelings and trying to believe that nothing has ever happened.
She was right...
Brandon nodded and said: "I don't know... what can I help with?"
"Mmm... Do you know what's her favorite flowers?"
"She really likes gardenias..."
Jennifer noticed that he referred to her in the present, that made her heart hurt and acknowledge that it hasn’t hit him yet...
"Okay, perfect! Gardenias then" She said giving a little side smile at him.
They talked a little about the funeral, Jennifer didn’t want to pressure him no more with the subject.
"You should get some rest, the doctor said you still need to recover, if you need anything I'll be in my office, its the room next to yours"
"Okay..." Brandon said heading to the kitchen with his plate.
"Just put it in the sink sweetie, I'll clean it"
Brandon heard it but choose to ignore and clean it himself, he was used to help on the house cleaning.
He went upstairs looking around the house again, it all looked like a dream, he felt like all of this was a dream, it didn't feel real, he could almost laugh of it sometimes. His dizziness passed, but he still felt really tired, his body was very heavy and hi didn't understand why he was feeling like that.
As soon as Brandon laid down on bed he slept, heavily, waking up nearly 10 hours later. He still felt dissociated from reality. As soon as he got up he felt pressure on his bladder, he hurried to the bathroom. After taking a reliving piss he washed his face and got downstairs. On the board in the kitchen que read: "I'll b back by 5, theres food on the frigde, make urself comfortable" and her cellphone number under. Brandon explored the house, grabbed some food, washed his dishes, sat on the couch and watched some netflix, after a while he fell asleep again.
Jennifer came back, she was talking on her phone, she noticed the tv on with the netiflix sign "are you still there?" And Brandon sleeping on the couch. She got upstairs, grabbed a blanket and covered him. Jennifer was in a hurry, arranging thing for the funeral, all the legal parts of fostering Brandon and heritage stuff. She always did well on arranging and taking care of everything. She was a workaholic, often forgetting about her own needs.
She never needed to care of anyone other than herself... All of this was going to be a new journey for her. Jennifer was exhausted she didn’t have the time to grief yet, and hiding her feeling for comforting Brandon was making her very weary.
Jennifer was making dinner, Brandon got up, he took some seconds to understand where he was. He felt apathetic. Jennifer noticed him getting up and said gently "Hey B, dinner will be ready soon". He nodded, when he got up he groaned and squirmed, he felt that pain in the bladder again. Jennifer looked at him concerned and already getting closer. "Brandon? Are you okay?" Brandon straightened out "I'm fine, i'm fine... I just... slept in the wrong position..."
"Okay..." Jennifer said but kept her concerned look.
Brandon hurried to the bathroom, he knew he leaked a little, but he felt so apathetic that he didn't cared much about it. He felt a little shy walking around and going to the bathroom in someone else's house. He peed slowly attempting to suppress the noise, he always knew that he was a bit pee shy. When he came back Jennifer already was setting the table. Brandon promptly helped her. They ate quietly, Brandon could see that Jennifer was exhausted. Jennifer discussed the last details about the funeral that was going to happen tomorrow. She tried to be very sensitive about it, and to help Brandon deal with his feelings. Brandon was apathic and Jennifer noticed. She knew that he needed time to assimilate everything. She already was talking to a psychotherapist due to the traumatic experience he had been through, she just didn’t want to overstep on anything right now. After dinner Brandon went to the guest's room and Jennifer to her office, working made her forget her grief and the fact that she was going to adopt her best friend's son, she certainly didn't feel ready to raise a teen.
Brandon felt a little bored, he didn’t have his computer or his cellphone, probably his cellphone was lost forever. He started to think about his friends in school, did they know? All of this felt like a dream... His memories were foggy and he felt light headed. He thought that he wasn't able to sleep anymore, he basic slept the whole day but yet he still feel tired. Brandon tried to remember anything from the accident, in his mind the accident had never happened... After a while he ended up sleeping again.
"Honey, Honey...I'm sorry to wake you up but I need you to check the address for me again on my phone, please. I think they sent me it wrong"
Brandon woke up with his mother voice, she was driving the car while gently touching his arm. After a few seconds really confused he realized that it was all a crazy dream! He felt greatly relieved. He felt like crying but he preferred to held his emotions by only giving her a big relived smile while getting her phone from her bag to check that address.
All of sudden all he heard was the sound of a huge rumble, his body was thrown back and all he heard after was a loud buzz in his head. He opened his eyes, feeling a huge pain in his abdomen, he groaned loud, as he regained his conscience, he looked for his mom desperately, the image of his mom dead by his side was too shocking, he froze, feeling really dizzy, out of breath, his heart pounding so fast that it hurt, he started pissing himself of shock, sobbing and screaming desperately, he felt like he was dying.
"Brandon! Brandon! Wake up!!"
Brandon woke in despair still in shock and sobbing, he was so frightened he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t understand what was happening, he just wanted his mom, like a little child waking up after a nightmare!
"I'm here, I'm here! It's okay B, you're safe. Just breathe... just breathe, I'm here" Jennifer hold him firmly trying to reassure him.
Brandon hugged her tightly, crying and trying to breathe. He realized, it wasn't a dream, his mom was gone!
"Calm down... calm down... I'm here for you... Breathe..." Jennifer whispered, caressing his back.
A few minutes later the tears ended his breath was normal again. Brandon felt his lap and legs warm and wet, he looked down and saw it. He wet the bed. That made Brandon almost panic again.
"I-I'm... so sorry... I just... I..." His eyes started watering, he frowned and covered his eyes.
"Sweetie, you don’t have to apologize, it happens, it's not your fault B. It's okay, it's okay... "
He sighed, his hands still in his face. "Go take a shower, relax, I'll take care of everything alright? There's some clothes on the first drawer" She ran her hand through his hair and left the room closing the door.
Brandon stood there for a while, ashamed. He gave a long sighed and got up, even his shirt was wet, he gazed at the bed completely soaked. His whole body hurt, he was exhausted and defeated. In the shower he chose not to think about what happened. He was wacked.
The bed sheets were gone and there was a towel on the bed. Jennifer came into the room "You can sleep on my bed, I'll be working until later on my office and there's a sofa-bed there" Jennifer didn't want to admit to herself but she slept quite a lot in her office.
Brandon got a little shy about sleeping I her bed after he wet his. "I-I'll sleep here, There's no need to..."
"Don’t worry B, c'mon" She said approaching, grabbing him by his arm and leading him to her bedroom. Brandon was truly embarrassed about everything but he felt so weak and fatigued that he just followed her dispirited.
"Now get some sleep. Call me if you need anything. Good night" She rubbed his back and left the room.
Brandon laid on her bed and slept right away. He blackout.
"Brandon, sweetie."
He opened his eyes, frowned confused. What happened? Where was he?
"We need to get ready for the funeral..."
He sat on the bed and came back to reality. The memories of what happened yesterday were foggy, he knew he panicked, cried like a little baby and wet the bed but didn't remembered clearly what he dreamed about. Jennifer was without any makeup, her hair was messy and dressed in a robe. He never saw her so like that before.
"Your suit is on your bedroom"
"My bedroom..." Brandon thought. He got up and went to "his" bedroom.
The whole funeral Brandon was with his head in the clouds. He was feeling like in a dream again, people would talk to him and give condolences and he felt like that whole thing was happening with someone else, not him. A few of his friends and their moms were there so Brandon stood with their friends, they were all sorry for him and very silent. No one would talk about anything, they were all pity and compassionate, that made him feel a little uncomfortable. His old friend Layla, a girl he basically grown up with because they were neighbors when kids and always studied in the same school, was there too. She wasn't living next-door to him anymore, they weren't best-friends no more but they see each other every day on school and still good friends. She didn't talk much either but she was truly sorrowful.
At first Jennifer was rushing around as always but at the burial she burst into tears, sobbing and hugging her friends who were also crying. She looked so strong to him, it was strange to see her so fragile. Brandon were just a spectator at his own mom's funeral, he was far in his head just watching.
On the car Jennifer with her eyes a bit swollen and her makeup a bit smudged said: "I got the keys to your house this morning... If you want, we can stop by and get some of your stuff..."
"Ok, I guess..."
"If you're not ready yet we don’t have to Brandon. I'm just suggesting that because it may be more comfortable for you have some of your things around for now. I can hire a cargo for us to get anything you want from the house to my place later, okay? We don't need to hurry"
"No, it's fine, let's go... I miss my laptop"
When Brandon got into the house he could smell his home... he could smell his mom... He was hit with so many emotions at once, he didn't want to feel them, he started to suppress all that horrible feelings and it was hard to control his emotions. He looked at his house, it wasn't his house anymore, he would no longer live there, all his memories, all his life were vanishing like sand escaping trough his hands and he could do nothing about it. He rushed upstairs trying to escape that feeling, he tried to be as fast as possible, the more he stood inside that house the less he could breathe. He grabbed his laptop, his videogame, his clothes and left. He almost fainted. Outside the house he started breathing really heavily, trying to regain his breath, he felt like puking. He squatted, put his things down and closed his eyes breathing slowly and deeply.
Jennifer saw Brandon's reaction and knew that it was a terrible idea. The boy was devastated and it was her fault, she should've known better. She sat at his side and hugged him. "I'm sorry sweetie, I'm so sorry..." That made Brandon feel better, he got up and said: "It's ok... Let's just... leave."
"Okay..."
Brandon went straight to "his" room and started setting his Xbox, he played for a couple hours trying to ignore all his feelings. Then he checked his facebook: lots of condolences, lots of fake people and... pics of his mom... He started looking at all his photos with her, all their moments together... She was everything to him... He started to panic, he wanted to go home, he needed to go home! This wasn't his home! He got up left Jennifer's house and ran, he ran to his true home in the middle of the night.
By the early morning Jennifer was reading to her office, she couldn't sleep much. She noticed Brandon's door open, she went check on him and saw the room empty. Her heart raced, she looked for him all over the house, Jennifer was getting desperate. She looked for Helena's house keys, they were gone, so she hopped into her car and hushed to Helena's house praying for Brandon be there.
When she got there the door was unlocked, she opened and saw Brandon sitting on the floor, two empty bottles of vodka and many broken things and it pieces on the floor. She felt so relieved that she found him, but greatly worried for him at the same time. Brandon was clearly drunk, he couldn't keep his head straight and babbling. Jennifer came over and sat by his side, she hugged him, saying nothing. Brandon was so mad, so frustrated, his bladder was bothering him and his drunkenness magnified all his feelings. But when Jennifer hugged him, he felt so cared that he couldn’t hold his emotions anymore, it all hit him at once. His mom was gone forever, his house was gone forever and his life was never going to be same again. It was so painful! He never so much pain in his life, all that emotions that he was trying to hold were being released. He hugged her back, tightly and cried loudly. It was too much to deal, he collapsed. His bladder started to empty, soaking his clothes and forming a huge puddle beneath him and wetting a part of Jennifer's pants too. He peed a lot due to all the alcohol in his body, he didn’t even feel he was peeing he just sobbed for minutes.
Jennifer knew that after all he was just a child going through a lot, recovering from a very traumatic experience. She didn't mind the pee at all, she knew that she just needed to be supportive and she was actually glad that he was letting it all out.
Brandon ended blacking out, sleeping on her lap. The sun was rising.
"Sweetie... wake up..."
Brandon opened his swollen eyes, he was feeling very drunk. He clumsily got up Jennifer rapidly holded him by the arm, making sure he didn't fall. He stumbled to the car. Jennifer putted him into the seat and pulled his seatbelt, opened his window and headed to her place. Brandon was feeling very dizzy and very sick, his head was spinning and the was getting really car sick. He was so drunk that he only noticed his wet pants now.
"Jen-Jenny... I... I-I peed my p-pants..." He said slurring.
"It's okay sweetie, you can take a shower as soon we arrive."
"I-I-I sorry I... peed mm-myselff... I'v-ve been doing t-this a lot lately... a-a-and I'm ruining yo-your car seat"
"Honey, it's fine, don’t worry. You are doing great, okay? Now just rest, we're almost there"
"Thaanks Je-…"
Brandon quickly turned his head to the open window and started to threw up.
"Oh, B..." Jennifer ran her hand on his back while he puked. "It's okay, let it out... It's okay"
"I'm sorry..." Brandon said tearful
As soon as they arrived Jennifer walked Brandon to his bathroom and helped him take his clothes off, leaving him to take off his own underwear and shower. She left him pajamas and said: "If you need any help I'll be by door ok?"
Brandon was able, with great difficulty, to put his pajamas and lay in his bed.
Jennifer putted him on his side, and a bucket by the side of the bed. She watched him sleep peacefully.
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CHAPTER 3
Brandon woke and felt terrible, his head was pounding and his stomach upset. He wished he blackout completely but he remembered everything that happened... He no longer was in a dream, he was back in reality and it hurt a lot, finally Brandon accepted, he was grieving. He cried a little with his head onto the pillow but his headache was getting worse, he got into the shower and stood there thoughtful.
Brandon was decided to move on, he knew his mom would want that. He had to be an adult, he had to move on!
Brandon went to the kitchen get some water, he really needed to hydrate, he was still very shy to walk around Jenny's house. He noticed she wasn't there, while drinking almost a liter of water he thought: "This is my house now too... I have to be comfortable here now, I need to be mature and embrace my new life!"
Brandon started walking confident around the house, exploring every corner. He was starting to like there, it was tidier than his old house. He looked at his bedroom, it was bigger than his old one, but it needed a few changes to make it truly "his" bedroom. Brandon played video-game the whole afternoon, sometimes he would feel a bit sad and start to think about the things he never had the chance to say to his mom and all that kind of stuff but he knew that he had to stay away from that thoughts, he read it online. He was regaining his confidence again, he wasn't feeling like an abandoned puppy anymore, and he had to keep that state of mind to move on.
Jennifer entered the house and heard Brandon cursing on his videogame, she wasn't used to have some teenager cursing on her house. She ignored and started to make dinner, the videogame volume was very loud, witch really bothered her. Brandon didn’t even notice she was in the house.
Dinner almost ready, Jennifer came upstairs to call Brandon, by the door she had to almost scream to get his attention.
"Hello?!!"
"Wow, I didn't know you were here..." Brandon said a bit surprised.
"Turn that off, dinner is ready"
"Ok, I'll just finish thi-"
"Now." Jennifer said harshly.
Brandon looked away a little bewildered and turned it off.
Jennifer went downstairs thinking that maybe she was a little hard on him.
An uncomfortable silence at dinner. Than Jennifer started to talk
"So... I was talking to a really good psychologist that I know and... I made an appointment for you on Monday... With the all changes and everything, I think you may need a little help to cope with all that."
Brandon grinned
"Thanks, but... I think I'm ok"
"But B..."
"Seriously, you don't have to treat me like a baby, ok? I can make my own decisions and I don’t think I need that."
"It really was a wise decision to drink a whole bottle of vodka and pee yourself..." Jennifer thought but preferred to stay quiet, she was really tired and didn't want to start arguing with a teenager. Instead she took a deep breath. After dinner Jennifer started to watch TV and Brandon went to his room.
Jennifer was mentally exhausted, she wasn’t used to have to deal with all that teen hormones in her house, she wanted to apologize. Later she started craving for a bubble tea, she loved to drink that while working late. And it was a great opportunity to go out with Brandon and make things less awkward after dinner.
"B! Lets go out!" She said downstairs
"What?!" Brandon didn't hear it right
"Come make me company to the Boba Guys!! Let's go grab some bubble tea!"
Brandon never drank bubble tea, he thought it was just some overrated hype.
"Pleeeeeaasee!!!"
Brandon sighted
"Ok... Just wait a minute"
"Yaassss!!"
Brandon laughed with her reaction.
At the car Jennifer asked: "Guess who I found near our neighborhood today?"
Brandon was on his phone texting their friends, he faked interest and answered: "Who?"
"Layla! Your friend form school, remember? I discovered she lives 3 blocks from our house"
Now he faked he had no interest.
"Nice..."
Brandon actually was really happy to know that, he missed their friendship and she was very cute too.
On line to get the bubble tea Jennifer and Brandon talked about school. Brandon wanted to return to school soon, he told her that It would make him feel better, going back with his routine being around his friends etc. Jennifer agreed, she hasn't returned to her routine at school either. They got their bubble tea and walked towards the exit.
Brandon took a sip and truly enjoyed.
"Damn, this is dope"
Jennifer gave him a disapproval look.
Brandon choke back a laugh.
Suddenly they heard a loud bang on the parking lot.
Jennifer gasped getting a little scared, then she saw that some men accidently dropped a bunch of metal tubes of some structure on the floor. She smiled in relieve.
"Can you believe I got scared? Haha-"
Jennifer looked at Brandon and saw the boy frozen, a terrified look in his face, trembling and tears starting to flood his eyes.
"Brandon?! Are you ok?? B, answer me!"
Brandon was hyperventilating, he was so scared, all his bad memories came back and he was in shock. Brandon was all alone in the dark hearing the car crash, seeing his mom again and again, it was disturbing. He didn't understand it! It was so real!
Then a warm feeling came over his body, slowly he could hear Jennifer's voice.
"I'm here, I'm here sweetie..."
Slowly he recovered his breath and started getting back to the reality. They were next to the Boba Guys door, his Boba Tea was on the floor, Jennifer was holding him, caressing his back and talking softly. Brandon looked at down and saw a medium pee stain in his pants, he peed his pants again! He felt so scared that he didn't even notice! He felt like fainting, his legs were giving up. Brandon heard Jennifer calling for help, some people around tried to help grabbing a chair and holding his body. He fainted.
A couple minutes later Brandon was awake, he didn't remember exactly what happened he was very confused, there were some unknow people looking at him really worried. Then he saw Jennifer and felt relived, seeing a familiar face made him feel safe.
"Sweetie, are you ok? What happened??" Jennifer said putting her hand in his cheeks looking really worried.
"I... I don't know... I just"
"Are you hurt??"
"No, I'm ok I-" Brandon noticed the stain in his pants and those people looking at him. He blushed right away, his memories started to come back a little foggy, he straightened up and crossed his legs trying to mask the stain. He gazed away from everyone eyes.
"Can we just go back to your house?" He almost whispered
Jennifer noticed Brandon's embarrassment and nodded.
"Ok, just take it easy" Jennifer said helping Brandon get up.
"Thanks for your help! Everything is fine now, thank you very much!" Jennifer said trying to dissipate the attention from Brandon.
Brandon tried to hide his accident with his hands and walked towards the car with his head down. Jennifer escorted him.
It was absolutely silence on their way home, then Brandon said, gazing outside the car window.
"I... Maybe I should go on Monday..."
Jennifer looked at Brandon she was worried but happy for hearing that.
"Ok" She knew it was a sensitive subject.
Jennifer handled him her Boba Tea. "Here, take it. I had enough of it"
"Thanks" Brandon smiled, he felt grateful for having her.
Back in the house Brandon went take a shower, his body was sore and he felt exhausted. Did I had a panic attack? What was that? Maybe I should go see a doctor... I'm pissing myself almost everyday wtf!!
After shower he laid on bed and received a text from Layla.
L: "Principal said we're neighbors again ?"
B: "Yeah.. I still cant believe Im living with her" Brandon answered
"That must be scary"
"Idk..Its just different"
"shes nice"
"you're being so strong, I cant even imagine what its like"
"Im here if u need anything, ok?"
"Tks Layla, its nice to have u around again ?"
They texted for a while, Brandon felt unburden talking to an old friend. He heard the same words from his others friends too but somehow he felt a bigger connection with Layla, they knew each other for a long time.
Brandon was walking on the street he saw Layla coming.
"Hey Layla! What you doing around here?"
"Nothing actually, just heading home, you?"
"I'm going to Boba Guys, have you ever tried Boba tea?"
"No, what is it?"
"Come with me! It's dope, you're gonna love it!"
"Okay! Let's go"
Brandon and Layla were talking on their way to Boba Guys when suddenly Brandon heard a low voice.
"Brandooonn.... heeelp meee"
Brandon looked at the alley and saw his mom lying on the floor bleeding, Brandon rushed towards her crying when he realized he was now in the car wreckage, in pain and with his mom dying by his side.
What's going on??? HEEEELP!! HEEEELP!
Brandon woke sweeting and crying and trying to regain his breath in silence, he didn’t want Jennifer to calm him down again he was a grown boy. Brandon took a little longer than he expected to calm himself down and get back to reality. He was still scared and his heart racing, Brandon noticed he wet the bed. Again.
He was so frustrated, he started punching the wall and crying quietly biting his lip.
"Why.... Why is this happening to meee??" Brandon said almost inaudibly
"Fuck, fuck, fuckkk!!"
Jennifer was listening to music with earphones and didn’t heard Brandon distress, but after a while she noticed the knocks on the wall, she took off her earphones and heard Brandon's punches. She thought for a second if she should interfere and decided to go check on him.
Brandon heard Jennifer's door open. He took a deep breath and looked at the soaked bed, he bit his lip trying to figure out how to hide that from Jennifer.
Jennifer knocked on the door and said softly "B, is everything okay?"
Brandon rapidly grabbed a blanket on the closet and laid back in bed covering his mess with the blanket.
"Y-yeah, I'm good." Brandon answered nervously
"I'm going in..." Jennifer said while slowly opening the door.
She looked at Brandon with his lap covered with the blanket and with a very suspicious face. She got it
"Oh... Ok, sorry. I'll just leave..." She started closing the door.
Brandon didn’t understand what she meant with that.
"I'm ok with all that, its super natural, mostly at your age, and I don’t wanna be a buzzkill but... Just please, try not to make so much noise, ok?"
Brandon blushed like a beet. ---Whaaaaat????!!!! She thought i was...????!!! NOOOOO!!!!---
"NO!! ITS NOT L-" Jennifer close the door and left
"FUUUUCK!" Brandon slapt his face |
Avery Chisholm had just turned seventeen. She was a responsible and somewhat bookish young lady and the eldest of three children. Her younger half-brother, Presley, was less than a year her junior and he resented that Avery was considered the oldest and the most responsible. He blatantly refused to care for their youngest half-brother, Cody, who was only five.
Their mother, Kat, was a single mother who had fallen on hard times since Cody’s father had left the family to pursue a mail order bride in Tampa. Though Cody’s father had paid off the house, Kat was rarely able to make payments on time for every other bill she had coming in on a meager cashier’s salary.
Avery worked part-time at the video store and babysat her youngest brother when their mother worked weekends. She didn’t mind so much; Cody was easier to handle than Presley… and he was completely verbal. The only downside was that Cody rarely spoke. Kat was unable to hire a speech pathologist on her wage. Cody’s father, though he had the money, no longer wished to visit his son and only sent child support payments through the mail, which ended up paying for groceries and Christmas gifts most of the time.
Presley and Avery were less fortunate. Kat had given birth to her first child when she was just seventeen and was unable to get child support from Avery’s father at the time. She was no longer in contact with the family either. Presley’s father had attempted suicide shortly after Presley was born. His father had been in and out of the mental health facility for at least sixteen years. Kat managed to marry and divorce the father of her second child within a year.
It was Friday afternoon and Avery had just come home from school to find an empty house. Presley’s backpack was laying on the floor, books pouring out of it - he was already out drinking with his punk friends. There was a note on the round, wooden coffee table that read: “Avery & Presley - please pick up your brother. Had to take another shift at CostMart.” Scrawled in red underneath their mother’s note, Presley had written “FUCK THAT” in capital letters. Avery groaned and set down her backpack. She would have to walk almost all the way back to school to grab Cody. She wished her mom had just phoned the school, but then she remembered their phone had been cut off due to delinquent payments.
On her way back up the road, Avery stopped at the corner store and picked herself and Cody up a soda. She checked her watch: 3:17. Hopefully the kindergarten teacher hadn’t left for the day. She hoped Cody didn’t have them call home to see when Mom was picking him up. Avery was easily embarrassed by the family’s financial situation. She wished her attitude could be more like Presley’s; he seemed to own being poor. He didn’t care what anyone thought. Avery just wanted to be normal. She started running towards the school, hoping desperately that Cody was okay. She ran past the old office and down the hall to the kindergarten class, pushing the door open excitedly. Cody was the only kid still waiting. He was staring intently at a book about dinosaurs.
Mrs. Keefer, who had been teaching kindergarten probably since their mother had gone to school, stood up from her desk. “Avery! You made it.”
“I’m so sorry Mrs. Keefer - I must’ve forgotten it was my turn to pick up Cody-”
“It’s quite alright. Your mother let us know this morning that she may be late to pick him up this afternoon.” Mrs. Keefer smiled sweetly as if she knew Avery’s life story and felt nothing but sympathy for her.
Avery smiled awkwardly, “Let’s go, Code.” She held out her hand for him to grab. “Let’s grab your backpack and coat…”
Cody didn’t even look at her. “Dinosaur,” he said.
“Cody, come on. We have to go home. You can read the dinosaur book when you come back to school on Monday.”
Cody shook his head and stayed put, still reading the book.
Avery groaned. “Please Cody! I have a surprise for you for the walk home.”
Cody didn’t move.
Mrs. Keefer came over and knelt beside Cody. “Cody, you need to listen to your sister. I know how much you like the dinosaur book, so how about you borrow it for the weekend? If you take good care of it, maybe you can keep borrowing the books you like.”
Cody tore his eyes away from the book and nodded happily. “Dinosaur,” he said excitedly, flapping his hands. He followed Avery to his cubby and put on his coat and backpack without a fuss.
“Thank you,” Avery called to Mrs. Keefer. She whispered to Cody, “Say thank you.”
Cody waved at Mrs. Keefer, but stayed silent.
As they walked down the road, Avery handed her little brother a can of cream soda. “Don’t tell Mom about this. I got you this soda from the store. Sorry for picking you up so late...”
Cody smiled, showing all of his teeth.
Avery downed hers pretty quickly and tossed the can into the ditch. She didn’t want her mom to see either empty can. She didn’t want her mom to know she was spending even one dollar on soda. She felt instant regret after drinking it though. Avery hadn’t gone to the bathroom all day and the urge hit her like a brick wall. She pressed her thighs together for a minute but kept walking, picking up the pace ever so slightly.
Cody was lagging behind and when she tried to push him, he just walked slower. He stopped completely for a minute and handed her the empty soda can.
“Done already?” she asked.
Cody nodded and watched his sister chuck it into the ditch.
“Alright, do you wanna race me home?”
Cody shook his head.
“Well, I really need to get home; I have a lot of, uh, homework...” Avery wanted to tell her little brother how desperate she was to go to the bathroom, but then realized how weird that would sound. She doubted he would even care. She winced and crossed one leg over the other, still squeezing her thighs. She released and started walking as fast as she could, but realized Cody wasn’t following. “Come on, Code! We need to get home!” She turned around, beckoning her little brother.
He dragged his feet, slowly catching up to her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, “Are you feeling okay?” Avery pressed on her crotch, hoping to god nothing was leaking out.
Cody shook his head. Avery instantly regretted giving him a sugary soda. He probably had a stomach ache, but Cody would never articulate when he wasn’t feeling well.
“We’ve gotta get home then. You can lay down and I can…” Avery felt another pang of desperation and squeezed herself again, biting her lip. With her other hand, she grabbed Cody’s arm and yanked him down the road. “Come on, we’re almost home.”
It wasn’t even a block before Cody completely stopped. He started whining.
“Cody please! We’re almost there!” Avery was almost bursting; she could feel a whole day’s worth of pee sloshing around inside her.
She looked down at her brother, who was doing a much more obvious potty dance. He looked up at her, holding himself with both hands.
“Do you have to go pee-pee?” Avery squeaked.
Cody looked worried and nodded yes.
“Let’s go. Now!” She grabbed his arm and pulled him all the way home, trying hard not to think about the fact that they only had one bathroom. Avery thought about going in the yard, but could see the Brownstein kids next door playing in their yard; she would have no privacy.
Avery burst through the front door and ran to the bathroom, pulling Cody with one hand and holding herself with the other… but the bathroom door was locked. She could hear loud punk rock blaring from the tinny headphones of Presley’s walkman which lay on the floor outside the bathroom and the faint sound of urine splashing the toilet bowl.
“Presley! Hurry up! Cody really needs to go!” she shouted, banging on the door.
“Fuck off!” Presley called back, “I’m pissing!”
Avery gritted her teeth and pressed on her urethra. She felt a spurt of urine release into her panties. Her shorts had a small, nearly unnoticeable wet spot, but her panties at this point were soaked through. She looked down to see how her little brother was doing, but he had run off somewhere. “Cody?” she called. Avery didn’t want to move, but knew she had to. She unbuttoned her shorts and shoved a hand down between her underwear and shorts. Sliding the gusset to the side, she held herself tightly. Stepping very carefully into the kitchen. “Cody?” she called again. She looked out the window into the backyard and saw her little brother peeing against a tree, totally unaware and uncaring what the Brownstein kids would think or say. Avery wished so desperately that she could do the same. She felt another gush of pee cascade down her fingertips. She winced and tried to adjust her legs, but nothing helped. She could feel herself losing the battle. She tried to walk back to the bathroom, but another wave of excruciating desperation hit her and she stumbled to the floor. Another, much more intense burst of pee splashed out, drenching her hand and her shorts. Avery shed a tear. She wanted to make it. She could hear Presley opening the door. She pressed her legs together and tried to get up, but all was lost. Presley emerged from the single bathroom as Avery begrudgingly let loose the floodgates between her shaking legs. |
A/N: A commission I wrote for a friend of mine. It goes a little bit longer than this, but I cut out the actual lewdies bits.
There are so many things for Washington to adjust to, so many things that are difficult about this new life for him. The training is rough, but that was to be expected, and he’s not one to let himself look so weak, or to admit that sometimes it’s difficult for him to keep up. That being said, that’s entirely true, and there are so many situations that he never would have expected to cause him problems, and there are so many times when he’s made to feel every bit as weak as he never wanted to admit he is.
The most unexpected, yet biggest problem, that he faces from the beginning, is the strength of his bladder.
Admittedly, he’s had his...problems before, but those were almost exclusively at night, and, as far as he knows, that’s not that abnormal. Sure, it made growing up hell since he couldn’t exactly spend the night with anyone, but, for the most part, he’s over that, and what few instances occur...well, that’s not a big deal, nothing he can’t handle and cover up before anyone else finds out.
But during training, when he absolutely doesn’t want to try to take a break for any reason, the strength of his bladder becomes a very important factor. There are even times when taking a break isn’t an option, and so often, he finds himself pushed to his absolute limit, so full he can hardly walk, let alone not tip anyone off to the state he’s in. The fact that he’s never been called out is something that he considers a blessing.
~X~
Training with North isn’t too bad, Wash thinks. The two of them get along well, and he’s not too harsh on him, and he’s sure that if it ever got to a point where he really needed to take a break, he could, without being pestered about it. Of course, that doesn’t change the fact that he still isn’t willing to do something like that.
Still, it’s nice to have somebody he can be more at ease around, and he values the time they spend together. It’s during such a time that he first feels a twinge in his bladder that he does his best to ignore. By now, Wash is always doing what he can to ignore those sensations, even when they get past unbearable. Today is no different, and he focuses on the task at hand, pushing his needs to the back of his mind.
They spar for a few hours, trying out different things, and all the while, Wash tries to ignore any signs that he needs to take a break to go piss. It gets to a point where each movement feels like it’s putting further pressure on his bladder, and ignoring it completely is absolutely impossible. Each sharp throb tells him that he’s well past the point where he should have excused himself, but he forces himself to keep holding on. As long as North can’t tell that there’s anything wrong, then he’s just fine, he tells himself.
It’s far from the first time he’s found himself doing all he can to maintain his composure and conceal his needs from one of his comrades, but that doesn’t make it any easier, especially when they take a brief water break. Now would be the perfect time to excuse himself, as he wouldn’t even have to make any real excuses, but he’s sure that it’ll be obvious either way and, like an idiot, he decides to keep it to himself.
And, like an idiot, he drinks alongside North and just makes the problem worse.
By the time they return to sparring, he feels like he’s absolutely going to burst, and even so, he keeps it to himself and keeps pushing himself a little bit further. His bladder aches so much now that he keeps his teeth grit, and can hardly focus on anything other than clenching his muscles and doing everything he can to keep from pissing himself in front of one of his superiors.
“You keeping up alright?” North asks suddenly, and he nearly jumps out of his skin, freezing for a moment. He wonders if North has already seen right through him, and he squeezes his thighs together- or, he tries to, but it’s difficult like this- without even realizing that he’s doing it.
“Yeah, of course!” he says, a bit more defensively than he intended. Because that’s the way to keep him from getting suspicious, of course.
“I didn’t mean anything by it.” Now, North sounds a little hurt, which makes Wash feel bad on top of everything else. “Listen, I know you’ve been pushing yourself really hard lately, and I just wanted to let you know that-”
“You really don’t have to worry about me,” he interrupts, not really sure what to make of all of this. Things are getting suddenly very serious, and he has way too much on his mind to worry about bonding, or whatever this is.
“What’s wrong with me worrying about one of my friends?” asks North, and even though his face is covered, Wash can practically see the easy smile on his face. A smile he kind of likes, but, holy shit, why is he even thinking about that right now? Or at all?
“Let’s just get back to it,” he mumbles, but he’s gone so stiff in their time still, and he wonders if he’s even going to be able to get back to it.
“If that’s what you want, but seriously, any time is anything is bothering you...you can at least tell me about it, alright?”
Shit, shit, shit, he thinks, I’m really not okay, am I?
Just standing around, talking and not doing anything else to distract himself has only made things worse, and now, the first step he takes causes such a sharp pang to shoot through his lower abdomen that he hisses, and nearly doubles over before he catches himself. He’s going to leak, he just knows it, and, dignity be damned, he has to excuse himself before he completely humiliates himself.
“On second thought, can we...can I…” Come on, spit it out, he tells himself, and he can’t believe that even now he can’t bring himself to just come out and say it, while he’s trembling and aching, and barely able to hold it in at all.
“Huh? What is it?” Now, he knows that North is staring directly at him, most likely with concern, and that just makes it all the worse. He can’t stop shaking and he can hardly breathe, and it’s going to be obvious now just how pathetic he is, and, oh fuck, there’s no way he’s going to make it now-
“I need to…” He can’t say it, he really can’t say it, and now he’s doubled over and North is coming closer, and he wants to tell him to go, to get away before he...before he…
“Oh, do you have to-?” The question hangs in the air, answered before it’s finished, as Wash falls to his knees and his bladder gives out on him. North stands right there in front of him, and even though his armor does a good job of hiding any visual evidence, Wash knows that his behavior has made it plenty obvious, and, if he were going to piss himself, he would have been better off not saying anything and doing it, because at least then he might have been able to get away with it.
“Shit,” he mutters, staring at the ground, feeling tears welling up. Even as it empties, his bladder still aches terribly, and the warm piss fills every crevice of his armor and he knows damn well that walking around like this is going to be so uncomfortable, and cleaning it is going to be a bitch.
The ache remains long after he’s completely empty, and the silence in the room is nearly deafening. He won’t look up, but he knows North is still there, staring at him, and any moment now, he’s going to have to say something, most likely to make fun of him. Like hell he is ever going to be able to live this one down, not once North tells everyone what happened, and he’s sure that the other man will.
But when he finally breaks the silence, all he says is, “Feel better?” in a soft voice, without any traces of mocking.
“I guess,” he mutters. “Not really, since I...you know. Did that.”
“I get why you didn’t say anything,” says North, and, though he wants to doubt him, it really sounds like he does understand. “But you shouldn’t push yourself that hard in training. I know there might be some who disagree with me, but it is just training. I can understand wanting to push your limits, but once you’re at your limit...I dunno, it’s okay if you want to stop.”
This is, more than likely, the most humiliating thing that Wash has ever experienced, and yet, there’s something else. He can’t quite explain what, just something. It could be caused by the concern North shows him, that feels out of place, or it could be something to do with the humiliation, or a combination of both? It’s hardly the right time to try to figure out what on earth he’s feeling, but the feelings are still there, pooling in the pit of his stomach until he realizes, to his horror, that he’s actually turned on by some part of this.
“Here,” says North, reaching a hand down to help him up. Wash hesitantly takes it, and lets North pull him to his feet. “Do you want some help? I mean, getting cleaned up and everything is gonna be kind of difficult.”
“That...that really isn’t necessary,” he mumbles. He knows that North is just being nice, and that it’s probably rude to turn him down when he’s just trying to help, but now he’s got another problem entirely to deal with, and he’s not so sure North will be able to handle that one so casually and helpfully.
Wait, do I want him to help me out with that?!
“Come on, I insist.” North pulls off his helmet then, giving Wash a smile that causes a fresh twinge in his stomach. Well, he supposes that answers that question, which is all the more reason not to let him help, and yet…
And yet he finds himself saying, “Alright,” before he can stop himself. |
Edith had to go pee. Right. Now. She'd had to go since about five minutes after their last pit stop. Edith was incredibly determined to make it to their next planned stop without asking for the bathroom. She knew it was a hassle for Mom and Dad to make another stop and have to unbuckle her little brother from his wheelchair. She bit her lip and looked out over the landscape. She could've sworn they'd crossed the border over to Utah by now, but she hadn't seen any signs. She longingly looked at the gas station as they drove by, wishing Dad would need to stop and buy another pack of smokes. Edith adjusted her legs, trying not to draw attention from her three siblings.
Her older brother, Elias, pushed up his red wire-framed glasses and scrunched up his nose as he stared intently at his Gameboy Advance. It was one of those cool flip-up “SP” ones; Mom and Dad had just bought it for him for his 14th birthday. Edith was jealous; she was stuck with Eli's hand-me-down old school Gameboy and Pokemon Blue. Eli had saved up his allowance to buy Pokemon Sapphire, which looked amazing on that little back-lit screen. Edith tried to focus on her jealousy instead of her desperate urge to pee, but it wasn't working very well. She quickly pressed her legs together and tightened her hold. Edith winced, realizing she might not make it much longer.
“Daddy!” Edith's younger sister, Esther, called from the back seat of the van.
“What is it, pumpkin?”
“Daddy I need to go pee,” Esther sang the word 'pee' like she was auditioning for a musical. It was like the eight-year-old was expecting woodland creatures to carry her off to the toilet at the drop of a hat.
“Can you hold it, princess? We just passed a gas station, but we can pull over as soon as another one comes along.”
“I can hold it for a while,” Esther reassured their dad.
Edith, on the other hand, was bursting. She was jiggling her legs, doing a kind of seated potty dance.
“Can you stop that for, like five seconds?! Please?! I'm trying to concentrate,” Elias barked.
Edith crossed one leg over the other, trying not to bounce too much. She felt a tiny stream of pee escape and drip into her Paul Frank panties, but quickly plugged the flow. She stuck her hand between her legs and held herself. Edith was thankful that Elias wasn't paying close enough attention to realize how desperate she was. On their last family road trip, before their youngest brother Ezra was born, Elias had taunted Edith the whole trip. Every time she needed to go to the bathroom he told her to think about waterfalls and made gushing and spurting sounds with his mouth. She peed her pants only twice the whole trip, but Elias never let her live it down. Edith's bladder had become stronger than it was when she was five, going on six. Now at eleven, almost twelve, she felt like she was grown enough to handle holding it. And she wouldn't let Elias win this one. Another spurt erupted from her urethra, dampening her panties and possibly her embroidered denim shorts. Edith was afraid to check.
“Daddy! Oh my gosh, I see a gas station!” Esther squealed with joy from the back seat.
Ezra, who had been quiet for a while, let out a goofy laugh.
“Perfect timing,” Dad said, “I'm ready to stretch my legs.”
Edith squeezed her quivering legs together and leaned forward. It was about time; she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it for.
Dad pulled into the gas station and unlocked the van. Esther flung open the sliding door and ran, holding herself, for the gas station door. Elias closed his Gameboy and shoved it into his backpack. “I gotta go too,” he said, running after his youngest sister.
“Edie, would you help me with Ezra?” Mom asked.
“Um,” Edith squeaked, pressing hard on her urethra, unsure if she could even get up without letting loose.
“It'll only take a minute, hun,” Mom reassured her.
“Mom, I really need to-”
“Can you unbuckle him and I'll unload the wheelchair?”
Edith cautiously got up from her seat, being very careful not to disturb her too-full bladder. She could feel the pressure as she changed positions and slipped into the back seat. Her five-year-old brother stared off in the distance, seemingly unaware of the world around him. He smiled and waved his arms as if he were conducting an orchestra. Edith wondered for a moment what Ezra would be like without cerebral palsy. She unbuckled him from the wheelchair car seat contraption that was especially built for the family's van and Mom lowered him and his chair down the ramp. Edith was still trying to disguise her potty dance, but failing terribly. Mom wasn't paying any attention, but if she had been, she would've shook her head and told Edith to just go.
From the corner of her eye, she could see her little sister running back to the car, holding a giant bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. They were Dad's favourite and she'd suckered him into buying a bag for her. Edith sighed; she was a little jealous, but at least the bathroom was free. She slowly headed towards the gas station bathrooms, every few steps having to squeeze herself. A few tiny drips of pee made their way down her leg, but nothing drastic enough for anyone to notice.
When she finally made it to the bathroom door, she felt like she'd finally found her oasis. Edith let out a giant sigh and tried for the door. It didn't budge. She tried again.
“Hey! I'm peeing here!” Elias bellowed.
“Elias?!”
“Can I not just use the bathroom in peace?!”
“Eli- I-I really need to go... can you please...”
“Seriously, can you give me a damn minute?!”
Edith could hear the sound of a fast, hard stream and it made her even more desperate. She was ready to let go, but she couldn't. She could hear that he had finished and had flushed, but he was taking his sweet time washing his hands. “Eli! Please! I really, really, really need to go!”
A loud groan came from inside the bathroom. “I'm almost done, for god's sake!”
Edith banged on the door again, “Hurry!” she shouted in a voice that was almost unrecognizably desperate. She was hopping and dancing, trying to keep it all in. None of it was working. She felt a leak and held herself tighter. Moving around wasn't helping, but standing still was next to impossible. She tried to hold her breath and close her eyes. She thought about the last time she'd been in this much trouble.
During Spring Break, she went on a Girl Guides camping trip and had drank almost a whole two-liter cola as a dare from another girl in her cabin. She didn't have time to use the toilets before they left camp. Edith had to hold all that soda for what felt like an hour on the bus. Thankfully, the girl sitting next to her also needed to use the bathroom and they helped each other through the situation by distracting one another. Edith made the mistake of making her partner laugh, though, which ended in her bus mate losing control before they got back home. Edith still felt bad about that whole scenario. The girl who wet herself never came back to Guides.
Edith knocked on the door again. “Elias! I-I have to go really b-badly! Please... let me go pee!”
She heard the sink and Elias pushed the door open. “God, you're so impatient!” he grumbled.
Edith gave him a half smile and let herself into the dirty bathroom. She didn't want to sit on the seat, but she had no choice. Time was running out. Another tiny trickle escaped into her already soaked panties. She pulled down her shorts with some difficulty and sat down on the grimy toilet seat, feeling a hard rush of urine... fill her underwear. Edith gasped, realizing her mistake. There was no going back now. The Paul Frank money on the front of her panties was completely soaked through and she could feel pee sticking to her hot skin. She looked down at her shorts and realized that they were much wetter than expected. A large wet spot had gathered at the crotch and backside of her shorts. She swore she'd held most of it in! Edith wanted to cry. She couldn't go back to the car with wet shorts. Her heart was throbbing with anxiety. She finished peeing and went to the sink, trying to wash the urine out of her panties and shorts. The water was just making everything worse. She tried to blow dry her clothes in the push-button hand dryer, but it barely worked. Tears streamed down Edith's face. She would never hear the end of this from Elias and Esther.
She pulled on her soaking panties and drenched denim shorts and made her way back to the car.
“Edie, honey, are you okay?” Mom asked.
Edith shook her head. “I... I had an accident,” she whispered.
“We've got some clean clothes for you in the back of the car,” Mom replied. “Your brother and sister don't even have to know.” She handed Edith a backpack and sent her back to the bathroom. But before she could wander off, she heard Elias snickering.
“Ha! Did you pee your pants, Edie? That's hilarious!” he laughed.
Esther rolled down the window of the front seat. “Oh my gosh, you peed your pants?! Are you, like five?!” Esther giggled mercilessly.
Edith's lip quivered. She wanted to run away and cry, but she just stood there, trying to cover her soaked jeans. |
This takes place months after the road trip and is written for Manowar.
Chapter 2: The Sleepover
"How excited are you for Ruthie's birthday?!" squealed Bea, who was always excited about something. "Do you think her brother's gonna be there? He's, like, so cute..."
Edith shrugged. She didn't give a ton of thought to boys like Chuck Colborne; he was much too athletic for her liking. Edith was barely paying attention anyway; she was very much regretting not using the bathrooms at school before their walk home.
Auburn-haired Pearl rolled her eyes. "Well, probably. I mean, he lives there. Jeez, Bea, use your brain," she abrasively replied.
"I was just kidding," Bea sheepishly muttered, backpedaling on her comments.
Pearl grinned. "We all know that Chuck's way more into me anyway. I mean, we both play soccer..."
Edith smiled but said nothing. She was trying not to laugh at all, fearing that she would open the flood gates. Neither of her friends were likely to win over Ruthie's sixteen-year-old brother, which really leveled the playing field for all three girls. If any of them were likely to win over someone in junior year, it would be Ruthie. She had already dated a boy from her brother's class earlier in the year and it was Ruthie who had broken up with him. Edith squeezed her thighs together and scuffed her feet along the pavement, feeling her full bladder bouncing around like a water balloon with each step.
As they approached Edith's house, she began to feel a bit nervous. She didn't much care for
sleepovers; sleeping on the floor of someone else's living room always made it hard for her to fall asleep and she usually felt terrible the next morning, like the world was unstable. Not to mention, last time she went to a sleepover with Ruthie, she had wet the bed. She called her mom in the middle of the night to come get her so nobody would see what had happened. Edith knew she was too old for that to happen again; she hadn't woken up to wet sheets in over a year, but still she was nervous about potential humiliation. While Bea and Pearl weren't looking, she pressed hard on her crotch through the blue pleated skirt of her school uniform. She was nearly home; she would make it. A little trickle of urine dribbled into her panties; Edith squeezed tighter.
“See you tonight!” Bea and Pearl called in unison as they came to her lot.
Edith waved a temporary goodbye and headed carefully into her empty house. Mom and Dad were still at work, Elias was playing Halo at his friend Willis's house, Esther was at dance until after dinner, and Ezra had a physiotherapy appointment that their aunt took him to after school.
Edith was relieved that Elias had left the door open for her. She wasn't even sure if she had a house key in her backpack and searching for it would certainly lead to a dire situation. She held herself tightly and made her way upstairs to the bathroom. Another spurt of urine rushed into her panties. She held tighter, pulling her panties up between the slit, hoping it would help her hold on for a few more moments. She burst through the bathroom door and pulled down her wet panties just in time. The hot rush of pee felt amazing. Edith sighed with relief. She took off her panties and threw them into the laundry basket.
She then went to her room that she shared with her little sister and started packing her bag. She opened the backpack that Mom had set out for her and found her things were already packed. There was a toothbrush, a travel tube of toothpaste, her pink silk pajamas, some clothes for tomorrow, and... something else? “Here if you need them” read a yellow sticky note attached to a pair of GoodNites. Edith immediately turned red. She hoped Esther hadn't seen what Mom had left in the backpack. Esther, to Edith's knowledge, had never wet the bed. She rarely had an accident, even as a little kid. It was hard having a little sister who was seemingly more mature and extroverted. Edith packed an extra pair of underwear in her backpack and changed out of her school uniform and into jeans and an Avril Lavigne shirt that Ruthie had bought for her.
Edith was the last guest to arrive at Ruthie's house. She set down her backpack and handed Ruthie a small gift box. Ruthie shook it. “Oh my gosh, I hope it's jewelry!” she excitedly squeaked. She leaned in for a hug, “Thank you!”
Edith smiled. She felt awkward whenever anyone hugged her; even her family.
“Come downstairs! We're having pizza!” Ruthie beckoned, opening the door to the wood paneled basement. Ruthie's family owned a classic 1960's era house complete with an old rec room. It was much funkier than the house Edith lived in, and much more spacious, as Ruthie only had one sibling.
“Ruthie, where are your mom and dad?” Edith inquired.
“Oh, yeah, they're out tonight. My dad's office party? They rented a hotel in the fancy part of downtown and they're, like, not coming home until tomorrow morning or whatever. But Chuck is upstairs in case we set anything on fire or anyone, like, dies? Also Mom left us, like, a hundred bucks to spend on the party, so...”
“Wow,” Edith was amazed at the level of trust in Ruthie's family.
“Also, you have to promise not to tell anyone, but...” Ruthie grinned a dopey, but menacing grin and held up a half empty bottle of vodka, “I found this in one of the cabinets down here. I think it's Chuck's, but if he tells Mom and Dad I've been drinking his booze, then we're both in trouble, so...” she trailed off again.
Pearl thrust a cup full of god knows what into Edith's hand. “Drink it! It's so good!” she shouted, almost stumbling over her own two feet.
Edith took the drink, feeling mostly unsure. She took a little sip. It just tasted like root beer mixed with coke. Pearl was probably just messing with her. Drinking was Ruthie's game anyway.
Bea was standing on the other side of the room, trying to shoot pool alone and failing miserably. “Ruthie, how do you play this game?” She tried again, weakly scratching the green felt of the board.
“I have no idea. That's my dad's from, like, a million years ago!”
Pearl took another swig of her drink. “I don't wanna play some lame old dad game anyway. Can't we just watch a horror movie?”
“Oh my gosh, we should play truth or dare!” Bea exclaimed, her eyes widening.
All was quiet for a moment before Ruthie giddily accepted Bea's offer.
Pearl rolled her eyes. “Jesus, that's so juvenile.”
Bea dug her hands into her hips and angrily retorted with, “What's your suggestion then?”
Pearl said nothing. She would let Bea have this one.
Edith finished her soda and sat down in the center of the room next to Bea and Ruthie. Before she could say anything, Pearl had mixed her another drink and set it down. Edith set it behind her, trying to ignore it.
“Drink it,” Pearl threatened.
“Yeah, we've all had, like, five. You need to keep up!” Ruthie encouraged.
Edith did as her friends requested, downing her second drink.
Pearl came at her with a third drink. “See, now you're caught up!”
Edith was starting to feel a little light headed and strange. She had never been drunk before and it felt kind of nice. The only downside was she knew she would need to pee soon. She could've gone right then and there, but she figured she could hold it until they finished truth or dare.
Ruthie looked directly at Bea and posed the question.
“Um, truth?” Bea answered.
“Who do you have a crush on?” Ruthie smiled.
“That’s easy. Peter Sommers,” said Bea.
“That’s a lie! She has a giant crush on Chuck!” Pearl interrupted.
Bea turned an incriminating colour of red.
“Gross! That’s my brother, Bea!” Ruthie pretended to vomit on the floor.
Edith adjusted herself, digging one of her heels into her crotch to help with the hold. She hoped nobody could tell she was getting desperate.
“It’s your turn to ask the question, brother-lover,” Ruthie said to Bea.
Bea looked at each of her friends. She turned to Pearl. “Your turn.”
“Dare,” Pearl smiled.
“I dare you to drink that vodka with no soda.”
“Ew! It smells like nail polish remover!” Pearl exclaimed.
Bea stared her down, “You totally have to do it. It’s like, the law or something.” She handed the bottle to Pearl and waited.
Pearl stared at the bottle for a minute before taking a gulp directly from the bottle. She coughed. “Ugh gross it burns!” she shouted, shuddering.
Bea laughed at Pearl’s discomfort.
It took Pearl no time at all to pick on Edith, who hadn’t had a turn yet. “Truth or dare, Edie?”
Edith uncrossed her legs and knelt instead, allowing her to keep holding. “Truth…”
“Why did you leave the party in the middle of the night last year?” Pearl asked.
Edith shrugged. She wanted to lie, but Ruthie already knew why. The anxiety she felt from the situation made her more desperate for the bathroom. She had to go now. “I, um, I have to go to the bathroom,” Edith said, slowly getting up, trying not to disturb her bladder too much.
“Answer the question,” Pearl demanded.
“I will, but I really-”
“Come on! Answer the question and then you can pee,” Bea begged.
Edith started potty dancing on the spot. She could feel herself losing the battle and tried to slink away, but Pearl grabbed her hand. Edith sprung a tiny leak, but plugged it with her hand. “Please let me go…” she whimpered.
“Not until you tell us the truth,” Pearl demanded.
Tears were welling up in Edith’s eyes, “Fine! I wet the bed, okay?”
The other girls were silent in shock and Edith ran upstairs to the toilet, desperately holding on. She unbuttoned her jeans and tried to pull down her pants. She tried to loosen her legs, but she was afraid she would lose the battle. She leaked more into her underwear, shoving her hand down her panties to plug her urethra. With the other hand, she yanked down her jeans and underwear, barely making it to the toilet before another warm, refreshing stream of pee rushed out of her. Edith wanted to cry. Why was Pearl so mean? She finished peeing and pulled her wet panties and mostly dry jeans back up. As she washed her hands, she considered just walking back home. But what would Ruthie think? What if nobody else would want to be friends with her? She looked at herself in the mirror and splashed water onto her hot, embarrassed face. She could do this. Ruthie for sure had already known about the situation last year and had never made fun of her. Maybe the other girls would be forgiving as well.
“Oh, my sister Frankie says that pads are like diapers and only babies and really old ladies use them,” Bea explained as Edith walked back into the room.
“Did you pee your pants, Edie?” Pearl snickered.
Edith shook her head.
“Good. Maybe you won’t need a diaper tonight,” Pearl replied.
“If you do need one, Edie, you can have one of the pads my mom packed for me,” Bea told her. “I won’t need them ‘cause Frankie gave me a tampon.”
“Do you even know how to use a tampon?” Ruthie raised an eyebrow at Bea.
Bea shrugged, “You just, I don’t know, put it in.”
Ruthie and Pearl giggled amongst themselves.
“Oh my gosh, Bea, you totally don’t even have your period yet!” Ruthie snickered.
Bea said nothing and looked away.
“I… I don’t have mine either,” Edith stuttered, making a very weak attempt to make Bea feel normal. She had had the talk with Mom a few months ago and was incredibly anxious about the changes she was about to go through. Edith didn’t feel ready, even though she knew Ruthie and Pearl had both started and neither one had changed much.
“No wonder; you still pee the bed!” Pearl jabbed.
Edith felt like crying, but took another sip of her drink instead. Pearl went over to the almost empty bottle of vodka and poured four more drinks, finishing it off.
“Finish your drinks and I have another game for us to play. My cousin Jacob told me about this game at passover last year,” Pearl handed the other girls their drinks and finished the last few gulps of what she had left. “Basically whoever finishes first wins. I’ll count us in.”
Edith looked to Bea who was struggling with the last few gulps of her remaining drink, but managed to gulp it all down.
“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it,” Edith whispered.
“D-don’t tell me what to d-do,” Bea hiccupped, swaying slightly, side to side.
The girls all grabbed their new cups and looked to Pearl for instruction.
“On three we all chug our drinks. First person to finish gets a date with Chuck!” Pearl powered back her drink; it was obvious she was a pro at this game.
Edith tried to drink quickly, but was the first to tap out, coughing.
Ruthie was the second to stop drinking. “Like I want to go on a date with my brother,” she said. “I’m done with this.” Her cup was still half full.
Bea and Pearl were still trying to finish their drinks. Pearl threw her cup on the ground, being the first to finish. “Yeah!” she shouted.
Bea took the last gulp and stumbled back in defeat. She burped and then began coughing.
“That date is mine!” she shouted, “In your face, Bea!”
Bea grimaced. “I don’t feel very good,” she admitted.
“Oh whatever! You’re just being a sore loser,” Pearl shut her friend down.
Edith was worried about Bea. She looked really sick, like she was already trying to hold back a stream of vomit.
“Let’s go upstairs and have some water,” Ruthie said, taking Bea’s hand. “You’ll be fine, trust me.”
Bea slunk up the stairs as her friend dragged her along, stopping at the landing. She clutched her stomach and vomited on the stairs.
“Gross!” Ruthie exclaimed, letting go of Bea and running upstairs to tell her brother.
Bea lay there on the landing, continuing to empty her stomach onto the grey shag carpeting.
Pearl sighed, “What a baby.” She looked to Edith for agreement, but Edith just shrugged, feeling incredibly uncomfortable at the whole situation.
“What the hell, Ruth?!” a booming voice came. “You drank that whole bottle of vodka and puked it all back up?! Dad’s gonna be so pissed…”
“Dad?!” Ruthie squeaked.
“Yeah, idiot! That’s what he drinks when he comes home from work! I know he just bought it too… how did you babies drink a full bottle?! Jesus!” Chuck yelled. He then laid eyes on Bea. He let out a few curse words. “Ruth, go get the goddamn cleaning supplies. I’m putting your friend to sleep in your room.
Bea slowly opened her eyes, but fell back unconscious as Chuck carried her up the stairs.
Ruthie groaned, stomping up the stairs after them to grab cleaning supplies.
“I’m going to bed,” Pearl announced, “I’m not cleaning up any puke.” She grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom to get ready.
Edith didn’t want to clean up after Bea either. Now that nobody was downstairs, it was the perfect time to change into her pajamas and steal the couch for herself. She was feeling incredibly tired all of a sudden. Her body felt heavy as she pulled on her pink silk pajamas. When she was finished changing she looked into her bag again, realizing she had forgotten the GoodNites. It was too late. Edith yawned, convincing herself she would be fine. She hadn’t had an accident in so long. As she lay down, the room felt a bit like it was spinning, but Edith just closed her eyes and fell asleep.
A few hours later, Edith awoke in Ruthie’s basement. She was warm and cozy and wanted to fall back to sleep, but she knew if she didn’t go pee now, she would wake up to another wet sleeping bag. She got up slowly, the movement deeply disturbing her very full bladder. Edith squeezed her thighs together; she was about to burst. She looked in the direction of the stairs, realizing it was a long way up. She figured if she ran for it, there would be minimal leakage. She slunk silently over her unconscious friends, pressing on her urethra through her silk pants. She took a deep breath and started to run up the stairs, wadding up the crotch of her pants to help with the hold as she ran. She felt a spurt burst out, dampening the inseam of her right leg. Edith stopped at the landing, readjusting herself. She was losing the battle. She crossed one leg over the other and squeezed, trying to keep herself from another spurt. Edith winced and wished she had worn the GoodNites her mom had packed for her. She squeezed one more time and then held herself with both hands and ran up the remaining ten stairs, tripping on the lip of the final stair. Edith fell hard on the floor, losing control from shock. She felt a hard stream of pee gushing out from between her legs. She was shaking as the wetness spread through her pink silk pants, turning them crimson.
Then Edith awoke in a puddle of her own urine, hands dug into her crotch still. Pee was still leaking through her fingertips. Her pants were soaked through, as was most of her sleeping bag. She began to whimper. What could she do? Ruthie’s parents were out. She couldn’t tell Chuck. When she finished emptying her bladder, she got up and grabbed her backpack, waking the other girls.
Ruthie opened her eyes, confused.
“What’s happening?” Pearl groggily muttered, turning on the lights to reveal a very wet Edith.
Ruthie said nothing there, sitting there in shock.
“Oh. My. God. You peed the bed again?!” Pearl accused, “That’s so disgusting!”
Edith shamefully hid behind her backpack, trying not to cry.
“Edith,” Ruthie said, “I… You can’t do this every time. You can’t sleep over if you’re just going to wet the bed every time! My mom didn’t even want you to come this year…”
Edith shed a few tears. “I can’t help it,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry…” She wiped the tears from her face, but they just kept coming. Her eyes were as damp as her pajamas.
Edited December 11, 2017 by morgan91
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This takes place about a month before chapter 2 and is written for 126
CHAPTER 3: MOM'S DAY OUT
“Let's go, Ezra!” his mother, Penny, cheerfully sang. She tried not to express how incredibly tired she felt. It had been over five years since Penny had enjoyed a full night’s sleep. She and her husband, Jack, would take turns getting up in the night to turn their wheelchair bound son over, ensuring he wouldn’t get bed sores and that he was breathing normally. They needed to watch him constantly as he was completely nonverbal and had very limited ways of telling them what he felt or needed. Ezra was only five. Penny didn't like to think about how her life would look over the next thirty odd years. They didn’t have a ton of savings put aside for Ezra or his siblings, should they meet their demise. Penny tried not to worry, but she no longer needed an alarm to wake her halfway through the night. She usually lay awake contemplating the worst scenarios that burrowed into her head when all was quiet.
It was Monday afternoon and Penny needed to grab some groceries before dropping Ezra off at physio and taking her eight year old daughter, Esther, to dance. In the mornings, Penny held a part time position as a bakery clerk at the local mall, but was off early enough to pick up her son from part time morning kindergarten. “How was school today, Ez?” she asked her son.
The boy smiled and looked at his mother, but said nothing.
“Good!” Penny smiled back, “Glad you had a nice day.” She pushed him in his chair out to the car and loaded him into the van.
“How about some apples for lunch tomorrow?” Penny asked, pushing him through the produce section. “Or maybe oranges…” She squeezed a few of the navel oranges to check ripeness and stuck a few in her basket.
She saw Mrs. Philippa Colborne, across the way and instantly felt a twinge of jealousy. Philippa only had two children, both able-bodied and perfect. She didn’t have to take a part time job to pay medical bills. She didn’t have to purchase a modified wheelchair equipped van just to cart around her son who couldn’t even say “I love you…” Philippa looked totally carefree as she picked out an armful of perfect-looking avocados, dropping one on the ground. Penny smiled and shook the jealousy from her being.
“What about cereal. What’s the one your sisters like?” Penny asked the ever-silent Ezra. She threw a box of Cap’n Crunch into the basket. “It’s probably this one. I’m sure they’ll like it even if it’s wrong…”
Penny was suddenly regretting drinking a second cup of coffee this morning. She shut her eyes for a moment and pressed her thighs together. Her pantyhose felt tighter than usual. She debated leaving Ezra while she went to the bathroom, but it was certainly not a viable option. Penny could make it until she got home. She was a grown woman, for gosh sakes. She quickly grabbed milk, cheese, chicken, and a pack of pizza pops for her teenage son, Elias. As she was grabbing the last of her groceries, she heard a faux-excited cry.
“Oh my goodness, Penny?!”
Penny turned around, realizing Philippa had spotted her. She squeezed her legs tighter, trying to think of an excuse to leave the store as quickly as possible.
“How are you? I haven’t seen you in a million years!” Philippa exclaimed.
“Things are…” Penny shifted her weight slightly, trying to ease her ballooning bladder, “Things are great!” She fake-smiled and she could feel the laugh lines in her face appear and the skin under her eyes stung from lack of sleep.
Philippa smiled, in that way that you smile at someone you feel sorry for. It looked like she was about to say in a babyish voice, “You poor, poor girl.” But instead, she asked about Ezra.
“Oh, well, we’re off to physio after this,” Penny pretended to check her watch, coyly crossing one leg over the other, “Gee, we’re gonna be late. Great to see you, Philippa!” she lied.
“Great to see you too, Penny!” Philippa called, “Ring me anytime! I’ll have Ruthie invite Edith to her birthday party!”
Penny completely ignored the tripe the other mom spouted after her. She was focused completely on not wetting herself. When she came to the checkout, there was surprisingly no line. Just one elderly woman paying for an apple.
“That’ll be fifty-five cents,” the cashier said in a lifeless monotone.
The old woman’s arthritic hands pulled out a coin purse and dumped out a pile of dimes, nickels, and pennies.
Penny pursed her lips, breathing deeply through her nose in frustration. Didn’t this biddie realize Penny had places to go? Like the bloody bathroom?! Penny jiggled her legs, trying to keep from leaking. If this woman would only hurry up… she could stop at home and go before driving Ezra to physio. Penny looked at her watch again. Time was running out; she wouldn’t be able to stop at home before driving across town for Ezra’s appointment. She would make it. She would have to. The old woman in front had finally finished paying and Penny was silently praying that she would beat the afternoon traffic.
“Fifty-three eighty four,” the cashier mumbled.
Penny felt a pang of desperation and crossed one leg over the other. She handed him her credit card, slowly regaining control. She signed the credit slip and quickly headed off to the parking lot.
“Oh Ez… Mommy might not make it,” she whispered to her son as she loaded his wheelchair back into the van. When he was secure, she quickly let herself into the front, holding herself as she started the car. Penny winced and began breathing rapidly. “Come on!” she said to herself. She pressed her thighs together, holding herself with her right hand. Thankfully, the highways were completely clear. It was nearing three o’clock though, which meant Penny needed to find a bathroom before traffic started to get bad. Penny looked around for a gas station, but there was nowhere convenient to pull over on the stretch before Ezra’s physio. She held tighter, fingering her urethra. Penny tried to focus on breathing, but nothing helped. Her bladder was hitting its critical point. She knew if she didn’t find a bathroom in the next few minutes, she would have to explain to Jack why the driver’s seat of their new van smelled like a public bathroom. Penny’s legs were trembling, but they were nearly at the clinic. She could make it! Couldn’t she? Penny held tighter, but she wasn’t able to hold back any longer. She leaked about an ounce of urine, soaking the gusset of her black lace panties. Penny groaned. It felt so good to let go for just a moment - and it may have been just enough to keep holding on. She exited the highway and pulled into a small business park where Ezra’s physio was.
Penny unlocked the door of the van, adjusting herself. She could feel the wetness between her legs, checking that her skirt wasn’t soaked through. Penny couldn’t deal with potential judgement from doctors and therapists who saw her on a biweekly basis. There was no sign of damp spots on her skirt, but her opaque, cream-coloured pantyhose felt stuck to her legs. She looked down at them as she got out of the van, but thankfully they weren’t obviously wet. As Penny walked around to unload Ezra and his chair, she realized that gravity wasn’t a kind mistress when your bladder is near bursting. She looked around to make sure nobody else was in the parking lot as she potty danced, waiting for the wheelchair lift to bring Ezra down to ground level. It seemed to take forever. Penny shoved her hand in her crotch, feeling another trickle escape. She shouldn’t have given way to that spurt earlier - she had broken whatever seal had been there before to keep back the desperate oceans inside.
Her knees shook as she jammed them together, pushing Ezra to the office with great difficulty. Once inside, a friendly receptionist that Penny knew as Melody greeted them. “Hi Penny! Hi Ezra!” she cheerfully said. Her sugary coating was genuine and Penny envied the receptionist’s ability to be kind unconditionally. Melody was always talking about the volunteer organizations she was part of and about what her lovely twin boys with Down Syndrome were up to and about how many people with disabilities had joined her evangelical church ever since the twins became preachers.
“Hi Melody. I’m here to drop Ezra off…” she paused for a moment, considering whether it was too awkward to ask, but then discredited her first thought as she was about to completely lose it. “Would I be able to use your bathroom?”
Melody smiled, “Oh I’m so sorry, it’s actually being renovated right now.”
Penny gasped and tried to hide the eraged and horrified look on her face. “Oh,” she collected herself, “I guess I’ll just go when I get home…”
“Sorry about that,” Melody said, “There is one at the coffee shop next door but I think they close at two…” Melody worriedly bit her lip. It suddenly became obvious to Penny that Melody was getting as desperate as she.
“Well, I’ve gotta jet. Need to drive Esther to dance class…” she kissed Ezra on the forehead. “Have fun, sweet heart. Thanks Melody!” Penny stormed out of the building and looked around the business park. She squeezed her thighs together, knowing she wouldn’t make it another minute.
It had been years since Penny had been forced to go outside. Not since her binge drinking days of early college had she peed next to a trash can like a wild animal. She hurried behind the building in the alleyway and hiked up her skirt. Her legs were tangled together in desperate attempts to stay dry. Her underwear were soaking, but she needed to preserve them… She tried to yank them down along with the cream-now tan-coloured pantyhose. Penny felt a twinge of pain in her urethra and broke the hold. A hard pulse of urine rushed through her already damp underwear and stockings. Her legs felt as if she’d just jumped in the ocean - the pantyhose were stuck to her once muscular thighs. Penny bent her knees and squatted, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment as she emptied her once very desperate and tense bladder. It felt almost as magical as her first night with Jack, before they had kids. Penny’s hand made its way gingerly to her crotch, gently massaging herself as she continued to pee on the pavement.
Once finished, she peeled off her soaked tights and underwear, slipping them into a plastic bag she had in her purse and drove back home to pick up Esther. Penny felt incredibly relieved.
When Penny got home, she found Esther angrily waiting in the doorway, decked out in her black leotard and tutu.
“Where were you? I’m going to be late, you know?!” Esther demanded.
“I’m sorry, princess. You know I have to drop of your brother first…” Penny explained.
“Whatever. We need to go now. I don’t wanna be late,” Esther huffed.
“Honey, just give me a moment to collect myself,” Penny pleaded.
The eight-year-old rolled her eyes. “Mommy, we’re seriously going to be late and all the other girls are going to be mean to me!”
Penny felt her heart sink. She wanted more than anything for Esther to be happy, but she also wanted to grab a fresh pair of underwear before heading out to watch her daughter practice ballet before driving back to grab Ezra. “Okay, sweetpea. Let’s go.”
Esther grabbed her water bottle and backpack. “Bye Daddy!” she shouted in the direction of the kitchen. There was no reply.
“How was school today?” Penny asked her youngest daughter.
“It was good…” Esther started, squirming uncomfortably in her seat. She took another swig of water. “Me and Addie played tag with the boys at recess. I traded one of my lunchables pizzas for some fruit snacks…”
“That sounds pretty fun,” Penny replied. She looked over at her squirming kid. “Esther, do you need to go pee?”
Esther shook her head, but Penny knew better. “I think you should try and go before you start class. I know it’s hard to take everything off and put it back on again, but…”
“I don’t have to go, okay?” Esther spat, crossing her arms. “...Or, at least not very badly,” she whispered.
When they got to the dance academy, Esther looked much less uncomfortable, seeming to forget that she even needed to use the toilets. “I’m gonna go stretch with Addison and Flossie,” Esther excitedly told her mother before running off into the gym.
“Don’t forget to go-” Penny called, but it was too late. Esther was already distracted by her friends. Penny sighed. Esther was incredibly dedicated to dance. She practiced every morning and every evening. She begged her mother to take classes five days a week instead of just two, but Penny and Jack couldn’t afford it what with their other expenses and having three other children. Esther threatened to get a job at McDonalds, but when she realized they only hired thirteen and up, she gave up on that dream. Esther was also incredibly good at hiding how she felt from others if need be. Last Christmas, her dance company had put on a small production of The Nutcracker. Esther was desperate to pee the whole show, but didn’t draw any attention to herself out of respect for the audience. Of her siblings, she was most definitely the most disciplined. Penny was sure that her daughter would make it through class just fine.
Their Russian teacher, Miss Ksenia gracefully walked into the room. “Girls, girls. We start with First position…Second position… Fifth position… Arms up girls!”
Esther’s legs were wiggling, which was not usually the case.
“Esther! Legs straight!” Miss Ksenia demanded.
Esther stopped immediately.
“First position… Second position…”
Esther spread her legs apart and winced, her hands finding their way to her crotch. She looked sheepishly at her mother.
Penny shot her daughter a look of encouragement.
“Fifth position!”
Esther’s arms shot back up, her legs snapping back into a tight hold.
“Good, good, good. Today we are to practicing splits,” Miss Ksenia said.
Esther shot her mom a worried look and pressed on her privates again, crossing her right leg over her left.
Penny bit her nails nervously. She had never seen Esther this desperate before.
“Esther, you are knowing how to do split.”
The eight-year-old went pale.
“Please to demonstrate.”
Esther squeezed her legs together, “Please, I really need to go to the bathroom!”
The other girls looked at each other, mildly shocked that anyone would ask to leave class. Miss Ksenia was very strict. “She must really need to pee,” she heard someone whisper.
“First split, then go to toilet,” the teacher demanded.
“Please!” Esther begged, tears welling up in her eyes.
“If you cannot wait to going toilet, you cannot dance like ballerina,” Miss Ksenia threatened.
Esther’s legs were shaking as she spread them apart. She tugged on her leotard, pulling it tight to her crotch to help her hold on. She felt herself leak as she began to lower herself. The pee blotted her tights like a rorschach. Esther bit her lip. Her whole body was shaking. “I… I can’t…” she started to cry and tried to shift herself out of the position, but it was too late. She had tempted fate by ignoring her body. Her pee gushed out between her legs, pooling on the wooden gym floor. Esther covered her face in her hands, frozen in fear as she heard the echoing giggles of the other girls. She was suddenly gasping for air as the world went dark. She could feel urine still gushing out and splashing on the floor, covering her ballet shoes. She felt her mother’s embrace as her bladder finally emptied itself.
“It’s going to be okay, Esther,” Penny told her.
Esther couldn’t say anything; there was a lump in her throat. All she could do was cry.
“Don’t worry. Everyone has accidents,” Penny explained. “Even moms.” |
This was written thanks to suggestions from 126. Probably not quite what you were hoping for. I don't know how I feel about this one for the moment. May have to rework it, but here it is! Merry Christmas! Definitely will be working on a few more suggestions from you guys going forward, likely after New Years. So far, Manowar has suggested a fear wetting, which I'm not totally sure how to write, but I have some ideas. Indigo has suggested a school wetting featuring Esther, which I intend to write at some point. I also have some ideas for Elias (the older brother) and the parents. Again, I am open to more suggestions but I can't make any promises that they will show up in these stories right away or that they will be exactly what you want, but I'm willing to try. Hope you all had a great holiday and that these stories bring you some cheer. -Morgan
CHAPTER 4: CLASS TRIP
Edith was very excited for her class’s end of year trip to Splashville Water Slides. Mostly, she was happy to finally be done with sixth grade; the water slides were just a bonus. The best part was her mom had volunteered to drive them in the van since Dad had taken the week off and was able to look after Ezra. Edith didn’t love the family van, but it was still better than Bea’s mom’s little Toyota that always smelled like dog (even though they had never owned a dog) and the seat belts in the back never seemed to work properly.
“Is everybody buckled up?” Penny asked the girls, looking behind her to make sure Edith, Ruthie, Bea, and Pearl were safe. Edith could tell her mom was nervous; she rarely had to drive other kids around.
“Yep!” the four girls chimed in unison.
“Any radio requests?” Penny asked.
“Oh! Play KX105.5! It has, like, everything cool!” Bea squealed.
“Ugh, no! That station sucks! We should listen to that really cool university station!” Pearl shut down her friend.
Ruthie sighed, “No way. We barely get reception for that station and nobody even knows the FM channel it’s on. KX is fine!”
Edith said nothing. She knew all the words to the songs on KX, but didn’t want to anger Pearl, who was sitting next to her in the middle row of the van. She heard the familiar and catchy tune of Britney Spears’ “Oops I Did It Again” pumping through the speaker system. Edith suppressed the urge to sing along, looking over at surly Pearl as she made a disgusted face.
“I hate this,” Pearl muttered, shutting her eyes and pretending to sleep.
“Why don’t we play a game?” Edith suggested.
“Oh my gosh, a game?!” Bea turned around, eyes wide, “What game?!”
“Um, we could pay I Spy,” Edith quietly replied.
Pearl scoffed. “That’s for babies.”
“What about 20 questions?!” Bea asked.
“That’s worse than truth or dare,” Pearl replied.
With that, Ruthie turned around. Her all-knowing gaze silenced the other girls. “I know,” she said softly, pausing to build anticipation, “Everyone has a water bottle, right?”
The girls held up their plastic water bottles of varying sizes.
“On three we chug. First one to hit the bathroom loses. The game ends when there’s only one of us who hasn’t gone.” Ruthie smiled in a way the others hadn’t seen before. It was almost menacing.
Edith shifted in her seat. She was already internally denying that she needed to go to the bathroom. She wouldn’t be able to outlast the other girls… would she?
“One, two… three!” Ruthie shouted. The four girls chugged what was left in their water bottles and set them down in the car.
Penny smiled to herself, hearing what the girls were up to. It brought her back to her younger years, before she had kids, back when she had a bladder of steel. Penny quietly sighed, knowing that after four kids, she was not as apt at holding as she once was. She turned up the radio as all girls sang along to the Backstreet Boys.
As Edith sang along to “Everybody,” she could feel her bladder filling up at a fast and uncomfortable rate. She regretted taking part in Ruthie’s challenge. Edith pressed her thighs together, trying to keep from wiggling around. The other girls couldn’t know how horribly desperate she was already. She bit her lip and looked over at Pearl, who wasn’t squirming at all. How was everyone else so good at this game? Edith could feel the pee pressing against her urethra. If she didn’t find a bathroom soon, she was going to lose it for sure. She crossed her legs and pressed her hand against her crotch.
“You have to pee that bad already?” Pearl rolled her eyes. “Edith, this game is going to be too easy if we’re up against you.”
“I… I don’t have to go,” Edith blatantly lied, removing her hand from her crotch. She bit harder on the inside of her cheek, trying to shake the worried look off her face. Her legs started to jiggle almost uncontrollably. She placed her palms on her knees, trying to ease the shaking.
“Whatever you say,” Pearl shook her head, “Just saying, I’m totally gonna win this one.”
Edith took a deep breath and looked out the window, squeezing her legs together as she stared at the lake that bled into Splashville.
She remembered the last time they had come to Splashville as a family. Elias was old enough to go off on his own, but Edith was not. Elias flat out refused to take either of his sisters on the slides. Dad took her on some of the giant water slides, but for the most part she hung out with Mom and Esther (who was too young to remember it). This time would be much better, though. At almost twelve, Edith was ready to try every slide. Even if she lost this holding game, she was determined to have an amazing time.
“We’re almost there, girls!” Penny excitedly called to the back seat.
Edith felt a twinge in her groin and squeezed her legs tighter. She felt a few drops of pee soak into her one-piece bathing suit that she had on under her clothes. Edith felt shivers go up her spine, holding still tighter.
Ruthie turned around, “Jeez, you really have to go…”
“N-no I don’t,” Edith lied.
“Nobody sits like that when they don’t have to go,” Ruthie said, matter-of-factly.
“I swear… I just… my back hurts?” Edith replied, unsure of her own words.
“She totally has to pee,” Pearl laughed, “I can’t believe the game is almost over.”
Bea turned around. “Oh my gosh, how is your bladder so small?! Like, I don’t even need to go yet.”
Edith’s face was turning red. “I-I swear! I d-don’t have to go to the bathroom…” She pressed hard on her crotch, disproving her own statement.
“If you really need to pee, you can just go. It’s just a game, Edie,” Ruthie shrugged.
“Yeah, it just means you’re a loser who can’t go five minutes without going to the bathroom,” Pearl mocked.
“No, guys, I…” Edith crossed one leg over the other in one last ditch effort to stave off her obvious desperation.
“We’re here,” Penny announced. “We’re a ways from the park, but there’s not much parking near the entrance.
Edith swallowed hard as she saw how far away the car was from the entrance. She didn’t even know if she could walk that far without peeing herself.
“Girls, if you want to just wear your bathing suits and leave your clothes in the car, please feel free. The less we have to carry, the easier it’s going to be,” Penny told them.
The four of them slowly removed their clothes. Bea was wearing a bright pink and blue two-piece that looked a size or two too large, obviously a hand-me-down from her sister, Frankie. Pearl had on a red, sporty one-piece with black stripes going up and down the sides. Ruthie had on a bikini that was probably made for girls in their late teens, rather than someone who had just turned twelve. Ruthie suited it well, but it was way too revealing in Edith’s opinion. Edith undid her shorts, which actually helped a bit. Her bladder had more room to stretch out. Edith felt like she could hold it for a bit longer, but as she took down her shorts, she realized she had leaked into them. She quickly hid them in her backpack and covered them with her white Girl Guides shirt. The other girls couldn’t know that she had already lost. She quickly examined the crotch of her dark purple swimsuit, but no wetness was visible. As soon as she got in the water, nobody would be the wiser. Edith flung her backpack into the back and carefully got out of the van.
The other three girls ran off toward the park, but Edith was content in going slow. Her knees knocked together as she shuffled along the pavement in her flip flops.
“Sweetie, do you need to use the bathroom?” Penny asked.
Edith thought for a moment about confiding in her mother, but decided to keep up the obvious lie. “No…?”
“You look like you’re just about to burst,” Penny replied, “are you sure, Edie?”
“Mom!” Edith shot back, “I don’t need to go! Stop asking!” Edith tried her hardest to walk normally, biting her lip as she shuffled faster towards her friends.
She looked behind her, seeing her mom go back in the car for something. It was now or never. Edith squatted behind a parked car and pulled the gusset of her swimsuit aside, peeing hastily onto the hot concrete.
“Edie, where did you go?” she heard Ruthie call.
Edith wasn't finished, but she had to stop now before Ruthie discovered her. She gasped, trying hard to stop the stream. It was an uncomfortable success as she closed off the waterways and continued to hold. She adjusted herself and came out from behind the car. “I, um, I dropped my ring, but I found it,” Edith lied to her friend. She hoped Ruthie and the others couldn’t smell pee on her. The overpowering scent of chlorine was lingering in the air, so it would be hard to distinguish.
“We’re going to get some sodas before we head into the water,” Ruthie smiled, showing her canine teeth. “You need to have one too. It’s only fair for the contest.”
Edith felt her stomach bottom out. Even though she had peed out a decent amount of liquid already, she knew she would lose for sure once the soda went through her system. Not to mention, the stream she cut off earlier was begging to continue. It hurt to walk. Edith wished she hadn’t done that. She somehow felt worse now than she did ten minutes ago. She squeezed her legs together as they waited in line at the concession stand.
It felt like eons waiting in that line, even though there were only three people ahead of the girls. Edith couldn’t help but potty dance the whole time. She could feel her control slipping.
“Four large cokes please,” Ruthie said to the bored looking teenage girl at the counter.
“That’ll be seven fifty,” the teenage girl said, “Oh, and the bathroom’s just around the corner.”
Ruthie rolled her eyes and gave the cashier exact change, all in quarters. “You can just go pee now and lose,” she said, turning to Edith, “It’s not like you get anything for winning anyway.”
“I don’t have to go!” Edith insisted, her right leg over her left and bouncing up and down.
“Okay, whatever,” Ruthie sighed.
The four of them took a table and chugged their sodas.
Pearl burped incredibly loud. Edith was surprised at the volume for how tiny Pearl was.
“You guys, I really have to pee,” Bea admitted. Edith could tell she was only in the early stages of desperation. Her legs were pressed tight together, but she didn’t look worried.
“Not me,” Edith continued to lie, bouncing both legs and holding herself secretly under the table.
“Me neither,” Pearl said, “I think I could probably hold it all day.”
Ruthie smiled again. “You think you’re gonna win, Pearl? We’ll see.” Nobody noticed that Ruthie was holding herself under the table.
“Let’s get in the water already!” Pearl suggested, “I’m bored just sitting here.”
The other girls silently agreed and followed their less-than-desperate friend to the water.
It felt warm and nice, kind of like a bath after a day playing out in the snow. Edith couldn’t help but leak out a bit more. She looked down, making sure the water wasn’t turning an incriminating colour. Elias had once told her that pools add an extra chemical to the water that changed its colour to shame people who pee in the pool. Nothing happened, but she kept holding just in case it was a volume thing. Edith stared at Ruthie’s legs, which were crossed tightly under water. It was obvious that Ruthie was in dire straits as well, but she was holding on until the bitter end. Edith felt a bit more pee leak out as she absentmindedly loosened her legs a bit.
“Ohhh my gosh,” Bea moaned, grabbing herself. “I need to go… right now!”
Edith squeezed her legs together. “There’s a bathroom next to the concession,” she told Bea.
“No… No I can make it. I’m gonna beat you…” Bea dug her hand deeper and closed her eyes.
Edith tried not to make it obvious how painful it was for her to keep holding.
“As long as you losers don’t pee in the pool. That’s super disgusting and only little kids do that,” Pearl said, still showing no signs of desperation.
Ruthie looked worried for a moment and was more obviously potty dancing by now. She wasn’t saying anything. Ruthie was the kind of girl who focused by not speaking and living completely inside her own head.
“You’re all going to lose,” Pearl snickered, “I told you I could go all day without peeing.”
Ruthie angrily glared at Pearl. “You’re probably cheating,” she sharply replied.
Pearl rolled her eyes, “I don’t even know how that’s possible.”
Ruthie shrugged and went back to her zen-like focus, shifting her weight from foot to foot in the shallows of the pool.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…” Bea squeaked, “I…” she held herself very tightly and winced. “I feel sick...” she ran off towards the bathrooms.
Pearl smiled. “I can’t believe you didn’t lose, Edie.”
Edith shrugged awkwardly. “I… think I’m gonna go too.” She felt another spurt leak out of her bathing suit and dissipate into the chlorinated waters. She held herself tightly and slowly waded to the bathrooms next to the concession stand. Her legs were scrunched together, trying her hardest to hold in what she drank earlier and that giant soda. She was sure her bladder couldn’t take any more of this game. She tried to hurry to the toilets, but moving faster just made her leak. There was a tap on her shoulder.
“Edie, honey, do you need some help?” Penny asked.
“Mom, I… I have to go really, really bad…” Edith admitted, whispering out of embarrassment.
“Come with me, we’ll get you sorted. Just hold on,” Penny gave her daughter a reassuring smile. Little did Edith know, Penny had been playing the same game. Penny was just much less obvious about her level of desperation.
“Mom…” Edith worriedly whispered, digging her fingers into her crotch, “I have to pee right now!”
Penny grabbed her daughter’s arm, “Come on, Edith. Just hold on for another few seconds, we’re almost there.”
“Mommy I can’t…” Edith moaned, squeezing herself as hard as she could. A few more drops of urine dribbled out, soaking her hand, “Mommy, I’m going…”
“Edith, for heaven’s sake, you’re too old for this sort of behavior,” Penny groaned, “the bathroom is right…”
The mother and daughter stopped in their tracks, noticing a massive line for the ladies room. There were at least fifteen people in front of them. Penny gulped, suddenly remembering how desperate she was, let alone how close Edith was to wetting herself.
Edith pulled her bathing suit up tight against herself, trying to help hold the pee in. She kept dancing, trying hard to keep everything in and not succeeding at all. Her bare feet scraping against the concrete as she potty danced hopelessly.
The line wasn’t moving at all.
Penny crossed one leg over the other and worriedly looked down at her daughter, who was obviously not going to make it. She carefully knelt down and whispered, “If you want to get back in the water and go pee, nobody will know.”
Edith looked horrified, “N-no… I can make it.” She gave her mother a worried smile and held herself.
The line still didn’t move.
Penny felt a violent pang in her bladder, feeling a bit of urine dribble down her leg. She didn’t really care if anyone saw, but she kept holding on, hoping that the line would move. She squeezed her thighs together and held herself. She couldn’t let her daughter win the contest over her, a grown adult with experience! Penny adjusted her crotch and continued to squeeze.
Edith was near bursting point. It hurt to move. It hurt to stand still. Holding on was no longer an option. “Mommy…” she squeaked, “I’m… I’m not gonna make it…”
“It’s okay, honey,” Penny replied, holding herself tighter still. The crotch of her swimsuit was incredibly damp now.
Edith felt a squirt of pee drip down her leg. And then another quick spurt. She readjusted herself, but it didn’t help. The waterways were open. A full, hard stream of urine burst from the crotch of her now soaking bathing suit. Edith tried to cover herself, but she knew everyone was staring at her. She went completely red, paralyzed with fear and embarrassment.
Penny stood in the way of everyone’s gaze and let loose herself, urine splashing on the ground, soaking her feet. She sighed deeply. It felt good to let go. |
This chapter takes place while Edith is at chapter 2's sleepover, if you wanted to know the timeline. It was written at the request of Manowar, and I'm hoping it meets some of your requirements. I'm starting to realize there are a lot of characters in this story. I do have a little character cheat sheet if anyone is interested. I'm still taking requests/story ideas if anyone has any they want to add, though the next chapter will feature Indigo's request. Thanks for your continued support!
CHAPTER 5: BABYSITTING
It was just after five o’clock and Elias had just logged into Xbox Live. He and Willis were supposed to play a few rounds of multiplayer before Esther got home from dance and his parents went out to dinner for their anniversary. Ezra was off at their aunt and uncle’s place and Edith was out at some awkward sixth grade sleepover. Elias was glad the house would be quiet this evening. He didn’t love babysitting his youngest sister, but at least Esther was compliant and kept to herself most of the time. He chugged the bottle of Pepsi Blue he bought from the school vending machine, hoping Esther would stay late at dance so he could have a few extra minutes online. Elias didn’t get a ton of time to himself, being the oldest of four. His only refuge was playing Halo with Willis and the confines of his very small room (though his parents wouldn’t let him keep a TV or the Xbox in his room). He saw Willis’s username pop up and they started a game of Halo.
Shortly after he started the game, Elias felt the sudden and desperate urge to pee. He silently cursed the Pepsi Blue and tried to keep his head in the game. He crossed his legs and tried to focus, but it was proving a difficult task. He was taken down easily, not watching for enemies. His reaction time was sluggish.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Willis cried into the crackly headset, “Jesus, man! Figure it out!”
Elias groaned and swore, quickly adjusting his groin between respawns. The pangs of desperation were getting stronger. He couldn’t fight off the urge for much longer, but the match was far from over.
“We’re so gonna lose! Eli, what the hell are you doing?!” Willis shouted.
“I...I don’t even…”
“Fuck!”
“Sorry…” Elias put down the controller to hold himself, resulting in getting shot in the head and teabagged by someone named MasturChief69. He took the opportunity to get up from the sofa and do another readjustment mixed with a potty dance. Elias wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. What would he tell Willis? He squeezed his legs together, jumping up and down. Then he remembered a trick that weird mohawked kid, Jacob Black, had mentioned to him right before exams.
“If you really gotta piss and they won’t let you go, just give yourself a boner. Can’t pee and jizz at the same time, right?” Elias could see Jacob’s grinning, pierced lips in his mind’s eye. But what if Jacob was full of shit? Elias didn’t really have much of a choice; his ballooning bladder was about to burst!
Elias closed his eyes and gingerly slid his right hand down his grey and burgundy sweatpants. He started gently, rubbing himself. Nothing. He couldn’t keep his mind off how badly he needed to go. He couldn’t even distract himself with the image of Frankie Ambrose, who was possibly the hottest girl in school. Elias started to jerk himself harder, closing his eyes and wincing, imagining Frankie next to him, shirtless. He felt a twinge in his groin. He wasn’t sure if he was in the middle of getting a boner or…
“Elias! What the fuck is going on?!” Willis shouted into the headset, “What are you doing?! We’re getting fucking slaughtered!”
Elias had stopped listening to his best friend’s angry words. He kept jerking, trying to concentrate. Suddenly, his hand was wet. His underwear were wet. He was leaking into his pants. Elias plugged himself, holding on desperately. The minor erection that had started wasn’t enough to keep the pee at bay. He tore off the headset and dropped the controller. He gasped and tried to run to the bathroom, but felt another gush release from his penis. His underwear were soaked. Elias gritted his teeth and tried again to make it to the bathroom. A wave of pain from his groin hit him like a brick wall. He gasped and let loose all over his sweatpants and stood there, peeing his pants in the middle of the vacant house. He looked at the time and picked up the headset. “I, uh, gotta go, Mom and Dad just got home,” he lied, shutting down the game and TV. Elias knew he only had a limited time before his parents and Esther returned. He had to get rid of his soaked pants and underwear before they realized what had happened. Thankfully not a drop had gotten into the carpet or the couch. Elias ran up to his room and tore off his pants and underwear, throwing them into a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of his room. He then headed to the shower to rinse off his nether regions.
Not long after hopping in the shower, he heard Esther and his mother arrive home from dance. Elias leapt from the shower to his room, pulling on a new pair of underwear and some basketball shorts.
“Elias?!” his mother called.
“Coming, mom,” he replied, bounding down the staircase.
“Your father should be home in a few minutes and then we’re going out for dinner. I’m going to order you two a pizza and I’ve rented you a movie to watch together.” She threw down a DVD with a makeshift Blockbuster sleeve that read “The Princess Diaries.”
“Mom! Seriously?!” Elias complained, “I’m not watching that crap. Esther can watch it with her friends!”
His mother raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Eli. You know she wants to watch this with you. Just give it a chance. I told her once the movie and dinner are done, she needs to do her homework and leave you be. I know you just want to play Harlow with Willis.”
“Halo, Mom. It’s Halo.”
“Whatever it is, I know it’s Friday night and I know that’s all you want to do. Just be nice to your sister and she’ll leave you alone. I also left some money for you in the kitchen if you need anything.”
Elias smiled. It was rare that his parents had his back. At almost fifteen years old, it seemed as though they trusted him more and more. “Thanks,” he replied.
His mother went up to her room to get ready for dinner and Esther emerged from her room, changed into a black and pink striped sundress. “Are you gonna watch Princess Diaries with me?” she asked, skipping down the stairs.
Elias winced. “I guess.”
“Do you know what pizza I want?” Esther asked.
“Uh, pepperoni with no cheese?”
Esther grinned, delighted that her brother remembered. “Mom says after the movie you can play Halos if you want.”
Elias shrugged. “I already played with Willis earlier. He’s probably going out with his girlfriend tonight. I borrowed his DVD of Resident Evil though. Probably gonna watch that when you’re asleep.”
Esther pouted. “I wanna watch a scary movie.”
“You’re gonna get too freaked out and then Mom’s gonna kill me for keeping you awake!”
“I won’t even tell Mom!” Esther pleaded.
Elias sighed and ended the argument.
“Don’t keep secrets from your mother,” their father, Jack, barked, “You know she’ll find out either way.”
“Daddy!” Esther exclaimed.
“Hi, Pumpkin!” Jack knelt to hug his littlest daughter. “How was dance?”
“It was so good! I was perfect and everyone clapped when I finished my solo routine, but that mean girl, Flossie, told me my feet weren’t pointy, but they were…”
Jack smiled down at her, not completely listening, “I can’t wait to see the recital next month! I know you’ll do great.” He turned to Elias, handing him a business card, “Son, I know you’ve got these numbers memorized, but here’s the restaurant and my cell just in case. I’m sure I can trust you to order pizzas while I check on your mother?”
Elias nodded and his father went upstairs to get ready.
“Look, Ess, you can watch it with me if you promise not to freak out. Willis says it’s kind of scary. I just don’t want you to lay awake all night, scared the zombies might get you,” Elias said under his breath.
“I promise,” Esther moaned, dragging out the word ‘promise,’ “Can you order pizza now?”
Elias grabbed the cordless phone from the kitchen and ordered his sister’s weird, cheeseless pizza and a Hawaiian with jalapenos for himself.
“We’re taking off, Eli,” Penny called, “Call us if you need anything!”
“Love you, kids!” Jack shouted.
“Bye,” Elias replied.
“I love you!” Esther exclaimed.
The door shut and he heard the lock click into place. Elias sighed. He couldn’t believe he had to sit through the entirety of The Princess Diaries. He could never let Willis know this was how he was spending his Friday night. He wondered what Willis’s new girlfriend even looked like. Probably not as hot as Frankie. Nobody was as hot as Frankie.
“Wanna watch the movie now?” Esther grinned, holding her little hands in an almost prayerlike pose.
Elias sighed. “I guess.” He was relieved to get it over with quickly. He handed Esther The Princess Diaries.
She looked at him cynically. “No, I mean the other movie.”
“Are you sure?” Elias questioned.
“I wanna watch Resident Evil!”
Elias shrugged. He wasn’t going to argue with her anymore. “Go grab us a couple of Pepsis. I need to go grab the DVD from my room.” He still couldn’t believe Esther wanted to watch a scary movie. Was she trying to win him over? What could she possibly want?
Esther was almost finished her can of pepsi when Elias came back downstairs. She got up and grabbed another can while her brother set up the DVD player on their 40 inch tube TV. She was excited to finally watch something her brother was excited about, even though she really wanted to watch The Princess Diaries. But there was always time for that later. Esther sat back down and began to guzzle her second soda. Creepy Marilyn Manson music blared from the TV speakers and the movie began.
“What’s that blue stuff?” Esther asked.
“Watch the movie and you’ll find out,” Elias replied, trying hard not to tell his little sister to shut up.
“Why is the building trying to kill everyone?”
“Dude, watch the movie!” Elias snapped.
“But I wanna know right now,” Esther whined.
“If you’re not going to watch the movie, we can put something else on.”
Esther stopped talking for a while, watching as the horror unfolded deep within in the Umbrella Corporation.
*
“Do you think we should’ve trusted Esther like that?” Penny asked her husband.
“To not bug Eli when he’s got homework and a life to live on Friday nights?” Jack replied, “Why not? She’s a good kid. Elias knows his place in the family. He likes staying home anyway. Especially since that weird vulgar kid with the greasy hair got a girlfriend.”
“Willis?” Penny laughed at her husband’s description of their son’s best friend. Willis wasn’t overly intelligent or driven, but the parents respected Elias’s choice in best friend.
Jack poured Penny another glass of white wine, “Don’t worry too much about the kids.”
*
Esther fidgeted as she did when she had to sit still for more than fifteen minutes at a time, “I’m getting another pop. Do you want another pop?”
Elias shrugged, completely focused on the screen. The doorbell rang and Elias hit pause.
“Pizza!” Esther squealed. She opened the fridge and grabbed two more Pepsis.
Esther continued to fidget as she gorged on pizza and Pepsi. “I’m full,” she said, setting down the half empty pizza box.
Elias looked over. Esther was wiggling her legs and holding her crotch. “Do you want me to pause the movie while you pee?”
“I don’t have to go,” Esther replied, “Well, not really.” She squeezed her legs together.
“Cool,” Elias muttered, staring back at the screen and picking away at his nearly empty box of pizza.
*
“I think I’ve had a few too many glasses of wine,” Penny admitted, trying not to show how desperate she was getting, “I think I’ll head to the ladies…”
Jack grabbed her wrist. “Not tonight,” he said with a smile.
Penny sat back down, trying to ignore her begging bladder. She gingerly took a few more bites of her dinner.
Jack poured them each another, very full, glass of wine.
*
Esther started to feel the urge to go grow stronger. She knew she would make it though. The movie couldn’t be much longer. The survivors were almost on the train. Esther normally didn’t have much trouble holding her pee during movies, but when she was a little scared it wasn’t as easy. It seemed like there was always something around the corner trying to scare her in this one.
The Licker popped out and attacked the characters on the train. Esther’s heart was throbbing with anxiety and fear. She held herself tightly, hoping she wasn’t leaking. She tried to remember to breathe and took another sip of her third Pepsi, which she instantly regretted. She let out a little whimper and held her crotch tighter. Her bladder was so full she didn’t know if she could get up to use the bathroom anymore. Her knees scraped together and she tried to maintain her hold.
Elias heard his little sister’s onomatopoetic outburst, “We can turn it off if you’re too scared.”
“N-no,” Esther barely managed, “I’ll watch…” Another throbbing spasm from her crotch and she leaked into her underwear. Esther felt wet and uncomfortable. Her fingers could feel pee pooling in her crotch. She couldn’t make it for much longer. Her legs were shaking. She worriedly crossed one leg over the other, toes pointed anxiously as she fussed in her seat. But she would have to make it. There were only seconds until the movie was over… Esther squirmed and held tighter until the credits came up. Finally! She sighed. She was almost home free.
*
Penny was rocking back and forth in her chair. She had made it through dinner, left hand holding tight to her privates. Her black lace underwear were a bit damp, but Penny wasn’t fully wetting herself yet. She could feel her bladder bulging out of her dress.
“Dessert?” Jack inquired, smirking. He was enjoying this more than she was. Jack couldn’t remember the last time he was this aroused; it was probably before they had children. He handed his desperate wife the menu.
“N-no thanks…” Penny weakly replied, hoping to get out of the fancy restaurant without drenching herself in front of all these people.
“Come on, Pen. My treat.”
She pushed the menu back towards him and looked down at herself sheepishly whispering,“I… I can’t hold-”
He grabbed her hand. “Yes you can,” he encouragingly replied.
*
“Well, I gotta drain the lizard,” Elias said.
Esther felt a wave of fear come over her. She needed to go so badly! How could he take the bathroom from her? Esther bit her lip. She couldn’t bring herself to respond, so she held herself tighter, wincing.
Elias ran upstairs, with Esther following very slowly behind. She stopped every few steps to adjust herself and secure the hold. With each step she felt herself leak a little more. There wasn’t much time…
Esther finally made it to the top of the stairs. All the lights were turned off and it was silent. She could hear her heart pounding loudly like a drum. She felt like someone was drumming on her bladder, though. She crossed her legs again, hoping the pressure would ease off for a moment or two. She looked around, seeing nothing. The bathroom door was open and Elias was nowhere to be seen. “Eli?” she called, “Where did you go?” The creepy zombie scenes rushed back into Esther’s head and she was starting to feel really scared. “Eli? P-please this isn’t funny!” Esther could hear the shaky fear in her voice. It wasn’t like her at all. She scrunched her legs together. Her pee was coming, zombies or not. She gasped, holding herself tighter. Esther would have to make a run for it. The bathroom wasn’t far off now.
But she could hear something in the closet at the end of the hall.
“E-Elias?!” she called out.
No answer.
*
Penny bit her lip, “Jack!” she gasped. She knew it was time. She had held for as long as she could.
Jack could see the desperation in his wife’s face. He knew it was now or never. Without asking for the bill, he threw down more than enough cash and the two rushed out the door.
Penny pressed her legs together, desperately trying to hold on. Spurts leaked out into her lace panties. They were soaking wet. Her opaque pantyhose began to soak up some of the excess. Penny moaned.
Jack took his wife’s hand and led her to a vacant alleyway behind the restaurant, “Are you gonna piss yourself?” He grinned, teeth glowing in the moonlight like he was some kind of vampire.
Penny smiled blissfully as her husband pressed her up against a brick wall, “Yessss.” She dragged out the ‘S’ until it blended into the hissing sound that came from her crotch. Penny peed and peed, dampening the alley.
Jack rubbed himself up against his wife, her urine dampening his grey dress pants. He pressed his erect penis into her and closed his eyes.
Penny ran her fingers through Jack’s hair as they kissed. She could smell a mix of her urine and his Old Spice as he took down her damp panties. This was the most intimate she had felt with her husband since Ezra was born. The passion they felt for each other seemed new and almost animalistic.
*
Esther grabbed her crotch one last time, feeling a little more of her pee leaking out. She winced and twisted herself. She took a deep breath in, hoping it would give her courage and strength to get to the bathroom.
She grabbed herself and started to run. Esther’s thin legs were tightly squeezed together, so it wasn’t her fastest gallop. The air felt thin in her lungs, though it was only a short distance. She heard a creak and then
BAM!
Something grabbed her in the darkness, its arms wrapping around her tightly as it made a horrible gnashing noise with its teeth.
Esther screamed, tears welling up in her young eyes as she felt herself lose control. Warm urine was trickling down her legs, soaking through her dress, and falling to the carpet. She kicked and screamed and cried as more pee came with a forceful stream down her legs.
“Hahaha! I got you so good!” Elias laughed.
Esther stopped screaming when she realized it was her brother. She gasped. Pee was still trickling down her shaking legs; her panties soaked through. Esther said nothing. She began to whimper, which turned into full on bawling. She couldn’t breathe. How could Elias have done this to her? He knew she needed to go…
Elias flipped on the lightswitch and finally saw what was happening. His little sister was trembling and crying. He felt instantly guilty. “Oh Ess,” he sighed, “I’m so sorry… I didn’t know you needed to go that bad…”
“You-you,” Esther sobbed, accusingly, “You made me pee my pants!” Esther ran into her room, continuing to wail loudly.
*
“Oh my God,” Penny whispered, placing her sweaty head in the crook of her husband’s neck. She shut her eyes for a few moments. She could still feel him finishing inside her.
Jack’s body pulsated for a few seconds. He gasped for air, blinking once or twice. It was as if he’d been in a trance. “I love you,” he said to his wife. He dug for his phone, realizing he was back in reality. “It’s nine. We should head back and make sure the kids aren’t murdering each other.”
Penny smiled. She still felt like she was floating in a euphoric haze.
*
“I-I can’t breathe!” Esther called out between sobs.
Elias was at her side, stroking her shaking back. “It’s gonna be okay,” he awkwardly tried to reassure her.
Esther tried to breathe in but only managed a few short gasps as she cried.
“Accidents happen, Ess. It’s really gonna be okay. I promise. I won’t even tell mom and dad. I’ll clean everything up,” Elias pleaded with his sister, hoping that would make everything okay.
Esther continued to cry, covering her face with a pillow.
“Would it help if I told you I had an accident?” Elias asked.
Esther stopped for a moment, a red eye peering out from her pillow.
“Well, I did,” Elias couldn’t believe he was admitting this to his little sister of all people. “Today I pissed my pants because I couldn’t quit Halo. Willis hates losing so… I just held it until I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
Esther sat up, “Really?”
“Yep,” Elias replied sheepishly.
“But that was just one time,” she replied, “And you did it cause you had to beat the game with Willis.”
“Yeah, I guess,” his sister’s face was still embarrassed and sad, “But that wasn’t the only time. I mean, I definitely pissed myself other times too.”
Esther perked up.
“Like a couple weeks ago when I went to see Spiderman with Willis, we wanted to see if there was anything special after the credits and I drank a whole giant soda so you know I really had to go…”
“You peed your pants in the movie?!” Esther gasped.
“It was dark and Willis didn’t see,” Elias replied, “But yeah I guess.” He was feeling much less embarrassed about that story. It was definitely a bit of a lie. Elias had gotten very desperate by the end of the movie, but he never peed his pants. It was just a story to make Esther feel better. “So, how about you take a quick bath and I’ll throw our clothes in the laundry before Mom and Dad find out what happened?”
Esther nodded, wiping the tears off her face.
Edited January 3, 2018 by morgan91
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This chapter is written as part of Indigo's request. Hoping it lives up to your expectations. There have been a few more suggestions that I'll be working on for future chapters. Thanks again to everyone who has made requests and suggestions! I appreciate the feedback. -Morgan
CHAPTER 6: NEW BEGINNINGS
Penny woke to that familiar nauseous feeling. For the fifth time in her 38 years, she was pregnant. Her bed was warm and inviting, but she knew she would need to throw up in mere moments. Every pregnancy was the same. She was ill for the first three or four months and then her body would adjust. Today was her three month ultrasound and she was thankful to be in the final few weeks of feeling like a wreck. She headed to the bathroom and promptly vomited into the too-familiar porcelain bowl in the master bedroom’s ensuite.
Jack came to her side, “You okay, love?”
“Fine, fine,” Penny groaned, “Just morning sickness.”
Jack kissed her head and gave her a squeeze. “Want me to make breakfast today? It’s the first day of school; kids need to eat something…”
“No… I can do it,” Penny weakly replied.
“If you insist,” Jack smiled and slunk into the shower, readying himself for another day at the office.
Penny flushed and washed her hands and face off before brushing her teeth to get rid of the acidic taste of last night’s dinner. Then she headed downstairs to make breakfast. She looked in the fridge, her stomach churning at the thought of eating eggs or toast. All she could bring herself to prepare were bowls of Mini Wheats. She felt bad, but knew she would surely throw up if she even smelled eggs. Penny sat down at her usual chair in the dining room, holding her head in her hands. Not only was the nausea paralyzing, but she was fearful that her little child would be born as dependent as five, nearly six-year-old Ezra, who was completely nonverbal and wheelchair bound. Penny knew that 38 wasn’t too old to have children, but she and Jack had had the conversation about what they would do if their new baby had Down Syndrome recently, and it tore her up inside to think of another child that would never be able to live independently. Penny buried her head in her hands and tried not to cry. She was so tired.
“Mommy!” Esther shouted, “Where are my eggs?!”
Penny sat up straight and tried to gather herself. “Sorry, sweetpea. Just Mini Wheats today… I’m not feeling so well.”
Esther looked like she was going to cry. “But I’m so, so hungry…”
“Mini Wheats will fill you up until recess, my love. You’ll be okay. Have a glass of orange juice or…” Penny trailed off, feeling another wave of nausea rattle through her already feeble body.
Esther grumbled something about wishing Daddy would make her his famous eggs, but Penny wasn’t listening. She was trying to keep from projectile vomiting all over the breakfast table. She weakly got up from the table and headed to the main bathroom without a word to her youngest daughter. Penny and Jack had decided to keep the pregnancy a secret from their children until they knew for sure that it would be healthy.
She heard Elias’s heavy teenage footsteps as he lazily slunk downstairs for breakfast. He yawned loudly, “Ess, where’s Mom?”
Esther babbled something about hating Mini Wheats.
Elias groaned. He was old enough to know that his mother was likely expecting another child. He had seen this three times before. He said nothing, not wanting to upset his little sister.
“Eli, which teacher did you have in grade four?”
“Mr. Browning. He used to ring a little bell instead of yelling at us to shut up. Weird guy. I think he keeps horses now. He retired last year…”
“Oh,” Esther guzzled a second glass of orange juice. She looked nervous.
“Don’t be all freaked out about being in the intermediate grades. Grade four is super easy,” Elias reassured his sister, “Just try your best. You’re not an idiot; you’ll probably be fine.” Elias didn’t have a ton of anxiety about grade ten; all of high school seemed the same. He was just excited to finish the half day at school and come home to his Xbox and Halo.
Esther smiled and finished her soggy Mini Wheats.
Jack came down the stairs, carrying Ezra (who was nearly too big to be carried even by his father, who was a reasonably strong guy). He gave the kids a tired grin. Behind him came a sleep-deprived Edith, who had been up all night worrying about what to wear on her first day of grade seven.
Jack set Ezra down in his chair and scooted him to the table. “Ready for some breakfast, kiddo?” Jack smiled at his son, who made little to no eye contact. Ezra smiled and cooed, looking in the opposite direction. Jack scruffed up his son’s ginger hair, “Looks like eggs and bacon, Ez.” He lifted his son’s shirt and administered the syringe of liquid into the tube attached to Ezra’s stomach. Ezra had to be fed through a feeding tube due to dysphagia, a result of his cerebral palsy. “Yum,” Jack gave his son another warm smile.
“What does that stuff taste like anyway?” Esther made a disgusted face.
“It’s just different nutrients in liquid,” Jack explained, “Kind of like milk but with more stuff in it. Your brother can’t eat normal food like you guys do.”
“Oh,” Esther replied, “I hope it tastes okay.”
Jack smiled but wasn’t sure what the formula tasted like. He looked to his disabled son, wondering what the boy was thinking about, if anything. He wondered what Ezra would say, or whether he would get along with his siblings if he could speak to them.
Penny emerged from the bathroom, dark circles evident under her eyes. Her back ached from sleeping at a strange angle. “Hi kids,” she mumbled.
“Penny, you should head back to bed,” Jack warned his wife. He could tell she wasn’t up to sitting at breakfast this morning.
“I need to eat something,” she weakly replied, taking her place at the head of the table. She took a few bites of the cereal and tried her hardest to keep it down. Penny could feel her guts rejecting the Mini Wheats and ran back upstairs to the ensuite.
“It’s about time for you three to head off,” Jack said, almost ignoring his wife’s rapid exit, “I’m going to get Ezra ready to go to your aunt’s. Elias, you’re in charge. Make sure the girls get to school safely.”
“Me and Esther don’t need him! I’m old enough,” Edith tried to reassure her father.
“Safety in numbers,” Jack warned as his three able-bodied children left for school.
Esther sat down in her new, empty desk. It was a bit different than last year’s third grade class. The desks were arranged into five rows each with three pairs of desks. The curly-haired blonde girl sitting next to her was completely unfamiliar to Esther. She looked around to see where her best friend, Addison, was sitting. She was all the way across the room and was seated next to Flossie Ambrose, who was always incredibly mean to Esther during dance class. Ever since Esther had accidentally wet herself when she tried to do the splits, Flossie would talk to her as if she were a baby, asking if a baby who needed diapers could even be in their dance troupe. Flossie and Addison were completely engrossed in conversation and hadn’t noticed that Esther was even in their class. Esther was sure the blonde girl was nice, but she wished she could just sit with her friend instead. She couldn’t believe Addison would even engage with the enemy like that. She felt her face go sour and her heart freeze from perceived betrayal.
The blonde girl shyly looked at Esther, and then looked away as if she wanted to ask something but couldn’t get up the courage. She looked like she was shaking from fear. Esther started to feel bad. Starting a new school was probably pretty hard, not that she knew from experience.
“Hi,” Esther said.
The blonde girl pushed her curls out of her face, “H-hi,” she quietly replied.
“I’m Esther. Are you new?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s your name? Where did you move from?” Esther stopped herself from asking another question, hoping she wasn’t overwhelming the poor girl.
The blonde girl continued to shake. “Annie. M-my name’s Annie. Um, I came from, I mean, we moved from…” she stopped shaking for a moment putting her hands in her lap, “M-Markham.”
Esther nodded, pretending she knew where that was. “Cool, I’m from here.”
Annie awkwardly grinned and then looked away, shaking again. Her hands were pressed in her lap, arms rigid.
“Hey, Annie?”
The blonde girl didn’t look up at all; it seemed as though she was completely ignoring her desk mate.
“Annie, are you okay?”
“F-fine.” She stared down at her desk and hid under her thick mop of blonde curls, continuing to shake and jiggle her legs.
Esther looked to Addison again, who still hadn’t noticed her. Flossie and Addison were laughing like old friends. Esther wondered if she would ever get to see her best friend.
“Hello grade fours!” the teacher greeted her students from the wooden podium at the front of the class, “I’m Mrs. Ireland. I’m going to do a quick attendance check and then a short rundown of our classroom rules and a summary of what you’re going to learn this year. Okay. Florence?”
The class was silent. Esther could hear hers and Annie’s desks bumping together as Annie jiggled her legs.
“Florence Ambrose?”
“It’s Flossie,” Flossie huffed, angry that her parents had given her such a long and ridiculous name.
“Sorry!” Mrs. Ireland apologized, flattening her black pencil skirt. She called a few more names. “Esther Dolman?”
“Here!” Esther called. She looked over at Addison, who still hadn’t noticed her.
“Addison Elliott?”
“Here,” Addison responded, sounding bored and unapologetic as if to impress her new best friend, Flossie.“Annabelle Hollis?”
“Here,” Annie spoke just louder than a whisper. She had stopped jiggling her legs and had crossed one over the other, hands buried in the crotch of her pleated skirt. Annie didn’t even correct Mrs. Ireland on her name.
Mrs. Ireland continued to list off the names of their classmates as Esther took another peek at Annie. She looked incredibly uncomfortable. Her legs squeezing together as she scuffed the soles of her black maryjanes together. Annie let out a tiny whimper.
Esther gave her desk mate a poke and whispered, “Are you okay?”
Annie finally turned to Esther, tears in her eyes. She shook her head, no. “I have to go to the washroom really, really bad...” Annie whispered so quietly that Esther didn’t quite hear.
“What?” Esther mouthed.
Annie let out a horrified gasp, so loud that the whole class heard. She lifted her hands from her crotch to reveal a growing wet spot. She quickly tried to cover it up with her sweater, but there was no use. There was a small stream of pee that wasn’t being absorbed into Annie’s uniform trickling down and hitting the brown carpeted floor. She looked to Esther, completely mortified.
Mrs. Ireland looked to the two girls, instantly realizing what was going on. “Esther, why don’t you take Annabelle to the nurse to get cleaned up…”
With that, Addison and Flossie turned to see what had happened. The two girls began giggling amongst themselves. The rest of the class stared at Annie, shocked but amused by her misfortune.
Esther took her new friend’s hand and they did their walk of shame out of the classroom.
“You need a full bladder for us to do a proper ultrasound,” the receptionist said.
Penny sighed. She knew the feeling all too well and wasn’t looking forward to the discomfort. At least the morning sickness had subsided. She looked to Jack as the receptionist handed her a cup of water. Jack wore an incredible grin. The ultrasound was his favourite part of the pregnancy journey.
The bell rang for recess and Esther grabbed a ziploc baggie of carrots and her water bottle. She saw Annie had the same thing. “I got carrots too,” Esther said.
Annie didn’t say anything.
“Do you wanna hang out?” Esther asked, taking a big sip of her water.
Annie shrugged. “I didn’t think anyone would want to hang out with me…”
“Cause you peed?” Esther whispered.
Annie nodded, her blonde curls bouncing and partly covering her face.
“It’s okay,” Esther looked around to make sure nobody was listening, and then whispered, “Don’t worry. I peed my pants once too.”
Annie looked uncomfortable and meekly replied, “Let’s not talk about it.”
The two wandered the school grounds, eating carrots and talking about Annie’s old school in Markham. Whenever Annie brought up her hometown, she looked like she was going to cry. Esther couldn’t help but feel bad for Annie, but as she eyed Addison and Flossie from across the playground, she felt extreme jealousy. Esther wished she could swap places with Flossie as she saw the two girls giggling and pointing at her and Annie.
“They’re laughing at me,” Annie self consciously whispered.
Esther didn’t want to lie to her new friend, so she said nothing and led Annie in the opposite direction of the playground. She took another gulp of water and realized she hadn’t gone to the bathroom since before breakfast. Esther felt a little tingle in her bladder, but just as she was going to excuse herself, the bell rang and the girls made their way back to class.
“Are you ready?” Jack asked, Cheshire cat grin across his face.
Penny gritted her teeth, trying to keep from leaking. “Yup,” she quickly retorted.
“Mrs. Dolman? The doctor is running a bit behind. He’ll be with you in the next twenty-ish minutes,” the receptionist interrupted.
Penny let out a sigh, squeezing Jack’s hand.
“I know it’s uncomfortable, but it’ll be over before you know it,” the receptionist tried to comfort Penny.
“Yup. I know,” Penny was a bit short at this point, but her urine was ready to escape and resistance was futile. She pressed her legs together, trying not to make it obvious how badly she needed a release.
Jack rubbed his wife’s back. “Just hold on,” he seductively whispered.
“I hope you all had a nice little break,” Mrs. Ireland warmly greeted her grade four class. “Our next class is gym. Please grab your gym clothes and head down to the change rooms. I’ll meet you in the gymnasium.”
Esther smiled giddily. “I love gym!” she told Annie. Esther got bored sitting at a desk for too long, especially when she had to write out math problems or find grammar corrections. Even reading was a struggle for her, unless the book was incredibly captivating. It was part of the reason her parents put her in dance instead of music lessons. Esther and Annie went to their cubbies and grabbed their uniformed gym strip.
“I don’t really like gym,” Annie admitted.
“But it’s easy and all you do is run around and play games!” Esther tried to get her new best friend on board with her favourite class. She felt another twinge in her bladder, but was incredibly thankful that she had time to pee before class.
Annie shrugged. “I’m not good at running and stuff.” She looked down at her shoes.
“It’s okay,” Esther replied, “Just have fun!” She was trying not to do the potty dance in front of her new friend, but she felt herself getting more and more desperate as the moments went by.
Before she could use the bathroom, Esther decided to change into her gym clothes. She sat down on the wooden change room bench and pulled down her blue pleated skirt. Her legs were jiggling now, trying to keep her pee at bay. She squeezed her legs together, holding on as best she could. Pulling on the matching blue shorts proved to be a bit more difficult. Her thighs were pressed tightly together and loosening them made her leak just a little into her panties. Esther gasped, feeling a spurt of wetness. She quickly pulled on the white t-shirt and set down her gym bag, her uniform safely tucked away inside. “I’ll be right back,” she told Annie and walked briskly down the hall to the girls’ bathroom. With each step, her bladder bounced around inside her, desperately wanting to release its contents into her blue cotton shorts. Esther stopped for a moment, trying to adjust herself, one leg wrapped around the other.
“Esther!” Mrs. Ireland called, “What are you doing? We’re starting a game of dodge ball.”
“I just needed to go-”
“Come with me, there’s no escape from your first PE class of the year,” Mrs. Ireland ignored Esther’s plea, pulling her arm and forcing her into the gym.
Esther held tighter, her knees pressed together, one ankle wrapped around the other.
“Where were you?” Annie asked.
“I tried to go to the bathroom, but Mrs. Ireland said I had to come to class,” Esther replied, pressing on her crotch. She adjusted herself again. Maybe she could make it for a little while.
On the other side of the gym, Addison and Flossie were snickering and pointing at Annie, pretending they needed to go pee and miming Annie’s actions. Flossie threw a ball in Annie and Esther’s direction, missing them by a hair. Esther shot her ex-best-friend an angry stare and threw the ball back to them with little to no force or accuracy. Usually she was much better at sport, but today her efforts were focused elsewhere. She felt another spurt leak into her panties and squeezed harder. Esther knew she wouldn’t make it much longer.
Esther grabbed herself and sauntered over to her teacher. “Mrs. Ireland?”
The teacher looked down at her desperate student, “Yes?”
“Can I go to the bathroom?” Esther asked, barely able to keep still.
“Esther, you just had recess. I think you can hold it at least until the end of the game. Can you wait five minutes?”
Esther pressed harder on her crotch. “But-”
“I need you to wait,” Mrs. Ireland replied, “You’re a big girl. You can hold it.”
Esther whimpered and headed back to her friend.
“I thought you needed to use the washroom,” Annie said.
“She wouldn’t let me go,” Esther whined, “And I have to go so bad…” Esther danced, rubbing her thighs together. Her potty dance wasn’t helping. She didn’t think she would make it another second, let alone another five. Esther knew there wasn’t any point in asking again. She dug her hand into her crotch and bent her knees, trying to hold on.
“Are you okay?!” Annie gasped, feeling instant empathy.
“N-no… I have to go pee really bad…” Esther whimpered. Her legs were shaking. She felt another gush of pee soak her panties.
Mrs. Ireland walked over to Esther and grabbed her arm, “Esther, if you really need to go that badly, then go ahead.”
Esther was shaking, both hands pressing hard on her crotch. She could barely move, but tried to shuffle off as quickly as she could to the bathrooms. She felt another fierce spurt soak her panties and shorts. Esther could see the door to the girls room just a few feet away. Another pang of desperation hit. It was too much for Esther to hold in. She sprang a leak, trying to plug it with her hands, but failing. Pee soaked her blue cotton shorts and dribbled a few drops onto the laminate floors. Esther tried to keep holding as she entered the bathroom and pushed open the first stall. She had to go so badly, she didn’t even close the door. Esther squeezed herself one last time and tried to pull down her shorts, but it was too late. Her bladder could take no more, and burst from her hold. Pee rushed through her already sopping underwear, drenching her absorbent cotton gym shorts. She sat down on the toilet, pee dripping from her clothes into the toilet. Then the bathroom door swung open, revealing a stern looking Mrs. Ireland. Esther looked up at her new teacher, then down at her wet shorts and began to cry a river of tears.
Penny’s legs were shaking. “How long is this going to take?” she asked, trying to hide that she was bursting.
“Not long,” the doctor replied, applying the cold jelly to her patient’s abdomen, “You must be ready to burst.”
Penny shivered, leaking a bit into her underwear. She tried to smile in response, but just looked uncomfortable. The ultrasound machine began to make its familiar whirring heartbeat sounds as her baby was revealed.
The doctor wore a look of mild concern, moving the transducer around and searching for abnormalities. Her expression went from concerned to intrigue. “Looks like you two are expecting twins.”
“Twins?!” Penny was shocked, but excited.
Jack tried not to think about the complications of two babies and their already very dependent six-year-old son and feigned joy.
“Everything looks good so far. Do you want to know the sexes?”
Penny looked to Jack, whose once blissful state seemed to fade.
Jack exhaled, trying to focus on the task at hand. “Yes please.” He smiled at his wife, thinking of the evening of their child’s conception. His pants soaked in her urine. Their passionate exchange in a dark alley. Jack realized he would never be able to tell this story to anyone and began concocting a lie about the twins’ conception, should he ever have to tell that story.
Penny and Jack sat at the kitchen table, holding hands and beaming at each other. Ezra sat next to his father, dazed in his wheelchair. Esther had just come home from school with her wet bag of gym strip and underpants that she had thrown directly into the washing machine in hopes that nobody would know about her accident. She sat next to her brother, Elias, who looked just as put-out as she was. Elias sat boredly with his elbows on the table, hands holding his face up in a blank stare. He wasn’t excited for another kid. Where were they going to sleep? His room was far too small to share. Ezra needed the other small room. Edith and Esther were already sharing a room… Elias sighed and looked to Edith, who had no idea what was going on. She was sitting at the edge of her seat in excited anticipation. Elias wished he was still in grade seven and had her innocence.
“Kids, I have something to tell you,” Penny excitedly said.
Elias rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what was being announced. It made him angry. It seemed irresponsible to be having another child when they already had the burden of looking after Ezra.
“I just wanted you all to know,” Penny began, trying to downplay her excitement, “the reason I’ve been sick lately is because… I’m pregnant! You’re going to have two little sisters in March.”
“Are you excited, Daddy?” Esther asked.
Jack gave her a half-smile, “I’ll be excited when we know for sure that your little sisters are healthy. For now, I’m trying not to think about it too much.”
Elias had never seen his father look so concerned about a pregnancy. Even when Ezra was diagnosed, Dad never seemed too put out. He didn’t want to ask Dad any more about it. His sisters remained silent as well.
Thanks for reading! Currently accepting name suggestions for the twins and (as always) more suggestions for future chapters.
I am working on: a romper wetting at the mall featuring the three leading ladies (thanks 126!), a snowsuit wetting, and another school wetting featuring Edith, but a different scenario than what you've just read. |
Hi guys - I rushed to finish this chapter and had some trouble wrapping it up. It doesn't feature as much of Penny as I had originally intended, but I hope you're still able to enjoy it. My apologies for not releasing previous chapters in a more chronological order - this chapter takes place shortly after chapter 6 where Penny announces she is pregnant with the twins. Check the previous post for links to vote for your choice of baby names if you haven't already! So far "Ella" is in the lead for Baby A while "Emma" and "Emily" are tied for Baby B.
CHAPTER 7: MALL MOMS
It was Saturday afternoon and Penny was out with her daughters to buy them some new clothes. Edith kept growing and Esther refused to wear her sister’s “gross” outfits from previous years. To be fair, Esther was much skinnier than her sister at the age of nine. Penny was thankful that they had school uniforms and their choice of outfits for weekends were kept to a minimum.
“Mommy, I’m hungry!” whined Esther, “Can we get McDonalds?”
Penny gave her younger daughter a piercing stare. “Esther, I fed you lunch two hours ago. Can you wait until we get home please?”
“Can I just get fries?” Esther pleaded, “And a drink? I’m really thirsty.”
“Can I have a drink too?” Edith quietly asked.
Penny sighed. It was two against one at this point. She rifled through her purse to find cash for the girls, discovering a wadded up ten dollar bill at the very bottom, crinkled beside a used tissue. “Fine. Don’t be too long, remember we need to be home in an hour to start dinner…” Penny warned, but the girls were already running off towards the food court. She caressed her slowly swelling stomach, wondering if her twins would be anything like Edith and Esther. Penny pictured them both with long, dark curls, not unlike her other daughters. They wore matching gingham sundresses and giggled as if they knew something she didn’t…
“Oh my gosh, Penny Dolman,” said a familiar, slightly nasal voice.
Penny turned around, dazed by her vision. “Oh… hi Camille.” She fake-smiled.
“Penny, I haven’t seen you at the PTA meetings in… well, since last spring,” Camille accused, itching her nose.
Penny shrugged, feeling uncomfortable, “I’m sorry…”
“It’s just too much for you to show up once a month, I guess,” Camille scoffed.
“Honestly, Thursday nights aren’t the best. I have to bring Ezra to physio and-”
“How are your girls, Penny?” Camille interrupted, not wanting to hear anymore about Penny’s tragically disabled boy, “Edna and Ellen, was it?”
Penny tried hard not to be offended, gritting her teeth. “Edith and Esther? They’re… they’re doing well. Esther has developed this phobia of public bathrooms… Edith is, well, becoming a teenager.”
“Fear of public toilets? Kids are funny.”
“How are Becky and Rachael?” Penny asked, feeling somewhat ashamed that she remembered Camille Moreau’s daughters’ names.
Camille beamed. “Becky is going by Rebekah now. She says it’s much more grown-up. Just turned nine, you know how it is.”
Penny nodded, thinking of Esther’s plea to work at McDonalds to pay for extra dance lessons.
“And Rachael is taking on some AP courses through the high school,” Camille boasted. “She’s also joined a cheerleading squad through the Solomon Center.”
“Oh wow,” Penny tried not to yawn. Camille got a hefty payment from the government when her husband was killed in Afghanistan, which helped her out tons when paying for her daughters’ extracurricular activities. The Solomon Center was one of the most prestigious gyms in the country; Esther would’ve killed to take dance or gymnastics there. Penny tried her hardest not to hate Camille for having extra time and money to spend on her kids, or for boasting about her privileges. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to lose Jack, “And what about you? What are you up to?” Penny interrupted her own jealous thoughts.
Camille looked to the ceiling and half-smiled. “You know, just overseeing the PTA. Making sure my girls grow up with everything I can provide for them. Doing a little shopping…” Camille rustled around in her purse and finally found what she was looking for, passing Penny a little piece of paper with a low-resolution picture printed on it, “And this is Marco!”
Penny raised an eyebrow, “Who?”
“My new boyfriend! I mean, we haven’t met in person yet. I don’t really have time, what with the girls’ activities and being at school, planning…”
“What do you mean you haven’t met?”
“We met online! Oh Penny you have to try- Never mind,” Camille backpedaled, remembering that Penny was still married to someone living.
“You’re so brave,” Penny replied, handing back the poor quality photo, “And he’s really good-looking! You should try and meet him-” She suddenly felt a wave of nausea, squeezing her eyes shut and slowly breathing in.
“Penny, are you feeling alright?”
“Oh God, it’s just morning sickness. It’s been really bad this time,” Penny confessed, “It comes in waves and all throughout the day I just feel nauseous. I know every pregnancy is different, but-”
“You don’t think there’s something… wrong, do you?”
Camille had articulated Penny’s worst fears. “I mean, we had the ultrasound and everything seemed normal with the twins, but…”
“Oh my goodness, twins?” Camille’s shock morphed into a sickly smile, “How are you going to manage that?!”
Another one of Penny’s fears played out in plain speech. She felt another wave of nausea. Penny’s hand covered her mouth as she tried to hold back the vomit that was creeping up her esophagus.
“Mommy!” Esther shouted, “Look what we got!” The soon-to-be big sister held up a giant fountain drink and a large fries.
Penny gave her daughters the thumbs up. “I’m heading to the washroom. You girls stay here. I’ll be out shortly.”
“It was lovely seeing you!” Camille lied, heading off towards the row of tween themed stores that were just beyond the food court.
Penny waved and abruptly darted off to the ladies. Her throat was burning with sick. She tried to swallow it down, but her efforts were fruitless. She fell to her knees in the first stall and emptied her insides into the bowl of the public toilet. She held onto the dirty bowl for stability as she felt herself heave breakfast in its chunky glory back up. Penny flushed and went to the sink where she washed her face and hands. Her mouth was still stinging with stomach acid. She sighed and stared at herself. What if there was something wrong with the babies? What if she was in over her head? Who was she kidding? She was already in over her head. Penny gasped, feeling more out of control than she had in a while. Her breathing was shaky and she felt tears well up in her eyes. She went back to the empty stall, sat down, and began to cry as quietly as she could muster.
Esther looked inquisitively towards the bathrooms. “Is Mommy okay?” She shoveled another handful of fries into her mouth.
Edith shrugged. “I think so. She’s just sick because of the babies.”
“I don’t want to have babies if you end up puking the whole time,” Esther mused.
Edith took a long sip of her soda and finished her fries as their mother emerged from the bathroom.
“I’m sorry girls,” Penny apologized, clearing her throat. “Now finish up your drinks. We don’t have tons of time…”
“I’m done with mine,” Edith said, “I can’t finish it.”
Penny could still feel the burn in her esophagus, “I’ll finish it, Edie.” Penny chugged the rest of her daughter’s soda, joining Esther in a race to finish their drinks.
Esther won, surprisingly, and let out an obnoxiously loud burp.
“Honey, that’s not necessary,” Penny scolded.
Esther glared at her mother, but didn’t argue.
“Can we go to Planet Girlz?” Edith asked.
“If that’s where you want to go…” Penny replied.
“And then can we see what plans they have for cell phones at Mobo?” Edith raised her eyebrows in desperate hope, knowing full well she’d be knocked down.
“Edith, you know we can’t afford that right now. And those things give you brain cancer-”
“But mom! All the other girls have them!”
“Edith, only Ruthie has one. I know Pearl’s parents would never spring for one unless it was a necessity and Bea’s mom feels the same as me about the situation…”
“But Rachael Moreau has one. And so does Conner Watts. And Sean Zhu. And Ashleigh Oberman. And-”
“Edith! That’s enough! When you have a job and you can pay for your own phone, we will help you get one. But until that day, you will just have to suffer with the landline.” Penny felt only mild regrets about her harsh words. She didn’t wish to hurt Edith, but at the same time she knew the family couldn’t afford that extra cost per month, especially with twins on the way.
Edith knew she had gone too far. She hoped her mother would still buy her a new outfit. She shied away from conversation and walked silently behind her mother and Esther.
“Mommy, I don’t even need a cell phone,” Esther piped up, holding her mother’s hand.
“Esther, we don’t need to keep talking about it,” Penny shut her down. With her other hand she caressed her stomach as if to hug her unborn daughters.
“Penny!” came the once again familiar voice of Camille Moreau, “fancy seeing you again.”
“Yeah, Edith and Esther wanted to check out Girly Planet.”
“Planet Girlz, Mom!” Esther corrected.
Rebekah and Rachael emerged from the store, fresh blonde streaks illuminating their nearly black hair. Rachael was wearing sparkling blue jeans with a black t-shirt depicting the Australian boy band “The Outback Boys.” Her sister, who was once referred to as Barfy Becky because of an unfortunate incident in early elementary school, was wearing the same shirt but with a deep purple velvet skirt.
“Wow, you got to see The Outback Boys?!” Esther gasped.
“Yeah, Mom got us tickets. It was pretty cool, I guess,” bragged Rebekah.
Esther remembered when they were in town and her mom couldn’t buy tickets because they were sold out.
“Nothing but the best for my daughters,” Camille cunningly remarked.
Edith rolled her eyes and considered mentioning that only little kids liked The Outback Boys. She definitely wasn’t jealous of the t-shirt, but the sparkly jeans Rachael was sporting were something she envied immensely. She looked down at the old romper she was wearing. It was a touch too small and she found it annoying to take on and off because of the size. Esther didn’t look much fancier - wearing Edith’s baggy, hand-me-down overalls from the second grade. Esther was still too skinny to fit the clothes Edith wore when she was in grade four.
“It wasn’t as lame as I thought it would be,” Rachael sighed, checking out her fresh manicure, “I didn’t even want to go, but none of Becky’s friends could go on a school night.”
“My name is Rebekah,” Rebekah corrected.
The last thing Penny wanted to hear was Camille and her children bragging and fighting amongst each other. She was glad the nausea from before had gone away, but was definitely regretting chugging the rest of Edith’s pop. Her bladder had shrunk significantly in the last week and she felt herself constantly needing to use the restroom. Penny couldn’t remember it being this bad so early on, but everything seemed different with this pregnancy so far. She didn’t have to go too bad for the moment. Hopefully Edith and Esther would find something quick.
“Come on girls, let’s see what they’ve got. We only have an hour or so before we need to get home,” Penny rushed Edith and Esther into the store.
After a few minutes of looking through racks of sparkly designer jeans, Esther seemed to be getting restless. She was dancing around the store, not really looking for clothes.
“Esther, sweetpea, please focus,” Penny warned her daughter.
Esther obeyed, still dizzily flitting about, but looking at outfits. She adjusted her overalls and crossed her legs as she dug through racks of jeans.
“Esther, do you need to go to the bathroom?” Penny asked.
“No,” Esther insisted, shaking.
“Esther, if you need to go, I can go with you. I know you don’t like to use-”
“I don’t have to go right now,” Esther lied, tugging at her crotch.
“Okay then,” Penny gave up. She was feeling the urge though. Penny pressed her thighs together and exercised her kegels. She could hold for a bit longer while the girls looked. Penny began to feel concerned for Esther, who was looking very desperate and unable to disguise her potty dance.
“Mom, can I try these jeans?” Edith held up a pair of sparkly blue jeans, much like the ones Rachael was wearing.
Penny checked the price tag. “Edith, these are over a hundred dollars.”
“They’re so cool though!” Edith insisted.
Penny looked to the discount rack and pulled out another pair of (much less sparkly) jeans. “These are only twenty-five. Try them.”
Edith huffed.
“Try them both, Edie. You can decide which one looks better,” Penny gave in. Spending over a hundred dollars on jeans for a twelve-year-old didn’t seem like a wise investment, but Penny couldn’t stand letting Edith down twice in one day. Even if it meant working a few extra hours at the bakery. Penny shuffled through the racks and found two more pairs of jeans for Esther to try on as well as a mass-produced Outback Boys t-shirt. “Esther, come try these on please,” Penny called.
Edith grabbed the two pairs of jeans and headed into the change room with her little sister in tow. There was only one free room, but it was large enough for both girls to go in and try on their new pants. Edith struggled with her romper, trying to unzip the back. “Ess, can you unzip me?”
Esther held herself with one hand and yanked down the zipper. Then she sat back down on the bench, wiggling her legs.
“Aren’t you going to try on your pants?” asked Edith.
Esther shrugged and looked worried as she dug her hands deeper into her crotch.
“Come on. Mom says we don’t have all day to do this. Just try them on and then we can go.”
Esther shook her head, thighs shaking. “It’s fine. They always fit.”
Edith sighed, pulling on the normal jeans her mother had picked out. They fit well, but weren’t anything interesting. Then she tried on the second pair. “These are so cool,” she said to herself, taking a moment to admire her figure in the mirror, “I can’t believe Mom said she’d buy them for me.” Edith felt guilt burrowing into the pit of her stomach. She thought about the new babies and her mom having to work extra hours. She thought about Ezra’s expensive physiotherapy and Esther’s dance classes, not to mention feeding and clothing all four (soon to be six) kids. She took one last look at herself in the sparkly jeans before putting them back and pulling on her romper.
“Are you done yet? I wanna go home!” Esther whined.
“Yes,” Edith huffed, “Can you do up my zipper?”
Esther yanked the zipper up with one hand and held herself tightly with the other.
Edith sprung open the door to the change room.
“How’d it go?” Penny asked. She was trying hard not to potty dance in front of her daughters, but it was getting obvious how desperately she needed to pee.
“I only want the one pair,” Edith lied, “The sparkles don’t look good on me.”
Penny winced. “Great! Esther, did you have any luck?”
Esther couldn’t hold still anymore. “Both are fine. Can we go home please?” she begged, legs twisted around each other like the cables behind the TV.
“Let’s pay. Before we leave, I’d like to use the bathroom,” Penny suggested.
“Mommy!” Esther whined, “I want to go home right now!” She was shaking.
Penny patted her daughter’s head, “Are you feeling alright, sweetpea?”
Esther shrugged.
“I knew we should’ve skipped McDonalds,” Penny muttered regretfully. Her swelling bladder was begging for a release. She crossed her legs tightly as the cashier rang them through. Penny was thankful that it was just the two girls today. Elias would spend about three hours testing demos in Electric Arena and trying to schmooze with the staff in hopes of getting a job at the video game retailer. It was nearly impossible to get him out of there. Penny’s groin was throbbing at this point. “Do either of you need to use the bathroom?” Penny asked as they exited the store. “Traffic might be bad on the way home.”
“Um…” Esther squeezed her legs together, trying to figure out if she could hold it until they got home. Coming to the conclusion that she could make it, Esther responded with a firm, “No.”
Edith looked at her little sister, not believing her lie. She was starting to feel the pressing urge to go and she’d only drank about half of what her sister had. “Are you sure you don’t need to go? You drank a giant pop...”
Esther shook her head. “I don’t have to go pee! Stop asking!” She tried unsuccessfully to stop potty dancing, which didn’t help her argument. Esther didn’t want to set foot in that mall bathroom. Elias said they never cleaned the mall toilets and one time a rat had bitten Willis on the butt when he sat down in the mens. She wasn’t sure if she believed his story, but also wasn’t willing to take her chances. Esther clenched tighter, sure she would be able to make it for at least until they got home.
The three ladies made their way to the food court bathroom, where Penny was starting to feel like a regular customer. Thankfully, there wasn’t a line. “Sweetpea, are you sure you don’t want to at least try and go? I would hate for you to have an accident,” Penny asked Esther. She took a deep breath and squeezed her legs together.
Esther crossed her arms and angrily stared at the ground. “I don’t have to go!” she shouted, “I just wanna go home!”
Penny sighed. There was no convincing Esther. Penny began to feel the urine seep out of her and moisten her panties. She held tighter and made her way into the bathroom with Edith in tow. There was only one open stall and Penny dashed into it, yanking down her soiled underwear and rapidly letting loose into the porcelain bowl she had previously vomited into. She suppressed a deep, blissful moan.
Edith stood next to the sinks, looking at the two other “out of order” stalls. The bathroom was in dire need of a remodel; some of the taps were dripping in hastening rhythm. With each dribble, she felt herself growing more desperate to go. Edith pressed on her urethra and crossed her legs. She wished she had gone ahead of her mother into the only working toilet. She looked behind her - nobody else was in line. Maybe she could just go in the mens? No! That’s gross. Maybe she could just go in the sink? No, no. She could hold it for another minute. How long could Mom be? Edith reached for her zipper in anticipation, realizing that she couldn’t reach it. She thought of shouting out for Esther, but didn’t want to bring attention to herself, being that she was ready to pee herself. Edith was about ready to burst. “Mom…?”
“Don’t worry, love. I’m almost done,” Penny called back.
“It’s okay, I just need help with the zipper,” Edith responded, still trying to reach it. She was trying hard not to potty dance. She was almost twelve, for goodness sake. Edith squeezed hard and folded one leg over the other. She closed her eyes, hoping Mom would hurry up.
Edith heard the lock jiggle open and out walked her mother, looking overjoyed with relief. “Let’s get that zipper…” Penny fiddled with the zipper at the back of Edith’s romper, “I think it’s stuck on the fabric. Just hold on a little longer.”
Edith breathed in rapidly through her nose.
Penny felt instant guilt, fumbling with the zipper. She should’ve let her daughter go first. Penny felt like a terrible mother.
Edith could feel pee spurting out. She tried to hold on, clenching and holding herself with both hands, but still the flood came. Her panties were soaking before she managed to stop the stream.
“Edith, can you hold on a little longer? I think I’ve almost got it,” Penny said, tugging at the zipper and making some progress.
“I… I think so…” Edith lied. She didn’t think she could hold on for even another five seconds, “P-please hurry…”
Penny gave the zipper another fierce yank as it broke off of the garment. She swore under her breath.
Edith couldn’t hold it any longer. She felt her pee gush into her soaked underwear and stream down her legs, out of the romper.
“Oh my gosh, Edie-” Penny gasped. It was her fault. Her daughter was far too old to be having these kinds of accidents. She handed her daughter the shopping bag from Planet Girlz, “It’s okay, sweetie. You can just change into your new clothes…”
Edith tried not to cry as she pulled off the old romper and soaked panties. She couldn’t believe she had lost control like that. At least Esther didn’t see. She would’ve laughed and made fun of Edith’s small bladder. Edith slid into her new jeans and came out of the stall to wash her hands. She opened the stall door to see none other than Rachael Moreau.
“Nice jeans,” mocked Rachael.
Edith tried not to make eye contact, awkwardly shrugging her shoulders.
“It smells disgusting in here. What did you do, piss all over the floor?” Rachael plugged her nose. “God, if I didn’t have to go so badly, I’d be outta here so fa-” It was then that she noticed the wet, wadded up romper in Edith’s hand. “Oh my god, what is that?”
“Nothing,” Edith lied, tossing it into the trash.
Rachael went and fished it out with an unsure hand. “Oh my god. This is hilarious.” She held up the wet romper. “Did you pee-pee in your onesie?!” Rachael taunted in a sing-song baby voice. She laughed and threw Edith’s romper back in the garbage and washed her hands. “You’re totally gross, Edith. You should wear diapers if you can’t get to the toilet on time.”
Edith said nothing and shuffled out the door, holding back her tears.
She exited the bathroom to find her mother and Esther waiting for her. Mom was holding Esther’s hand and Esther was desperately trying to keep from peeing her pants.
“Let’s go let’s go let’s go!” Esther begged, tapping her feet and wiggling as she pulled her mother’s hand and awkwardly marched towards the parkade. Esther knew she could make it. If she could just sit down, maybe her bladder would settle…
They were almost at the parkade when Esther stopped in the middle of the hallway and grabbed herself. She knelt down and started shaking.
“Come on, Esther. We need to get going,” Penny told her daughter. She knew Esther needed to go, but she’d missed her chance. They were already going to be late.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“Yes you can,” Edith shook her head, “Come on.”
Esther shook her head and wiped the tears away. “I c-can’t! I have to go pee really badly…”
Edith groaned. “Esther! We were just in the bathroom! Why didn’t you-”
“I didn’t have to go!” Esther moaned.
“Maybe we can go back…” Edith suggested.
Esther shook her head. “It’s too late!” she insisted, standing up to reveal a growing wet spot on the backside of her overalls. Dark lines began to appear as her pee ran down her legs. Esther was shaking, mortified that she had let it get to this point. A small puddle began to form at her feet, urine splashing up onto her white sneakers.
Esther grabbed her mom’s arm, “Mom…”
Penny sighed. “Come on, sweetpea. It’ll be okay. You can change when we get home.” Penny removed her cardigan and wrapped it around Esther’s waist, covering most of her accident.
Thanks for reading. I intend to update with a new chapter and the twins names in the next week or so. Hoping to do a shorter chapter (as I'm finding myself shorter on time these days) inspired by ElizaSchuyler's suggestion. That being said, I am still open to feedback and requests! Thanks again. - Morgan
Edited January 16, 2018 by Morgan91
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Thanks to ElizaSchuyler for this suggestion. It's taken me longer than I thought to finish this chapter. Haven't started the next installment yet, but I fully intend to write a chapter from Manowar's suggestion for either chapter 9 or 10. Keep checking back, and feel free to post your requests for future chapters!
CHAPTER 8: SICK
Penny woke up to another morning of nausea, waking her up a good hour before the alarm went off. Today was Friday, her day “off,” meaning it was just a day spent doing chores and hanging out with Ezra. It all felt like a chore these days. She’d started showing at only four months, which wasn’t the case with her last four pregnancies, especially compared with Elias. She remembered wondering if she was pregnant at all up until eight months hit. Penny felt like she was ballooning more with each day. Her feet ached when she walked and sweeping and bending at the bakery were no longer tasks she could accomplish on her own, but the family needed the money.
She knelt next to the toilet bowl and heaved up what was left of last night’s dinner, tasting acidic pesto and chunks of pasta. Penny spat the remains into the toilet and flushed. She washed her hands and face and brushed her teeth thoroughly. The taste lingered, so she gargled with Jack’s mouthwash before heading back to bed.
Jack groaned and opened his eyes. “You alright?” he mumbled, half asleep.
“Mm-hmm,” Penny replied, trying to find her voice and force it through her raw throat. “Just morning sickness.”
“Still?” Jack was amazed it was still going on. Penny was a trooper, but enough was enough.
Penny shrugged. “I thought it would’ve gone by now…”
“We should go for another check up. What if-”
“I’m fine,” Penny insisted, “We’ve got another ultrasound in a couple of weeks. We’ll know for sure by then if everything is on track.”
Jack shot her a worried look but said nothing. He turned to her swelling stomach and placed his hand above her belly button. “Have you thought of any more names?” he asked, staring intently at what would soon be two daughters.
“I can’t decide. What about Emmeline and Eugenia?”
“Nah, too long,” Jack replied, “What about Eileen and Elena?”
Penny cocked her head to one side, “Mmm…”
She was interrupted by horrible bawling that came from their daughters’ room across the hall. Both Penny and Jack jumped out of bed and rushed to the room, where they found a pale-faced Esther sitting up in bed, crying and gasping for air. She had thrown up all over her bed sheets. Her older sister, Edith, looked shocked as she tried to comfort Esther, rubbing her back and whispering that it would be okay. “Mommy!” Esther meekly cried out.
“Esther, oh my gosh, what’s wrong?!” Penny exclaimed. She felt the shivering girl’s forehead. It was clammy and feverish. “You’ve got a fever, sweetpea. Don’t worry, we’ll get you cleaned up.” Penny peeled the sheets back and stripped her daughter’s bed while Jack carried the eight-year-old into the ensuite and ran her a bath.
“She said she felt sick last night. I didn’t think she’d end up puking,” Edith sighed.
“It’s okay, love. It’s not your fault your sister’s not feeling well. I’m at home with Ezra today, so it’s not a big deal to keep her at home.” Penny smiled at her oldest daughter and went in for a hug, “Edie, you’re turning into such a responsible girl.”
Edith could feel her mother’s pregnant belly press against her, like her two baby sisters were giving her a hug as well. She wondered if she would have a large family of her own when she grew up. “I love you, Mom,” Edith said.
Elias peeked into his sisters’ room, instantly realizing what had happened. He made a disgusted face, “Gross. I’m heading to school, Mom. Willis said he’d help me with my metal shop project…”
“Have a good day, Eli,” Penny called.
Jack helped his daughter out of her clothes and ran her a bath. “Looks like you get to stay home today with Mom,” he tried to shine some light onto her predicament.
Esther didn’t feel like smiling. She wiped the tears from her face.
“Don’t worry, honey, you’ll feel better once you get cleaned up and back into bed with some fresh sheets. He kissed her forehead, which was still burning hot, “I’ll leave the bathroom door open. Just shout if you need anything.”
Esther nodded. She was hot and shivering at the same time. Her stomach hurt so much she started crying again. “Daddy…” she weakly called, feeling hot tears drip down her pale face.
Jack rushed in, “What do you need, sweetie?”
“Daddy my tummy hurts…” Esther warned. She closed her eyes and clutched her stomach, trying to ground herself and fend off the wave of nausea.
“Do you need to throw up again?” Jack asked.
Before Esther had the chance to answer, she vomited over the side of the tub, covering the floor in watery, acidic bile. Esther’s eyes widened in fear and she began to wail again.
“It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay,” Jack tried to comfort his daughter. “Let’s put on some new pajamas and see if your mom’s finished making the bed.
“Am I g-gonna d-die?” Esther sobbed.
Jack tried not to laugh at his daughter’s obvious fear. “Of course not! You’ve just got the flu, sweetie.”
Esther stood up and her dad wrapped her in a large towel, carrying her back to bed.
Edith and Penny had finished remaking Esther’s bed. Crisp, pink sheets covered the single mattress along with a new comforter. “Are you feeling a little better, sweetpea?” Penny asked.
Esther shook her head.
“She was sick again,” Jack confessed, laying Esther down in her bed.
Penny sighed and handed their daughter a clean nightie.
“Mom…” Edith started, “I don’t feel so well either.” She sat down on her own bed, closed her eyes, and held her head in her hands.
Penny looked to her other daughter, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. Edith’s skin was looking paler than usual. “Are you going to throw up?” Penny asked.
Edith opened her eyes, looking worried. She charged off to the bathroom.
Jack took a deep breath. “I’m going to check on Edie and clean up Esther’s sick. Are you going to be okay looking after all of them or-”
Penny was already overwhelmed with Ezra. The day had barely begun and she already felt burnt out and useless. There was no way she could ask Jack to help. They needed the money so badly now. “Don’t stay. We need the-”
“Penny, I don’t want you to overexert yourself, especially with the babies…”
“I’m fine,” Penny insisted.
“If this is about money, there’s always a way.”
“I’m fine, Jack.” She gave him her bravest face. “I’m going to check on Ezra.”
Jack sighed heavily, trying to shrug off his worries about Penny overworking herself and having another kid like Ezra. He also knew that missing time at work would eventually lead to defaulting on mortgage or credit card payments, a realistic fear Jack could never communicate to his wife.
Jack pushed open the door to the bathroom, revealing his almost twelve year old daughter kneeling next to the toilet. He knelt next to her and rubbed her back. “Edith, are you still feeling sick?”
She nodded and heaved again.
“I’ve got to clean up this mess before work-”
“Ezra is sick too,” Penny said, creeping in behind her husband. “Jack, you’re going to be late. Go have your shower and I’ll clean up.”
Jack wanted to help, but his wife was right - he had to go to work. He quickly showered, shaved, and put on his poorly cared for suit. He gave Edith, who was still clinging to the toilet, a kiss on the head. “Feel better, Edie.”
Penny was down on her hands and knees still mopping up Esther’s vomit. “Bye, hon,” Penny tried to smile. Her back ached from kneeling down.
Jack felt nothing but regret as he kissed his wife goodbye.
A few hours later, the girls were asleep in their room and all was finally cleaned up. Penny was with Ezra, trying to get him to take some medicine. “Come on, Ez. Be a big boy and open your mouth-” she attempted to spoon feed him some medicine, but he turned away. There were tears in his eyes and he cried out. “Please Ezra…” Penny was beginning to lose her patience. She took a deep breath and put down the spoon. She didn’t like to force Ezra to eat and drink and take medicine. Even the tube in his stomach made her feel like she was failing as a mother. Everything was her fault, including his condition. If she hadn’t fallen down the stairs that day, maybe he would’ve been okay? She wiped Ezra’s tears away with her thumb and kissed him on the forehead. “I’m sorry, Ez. But you need to take your medicine. I promise it’ll make you feel better.” She injected the medicine into his feeding tube. It made her feel like a monster.
Ezra screamed and flailed his arms in defense.
Penny tried to hold back, but felt herself break down a little. She choked back her tears. “I’m sorry…” she whispered and squeezed his hand.
Ezra let out another piercing yelp.
Penny couldn’t bear to sit there for another moment. She was sure she was losing it. She walked downstairs and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Penny stared at the half empty bottle of vodka sitting on the counter. She considered it for a brief moment, before reminding herself of the harm she could potentially do to her unborn daughters. Penny gritted her teeth, wishing so desperately that she could have another drink, just this once. Just for a moment… She downed the orange juice and poured herself a glass of water.
“Mommy!” Esther shouted.
Penny sighed, finishing her second drink. “Coming, sweetpea.” She took another longing look at the vodka before heading back upstairs.
“Mommy! I want something to drink!” Esther whined, her mother barely setting foot into the girls’ room.
“Me too,” Edith admitted.
“How about I make you two some lunch as well? I have to feed Ezra soon…” Penny suggested, already feeling like she needed to use the bathroom. The water and juice seemed to have gone right through her.
“I just want juice,” Esther complained.
“Edith, are you ready for lunch?”
The older of the two girls shrugged. “I can wait.”
“Girls, you should both try and eat something,” Penny warned them, “I’ll go get you both a drink and then I’ve got to feed your brother. After that, maybe I’ll make you some chicken soup.”
“I don’t want any food!” Esther whined.
Penny sighed and went back downstairs to grab Ezra’s food and drinks for the girls. The carton of orange juice was completely gone after filling two full glasses for Edith and Esther. Penny checked her watch, wondering if she’d have time for a quick pee before feeding Ezra. She walked back upstairs, carefully as to not disturb her bladder and set the glasses of juice on the nightstand between Edith and Esther’s beds.
“Can I have water instead, Mom?” Edith asked.
Penny winced. “Sure,” she replied.
“Mommy, can I have both glasses of juice?” Esther asked.
“That’s a lot of sugar, Esther…” Penny warned.
“Please? It makes me feel better.”
“Okay,” Penny gave in and headed back downstairs. With each step, she could feel herself growing more desperate. She squeezed her thighs together and took a deep breath. Only a few minutes more… she just had to feed Ezra. She quickly poured a glass of water for Edith and hurried back upstairs. The faster she went, the more uncomfortable she got. Penny bit her lip and held tighter. She adjusted herself and gave Edith the cup. “I have go feed your brother now and then I’ll start lunch for you two, okay?”
Esther was downing orange juice and was occupied enough to disregard her mother’s insistence on the girls eating real food.
Penny walked down the hall, her bladder begging for release. Ezra’s schedule was more important, though. She could hold it for a little longer, just until he was fed. She pressed on her crotch and went into her son’s room. “I’m back, Ez. It’s lunch time!” she tried so hard to have some pep in her voice. She sat down next to him, legs shaking. “God I have to pee,” she admitted, “I think your little sisters are kicking me in the bladder.”
Ezra groggily stared at his mother in response.
“Let’s hurry this up,” she said, administering the syringe full of liquid food into Ezra’s feeding tube. “I hope this is more delicious than it looks.” Penny crossed her legs, trying to hold in whatever dignity she had left. Feeding Ezra seemed to take hours. Penny checked her watch as she administered the last of her son’s food. It had only been a few minutes.
Penny wiped the drool from her son’s mouth. “I hope you had a nice lunch, Ez… I wish feeding Edith and Esther was this easy.”
“Mommy!” Esther shouted, “Mommy I’m hungry!”
Penny sighed. “I’m starting lunch right now,” she yelled back. She slowly got up from her chair, pressing gently on her urethra through her gray leggings and made her way back downstairs to the kitchen. Soup would only take a few minutes. She could make it.
Penny turned on the stove and scraped out the canned chicken noodle soup, slowly adding water as it came to a boil. She turned up the heat, hoping everything would speed up. She crossed her legs and bounced in place, hoping to stop herself from leaking into the obvious gray leggings. The soup was slowly coming to a boil. Only a few more minutes…
Penny felt herself leak into her underwear, immediately shoving her hand down her leggings to plug herself. She groaned and squeezed tighter.
“Mommy I’m so hungry!” Esther shouted.
“It’s coming, sweetpea!” Penny replied, feeling another leak soak her hand. The soup was finally boiling. She haphazardly poured the soup into two bowls, dropping a couple of ice cubes into each. Penny squeezed her legs together, crossing and uncrossing them once more. She just had to make it upstairs… Her knees rubbed together as she carried the two bowls of soup, but the hold wasn’t going to work for much longer. Penny took a few steps, but when she got to the landing, she felt another pang of desperation and felt herself leak more into her panties. She gasped and adjusted herself. Not… Much… Further…
Penny made it to the girls room, shaking with desperation. “H-here you go…” she placed each bowl of soup on the nightstand.
“Thanks Mom,” Edith smiled.
Esther said nothing, shoveling the noodles and chicken stock into her hungry mouth.
“You’re very welcome,” Penny replied, weakly waddling down the hall to the ensuite bathroom. She held herself, feeling how wet her leggings already were. Her body was shaking as she took down her leggings and soaked panties and finally sat down, releasing a harsh stream of urine. She let out a deep sigh; her first moment of peace since she’d woken up this morning. It was sheer bliss for those seconds she let loose, until she opened her eyes and saw the spots of blood on her underwear. Penny’s heart began to race with fear. She felt sick. The babies… She felt like she was going to faint. She got up, washed her hands, and ran downstairs to the phone, calling Jack’s direct line.
“Jack… you need to come home, the babies…” she couldn’t muster anymore words before breaking down into tears. She could hear crying behind her, and turned to reveal Esther, whose new nightie was covered in sick, and Edith who was holding her little sister’s hand.
“M-mom? Esther got sick again…” Edith explained, suddenly shocked by her mother’s emotional condition. “Are… are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Penny lied, taking a seat at the kitchen table for fear she wouldn’t be able to stand much longer. “Dad’s coming home from work… we need to go to the hospital.”
“I’m dying!” Esther wailed.
Penny shook her head, choking back more tears. “N-no, it’s your baby sisters… I think there’s something wrong.” Penny buried her head in her hands and let the tears drip down onto the kitchen table.
Edith put her hand on her mother’s shoulder, “Don’t worry Mom. I can stay with Esther and get her cleaned up. I can even look after Ezra while you and Dad are gone.” Edith took her sister’s hand and they went back upstairs to their room.
Penny lay on the examination bed, her pregnant stomach exposed as Dr. Lawrence checked for a heartbeat. She tried not to cry or show fear, but her face was very telling. Jack held her hand, but had no idea how to console her until they heard for sure that their daughters would be alright.
Dr. Lawrence gave Penny a half smile. “Looks like we have a heartbeat…”
“What about the second twin?” Penny asked, heart racing.
Dr. Lawrence looked concerned, moving the ultrasound transducer and staring up at the screen. She took a few minutes before saying, “Both babies seem fine, both have a heartbeat. I want you two to come back in a couple of weeks just to be safe. Sometimes spotting can be from a cervical polyp, intercourse, or exercise, which is probably the case here. Penny, I want you to take it easy for the next week or so.”
“I… I have four other children and one who needs near constant care,” Penny protested.
“It’s not the doctor’s fault we have other children to care for,” Jack told his wife, “We’ll get help. I can stay home. I need you to take some well deserved time off to relax.”
Penny gave him an angry stare. She was starting to feel useless.
When they arrived home, Jack and Penny came in to see all four of their children waiting at the dinner table in anticipation. Elias had returned from school and had helped his brother into his wheelchair. The girls were dressed and looking much better. “Mom, Dad… What happened?” Elias asked, “Is everything okay with the twins?”
Jack nodded. “Everything is fine. Your mother just had a bit of a scare and will need her rest for the next few weeks. She’ll be taking maternity leave as of Monday. You kids will have to help her out a little more around the house.”
“I can get a job,” Elias said, “Willis said I can work nights at the Video Barn.”
“Son, you’re welcome to get a job at any point, but your mother will need you at home. And we’d prefer the money you earn stays with you. We just need you kids to be a little more responsible for yourselves for the next little while.”
Penny weakly smiled. “And you’re all old enough now, and so responsible. Everything will be fine.” She took the sonogram picture out of her pocket and placed it in the centre of the table, placing her hands lovingly on her belly. “These are your sisters.”
The four siblings looked down at the black and white picture in awe.
“And we’ve decided on names,” Penny told them, shining with delight, “Your sisters will be named Erin and Erica.”
Thanks for reading and voting! Looks like Erin (Baby A) and Erica (Baby B) won by a landslide. -Morgan |
It's been a while since I've updated this. Life kind of got in the way but I felt like updating again if anyone is still reading. This one was based off of a suggestion by Manowar (I think?). I may update with another chapter or two if anyone is interested and I have time to write more. Still open to suggestions for stories as always. Thanks for reading! - Morgan
CHAPTER 9: MOMMY’S GIRL
“Mommy we have to go right now!” Esther shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
“Esther, you know your mother doesn’t need any added stress right now. The babies have only a month to go before they’re ready…” Jack tried to reason with his daughter, but Esther wasn’t listening. He sighed as he injected another meal into Ezra’s feeding tube. The boy was drowsily seated on his father’s lap, staring into space.
“We’re going to be late! This is the most important dance of the year! And what if the people from the Solomon Centre are there? What if they don’t pick me to join their company just because I’m late?!”
“Ess, please try and calm down,” Jack replied. “Come here,” he beckoned, straightening her tutu and fixing her hair. “I’m sorry I can’t come watch you, pumpkin.”
Esther shrugged, pretending it didn’t bother her. She felt a pit in her stomach and suddenly felt like bursting into tears.
“I have to be here for your brother this time, but I promise I’ll be there for your next one.” Jack regretted saying anything at all. He could see the tears in his daughter’s eyes.
Esther put her head on her dad’s shoulder and tried not to be envious of the attention Ezra got due to his disability.
Jack held his youngest children closer and kissed the top of Esther’s head. “It’s okay, pumpkin,” he said to her, spying his wife slowly heading down the stairs, “now go break a leg for your old dad.”
Esther broke away and smiled half-heartedly. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“Esther, sweet pea, do you need to use the bathroom before we go?” Penny asked. Though Esther had been potty trained for more than six years with hardly any accidents, she had been neglecting going to the bathroom at opportune times. She had also had several accidents since Penny found out about the twins. Penny was worried about her daughter, and hoped that constant reminders would help the nearly-nine-year-old avoid embarrassment.
Esther glared at her mother. “No!”
“I’m just making sure, sweet pea. We wouldn’t want a repeat of last time-”
“I don’t have to go to the bathroom!” Esther exclaimed, “Let’s go let’s go let’s go!”
Esther buckled herself into the car and took a long drink from her water bottle. It was hot in the car, and she knew she would need to hydrate before the performance.
“Are you excited, Ess?” Penny asked.
Esther crossed her legs. “I guess,” she mumbled, bouncing her crossed legs in time to the beat on the radio.
“You guess? I thought this was the biggest show of the year,” Penny pried.
Esther uncrossed her legs and kept bouncing. Her knees pressed together, dainty and slight in her tights. “Yeah,” Esther replied. Her mind was elsewhere.
“If you’re nervous, just take deep breaths. You’ll do great, sweet pea. You’re always great.”
Esther took another sip of her water, which she instantly regretted. She already had to pee but she couldn’t let her mother win this one. Esther stopped bouncing and shuffled back in her seat, squeezing her legs together. It was going to be okay; Esther could see the dance studio just meters away. She tried not to think about her bladder, but as they got closer, she felt more and more desperate. Esther put her hand in her lap, trying to disguise the hold as a nervous stomach ache.
The car came to a halt and Esther felt her bladder spasm. She winced as some of her pee escaped, soaking her panties and probably her leotard (she was too afraid to check). Esther crossed her legs again, uncontrollably wiggling to keep herself from getting any wetter.
“Now Esther, before you go directly to your class, can we hit the bathroom?”
“I, um, I don’t…”
“Esther, I want you to try. You look like you’re about to burst.”
“No, really, I don’t have to-”
“Esther, you need to try. This isn’t an option,” Penny demanded, grabbing her daughter’s hand and bringing her to the one family bathroom. She helped her wiggling little girl remove her leotard before forcing her to sit at the toilet.
“I don’t want to do this!” whined Esther, who sat on the cold toilet, scraping her feet together. She was going to keep holding it until she could either have some privacy or be at home where she felt comfortable.
“Esther, if you can’t go to the bathroom like a big girl, maybe we will have to invest in some diapers. You can’t be in fourth grade and be peeing your pants every day. It’s just not normal.”
“Mommy I don’t have to go!” Esther swore, “I don’t have to go pee-pee.”
Penny hadn’t heard her daughter use such babyish words in a long time. “Well, if you really don’t need to go, I’m going to go before the show. Your sisters really make it hard for me to hold it…” Penny stopped herself before giving her young daughter too much information.
The second Penny took her seat in the audience, she could feel her bladder swell again. The twins weren’t making her life easy at the moment. She squeezed her thighs and wondered if she could make it through the whole show. Thankfully, Esther’s group was the first to perform… perhaps when they were done, she could go for another pee? Penny cursed herself for even coming down to the show. She tapped her foot as the lights dimmed and Esther’s dance teacher, Miss Ksenia, introduced her youngest group of dancers.
As the girls paraded on stage, Penny couldn’t help but notice Esther holding her crotch and squeezing her knees together whatever chance she got. Her legs were shaky and her dancing was off. She definitely needed to go, and badly. Penny felt instantly terrible. Had she made going to the bathroom uncomfortable? She crossed one leg over the other and adjusted her skirt, continuing to tap one foot for feigned control. Penny gritted her teeth and gripped the side of the plastic chair she was sitting in. She was glad it was dark in the gym and nobody could see how desperate she was.
On stage, Esther was having trouble holding on. Her right hand was arched above her head, and as she attempted to spin, she wadded her already wet leggings up in her crotch. It helped a bit to keep the fabric tight, but her pee was coming, no matter how she tried to hold it in. She no longer cared if the audience knew she had to go, squeezing her knees together and hopping from foot to foot. She pretended it was part of a solo.
The other girls took turns looking at her, confused and angry that she was ruining their dance.
“You’re not dancing right. You’re going to ruin our score!”
“You’re not even good enough for this group.”
“Why didn’t you just go to the bathroom, Esther?!”
“You’re gonna pee your pants in front of all the judges from the Solomon Centre and they’re never going to want you.”
Esther closed her eyes and tried to ignore the taunts… but they were right. Why didn’t she just go pee?
Penny’s had made its way to her quivering crotch. She felt dampness and was unsure if it was urine or…
She closed her eyes for a moment and thought about how much Jack would’ve enjoyed this moment. Gently, she rubbed the wet spot on her dark pregnancy jeans before desperately jamming her fingers in to help with the hold. She shivered, not knowing whether she enjoyed the discomfort or if she had just sexualized it because of Jack’s fetish. Penny let out a short burst of urine. Her time was nearly up; she would have to get to the bathroom before the lights came back on. She held tighter and tried to watch the end of Esther’s routine. The girl was barely moving at this point. She just stood there, vibrating in the centre of the stage, holding herself with both hands. As the music stopped, she just stood there with wide eyes and began to pee herself. Esther gasped, looking fearfully at the audience before running off stage in tears. Penny pressed on her crotch and suppressed a groan as she got up from her seat and went after her daughter.
Penny pushed open the door to the ladies’ bathroom, where Esther sat on the floor, crying in her damp clothes.
“Sweet pea, are you-”
“Go away!” Esther wailed.
“Essie, it’s okay. It was just an accident. I’m sorry I tried to make you go…” Penny attempted to repent for what was likely terrible parenting.
“Mommy, I’m sorry…” Esther sniffled.
“No, sweet pea. It’s going to be okay.”
“Please don’t make me wear diapers,” Esther begged.
Penny wrapped her arms around her tearful daughter. “If you need diapers for what happened, I guess I do too…”
Esther gasped as she discovered the growing wet spot on her mother’s jeans.
“Everyone has accidents,” Penny said with a smile, “Let’s go home.”
The two of them climbed back into the car, sitting on a couple of towels Penny had left in the car after her near accident months ago.
“Mommy, why did you pee your pants?” Esther asked, during the drive home.
“Sometimes when you’re pregnant, you have a hard time controlling your bladder. And with the babies in there, everything gets a little… squished.”
“Oh,” Esther said.
“Why didn’t you go to the bathroom when I asked you to?” Penny replied.
Esther shrugged.
“You knew you had to go, didn’t you?”
Esther looked at her feet and uncomfortably nodded.
“Were you scared to? You don’t need to be scared of using the public bathrooms. They’re not the cleanest, but still better than peeing your pants.”
Esther shrugged again.
“Well, what is it, sweet pea? Do you need me and Daddy to help you remember to go?”
Tears welled up in Esther’s eyes and she began to sob.
Penny pulled over to the side of the road. She unbuckled herself and gave her daughter a big hug as Esther continued to sob. When the little girl was finished having a cry, Penny tried again. “Essie, what’s going on?”
“I-I’m scared that once the babies come, y-you won’t love me anymore!” Esther admitted, starting to cry again.
“Esther!” Penny exclaimed, suddenly feeling horrible. She held her daughter closer and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Oh Esther, I will love you forever. And I will love your baby sisters just like I love you and Ezra and Edith and Elias. I will never love any of you any less; I promise you, okay?”
“Okay,” Esther replied, wiping the tears from her eyes, “Oh. Mom?”
“Yes, sweet pea?”
“I have to go to the bathroom again.” |
This took a bit longer to write than expected - I revised it a few times, adding ideas to it. I started writing it months ago and left it unfinished, due to writers block. It has suggestions from bluewetter, manowar, and Dealer featured but maybe not as they had originally been suggested. Currently working on suggestions, but feel free to soot me more suggestions for future chapters. Thanks for reading!
CHAPTER 10: AMUSEMENT PARK
“Have fun at the book club,” Jack grinned, not believing his words were possible. “Want me to bring you a candy apple?”
Penny rolled her eyes, “Those things are repulsive.”
“Tell that to the kids…”
“Daddy, can I have a candy apple?” Esther asked, “And also the candy apple you were gonna get for Mommy?”
“No candy apples!” Penny warned. “Do you remember last year, Esther?”
The eight-year-old shut her mouth instantly, remembering the whirlwind of hot puke she had spewed onto her new sparkly dress after eating way too much junk food.
“I promise,” Jack replied. He was excited to have a bit of fun with Elias, Edith, and Esther for an evening while Penny and Ezra went to the book club, which was really just a disguised support group for parents of disabled children. It was the last weekend the fair would be up and running before winter and Jack had a hankering to ride the rollercoaster. On their way, they picked up Willis, Ruthie, and Annie.
Elias and his best friend sat in the middle of the van, ranking girls in their grade as hot or not. “I’m pretty sure Frankie is the hottest chick ever,” Elias swooned.
“Kiana was so hot… until she left me for that jerkoff,” Willis moaned.
Ruthie, eavesdropping, angrily stared at them from the back seat, “That’s my brother. He gets whatever he wants. And Frankie Ambrose is a total slut; I should know. She dated my brother and then left him for some freak at another school.”
“Whatever,” Willis sighed, not even turning to face her. He had been less than enthused with most social situations ever since Kiana had left him.
“Frankie Ambrose left him because he cheated on her,” Elias whispered, “I hear she’s single.”
Willis’s eyes widened.
“I’ve also heard she’s coming down to the fair tonight,” Elias continued.
“Ha! You don’t stand a chance!” Ruthie snickered.
Edith gave her friend a glare, “Stop,” she quietly begged. Edith didn’t want to hear Elias’s complaints all evening long about how rude her friends were.
Esther’s shy friend Annie sat with the girls in the back row and remained silent, staring at her feet.
“Daddy, I need to go pee,” Esther whined, wiggling her legs in the front seat.
“We’re almost there, Ess,” Jack replied.
“I have to go right now!” Esther whined.
“Can you hold it for a few minutes, please?”
Esther dug her hand into her crotch and made a face.
“I swear, it’s the next exit,” Jack told his daughter.
Esther was squirming.
“I told you not to have that second soda…” Jack chuckled to himself.
“It’s not funny!” Esther shouted.
Jack tried to suppress his laughter, but continued to grin.
“Daddy stop!”
“I’m not laughing at you, honey,” Jack replied, taking the exit that led to the park.
Esther bit her lip and held herself tightly.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, we’re almost there. Just hold on a little longer.”
Esther tried to focus on her breathing, but it was hard to ignore her desperate urge. She rubbed her feet together and crossed her shaking legs.
When they parked, all the kids got out of the van except Esther, who sat there, trying to keep from peeing her pants. She remembered the conversation she had with her mother not one month ago about her incontinence. Esther felt only shame over her predicament.
Jack opened the passenger side door. “Come on, pumpkin. I thought you needed to go…”
“Daddy…” she whined, pressing hard on her crotch. “I’m gonna pee…”
He undid her seatbelt and helped her out of the van. “You can go right here on the pavement. Nobody’s looking,” Jack told his daughter.
Esther sniffled, knowing she wouldn’t make it much longer and took down her pants and underwear, squatting and letting a stream loose in the parking lot.
Jack handed her a tissue to wipe up with and they headed into the park, nobody noticing the aftermath of Esther’s near accident.
Penny and Ezra were approaching the door of the community centre where the book club was held once monthly. “Oh Ez, Mom has to go again…” Penny whined.
Ezra waved his left hand and squealed in response. Penny wasn’t even sure he understood what she was saying, but felt comfort in telling him of her troubles anyway.
“It’s your little sisters again. I think they just like kicking my bladder.” Penny pushed open the door to be greeted by Melody, the receptionist at Ezra’s physio.
“Penny! You’re looking-”
“About 12 months pregnant?” Penny interrupted with a laugh.
Melody smiled. “I was going to say radiant, but you do look like you need to take a load off. Let me take Ezra to say hi to the other boys.”
“Thanks,” Penny replied, trying to hide her desperation. The twins were definitely kicking her bladder and she wasn’t up to the challenge right now. She darted (as fast as a pregnant woman can) towards the bathroom, but was stopped by Melody’s twin sons, Tyler and Trent. Both young men, who had Down Syndrome, were fascinated by Penny’s belly and they were excited to see another set of twins.
“Are they boys or girls?” asked Trent, smiling down at Penny’s stomach.
“Both girls,” Penny replied patiently. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to keep her panties dry for the evening.
“What are their names?” Tyler, who was two minutes older and wouldn’t let you forget it, asked.
“Erin Kayla and Erica Kelly,” Penny replied, smiling proudly. She put a hand on her stomach, and feeling an instant pang of desperation from her bladder, “I’ll let you boys feel them kick when I get back from the washroom.” Penny squeezed her legs harder and continued sauntering down the hall to the ladies’ room. Her hand found its way to her crotch and she held on tight, hoping to god she wasn’t leaking into another pair of pregnancy jeans. The last thing she wanted to do was throw in another load of laundry.
Penny burst through the door of the first open stall. Her hand had found its way to her pee hole and she was pressing down as hard as she could. With the other hand, she yanked down the elastic jeans and her underwear. The flood gates opened with little mercy and her pee sprayed forcefully over her hand. Some drops made their way to her underwear, but mostly she had made it. Penny sat for a few minutes, making sure she was empty. She sighed and rubbed her belly. “No more bladder kicking antics,” she telepathically told the babies.
“Dad, can me and Willis go see if Frankie and her friends are around?” Elias begged. He knew Willis needed some female attention more than he needed to go on the rollercoaster.
“Go for it, boys. We will meet at the front of the park at nine sharp. Be there, or get left behind,” Jack jokingly warned, watching the teens head off to meet girls. He remembered being fourteen and only thinking about sex. Things hadn’t changed much since those years, but he was glad to have a wife that still satisfied him.
“Daddy, can I have a hotdog?” Esther interrupted her father’s nostalgic trip.
“Of course,” Jack replied, “Annie, are you hungry as well?”
The shy, blonde girl nodded but made no eye contact.
“Do you like hotdogs, Annie?” Esther asked, eyes wide with excitement.
Annie shrugged, “Yeah.”
“Edith and Ruthie, do you two want anything to eat or drink before you head off?” Jack asked his older daughter.
The two twelve-year-olds looked at each other and shrugged. “Maybe just two cherry sodas,” Ruthie said, “Hot dogs are kind of… yuck.”
Edith nodded in agreement. Her little sister’s choice in food was questionable at best, but she could remember loving hotdogs at eight as well. “Oh wow! They have ones in the shape of Hell’s Waterfall!” Edith exclaimed.
Ruthie grinned with excitement. “That ride is so scary. Last year, my brother went on it and got so scared he nearly pooped his pants.”
Edith giggled.
“Three hot dogs, two small cokes, one medium coke, and Two cherry sodas in the Hell’s Waterfall cups please,” Jack said to the counter attendant.
Edith and Ruthie were overjoyed with their giant novelty cups.“Dad, can we go ride the roller coaster?” Edith asked.
“Of course. Just make sure you’re back here by nine,” Jack told them. “...And maybe go easy on that giant soda, Edie.”
Edith wasn’t listening as she skipped off with her best friend.
“Annie, are you going to eat the rest of your hot dog?” Esther asked, eyeing the deliciously greasy snack in her friend’s skinny hands.
Annie shook her head, “I’m too full to eat all of it.”
Esther greedily grabbed the half-eaten mess of ketchup, mustard, and mystery meat and stuffed it in her mouth.
“Now let’s go ride Hell’s Waterfall!” Esther commanded.
Annie gave her friend a look of pure terror.
“What? Are you scared? It looks so fun!”
“C-can we just do the dragon coaster?”
Esther groaned. The dragon coaster was for little kids!
“Ess, if you want someone to go with you on Hell’s Waterfall, I really don’t mind. But first, let’s check out the ride Annie wants to go on,” Jack reasoned with his youngest daughter.
Annie lead the way to her favourite ride.
Penny sat on the old sofa, wondering if any of the other moms would care if she rested her tired, swollen feet on the coffee table. She suddenly felt so tired.
“Penny, would you like a cup of tea? You look like you need it,” Melody said, handing her a fresh cup.
“Yes please. This pregnancy has been so tiring. I’m only six months in and I feel like they’re a month overdue…” Penny suddenly regretted that whole sentence. Melody understood already and didn’t need the details.
“I remember my pregnancy with Trent and Tyler. Oh my god, there were days I swear I didn’t even get out of bed. Thank god I had my husband.”
Penny jolted up, feeling another kick. This time, they weren’t kicking her bladder. “They’re at it again. Probably fighting,” she joked.
Melody put her hand on Penny’s belly, remembering how her boys were. “Twins are so much fun, Penny. I’m so excited for you.”
“I’m excited to have them out in the world…” Penny felt her bladder filling again as she took a long sip of her tea. “I have to pee again and I feel like I just got back from the bathroom.”
Melody grinned. “It’s okay. That was most of my pregnancy as well.”
Penny took another sip before heading back to the bathroom.
“I dare you to go over there and ask her out,” Elias taunted his best friend.
“She won’t want to be with me anyway. She dated that jerk Chuck Colborne!” Willis whined.
“What if I ask her out for you?”
“No, that’s okay.”
“Come on, Willis! I’m so sick of you being all mopey and emo.” Elias rolled his eyes. “Kiana was super lame anyway. She didn’t even like video games. At least Frankie plays Halo.”
Willis perked up at the notion of a girl playing Halo.
“Go on then, go over there and ask her out!” Elias begged.
“If it’s so easy, you do it.”
Elias groaned and marched over to Frankie Ambrose and her gaggle of girlfriends.
Willis nervously stood there, watching is best friend talk with ease to the hottest girl in school. Elias pointed to him, grinning with excitement, but Frankie did not look impressed. Willis watched in awe as Frankie Ambrose grabbed Elias’s hand dragged him over to where Willis was standing.
“I’m going to the haunted house,” Frankie said. “It’s super lame, but you guys can come with.”
Elias shrugged. She was still holding his hand, so he didn’t have much of a choice. With the other hand, Frankie took Willis and the three headed off to the haunted house, leaving the rest of her friends behind.
Once inside the haunted house, Willis wandered around in the dark, looking at himself in the fun house mirrors. He wasn’t that ugly, was he? He kept walking. Maybe he just wasn’t interesting? Willis turned around to find Elias and Frankie sharing a quick kiss. Willis stormed off towards the exit.
Edith and Ruthie had just gotten off the roller coaster and picked up their giant drinks. “I think I need to wait before doing another rollercoaster,” Ruthie admitted, “I don’t feel too great.”
Edith nodded, though she felt completely fine. “Have some more cherry soda,” Edith offered.
“Maybe we can go on a different kind of ride,” Ruthie suggested, taking a long drink.
“Bumper cars?”
Ruthie nodded, breathing deeply as they slowly made their way to the bumper cars, which always had a giant line. “I feel a lot better,” Ruthie said, “this line is really long though…”
“Yeah, usually it doesn’t take too long to get on ‘cause there are so many cars,” Edith reassured her friend. She took another sip of her soda and marveled at the lights for a few minutes.
“I want that black Batman car,” Ruthie pointed to a knockoff Batmobile.
Edith looked around at all the different vehicles, eying the one that was situated near the Batmobile. “I like the purple one with the sparkly flames! ...but any of them are fine I guess.” Edith rarely got the car she wanted; a lot of other kids seemed to really like the fiery purple sparkle car.
The ride ended quickly and the line moved up. Edith and Ruthie were very excited as they moved to the very front of the line. This was a first for Edith - perhaps they would have their first pick.
A bell sounded and the ride began, cars bumping into one another at slow electric speeds. Edith was excited, until she felt a sudden and desperate urge to pee. She crossed her legs and tried not to bounce.
Ruthie took another sip of her drink and suddenly looked a little worried. “Oh man… shouldn’t have drank all that soda,” she mumbled.
“We can go after the ride,” Edith replied, “There’s a bathroom right over there.” She pointed to a small building only a few meters away.
Ruthie nodded and reassured herself saying, “I can hold it.”
Edith squirmed and crossed the opposite leg. She hoped she could hold it too; thankfully, sitting down usually made holding it a little easier.
The bell rang and the ride ended. Edith and Ruthie set down their nearly empty drinks and awkwardly ran towards their favourite cars. Ruthie’s legs were shaking as she pressed her thighs together. Edith pressed on her privates with one hand and held the steering wheel with the other. Neither of the girls were enjoying themselves.
“I have to go so bad,” Ruthie moaned, bouncing her left leg.
“You can hold it,” Edith tried to reassure her friend. She was losing the battle as well, trying to plug herself through her underwear.
The bell rang and the ride began. A boy with curly, black hair immediately bumped into Edith’s car and she felt herself leak from the shock. She bumped the boy back, trying hard to keep the rest of her pee at bay, but she could feel her soaking panties grow damper.
Ruthie shot her friend a worried look as she stopped her car and winced, holding herself with both hands, fingers curling inward to hold as tightly as possible. Ruthie didn’t look like she was going to make it either.
The bell rang again and the ride stopped. Both girls hurriedly grabbed their cups and headed to the bathroom.
“My bladder is so full!” Ruthie complained, “I don’t think I can make it.”
“We can try and run,” Edith suggested, knowing full well that neither of them could run.
Ruthie shook her head and stopped. Her legs were twisted together like the braided bark of a bonsai tree. She pulled up her skirt, revealing her pink panties, which were stained fuschia from where she had lost control. Ruthie pulled her panties tight against herself, letting down her skirt again. The girls slowly made their way to the bathroom, not saying a word.
When they finally made it to the ladies room, it was blocked off by a garbage can and a maintenance sign that read “out of order.”
Edith gasped. She could’ve cried. “I...I think there is another bathroom over that way…” she pointed towards the ferris wheel on the other side of the park.
Ruthie shook her head. “I can’t make it!” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I have to go to the bathroom right now!” She jammed her hand in her crotch, placing her giant cup on the ground.
Edith’s situation wasn’t much better. She was slowly leaking into her already soaked panties. Suddenly, it struck her. “I know what to do,” she told Ruthie. She opened the lid of her giant cup, hiked up her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Edith placed the cup over her privates and began to relieve herself. She sighed deeply.
Ruthie shook her head. “I can’t…” She couldn’t uncross her legs without leaking. The pressure on her bladder was almost unbearable and she couldn’t hold it much longer.
“Just a second, I’m going to help you do it.” Edith was undoing the lid of Ruthie’s cup.
Ruthie gritted her teeth, trying to hold on. Her whole body trembled from trying to hold it all in. Edith slid the cup over to her friend, who tried unsuccessfully to pull her panties down. Ruthie began to sob as she flooded her underwear and part of her skirt.
“It’s okay,” Edith said, “it was just an accident.”
Penny returned from the bathroom again, seeing that her spot on the couch next to Melody was still vacant. The other mothers were courteous like that. “Sorry for interrupting - the twins seem to be making a game out of kicking my bladder,” Penny joked.
“We haven’t even started yet!” Karen, the leader of the book club/support group replied, “We thought we’d wait for you, Penny. But now that we’re all here, did anyone get time to read ‘Fall On Your Knees’ this month?”
There were laughs from within the group. Penny herself smiled. She hadn’t even had a moment to go to the book store and find a copy. There were a few mothers who had the chance to read, but most of them were busy working and caring for their children.
Karen grinned. “I hope those of you who had a chance to read enjoyed it. It comes recommended by Oprah, so it’s bound to be good. Anyone have any news to share? Any milestones?”
Melody raised her hand. “Trent and Tyler gave an amazing and touching sermon last Sunday. The boys have started helping out with their local youth group, with meal prep and leading games. I’m so proud!” Melody was ecstatic that her boys took such an interest in church, and that they were accepted despite their disability. It made Penny envious that Melody’s sons were verbal and physically able.
“Wow. Can we have some applause for Trent and Tyler? You guys are amazing!” Karen beamed.
Penny finished her tea and gave the twin boys a big thumbs up. She looked over at Ezra, who was sitting in his chair next to the three other non-verbal, physically disabled children. One of them gave a shrill yelp, as if to applaud with the rest of the audience. Penny wondered if he even wanted to be here. This whole thing was for her, not for him.
A few other mothers shared the joys of their autistic children regulating their emotions, kids learning to use their prosthetics, and the fascinating world of child-sized feeding tubes. Penny had nothing new to share about Ezra. He hadn’t changed at all, apart from his stature. He was six years old now and should’ve been in first grade, learning how to read and write and do basic math. But Ezra would never learn any of that. Penny tried not to cry. She told herself it was just pregnancy hormones. She suddenly needed to pee again; one cup of tea was definitely one too many cups.
Karen looked at Penny, “Anything new with Ezra?”
Penny shrugged. “Nothing much. He’s going to be a big brother in a few months. I think he’s excited to meet his little sisters.” She squeezed her thighs together, flexing her kegel muscles.
“And how is the pregnancy going? Have you had all of the tests?” Karen asked, almost morbidly excited to hear if either twin had a genetic condition. Karen’s three daughters were all disabled. Her youngest was born with cerebral palsy, though not as severe as Ezra’s. Her oldest had Aspergers Syndrome, and the middle daughter was deaf. Karen had a bit of a complex, feeling as though she had suffered more than the other mothers, being that all three of her children were disabled.
“Everything seems to be on track and normal,” Penny replied. “We had a bit of a scare a few months ago, but it was just stress.” The pressure in her bladder was building and she was beginning to feel horribly uncomfortable again.
Karen nodded. “Well, congratulations. We’re all so excited for you.”
Penny smiled back, her leg bouncing up and down. She looked towards the bathroom, but just as she was about to get up and go, Melody’s twin boys approached her.
“Can we feel the babies?” they asked in unison.
Penny winced. She had promised them earlier and didn’t like to let them down. “Of course,” she said, crossing her legs tightly. She was trying not to draw attention to her predicament, but it was only a matter of time.
Each of the boys lay their hands on Penny’s stomach and waited to feel something.
“I don’t feel any kicks,” Tyler scoffed.
“Where are the babies?” Trent asked.
“They might be sleeping,” Penny replied, “They don’t kick all the time.” She was very thankful that they were not constantly active. But with that, she felt a violent kick to her bladder.
“Wow, I can feel the babies,” Tyler said to his twin.
Penny gasped, feeling her bladder spasm uncontrollably, unleashing a short stream of urine into her panties and jeans.
Melody’s eyes widened as she saw what had happened. “Oh my goodness, boys, can you let Penny alone for a minute,” she shooed the twins away, whispering to Penny, “let’s try and get you cleaned up in the bathroom.”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so embarrassed,” Penny admitted, trying to dry her wet jeans with paper towel.
“Don’t even worry about it, Pen. It happened to me a few times when I was pregnant. Honestly, don’t let it bother you. I’m not offended.”
“Thanks,” Penny replied, sheepishly. “My youngest daughter has been having so many accidents lately and I’ve really been on her case. I think I deserved this one.”
“I don’t think so,” Melody replied, “You have a pretty good excuse.”
Penny patted herself down one last time with paper towels. “I’m gonna duck out early and head home to change.”
Jack checked his watch as Esther and Annie exited the ferris wheel. “It’s nearly time to head back home, Esther.”
Esther pouted, “Daddy, you said we would go on Hell’s Waterfall!”
“I really don’t wanna go on that,” Annie said, almost inaudibly.
Jack tried to hide his disappointment that his daughter hadn’t forgotten about his promise. The last time he had taken Esther on one of the adult rides, she’d been sick. Penny had blamed the questionable candy apple their daughter had eaten, but Jack was certain it was just motion sickness. “Alright, pumpkin. I’ll go with you. Annie, do you just want to watch or is there another ride you want to go on in this area?”
Annie shrugged. “I, um, I kind of…” Annie crossed her legs.
“There’s a bathroom right there,” Esther pointed to the building next to the ferris wheel. “You can just wait for us at the exit! It won’t even be that long cause this ride is too scary and nobody wants to ride it… except me.” Esther beamed, grabbing her dad’s arm and heading to the entrance of Hell’s Waterfall.
As Jack and Esther stood in line, they watched as the giant bench spun around one way, then the other, eventually plunging into the water and splashing its patrons with dyed red water. Painted red flames adorned the contraption, along with demonic faces that seemed to vomit out more red water. “This is so cool,” Esther whispered.
Jack faked a smile, feeling instant regret as they lined up for the next ride.
A bell rang, and the ride was over. Esther and her dad took seats in the centre of the giant bench. As she buckled herself in, Esther felt her stomach gurgle. She had eaten one too many hot dogs and she winced as her stomach burned with discomfort.
“You okay, Ess?” Jack asked.
She nodded.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to do this-”
“I’m not scared!” Esther shouted, perhaps too loudly. She felt her stomach cramp again, pursing her lips. She tried to ignore her body and so far it was working.
The ride operator pulled down the bar and strapped everyone into their harnessed seats. Esther closed her eyes tightly, hoping the nauseous feeling would go away. She heard the bell ring and the ride began to slowly turn, raising the cabin to its peak position. Esther opened her eyes, looking down on the vast theme park, its lights brightly twinkling like its own peaceful kingdom. Soon, the peaceful moment was over as the ride recklessly spun its guests, gravity clinging to their bodies, forcefully pushing them into their seats. Esther held her breath. She could feel the waves of nausea getting worse. Her stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels as the ride spun. She gripped the bar of the ride, her knuckles turning white.
Jack turned to his daughter, who was turning a concerning shade of green. He held her hand, “You okay?” he managed to bark over the mechanical churning and ambient hum of the park.
Esther shook her head. She could feel the vomit creeping up her esophagus and burning as it made its way to the end of the tunnel. Esther tried to swallow it back down, but there was no use. As the ride began its final plunge into the red coloured waters, Esther threw up all down her shirt.
Penny was exhausted. After getting Ezra changed into his pajamas and putting him to bed, she felt as though she’d spent all day at the gym. She lay down on her bed and closed her eyes for what felt like just a moment, but when she woke up to the sound of Jack and her other children returning home, she realized it had been more like an hour nap. She slowly got up, realizing she was still wearing her wet jeans that smelled vaguely of urine. Penny sighed. The last thing she wanted to do tonight was laundry.
“Mom and Ezra are probably in bed, so please don’t go barging in and bugging them,” Penny heard her husband tell them. For that she was thankful. Penny felt another kick to her bladder and stroked her belly, trying to calm the twins to no avail.
Jack crept into the room slowly, but realized his wife was still awake. “How was the book club?”
Penny cocked her head to one side. “Fine I guess. I never have anything to say, but Melody is always helpful. How was the amusement park? Did you let Esther go on Hell’s Waterfall?” Penny gave her husband a sudden, stern look as she tried to control her bladder.
Jack sheepishly looked down at the bedspread, finally seeing the wet spot on his wife’s jeans out of the corner of his eye. “I did,” he admitted, “And then she managed to puke up her whole dinner. So… I guess we both learned our lesson.”
“I can’t believe you took her on that. She is way too young and you know how she is on those spinning rides!” In her rage, Penny nearly forgot about her urge to pee.
Jack sighed. He knew his wife was right, but he had a hard time denying Esther the things she wanted. “I’m sorry. But she’s fine now. She fell asleep in the car on the way home and I think it probably did her some good. And she’ll know for next time that spinning rides aren’t for her,” Jack reasoned. He reached over, stroking Penny’s thigh from knee to crotch. He could feel the wetness in her panties.
“I… I didn’t make it in time,” Penny whispered, trying to maintain the hold.
Jack began to stroke her crotch, grinning.
“Oh god,” Penny whispered, “I need to…”
“Don’t,” Jack commanded, pulling down the elastic jeans. He pried at the soaked crotch of her underwear and began fingering her.
Penny moaned in both ecstasy and pain. “Oh god, Jack… I can’t hold it!” she moaned.
He began stroking her faster, feeling her muscles contract from the inside and then, all of a sudden, the dam broke and she flooded his hand and their bed sheets. |
CHAPTER 12: TO GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE WE GO (November 2002) (manowar)
“Are we there yet?” Esther moaned from the back seat. Her disabled brother, Ezra, was asleep in his chair and her older siblings, Edith and Elias, were both playing their Gameboys and wanted nothing to do with her.
“It’s only been an hour, sweetpea. We’re only half way to Grandma and Grandpa’s,” replied her mother, Penny. “You can read your book for a bit or colour…”
Esther sighed deeply, “I’m bored! Why do we have to go all the way to Grandma and Grandpa’s anyways?” She looked out the window into the miles and miles of Thanksgiving weekend traffic.
“It won’t be much longer, pumpkin,” her father, Jack, reasoned. “Either way, I need to stop for gas. You can come and stretch your legs if you’d like.”
Esther perked up for a moment as Jack pulled off the highway. Her dad usually got her a treat from the convenience store as well.
Penny sighed. “I’m gonna go for a pee. Anyone else?” Elias and Edith got up from their seats and headed off to the bathrooms.
Esther got out of the car but stayed with her dad. When her mother and siblings were out of sight, she quickly asked, “Daddy, can I have a treat from the store?”
“Of course, pumpkin. But you have to share with your siblings if they find out,” Jack smiled and gave his youngest daughter a five dollar bill that Esther promptly spent on a can of pink cream soda.
“Thanks Daddy,” Esther said, slipping the change back into his pocket.
“Do you need to use the bathroom before we take off? There might not be another chance before we get to Grandma and Grandpa’s…” Jack warned. He knew how Esther could be in these situations, especially given the can of soda she was going to likely drink in the next few minutes.
“Nope, I’m fine,” Esther replied, certain of her predicament.
“Are you sure, Ess? You don’t want to just try?”
Esther rolled her eyes, “Dad!”
Jack sighed. He went inside to pay for the gas and the family headed back to the highway.
Esther downed the cream soda before her siblings even put on their seatbelts. She was crafty at hiding snacks and not having to share. It was a trick she had learned in being a younger sibling and it had served her well in her short life.
Only minutes had gone by before boredom set in and the grey highway mixed with the grey sky made Esther feel as though she were trapped in an infinite bubble of boredom. She tried to colour, but it didn’t hold her attention for more than a few minutes. Reading wasn’t a great idea either, as it made her nauseous. She looked at Ezra, who was still asleep and drooling a bit. She wished she could fall asleep, but the sugar rush from the soda she had just downed was going to prevent that for a while.
“Are we there yet?” Esther moaned.
“We still have nearly an hour left, sweetpea,” Penny reminded her daughter, “Did you want to do a puzzle?”
Esther sighed, “Okay.” She sifted through the activity books that were kept in the netted back pocket of the middle seat. Jack and Penny tried their best to have things for their children to do during car trips. Esther had proven to be the least occupiable of their four (soon to be six) children.
Esther hastily completed the mazes and word searches of her activity book as if quickly finishing them would make them arrive at their destination earlier than anticipated. As Esther worked away, the traffic on the highway slowly impeded their progression. Her attempts to speed up the uneventful journey were fruitless. She put down the colouring book and looked outside again, sighing.
“This is worse than usual,” Penny said to Jack.
“It hasn’t snowed yet this year. Probably all those Black Friday campers waiting for a deal tomorrow morning,” Jack replied.
“How much longer?” Esther moaned.
“Looks like there’s a bit of a traffic jam, sweetpea. Not much longer, though, just two more exit signs and we’ll be there,” Penny replied, trying not to sound annoyed by her daughter’s pestering.
Esther went back to her activity book and started a colour by number page. She was starting to feel uncomfortable. She looked down at the empty soda can she had left in the cup holder and felt instant regret. Esther shifted in her seat. She didn’t have to go that badly. She focused her attention back to the maze. Just two more exits. Just two more! Esther felt the family van creep along the highway slowly, as if it was taunting her. Shouldn’t have gotten that soda! Should’ve gone pee at the gas station! Esther swallowed hard and shifted to the front of the seat. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She could hold it for just two more exits.
The minutes ticked by, feeling like hours as the pressure was building in Esther’s small bladder. She was getting really desperate now, jiggling her legs frantically. Cold sweat had formed on her back. The van had barely moved and she felt like she could lose control at any minute.
Elias turned around and angrily glared at Esther. “Stop kicking the seat! God you’re so annoying!”
Esther stopped jiggling her legs and crossed them, tightly squeezing herself. It wasn’t a great solution, but it was better than the alternative.
Penny turned around, “Elias, don’t treat your sister like that. You can politely ask her to stop.”
Elias sighed and begrudgingly apologized to his desperate little sister.
“Mommy… how much longer?” Esther squeaked.
“Not too much longer. The traffic is letting up just ahead. Are you alright, sweetpea?”
Esther shook her head. “I… I have to go pee…”
“It won’t be too much longer, sweetpea. Can you hold it for just a few more minutes?”
“I don’t know,” Esther admitted. She was at the brink of peeing her pants. The soda had gone right through her and one wrong move could end in wet pants. Esther adjusted her position again, digging her heel into her crotch. This was one of the last tricks she could think of to keep from having an accident. She leaned back in her seat and tried to stay still. The second to last exit sign slowly faded away.
“Just a little longer, pumpkin. Just hold on,” Jack tried to reassure his daughter.
Esther didn’t respond. She had to adjust her position again, leaning forward with thighs pressed together. She hiked up her skirt and pulled her tights and underwear tight to her body, trying to plug herself. Nothing was working, though. A few drops of urine escaped and soaked her underwear. Esther gasped. “Daddy! I have to go pee right now!”
“We’re almost there, Ess, I need you to hang on for just a little longer.”
“Daddy it’s an emergency!” Esther shouted.
“Esther, we’re in the middle of the highway. There is nowhere for you to go pee. Please try and hold it until we get off the highway.”
Esther felt hot tears pour down her cheeks, but she refused to let out a whimper. She tried to hold it, but spurts of urine began to escape from her bursting urethra. She couldn’t hold it anymore and her pee started to seep down her legs, soaking into the carpeted chairs of their family van, forming a pool under her and wetting her skirt.
When Jack finally pulled off the highway, he made a quick pit stop at the nearest gas station. “Okay, Esther. You can use the bathroom now.”
Esther stood up from her seat, her skirt completely soaked through. She began to cry. “I told you it was an emergency!” she wailed.
Edited November 26, 2018 by Morgan91
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Spring Break Agony
Hi there Omorashi this is cyclops320 and I am back with what I hope will be another good story. Since my last story about girls pissing in swimsuits was so well received I figured I’d capitalize on that and create something similar just with a lot more women involved. Before we start I just wanted to give a shout out to all the people that left reviews for my first story. I appreciate all the feedback and I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as the first one. So without further ado lets get into it.
The spring of 2017 in California brought a heat wave that would normally have people enjoying the comforts of their homes. However for the college students that had just been released for spring break, this was a chance to take their minds off their studies and enjoy the beach and the alcohol that came along with it. However, for a certain group of girls this would be a trip full of humiliation and bursting bladders. On the beach of Santa Monica the spring break party was already in full swing. Beer was flowing everywhere and girls in skimpy swimsuits where dancing to the music blasting from the speakers set up along the beach with a DJ to keep the party going all day long. In a nearby parking lot a 2015 red corvette had just pulled in. After finding a spot in the already overflowing lot the occupants began to leave the car more than ready to join the party.
The first of these occupants was 22-year-old Monica Sanchez. Standing at an impressive five foot nine, Monica was a vision of beauty that would turn any mans head. She was an African American woman with double d cup breasts and curves that any women would kill for. The pink G-string bikini she is wearing only emphasized this do to the fact it barley covered her ass and pussy. Turning to the right she saw her friends just getting out of the car and began to grow impatient. Tapping her foot she glared at her friends and said in an annoyed tone, “Come on guys we have to hurry or will miss all the fun.” Rolling their eyes her three friends got out of the car and displayed their bikini clad bodies for the worlds viewing pleasure. The first of this trio was 23-year old Chelsea Smith. Chelsea was a blond young woman clad in a red string bikini that did little to contain her impressive d cup breasts, and next to her where the 25-year-old twins Jessie and Britney. Both girls were dressed in sexy purple thong bikinis that preserved their modesty but at the same time made their asses eye candy for every man on the beach. Putting her hands on her hips, Chelsea sent a mild glare at her best friend and said, “Would you relax Monica its only noon so we have plenty of time to enjoy the beach”. Shaking her head Monica replied, “I know that chelse but look its already insanely busy and I just want us to be able to have a good time without any problems.” Seeing a growing argument Britney chose to intervene at that point by saying, “Speaking of problems don’t you guys think it would be a good idea to visit the lady’s room before we party it was a long drive after all.” Turning to her friend Monica raised an eyebrow and said, “all of us peed before we came hear so having to use the toilet shouldn’t be an issue and if it is you better be prepared to hold it or piss in the ocean because the bathrooms are going to be insane.” Turning to the right she smiled and said, “ enough with the questions were here so let’s party!!” Before they could stop her Monica was already racing towards the beach to get in on the fun. Shaking their heads the three girls decide to fallow her and try to have a good time.
For the next three hours the 4 girls spent their time dancing, flirting with boys, and drinking to their hearts content. However because of the intense heat the girls had consumed just as much water as they did alcohol and now that liquid was starting to make its presence known. The first to feel the call of nature was Monica who after spending the last two hours drinking and dancing was finally relaxing in a lounge chair near the water. At first the need to pee was only a dull ache that was easy to ignore but after consuming three beers and two water bottles in the past hour alone, her bladder was starting to demand that she go to the bathroom. Grabbing her bikini clad pussy; Monica bit her lip and tried to keep her mind off the piss that was trying to force its way out of her pee hole. For the next five minutes she did her best to ignore her bladder but that effort went out the window when she saw her friends making their way over to her with hands buried in their pussies and agonized looks on their faces. Wincing, Monica stood up and said to her friends, “Let me guess you guys drank to much and now you have to pee really badly.” Nodding, Chelsea looked at her friend and said, “ I’m sorry Monica but that beer went right through us and we can’t find the bathrooms.” Sighing, Monica rolled her eyes and said, “Well its luck for you guys that I have to pee really badly as well so lets find the toilet and get it over with okay?” Nodding the four friends set off to find the bathroom and relieve their aching bladders.
After taking several agonizing steps across the beach one of which caused Britney to lose a spurt in her bikini, the four friends had finally located the restroom. However to their horror a huge line of bikini clad women had built up waiting to use the toilet. Practically all the women in line where the same age as the girls and all of them where furiously pee dancing demanding to be let in to use the toilet. Groaning at having to wait the four friends stood in line behind a women clad in a white bikini who looked like she was going to piss herself at any moment. For the next 10 minutes the girls stood in line hoping it would move quickly so they could pee.
Twenty minutes later, the line had not moved an inch and all four girls where rubbing their pussies in agony, practically shouting at the women ahead of them to hurry up. Eyes wide with panic, Monica was doing her best to keep the flood at bay but it only became harder when a spurt escaped her aching pussy and soiled her bikini bottoms. Realizing that she didn’t have long before she would piss herself she began looking around for any place to pee. Turning to her right she saw that the men’s bathroom was almost completely empty. At first she was disgusted with herself for thinking such a thing but her pee hole was ready to release all its contents right then and their and she would be dammed before she peed herself in front of all these people. Making up her mind Monica raced for the men’s room while doing her best to keep all her pee in her pussy. Throwing the door open she realized their wasn’t time to make it to a stall so she shed her bikini bottoms and raced for the urinal. With pee leaking out of her she pointed her ass at the urinal and let everything go. With nothing to hold her back a huge stream of urine made its way out her aching pussy and into the urinal behind her. Despite the fact her womanhood was on display for the world to see, Monica let out an unrestrained sigh of relief and took comfort in the fact that her ordeal was finally over. As she continued to pee she noticed that her friends had followed her and after shedding their own bikini bottoms, were now pissing to their hearts content in the urinals right next to her. For the next few minutes the only noise in the room was the sound of the girls dwindling pee streams until Monica finally said, “So it’s agreed that none of us will ever speak of this again right?” Getting nods from the other three girls she smiled and said “Well now that we’ve avoided utter humiliation why don’t we get cleaned up and go back to having a good time huh?” Smiling all four girls proceeded to clean themselves up and get back to enjoying their spring break on the beach. While the girls kept their word and never spoke of that incident again the memory of almost peeing themselves that faithful spring break was something they kept with them for a long time to come.
THE END |
Signed off too soon! Maybe I can insert it...
But anyway, whether I edit it or not after typing this and then pasting it here, here it is: the final chapter!
She hobbled over to her car, ever so thankful that she did not have to dig the wireless FOB out of her pocket. The extra stress on her jeans would have tipped he over the breaking point. She got in, and drove through the parking lot, trying to keep good management on the pedals whilst not losing control. As she pulled away from the school, the car lurched over the poor transition between lot and road. A slight spurt hit he already wet panties. She was barely able to keep safe driving while in so much pain. But her house wasn't too far away so she thought she might make it. But feeling every bump in the road just made things worse. Once or twice she thought she would lose control, but she managed to hold it in. She thought several times about just wetting in the car, but it was technically her parents and she was on a mortgage to them (a good deal), and peed in seats would not doubt cause a punishment of some sort, so she drove on. Then she noticed things seemed to be slowing down. Bother, she had hit rush-hour traffic! It was slow, but not dreadfully slow, moving, which actually worsened he situation. She kept thinking it would clear up, but it didn't, and the zigzagging suspense of wondering whether or not to just ditch for the nearest store was killing her. this option eventually disappeared as she left the business district. Finally, she gave up. She parked he car at a nearby Methodist Church, and started walking home. She was aching. Not just her bladder, but her whole body was sore from tension. She walked out of the Church parking lot, and wandered down the sidewalk towards her house. But there was one yield intersection she needed to cross to be on the right side of the road (she had decided to approach her house from the alley, which wasn't so bad since it was daytime and she had several good neighbors also with yards open to the alley). When she got there, oh, the waiting! The usual frustration of thinking for the 29th time that the next moment will be one's opportune moment to cross and seeing yet another car was an unknowable amount harder to endire. During this waiting period, she actually said out loud "Okay, I REALLY need to pee now! Please let there be an opening soon!" But finally she had a chance. She hurried across the road, but just before halfway she let out a spurt. Half-insane with desperation, she gave a huge effort to keep moving forward without letting any more out. Amazingly, she made it. Hunched over to almost 40 degrees from vertical, she felt slightly triumphant, until she realized she could have just crossed the alley later on and not had to hurry so much. She slowly stumbled forward, every foot seeming like five feet, but finally she came round the corner into her yard. But alas (couldn't think of a better word)! The back door had a chain lock! Why hadn't she thought of this before?! He panties were so wet at this point that they rubbed freely against her as she walked, feeling very awkward. She made it up her porch steps and to the front door, then went in. The feeling and smell of home was encouraging. But her bladder didn't care. She turned left into the living room (the bathroom was at the far side of it), "SURPRISE!" Hanna shouted, having already prepared the room for a slumber party Casey would be there for later that night (it was Friday). This was why The front door had been unlocked as Hanna had a duplicate key from watching Krystal's pets on Sunday. The shock was too much. Krystal staggered back, peeing hard into her panties. Hanna looked confused for a minute, then alarmed and apologetic. "Oh! Um, I..." And she ran off. "I'll go get some towels!" She was not aware that Krystal was still peeing for a good time after she left. It filled her crotch area rapidly, warm and moving. Then it poured down he legs, soaking outwards from the main stream as it flowed. For a few seconds she tried to regain control, but the move was already made. She had held it for so long that at first she couldn't feel any decrease in the size of he bladder, but then the emptying feeling came. She made sobbing sounds simply from the relief of tension, though she was also slightly upset and VERY embarrassed. Hannah finally came back and put the towels in the puddle on the floor, but didn't make any effort to do further drying yet as Krystal was still peeing. In fact, she peed for a good long while. Hanna just watched with a blank expression on her face. But as Krystal wet herself more and more, upsetness transitioned into "should've seen that coming" feelings, then that changed to light humor, then near the end she clenched, and with pleasure released the stream again, rewarming he legs. Hanna had a half smirk on her face, amazed that Krystal could pee that long, but obviously trying to suppress it for Krystal's sake. Krystal wasn't sure what to think, then she decided that, since Hannah was her friend and obviously cared about her from Hanna's face, she would just be humorous. Intentionally over emphasizing and with added body language, she said "Aaaaah. That felt sooooo good!" And they both burst out laughing. After all, she was supposed to shower when she got home from school anyway.
The End. |
Moravia, the castle stronghold commanded by Kasim Hazil, one of the Scarlet Moon Empire's Five Great Generals. With the Imperial military stationed in the fortress, most would not dare attack the palace, much less a Liberation Army barely fifteen-thousand strong. The fact that a team of six were doing just that was insane, that was the only way to put it. No one would believe this army had a strategist, or if they did, they would certainly object to the notion that this was his idea.
However, the plan was a lot more complicated than that. Yes, they wanted to dethrone Kasim, reduce the power of the Empire and potentially recruit another powerful leader, but that wasn't the only objective. The Liberation Army's strategist, Mathiu, was distracting Kasim, while a team of six would fight their way to the prison to rescue one of the army's most valued assets, Viktor.
And if anyone could penetrate this fortification, it would be these six. Valeria, former lieutenant of the Empire, her skill with the Falcon style sword unmatched. Camille, fiery redhead with a fiery lance thanks to an attached elemental rune piece, it was unwise to owe her a debt. Krin, low class thief with a penchant for poisons. Cleo, longtime guardian of the McDohl household, and her charge, Tir McDohl. Son of another of the Five Generals, Teo McDohl, Tir had already been named leader of the Liberation Army, his natural charisma and propensity for justice earning scores of followers. He was strong, intelligent, moral, and quite cute.
That last observation colored the face of the last member of the entourage as red as her limited clothing. She was Kasumi, a young black-haired ninja hailing from the village of Rokkaku, dedicated to ending the reign of Emperor Barbarossa through the victory of the Liberation Army. To her credit, Kasumi was putting her all into this contract, but it wasn't just because of training. She...wanted to do good by Tir, he was a good man and she wanted to be by his side, be it bodyguard or something more. That was the honor and strength all proper ninjas lived by.
However, that stalwart obedience came with a downside. Kasumi and Tir had been separated recently, as she had her own mission with Krin, with the two only just reuniting before this undertaking. She would not leave his side...even if she really wanted to now. Thing was, in her desire to act out her role as guardian, Kasumi had found herself on the receiving end of hydration making its way down south. Sheepishly, she lightly gripped the sides of the cloth covering her lower front for comfort and support.
It was pretty awkward to admit that she had let herself reach this level. She was trained, she was experienced, it's not like she had no practice in holding her bladder. It wouldn't do much good for a suspicious trail of liquid to trickle down from the rafters onto the espionage subjects, impeccable control was an important qualification for the job. Which made it only more concerning that it was painful enough to be worrying. She was in a bad spot, no other way to say it.
"Kasumi. Kasumi!" Her name being called out brought the ninja back to the moment, as she only now recognized Tir snapping his fingers inches from her face. And her blush, which had since faded and cooled, had its glow reignited at the proximity. Years of reflex and self-defense training took hold as she jumped back and placed a hand on one of her many kunai, poised for attack. It took until now for her to notice the other four looking at her weirdly. "Good, you're back," Tir continued unflinchingly, "we're heading up the tower now."
"Y-yes, Master Tir," she blurted, releasing the hold on her weapon to stand straight. "I'm ready, I won't hold you up!"
Observing the interaction, Krin covered his mouth and snickered. "Look at you, acting all proper around the boy. Can't help but wonder why," he asked, stretched out, leaning in towards Kasumi.
She wasn't taking it, as she smacked him away. "You can shut your mouth." There was only so much politeness to go around, especially with most of it going towards Tir. Not to mention, the lacking mental faculties at the moment to spare on manners. Talking wasn't needed anyway, everyone had their serious faces on with weapons tightly gripped, it was time for action. Whether it would serve as a welcome distraction or an unpleasant exertion, only time would tell.
The six-person party marched up the stairs to the second floor of the stone building, Kasumi taking one last look back. She couldn't imagine actually doing it, but she had thought about asking for a quick break to run outside and "tend to the castle's gardens". Regardless of whether she would have worked up the courage to speak up, the opportunity had passed her by.
As they ascended, each step sending a tiny jolt straight through the desperate ninja, she reflected on how she ended up needing to relieve herself this badly. Granted, there wasn't much to consider, it was a simple tale of lacking time management. She was busy, not alone, there was no chance to duck away to take care of business. Even when she returned to the castle serving as the Liberation Army's headquarters, it was so big, and she was new, the bathroom was too hard to find before she was called out again. There was no time to go off the side of the boat on the way there, either. She needed to hope she'd be given another chance soon, or that this wouldn't take forever and she could endure. After all, they did need to act fast before their presence was reported, she could get lucky and hold out, it was possible.
But it wouldn't be easy, as guards were waiting for them at the top of the stairs. Two elite soldiers, a whip master, and three hell hounds, a full six on six match. Weapons were drawn on both sides as the combatants got into position, Tir, Camille, and Valeria taking the front line. "You may want to consider targeting the whip master in the back first," Valeria offered, experience behind her words.
The problem was, Kasumi wasn't paying attention, she needed to pee too bad and wanted everything to hurry up. All that was running through her head was how to finish this fight as quickly as possible, so they could get out of here before it was too late for her. As the fastest member of the group, she activated her Shrike Rune and dashed forward. Slipping between two of the hell hounds, she circled behind a guard in the back corner before he could process what was happening, thrust her arms beneath his armpits, brought her forearms up to bind him, and jumped straight up.
While rune powers were varied, usually magic based, there were physical runes as well. That was where the Shrike Rune fit in, its power granted Kasumi the ability to perform a devastating suplex, a stone-shattering slam from high in the air. With the soldier in her grasp, the ninja flipped mid-flight, and began rocketing back to the floor, crashing his head with an echoing blast while she remained safely suspended from his torso. Displaying the same speed she used initiating the move, she jumped back into formation, letting his body fall flat.
The instant her feet hit the floor, Kasumi regretted performing that super move. The hard impact, while not nearly as hard on her as it was on the soldier, still had quite the powerful adverse effect. She had been concerned about the waves steps were making, a fierce landing created a tsunami in comparison. She felt it so hard she could picture it, easy enough with a mental image identical to the attack she just performed, just replacing the guard with an ocean of pee and the floor with her bladder's borders. Her knees buckled at the blow, and her eyes widened as she choked back a breath. Most would have their accident right there, yet Kasumi showcased her inner strength and remained totally dry. Somehow, she knew that wouldn't last.
Still, she felt satisfied that she had delivered such a strong opening, breaking through her haze of desperate discomfort, until the single image that could bring her down played out before her; the guard got back up on his feet. She gulped, a bead of sweat sliding down her cheek. "He must have an amazing helmet," she breathlessly observed, in a sort of awe. She stepped back in slight fear, more for her own well-being than anything about their foes.
Though the opponents were also worth her attention. Her reckless charge had thrown everyone else off-balance, giving the whip master the chance to swing his lash, siccing the hell hounds out. One leapt at Camille, who attempted to hold it off with her spear, while another jumped at Tir, who defended much less successfully. And the third, despite Valeria also being within easy reach in the front row, was coming straight for Kasumi. "Agh!" She froze, faced with a threat she was not expecting, without any viable means of fending the canine off.
"Kasumi!" Once more, her name being called brought her into the moment, where she saw the dog immediately before her face, but not approaching. And she saw how that was possible, in the hell hound's mouth was a staff, biting down, unable to attack. She recognized the weapon as Tir's, so the real surprise was Tir himself. He was straining to reach the staff in front of Kasumi, his battle-worn clothes further ripped, bleeding from his own continuing attack, yet his focus was still on protecting someone else. He had a fire and fury in his eyes as he swung his staff, flinging the canine off and sending it flying back to its crowd, at the same time the others relented their assaults.
Cleo skillfully threw her Air Sword at the whip master, taking him down, while Krin threw a needle to defeat the elite soldier Kasumi attacked, which meant he was so close to death already. Tir spun his staff and whacked a hell hound on the head with an electrically charged hit, which Camille followed up with a flaming jab, enough to pacify it. Finally, Valeria used her Falcon Rune to unleash a flurry of stabs on the other elite soldier, eliminating him as well. That just left two hounds without their master.
Kasumi's next turn was up, she hesitated given her previous failure, but it would be pretty difficult to mess up this time. She definitely wasn't trying another usage of the Shrike Rune, so she simply jumped in and slashed one of the dogs, which Tir followed up with another killing bash. Without any direction, the final hell hound didn't attack, and with four warriors solely on his tail, it didn't last long and the fight was done.
Kasumi breathed a sigh of relief that the struggle was over, until Camille marched into her face, a good head taller. "So why did you rush in, without any solid strategy, while Valeria was talking?"
Camille was a tough lady, being on her bad side was enough to make even a trained ninja nervous. Either to avoid the question, or just different priorities, she responded with an unrelated question of her own. "Master Tir! Is Master Tir alright?!"
Camille moved aside, allowing Kasumi to see Tir sitting on the ground, clutching his injured arm. However, Cleo was standing next to him, channeling her Flowing Rune, Kasumi was afraid she'd be following the name's lead soon enough. As the light of the divination faded, rain began falling from no discernible origin, the last thing the ninja wanted to see at the moment. As the drops landed on Tir's body and slid across his gashes, the crimson blood washing away, revealing perfectly mended skin. No worse for wear, Tir stood up as if nothing happened. "Thank you, Cleo."
Kasumi should have been happy that he was safe, and she was, but something was more gripping and demanding at the moment: the lingering puddle, evidence of the water magic that had just been cast. Oh, how much she wanted to double, triple its size. The image of the still fluids was tempting, enough to force another violent punch from her tortured bladder, one she was not properly prepared for. If she wanted to avoid an accident, she had to at least press against her crotch now.
In a stroke of unfiltered, pure luck, she'd be doing that anyway as part of a different motion. With her hands clasped together on the skirt-like strip hanging from her waist, and secretly applying force, she bowed repeatedly to the boy no older than her. "I-I apologize profusely, Master Tir. It's a great shame for a bodyguard to require protection, and I understand if you wish to dismiss my services."
Unable to look as an equal, Kasumi only heard footsteps without an origin, until they stopped and a hand was gingerly placed on her shoulder. "No need to be so hard on yourself. It was a mistake, nothing major, no big deal. I still respect your skill." The praise gave Kasumi the strength to look up, and see Tir's face directly before hers, beaming with a youthful smile.
He was being nice to her, and she appreciated it, but the proximity was more obvious. Once more, her face flushed bright red, it might as well be her default color. Her open mouth was quivering and shivering, unable to form words, pupils darting for a solid ten seconds. Eventually, her brain flatlined into one single thought she could concentrate on. "Agh," she shouted, leaping back to maintain distance from Tir. That reaction confused him, it confused everyone, Krin made a circling motion with his finger to say she was crazy.
They all shrugged it off, however, and regrouped to continue the task. Kasumi took a second longer to compose herself, and realized something important. "I need to stop jumping around so much." Sudden motion like that just kept agitating her, sloshing and shaking her collection of urine, priming pressure and pain on her muscles. No one was looking this time, she took full advantage and outright grabbed between her legs, stroking her thighs against each other and grunting in the struggle.
It paid off, the wave passed, and she could stand up normally again. Cautiously, she resumed walking so as to not stray too far from the pack, while not straining herself. She needed to act inconspicuous, which would be easier if the other five weren't trying to hold a distracting conversation. "How do you think that bear Viktor will react to us infiltrating a castle to save him," Valeria asked.
"I guarantee he'll have some kind of smart quip, a 'what took you so long'," Camille answered, resigned to the fact that she was right.
"Come on," Tir defended, "Viktor's cooler than that. He'll be happy to see us. Schtolteheim Reinbach III does not so easily forget his kin," he shouted, holding a fist in front of him jovially.
Despite Tir being happy about it, Cleo sighed. "You can perfectly remember that complicated name from months ago, yet Gremio and I had to fight to get you to do your studies."
Tir shrugged, and the team continued as if the conversation never happened. Not up to joining the discussions, Kasumi took the silence to whisper reassurance to herself. "If I keep it easy, I can survive this. I can hold it."
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The idea that she could not strain herself was nothing more than wishful thinking. That first group of enemies was far from the only ones they'd be fighting, there were plenty more encounters, various combinations of the same three types, and they added up over time. By now, the party had slain dozens of opponents since arrival, and Kasumi had to pull her weight. She still wouldn't dare using the Shrike Rune, but again, all the battles added up. Her need was growing fast, approaching her hard limit.
Yet, somehow, the hardest challenge was yet to come. "Come on, Kasumi! You can make it!" She didn't believe those words, she heavily doubted she could "make it", but that wasn't the topic at hand. Word had traveled through the castle that they had intruders, and the place was on lockdown. That didn't mean it was impenetrable, they just needed to be a bit more creative. Such as crossing from one roof to another to enter their window, using a tightrope Krin set up. Her five comrades had already crossed the gap, and were waiting for the ninja to take her turn.
Under any other circumstance, a balancing act like this wouldn't even be worth a second thought. She could handle this obstacle easily if she was fully flexible, but that just wasn't the state she was in. In a desperate attempt to not burst, one taking more and more concentration by the minute, Kasumi's joints had gone stiff. It did have a negative impact on her fighting ability, but her teammates weren't paying total attention, she got away with it then. Now, with all eyes on her to do something much more precise, there was no place to hide.
Still, she couldn't chicken out here. So, without the freedom to bend her knees, she extended her left leg and placed it on the rope, flattening her foot against the thin bridge. Applying pressure to ensure it wouldn't snap or slip, she swung her other leg around very awkwardly, placing that foot down firmly, taking her off solid ground. Her arms were extended to her side to maintain balance, an act normally unnecessary for her, so they couldn't be anywhere near her crotch. At least there wasn't any wind, she was shaking enough already.
The whole time she was crossing, she was embroiled in a harsh, internal struggle. Her bladder had since grown violent, demanding its master to be allowed to drain, a request it would continue to be denied. She didn't want to keep holding, she'd be more than grateful for any place to relieve herself, a need so urgent she was beginning to waver on the point of privacy, anything to avoid this agony any longer. It was beginning to have an adverse effect on her physical well-being, the effort chilling her blood like a fever, exacerbating the already-present chill the altitude brought.
It certainly felt like it was taking forever, definitely due to the pressure, but Kasumi had reason to believe it was long no matter what, judging from the weird looks everyone was giving as she crossed. Or that may have been due to her inhuman walk, more like a badly-made puppet whose strings were operated by someone suffering from hypothermia. Valeria turned to Krin, the person who had spent the most time with Kasumi, who could only shrug. There was no real explanation for her performance, and that's the way she wanted it. Better to have them unable to guess that she was on the verge of wetting herself.
Eventually, she reached the other roof, finally able to stand on steady ground once more. She was still shivering, arms still out, but she was safe. "Good, finally," Camille groaned, "we can finally move." She leapt through the window, thankfully without glass, with the rest following.
Of course, Kasumi was again the last to prepare to make the jump. "I'm losing my speed," she had to admit, dropping her arms to her side, shuffling her feet and standing on her toes to better prepare for the next wave of desperation, sure to be soon.
She wasn't expecting the hearty pat on the back from Tir. "Hey, good job making it across the rope. I can tell you were afraid, but you still did it."
She wouldn't dare tell him it wasn't fear making her hesitate. Well, it was, but of a different variety. She didn't even realize Tir was hanging behind, she thought he jumped through the window already. And most importantly, she was in a precarious position when he slapped her, with minimal point of contact between her feet and the balcony. With that push, she was thrown off-balance, windmilling her arms as she fell forward, landing on her stomach with a loud crash. Hearing the impact, the four that already reentered the building looked back. "Ha! Some ninja," Krin laughed.
At least he was the only one mocking, as Tir grabbed Kasumi's arm and pulled upwards. "You alright?"
The fall wasn't as devastating as it very well could have been, thanks to some light "cushioning", but Kasumi was already right on the edge. No matter the tumble, she was done for. She probably would have lost it if nothing happened, she was just pushed too far. She could practically feel her bladder muscles give out, as urine began to rush to its exit, like a dam on a river being broken. She would be wet really soon.
But, for as long as her body would allow, Tir McDohl would not bear witness to Kasumi's accident. He would not see it, he would not hear it, absolutely none of his senses would be provoked. No one else's should be either, but Tir remaining blind was the top priority. With speed closer to her average, and above it, she jumped to her feet, vaulted through the open window, shoved everyone out of her way, and bolted down the hall, around a corner and out of sight, shouting all the while.
Out of sight, out of earshot, the ninja could make it no farther. The boiling liquids burning a hole in her abdomen, or perhaps the dagger twisting the same spot, however she could describe the pain, it had overtaken her. Her legs went numb, causing her to fall on her butt, knees also hitting the ground as they splayed outwards, that tiny crash becoming the hole that sank the ship, as water began pouring through. The only preparation she had the time or energy to make was lifting the front flap of her robe up to keep it out of harm's way.
She didn't want to look down to avoid the shame, so she heard the sound before she saw anything. For the briefest instant, it was the light pattering hitting fabric, until the pee absolutely soaked through the thin white garment, when it was replaced by the stream smashing against the smooth stone beneath her. Seconds later, even that was usurped as there was no more untouched marble in the path, and there was no sound but splashing water, drowning out the distant sounds from elsewhere in the castle.
By all respects, Kasumi should have been horrified by what she had been reduced to, and she was, anyone capable would be when brought to the level of a mere child. It didn't feel enjoyable, the sudden emptiness left an ache akin to a stomach cramp, and it was spreading a warm, gross wetness through her thin leggings. It smelled awful, stale and pungent. Her head fell, letting her see her mess against her will, the translucent, lightly golden jet shooting forward and outward in small waves, small pockets of foam forming on the surface. She had disgraced herself, her clan, and the Liberation Army in her incompetence.
Still, sometimes a girl just needs to pee. "Ooooohhh," she moaned, her voice cracking as she attempted to reach that high note of bliss, placing her hands on her thighs, careful to keep them dry. "Too...too far..." Those were the last words Kasumi was able to form, as everything following came out instead as broken sighs and inelegant moans, when it wasn't just heavy breathing. There was no room for anything in her mind but the feeling of release.
"K-Kasumi?" Well, except for fear. Or, "terror" would be the more apt descriptor. That voice was definitely Tir, no mistake about it. And now he was seeing Kasumi at her lowest moment. She had spent so long struggling and suffering to avoid him knowing, and she couldn't even get that.
Unfortunately, there was nothing much she could do about it, the flood wasn't stopping any time soon, she would be seeing this one through to the end. "M-Master Tir!" She stuttered as she racked her brain for possible excuses, but it didn't matter. Regardless of how she explained it away, the incontestable fact was that she peed herself. Nothing could make that better.
If she had to face it, she would face it like an adult. She gulped, and slowly turned to face her audience, braced for the look of utter disgust. Instead, far from her wildest expectations, there he was, looking off to the side with a hand against his head, blocking all view of her. "I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay, after y-you ran off like that. I...I guess this explains it."
"Y-yes," Kasumi replied, blankly. How was she supposed to take that? The idea that Tir, a boy who had made it big thanks to his strength, courage, and ingenuity, wouldn't be ashamed of her? It just seemed impossible to believe. It had to be an act, he had to be secretly loathing her under that soft facade.
Or, the more she thought about it, maybe it really did make sense. It wasn't just ability that propelled Tir into his position, it was kindness, charisma, and trusting that made him who he was. No one else could amass such a large and varied army. So, was it possible that he wouldn't hold this against her? "Y...you're really not angry with me?"
"Why would I be angry?"
"W-well, because I'm proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm incompetent! I tell you that I'm protecting your life, and I can't even do this? I need to fight monsters and imperial soldiers, and-"
"And you pick all of them up and suplex them, no matter how big they are! That's amazing! You've proven time and time again that you're strong and dedicated, exactly the kind of woman I can use more of. In the places where it matters, you're great, no other way to say it."
Kasumi could no longer breathe. Tir McDohl, commander of the Liberation Army, just praised her in the face of obvious evidence to the contrary. And maybe having a crush on him made it even sweeter. He really was one of a kind, and she'd protect that for as long as she lived.
First things first, however, she did need to finish peeing, it was wrapping up now. A few spurts followed the full stream, and lots of drops from the large patch of drenched underwear falling into the massive puddle she didn't dare examine. As soon as there was only a minimal amount of remains dripping, she stood up, dropped her lower coverings, and hurried away, feeling the urine splash around her boots. She stepped carefully to avoid spreading the wetness, forcing Tir to face the complete opposite direction. "Please, Master Tir...please never tell anyone about this, I'm begging you." She clasped her hands together to complete the image.
"Wouldn't you rather I get Cleo for you? She can wash you off with her Flowing Rune, and I know she's good about keeping-"
"No!" She covered her mouth at the outburst, until it was evident Tir wouldn't reprimand her for shouting at a superior. "I...I mean it. Tell no one."
"I don't really get it, but alright," he shrugged. "I won't tell a soul." Kasumi nodded, walking in front of him as a good bodyguard should for the two to return to the group. Until Tir remembered something, and called out to her. "Oh, Kasumi! Until we return to our castle, you should avoid using your Shrike Rune."
She pivoted back to face him, perplexed. "What does my Shrike Rune matter?"
"Er, well..." He scratched his cheek as he looked at a spot on the wall, rather than the girl he was talking to. "When you jump up, we can all see your underwear. I imagine you'd rather avoid that now, with what it would reveal."
The blush Kasumi had become known for today hadn't diminished in quite a while, this one more internal temperature induced rather than embarrassment, but that latter category came back in full force, harsher than ever. She reeled back, clutching at her robe to cover as much of her lower body as it could. "I've been flashing my panties to you this whole time?!"
Edited December 8, 2017 by Captain L
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Author's note: So what if this is my least popular story? I'm not stopping until I force you to play Suikoden!
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The city of Greenhill, part of the autonomous Greenhill Principality, was a famous town. Not just for its unique independence status, having seceded from the City-State Muse some time ago, but for the educational opportunities present within. The city housed New Leaf Academy, one of the most prestigious colleges in the Dunan Republic. Even as the conflicts heated up between Jowston and Highland, Greenhill was keeping free of the bloodshed.
Unfortunately, the war was coming to them, as the Allied Army's leader and his Orange Company were sneaking in on an important mission to rescue Greenhill's mayor-in-hiding, Teresa, to recruit for the war effort. The plan was clear and simple; use forged papers to enroll in the academy, find any useful information, and don't act suspicious while doing it. Time was of the essence, lives were constantly at stake after all, but it was a pretty leisurely errand.
The company members posing as students included: the Allied Army's leader, Riou, destined wielder of the Bright Shield Rune. Nanami, Riou's adoptive sister, dangerous with both her nunchaku and her loud mouth. Eilie, a travelling performer that liked to hang around Riou for reasons unspoken. Gengen the Kobold warrior, Chaco the Winger thief, and Flik the veteran hero, who was away from the party at the moment conducting his own investigation, while simultaneously avoiding a relentless new admirer.
For now, things were calm. The party was wandering around the campus, checking out the classrooms and study halls, talking to the students, occasionally going into town and witnessing Highland soldiers throwing their power around. Okay, tensions were high all around, with Greenhill's citizens almost enacting vigilante justice on the Allied Army's informant, Fitcher, but that was resolved without any violence thanks to Flik's gambit, and it was back to the five being ordinary students.
Unfortunately, that last event had been the final straw that wore out the final, honorary member of the team, a very young girl named Pilika. Despite her age, she had been through a lot of hardship, most notably watching her village, Toto, be burned down, whereupon her parents died and she was almost killed by Prince Luca Blight of Highland. The event had understandably traumatized her into becoming mute, and the only people she could connect with anymore were Riou, Nanami, and their childhood friend Jowy, who...wasn't here at the moment.
As dusk set in and the sun dropped below the horizon, the Orange Company returned from the town onto campus, Pilika resting as Nanami carried her on her back. "What do you think they're going to serve for dinner, Riou," Nanami asked excitedly. In the couple days they had spent at the school, the food served had become her favorite thing, wolfing down her plate, and seconds, and thirds at each and every meal.
"I don't think it matters, you'll eat it regardless," Riou offered.
"Yeah, you eat worse than a pig," Chaco teased, flying in front of the pack so all could see his evil grin.
"Well, of course! I'm a fighter, I need to keep my strength up," she shrugged off. "It's all about proper nutri..." Her statement trailed off as they re-entered the campus gates, as there was someone standing in their path: one of the school's established students, Nina. They had run into her multiple times recently, but it was odd to see her standing still. "Nina? You're not bothering Flik anymore?"
It took time for Nina to respond, she was hunched over, hands on her knees, and panting. "I-I am not 'bothering' Sir Flik! Destiny has brought us together, and I will not let fate pass me by! He just...hasn't realized our inevitable future yet. As soon as I find him again, I'll make sure he understands! Every elegant knight needs his princess!"
Nanami's face soured, and she closed the distance with a march, leaning inches from Nina's face. "Listen, don't think Flik's going to be into you just because you're enthusiastic about him. He's clearly into strong women who know more about fighting than they would reading or cooking," she declared, a heavy air of "holier-than-thou, I know I'm right". "But actually knowing how to cook doesn't hurt," she snickered.
The fires of conflict were being stoked, quite frankly worrying all those watching, and yet somehow, Nina laughed it off, with an exact mirrored haughtiness. "I appreciate you looking out for me, Nanami, you're being such a great friend. But you don't have to worry, I'm a well-rounded woman," she boasted, bringing up a forearm to prop out her upper chest. "Well, I suppose you do have something to worry about. Did you hear those sounds in the dorm last night?"
In an instant, Nanami's skin turned pale. "Y-y-yes...but that couldn't have been that ghost you talked about, right? G-ghosts aren't r-real...right? I-I mean, o-of course they aren't!" She laughed nervously, continuously looking back at Riou, allowing him to see the sweat beads drip from her forehead. It wasn't a surprise, she had reacted this same way every time the topic of the ghost in the dorms had been brought up since they arrived.
"No, you're right, I made that old story up," Nina admitted. "But there was something last night. Who knows? Could be a real ghost. Well, I should get going, I've got my own things to do. Have a good night, Nanami." Nina waved farewell, running off into the distance. "Sir Flik! Where have you run off to?!"
Once Nina had dashed away, Eilie made her thoughts crystal clear, ones it sounded like she had been holding in for quite some time. "That girl's crazy, getting so obsessive over a guy. A real woman knows how to control herself."
"Gengen thinks neither of you are ones to talk," the Kobold accused.
She should have been offended, Eilie certainly was, but Nanami was still too shaken up to properly respond. "R-Riou...s-she was just kidding, right? T-there's no ghost, right?"
It wouldn't be out of character for Riou to comfort his older stepsister, but as the younger brother, a different response was also appropriate. He held his hands in front of his face and wiggled his fingers. "At the stroke of midnight..."
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" Nanami covered her ears, closed her eyes, and shook her head violently enough to sway her hair side to side. "Nononononono! There's no such thing as ghosts!" Trembling so fiercely, Pilika had to tighten her grip around Nanami's neck to prevent falling off, reminding her carrier that she was present at all. "Oh! There's nothing to be scared of, Pilika! I'll even sleep with you tonight!"
Pilika looked at Nanami, perplexed. She couldn't verbally express her confusion at what the older girl was trying to claim, but everyone else caught on to the face-saving scheme. All except Chaco, lost in thoughts of his own. "She called you 'Nanami'. Didn't we give everyone fake names?" The team looked between each other, acknowledging the Winger had a point, but none could come up with an answer. Did they say their real names at some point and forget, or did Nina know more than she let on? Try as they might, none could come up with a plausible answer, so they shrugged, gave up, and proceeded to the dorms, before it got dark.
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"Hnnnnngghhhh," Nanami grunted, clawing at her blankets. It was the dead of night, everyone else was long since asleep, yet she remained awake. Fear had prevented her from entering slumber, she couldn't relax while worrying about a roaming ghost, but it wasn't the only thing keeping her from getting comfortable. It wasn't just endless plates of food at dinner, but also chugging down a half-dozen drinks to wash them down. Her stomach may have seemed bottomless, but in the hours that had passed, her bladder had proven it did not share that distinction, as all those glasses of liquid filled it up to near-limit.
In any other situation, this shouldn't have even been a concern. She was up, she was desperate, perfect time to run to the bathroom and relieve herself. Even if they were camping out in the wilderness, it was easy enough to wander off and water the plants. The key difference was, at any other time, there wasn't the threat of a ghost. If she were to leave the security of her bed, she had no idea what horrifying thing she would find out in the halls. She wasn't brave enough to take that risk, because she knew: if she saw something scary on the way out, she suddenly wouldn't have to go anymore.
And she had very few options to pee. Attempting to make it to the proper location was a risky proposition, and there were no alternatives in her room. No containers, no window, and she couldn't very well wet her bed with another girl sleeping in it. "Unless I...no!" A brief thought flashed through her mind of soaking the sheets and blaming Pilika if questioned, but that seemed unnecessarily cruel.
That left only one possibility, to find someone willing to accompany her. Of course, the first thought was Pilika, she was right there after all, but asking a little kid to be her comfort was demeaning, and wouldn't ease her fear at all. She'd have to brave the darkness a little to run into one of the other bedrooms, but whose? Of course Chaco and Gengen were out of the question, so would it be Eilie or Riou, a fellow girl or her brother?
"Riou...Riou will help me, definitely." Despite the lack of blood relation, the two were close as could be, he was sure to help out however he could. And his room was right next door, so she wouldn't have to survive the black halls for long. Finally, she had a plan, and not a moment too soon. "I gotta get over there, now!" She quickly swung her legs out from under the quilt, bending her knees so her feet could touch the floor, ready to run, when one final concern occurred to her. "I can't just leave Pilika alone..." Crossing her legs and squishing her thighs together, she gently prodded the little girl. "Pilika...Pilika..." Pilika remained firmly in slumber, and it didn't seem like more pushing would change that.
Though, that peaceful rest was not to last. At that moment, a piercing, echoing creak overtook Nanami's ears, sending a shiver up her spine. And in that instant, her eyes shot open, all sleepiness fizzled away in a sea of adrenaline, even the impossible-to-rouse Pilika shot up immediately, instinctively clutching for Nanami. "I-it's okay, Pilika," she comforted, "although that shock almost got me." A heart-stopping surprise like that, it was a miracle she didn't have an accident then and there.
Without any time to think before panic took hold, Nanami could only think of one explanation for the ruckus. "I-i-i-it's the ghost!" She squeezed Pilika's wrist hard enough to cut off circulation, and took off running with enough speed to pull the little girl's arm off, yanking her from the bed. Nanami dragged her all the way to Riou's door, knocking with the force to knock it off its hinges. "Riou! Riou, get up! Get up now!"
The pounding continued for another half-minute, until Riou finally answered, wiping his eyes. "What is it, Nanami?"
"That creak! It's the ghost! I know it!"
"It's probably just someone stepping on a creaky stair. You're being paranoid."
"No, I'm serious! It's the ghost, it has to be!" She grabbed her brother's collar and began shaking him, waking him up fully with his own shouts.
Gengen slumped around the corner, yawning. "Gengen can't sleep with all this screaming. What's going on?"
Following behind, Chaco peeked from behind Gengen's back. "Are you still freaking out about that ghost story?"
And finally, Eilie rose from above both their heads. "For what it's worth, I heard the creaking too."
"See?! It's real! The ghost is real!" Nanami shook Riou harder, who was beginning to go limp.
Finally, Riou knocked his sister away. "Alright, we can go take a look." He left his room to join his team, pushing them aside to lead them, very slowly, out into the corridors. He leaned in around the nearest corner, everyone else following his lead shortly afterwards, to take a peek. Nanami was the last to look, even Pilika got in before her.
Aside from Nanami, none of them were expecting to see anything, and prepared to chew the girl out for wasting all their time with her nonsensical phobia. In fact, they were geared up for it, when a shadow flashed by, disappearing out of view down the stairs. That was absolutely the sight no one was expecting to see, even Nanami found herself hoping she was wrong. As such, when no one else could muster up a response to the sight, she expressed herself, clearly and loudly. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Letting go of Pilika's wrist, she tightly hugged Riou from behind, desperate for comfort.
As that startle and jump reminded her, that wasn't the only thing she was desperate for. Her full bladder jolted, but without much room to slosh around, the urine needed to move somewhere else. That relocation turned out to be into her underwear, a little patch of warm dampness spreading across her crotch, out of sight beneath her pants, but absolutely noticeable to Nanami. "Eep!" Her arms released Riou, as their focus rediverted to pressing against her pants, begging to keep that little drop the only bit that escaped.
The resolve was enough to hold off the flood for now, but leaving an intense pain near her stomach as punishment. Now would be the perfect time to hit the bathroom, if not for one major problem that had just presented itself: Nanami was right. There was something prowling the dorms. Now wasn't the time to take a break, with all the sabotage and cutthroat tactics going on in this war, it was imperative they catch the specter or whatever it really was, and Riou was leading the charge. "Hurry! Don't let it escape!"
As the team ran after the shadow, Nanami was left behind with Pilika, eyeing the opposite direction, the one housing the toilets. "Wait! I need to...Agh!" It was clear her teammates weren't going to listen to her, and it wouldn't be appropriate to hang behind while they did something important, just to pee. The only action she could take now was buckle down, be tough, and hold it in. Groaning loudly, since her friends clearly weren't listening to her, she grabbed Pilika's hand and ran after the four.
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Well, the good news was, there was no ghost. The dark spirit they witnessed was, in fact, just Flik. He was tailing Shin, Teresa's aide, through secret passages and into the forest behind the campus. It was nice to know there was no ghost, but this meant a lead to their actual mission, and they couldn't very well ignore that and go back to sleep, which meant the whole team was trekking further into the forest.
It also meant that Nanami still had not relieved herself, and it wasn't looking like she would get the chance any time soon. There hadn't been another leak, she could thank her strength training from Grandpa Genkaku for that, but she was still on the verge of an accident with little time left. And having this predicament in the woods was the ultimate torture, every tree tempting her with memories of what she could do to them if she wasn't in the middle of a mission, and accompanied by others. No way would she let Flik see her acting so pitiful.
Well, she didn't want to demean herself, but it wasn't really looking like she was going to have a choice. She had to go bad, and their tailing task was slow-going. And with every passing second, Nanami's bladder was becoming more of a pained nuisance, threatening louder and louder to spill its contents straight into her pants, and she was beginning to feel powerless to resist. Maybe it really would be worth it to be honest, and just ask to stop.
Well, they were stopping, but it wouldn't be for anything to ease the struggle, at least not for her. Looking out over the limited distance, and lost in her own worries, Nanami wasn't paying attention to her immediate surroundings, and was caught off-guard by Pilika tugging on the scarf around her waist. "W-what is it, Pilika?" She looked down at her little companion, and with her eyes adjusting to the darkness, she could see exactly what was bothering Pilika. She was lightly clutching the front hem of her pink dress, rubbing her thighs together and looking really nervous. She couldn't say what the problem was, but she had performed this exact mime before, it could be perfectly translated into words: "Big sis Nanami, I gotta go potty."
This wasn't the first time she had needed to make that request, a small girl needed more frequent breaks of all kinds on the long road from one town to another, and Nanami always took the responsibility of taking her off the path to answer nature's call away from prying eyes. Not only was it wrong to make Pilika hold it longer than necessary, but it also provided a good opportunity to handle her own needs without ever having to admit as much. It had become a response to associate that potty dance with her own impending emptiness, something she absolutely didn't want to picture when she really needed that exact feeling, with no idea when she'd get it. Just the sight was enough to make Nanami whine, repeatedly pressing her legs into each other.
However, as she soon realized, this could be a perfect opportunity. No one would have the heart to refuse Pilika with such a critical request, not unless the present situation was too dangerous to allow any stragglers. Right now, they could probably get away with an escape. "Hey guys, Pilika needs a quick minute. You go on without us, we'll catch up."
"You sure? We can wait for you," Riou offered.
"I agree," seconded Flik. "It would be dangerous to leave you two alone in unfamiliar territory, especially in the dark."
Two against two, and it didn't look like anyone else would be stepping in, leaving the two sides at a stalemate. That is, until Eilie put her foot down and started pushing the two men further on their path. "Don't you two know anything? When a girl says she needs alone time, she means it! Let's go!" She helped the boys along their way, Flik in particular being rendered speechless, as Gengen and Chaco followed, having played no part.
Finally, the ladies had their privacy. Nanami sighed in relief at the thought of the relief she'd soon be getting, practically drooling at the image. It took Pilika tugging on her scarf again, pointing to the denser forest off the beaten path, to bring her back to the real world. "R-right, we should hurry." She led Pilika into the deeper shadows of the many tree trunks, waiting just long enough to ensure they were out of sight before reaching for the waistband on her pants. "Phew, I've been waiting too long for this."
But just as she was about to undress, she was interrupted by yet another tug from Pilika. A part of her wanted to just ignore whatever the request was in order to pee, but the big sister instinct overpowered the urge. "What is it now," she asked, a tone of frustration clearly evident. She looked over Pilika, desperate to find what was bothering her now. But she was just doing the same potty dance, turning this into a frantic guessing game. "You're starting to have an accident? You need help undressing? Something else hurts?" Every one was met with a dismissive head shake as Pilika's prance grew faster, until Nanami finally hit the jackpot. "You want me to stand watch?" The little girl nodded in agreement.
On the surface, it sounded like a reasonable request. It was the dead of night in the middle of some woods, probably with monsters and vicious animals. Having someone guarding her while she was incapacitated was the sensible thing to ask, and under ordinary circumstances, Nanami would be happy to oblige. If only it wasn't imperative that Nanami start peeing soon. "I-I promise nothing is going to attack you, Pilika! Just let me go..."
Before she could properly plead her case, Pilika's eyes suddenly pressed tightly shut, and she squeezed her dress even harder. Nanami couldn't see the finer details, but there was little to get in the way of hearing what happened next. A light pattering sound, with the tiniest hint of liquid hitting fabric, but primarily pee falling into the dirt between her feet. Pilika was already having her accident, and Nanami was about to do the same. She quickly twisted her legs, grabbing her crotch with no hint of shame, halfway doubling over with a pained grimace. She wanted to rip her pants down and go right there, but she had yet to receive approval to not stand guard, and she wasn't going to get it now. "Please, just don't take too long, Pilika!"
The instant she got the okay, Pilika lifted her pink dress above her waist, shoving her white panties to her ankles, where only she could see how much they were actually yellow now. She squatted down, wrapping her arms around her knees, making good use of what Nanami had taught her back when she didn't know how to pee outside. Without any obstructions, the golden stream sprinkled cleanly into the soil.
That soft little tinkle was enough to drive Nanami crazy, as her bladder made one more shove, practically forcing all her pee out. She had to double, and triple, and quadruple her grip to force her muscles into obedience, being pelted with endless agony in the process. She had to turn away to ensure she wouldn't see the relief, if she would have even found the strength to open her eyes, but with her hands way too occupied, there was nothing she could do to drown out the noise. Pilika wasn't letting out a constant pee, she was nervous, spraying in loud and forceful, but brief spurts. She'd rest for a second, and then resume going for another two. Not only did this mean it was taking nearly double the time to finish, but every pause, Nanami found herself praying it was the end, only to have her hopes dashed as more flowed out.
It was unavoidable, that flowing sound to a desperate girl had to have an effect. Nanami had to pee so incredibly bad, she needed to follow Pilika's lead. Warmth quickly filled her underwear, renewing the tepid dampness and sticking the fabric to her skin. And this time, her panties weren't enough to contain the leaks, as the stream seeped through, snaking down her legs and being absorbed by her pants. Even her gloves were taking damage, and she could feel the heat on the fingertips and palm of her right hand clutching her crotch.
She tried her hardest, but there as nothing more Nanami could do. She was already grabbing herself as hard as she could, with her thighs twisted together, and she was putting all her effort towards holding. She was not about to give up and accept a wetting, but it was starting to look futile with the increasing soaking her green pants were displaying. If it wasn't near-pitch black out, she was sure she'd be found out as soon as she returned to the group. That is, if she didn't totally lose it, because that couldn't be hidden.
Perhaps fate had decided she had suffered enough recently, or she had a lot more endurance than she previously believed possible, because the flow of urine heating her lower half was stemmed, a little more dripping down before nothing more sprang forth. It was a close victory, she felt soaked enough to believe she didn't make it, but Pilika was still shooting out a stop-and-start stream, so Nanami couldn't have emptied out yet. Plus, her insides were still being tortured, so she definitely still needed to pee, worse than almost any other time, even with that partial release.
It was a combo of good fortune tonight, because the splashing of urine into a growing puddle halted, and five seconds later, had yet to restart. She heard Pilika's clothes rustle, as she surely pulled her underwear back up and let her dress cover it again. She no longer needed someone taking special care to watch for her, not that Nanami had done a good job of that task, so it was time for the older girl to do what her body demanded. Once again, she gripped her waistband, determined to let nothing interrupt her this time as the pants slid past her butt.
At that moment, a rustling emanated from a nearby shrub. Even that wasn't enough to stop Nanami, her pants halfway down her thighs as she was halfway bent down into a squat. The only thing giving her pause was Pilika jumping at the noise, shaking as she looked between the source of the noise and Nanami. She clearly wanted some protection, but now wasn't the time. "J-just get behind me," Nanami commanded, getting her pants to her knees as she moved her attention to removing her panties.
Too bad her luck had run out. The rustle happened again, and it had friends this time, multiple echoes from behind other hiding places in the same general direction. Whatever was causing the noise, it was something numerous, and experience had only shown her one thing that would act that way: monsters. Monsters were coming for them, obviously Pilika couldn't fight them off, and Nanami would be useless if she were to go through with undressing. She could either take the punishment while peeing, or...
"Pilika, let's run!" She grabbed Pilika's hand and dashed off, away from the noises, towards the direction the party had left in. It was a simple plan, lead the monsters to the people capable of fighting, let them deal with the threat, and run off on her own while they had their battle. It no longer mattered if they could easily guess what she was doing, who cared? Nanami had to pee! It was hard enough holding it as they ran, each step allowing a little more urine to slip out and join its brethren, the added wetness no longer registering.
Just as it was beginning to seem she was going to fail, silhouettes appeared at the end of her vision, totaling a perfect five, exactly what she was expecting. "Riou! Riou! Something's chasing us!"
Hearing his name called out, Riou turned to face his sister, and see her frantic stride and terrified facial expression, with nothing behind her. "Are you okay, Nanami?"
"No, I think she's right. I hear something coming," Flik warned, drawing his sword from the scabbard on his belt, prompting everyone else to grab their weapons. There was a painful silence, as everyone waited for the inevitable ambush, scanning their surroundings for any other clues to where the attack would begin from. Even Nanami was sticking around, she had no idea how many creatures were lurking in those woods, she didn't want to duck behind a tree close to any of them and waste the opportunity she was banking on by coming out here in the first place. Her rapid dancing and stepping were becoming faster and faster as the flood in her bladder was rising over the dam wall, reminding her how much every second counted right now.
Finally, their patience paid off, as enemies jumped from beyond the treeline, coming to a halt before the party, ready to attack. Five Holly Boys, and one Holly Elf. The Holly Boys were no problem, incredibly weak in both attack and health, but the Holly Elf was heartier, fast, and commanded the small tufts of leaves. Defeating the dryad first would be the real priority, or its abilities would cause trouble. And of course, it was hanging in the back row, where only Eilie's attacks could reach it. Now was Nanami's only chance to bow out, drawing as little attention to herself as possible. Still holding Pilika's hand, she took careful, deliberate steps away from the battle formation, quietly sneaking away into the deeper forest.
Too bad Riou had different plans. "Nanami! Let's get the elf together!"
True, the step-siblings had an attack where they'd strike the same enemy with a unified series of swings and kicks. But now was hardly the time for such a strenuous activity, not if she wanted to stay...only mildly wet. "I-I don't think that's a good idea! I need to..." She couldn't even admit the truth before Riou jumped forward, snaking between the Holly Boys to stand immediately before the Holly Elf.
Now he was in a precarious predicament, in the middle of an enemy formation, waiting for Nanami to leap in and team up. They had practiced this move many times, both in training with Grandpa Genkaku and in the field, it was strong, but it absolutely required the two working together in perfect harmony. Riou had just thrown himself into danger, because he wholeheartedly believed Nanami would join him. Trust was his defining characteristic.
Nanami didn't have a choice. "Alright! But only one attack!" She leapt forward to join her brother, landing right next to him, staring the Holly Elf down. The two looked at each other and nodded confirmations to start fighting, with Nanami's of course looking much less optimistic. Still, it was enough, and their wild attack began. It started with swinging their weapons in various directions, all in perfect time and coordination. Having to lean her body forward to get maximum power from her nunchaku was not easy on the poor girl. Then came the unarmed attacks, something many times worse. Each punch sent a recoil shockwave back through her person, rippling her bladder like a stone thrown in a pond, to say nothing of needing to lift one leg in the air for a high kick, fully exposing the wet patch on her pants and growing it further. How she didn't lose it there was anyone's guess.
The attack paid off, the final hits connected, and the Holly Elf faded from existence, allowing the two to jump back to their positions. Notably, Nanami in the back row, allowing her to ruthlessly squeeze between her legs, free from witnesses. The wetness was starting to feel chilly, a good sign if it meant there wasn't much hot pee to warm it up, but she was still extraordinarily damp. Once again, she had to concentrate all her focus on holding, totally isolating her senses from her surroundings. She started wavering with lost balance, she didn't see or hear everyone else jumping forward in succession to attack their foes.
And she certainly didn't see, after the other four had taken their turns, there was still one Holly Boy alive. It hopped twice to approach, leaving everyone on guard but unsure where it would strike. And, because fate was evil, its attack was aimed directly at Nanami, as it revealed when it rocketed towards her torso. Whether it could sense her distraction, or it was just going for the one target not actively defending herself, maybe it was just bad luck. Whatever the reason, it wouldn't end well for Nanami, especially when she only realized something was closing in seconds before impact, too late to dodge, not that her stiff body would be able to react fast enough anyway. Still, she attempted a last-second evasion, ducking off to the side with all the speed she could muster.
It wasn't quick enough, of course not, but something else interfered. Flik, the honorable mercenary, in the front row before her, came to her aid. He swung his blade with expert precision, cutting through the Holly Boy in its tracks, in a wide swing that almost hit Gengen to his side. It would have been a legendary save, if it wasn't all for a tiny foe that would have barely scratched through their thick, battle-ready clothing.
It also would have been better had Nanami known she'd have been safe standing her ground. She had made the grave mistake of making a sudden dive, one that upset the delicate equilibrium, the only thing keeping her from a further accident. And she knew this, even before the exact moment of failure, she didn't even try physically holding this time. It wouldn't do any good. The color faded from her face, she froze, and couldn't say anything, only making small choking sounds, nearly putting her on the same level as Pilika. While most were simply confused by her sudden change in attitude, Riou had the experience to know something was wrong. "Nanami...is something wrong?"
While their eyes had adjusted to the darkness reasonably well by now, sound was still the primary sense to rely on. That meant, with their ears open, everyone clearly heard the crashing slam of fluid falling onto the hard dirt. It was loud to all, but to Nanami, it might as well have been deafening. Not just from proximity, though that certainly didn't help matters, but shame. Not only was it embarrassing to pee herself at her age, not only was it embarrassing to have an accident in front of her brother, a girl that looked up to her as a big sister, a dreamy older man, and three people she barely knew, but it had to be her, heir to Genkaku's trainings. Her and Riou had only recently been told of their grandpa's exploits, that he used to be a hero of the state, so with that in mind, it felt like she was failing something much greater than herself.
But more than anything, it just felt bad. The torrid torrent rushing out, soaking her pants while simultaneously powering through the two layers of clothing, hitting the ground so hard it splashed back onto her ankles. Her loose pant legs now stuck to her skin, squishing with every minute movement, constantly fluctuating between the searing heat of the pee and biting chill of the wind. And it just wasn't stopping. She could still pull her pants down, squat, and spray to save herself from about half her bladder, but there was no point, she was drenched already. And she wasn't about to expose herself in plain view of everyone.
She didn't need to, they were already getting quite the view of her disgrace. Up to now, Nanami had been forceful, loud, took charge, and did things her way with guts. Granted, it was an immature brand of bravado, but it was still far removed from the kind of juvenile behavior that would excuse peeing herself. If Pilika had an accident, that would be cause for concern and comfort. With Nanami, someone who should know better, it only meant she was a loser, not worthy of respect. She'd be forever in the shadow of her younger brother, the Allied Army's commander. Riou would go down in history one day as the boy who defeated Luca Blight, and she'd be his sister, the one who peed herself.
That was her fear, one founded by the first person with the courage to remark on the sight. Would it be Riou to tell her it'd be all right? Would it be Flik or Eilie putting in an honest effort to make her feel better? Maybe even Pilika could chime in with a smile or something? Nope, it was Chaco. "Hahahahahaha! Wow, that's rich! And you were lecturing me on responsibility in Two River! Some 'big girl' you are!"
It was harsh, but Nanami couldn't argue. She had failed, made herself look incompetent, pitiful. She still was, even as she was being mocked, she was still peeing. It had eased up, though it was still quite violent, and unceasing. It wasn't the only water she'd be producing either, as she couldn't help it again and began crying, wails and all.
She didn't even realize how loud she was sobbing until there was no splashing from the puddle beneath her to drown it out. Somehow, her bladder had finally emptied. She had to admit, there was some satisfaction to being finished, her episode was over, and she didn't feel like she might explode with the force of Viktor igniting fire spears. But those tiny comforts were erased, as soon as she opened her eyes, reddened and swollen, and saw everyone staring at her. Why wouldn't they be, she had just humiliated herself, wasn't that a funny sight? She had the right to be upset, and she exercised that right. "D-don't look at me," she shouted, running off into the woods like it wasn't too late for that.
Five minutes earlier, this kind of privacy would have been the best possible outcome, a place she could let loose and leave this whole mess simply a close call. But now, after she had already ashamed her entire being, the dark void only served as a reflection of her inner self: black, cold, and alone. Not that it would embarrass her any further at this point, but without anyone to see, she fell to her eyes and started a second round of tears.
"Nanami?" Was actually having a little time to herself to cry too much to ask? Why did Riou have to come over?
"J-just leave me alone. I'm not worth worrying about." She waved her brother away, refusing to look anywhere near him.
"We're still looking for Teresa, remember? Come on, I can't have someone chickening out on us. The only way we're going to win this war is to be strong, no matter what troubles are thrown at us."
"But I'm pathetic! I can't help you, I'm just a burden who should fade away and be paid no mind."
"...okay, let me tell you something. Back when me and Jowy's brigade was attacked by Luca Blight, when we escaped and were on the run. We could have disappeared into the shadows where we'd never be found, or we could have stayed with Viktor and Flik where we'd be safe. But you know what Jowy was adamant about? That we infiltrate Highland territory, when we were already branded traitors, and get into Kyaro. Not to retrieve some item, or say goodbye to his family. It was to make sure you were with us."
That was a part of the story she hadn't heard before. With great difficulty, she choked back her tears, and faced Riou, bending down and extending a hand to pull her to her feet. "J-Jowy said that?"
"Yep. You know him just as well as I do, would he have gone so far if he didn't believe in you?"
All at once, it was like a heavy weight was lifted off her shoulders. There was still a lot of lingering misery, but she felt...relieved, like the feeling of blissful release had only just hit her. Without any assistance, she jumped back to stand, towering above her brother for a second before he righted himself. "W-well, of course! I knew he had faith in me all this time! We're friends! In fact, I was the one protecting you two when we were little!"
Riou chuckled. "Yeah, you were. Guess I'm only paying back the favor now, huh?"
"Oh, come on! You don't owe me anything! Just end this war, and the three of us can live in peace somewhere! Then we'll be even!"
"You're feeling alright now?"
"Sure! Momentary setback, it's all good. Just need to take a bath when we get back to the dorms." She started marching back towards their team, a very noticeable spring in her step, despite the added discomfort so much leg movement caused.
Riou smiled, this was more like the Nanami he knew. It took her a minute this time, the constant stress taking a toll on her, but she still bounced back. He had to sprint to catch up with her lead. Things would be okay.
Well, Nanami still had one concern. "Hey, I know he trusts me, and wouldn't think less of me or anything like that, but...please don't tell Jowy about this when we see him again."
"I...I don't think this will be what we talk about when we meet," Riou replied, suddenly somber.
"Good! Let's just get this over with, so I can wash myself off!" Everyone was safe, Nanami was back in good spirits, and they still had a lead towards finding Teresa and securing an alliance with Greenhill. Everything was on track. Except, if they did find someone at the end of this maze, Nanami was determined to hang back, out of sight. Couldn't have the rest of the team looking bad. |
The woods had grown boring. Nash Latkje, special agent of the Harmonian Southern Defense Force, had been wandering through this forest for what felt like days, and he was running low on resources and supplies from the hike. Not that his training hadn't prepared him for hardships such as these, but the strain was still taking its toll on his constitution. "I'm never going to get anything done at this rate," he complained, voice weak from exhaustion.
"Stop whining up there, I can hardly sleep with your chatter ringing in my ears." The lack of energy could almost squarely be blamed on the passenger taking residence on Nash's back. A young woman with pale skin and white hair, practically albino, was attempting to rest on top of bags and boxes only secured by Nash's shoulders, in the middle of the afternoon no less.
The question certainly occurred to him why he was even putting up with her laziness. "If it's so hard to sleep, then get up and carry your own things."
"Talk like that again, and you can kiss that information goodbye," she retorted, yawning.
The two met in the abandoned Blue Moon Village, where the woman, whose name she revealed to be Sierra Mikain, was the only remaining resident, which made her Nash's only lead. His job was to research information on the True Runes, with Harmonia's ally Highland moving to war, that kind of knowledge could be vital. Problem was, the nature of the True Runes wasn't recorded in any kind of book, making the only source he could go to the Rune Bearers. And with Sierra the only survivor of the Moon Rune's Blue Moon Village, that made her all he had. Which meant he had to do her bidding, carrying her to Muse to appease her.
"Although, there is a way you can give me some energy," Sierra offered, a very sultry seductive tone evident in her voice. She spun around and slid lower down, swinging her legs around Nash's waist and pressing her face close to his neck, close enough where her cold breath made his hairs stand on edge. Opening her mouth with the smack of her saliva splitting, her lips surrounded Nash's nape as her sharp fangs pierced the tough skin.
With reflexes so quick they could only belong to a veteran fighter, Nash's left hand let go of its grip on the luggage to aim a hidden anchor wire at Sierra's head, forcing her retreat. "Hey, we agreed there'd be no blood-sucking, you old witch!"
That was the other trait Sierra harbored, which meant one more nuisance Nash had to put up with. Sierra wasn't human, or at least, hadn't been in a very long time. The power of the Moon Rune had turned her into a vampire, granting her immortality, along with the ability to spread her affliction to others at will through a bite. This alone made Nash incredibly wary about accompanying her, considering his knowledge of the vampire massacre in North Window long ago, until Sierra lectured him with a history and biology lesson on vampires too long for him to pay attention to. The most he was able to gather was that, as the owner of the Moon Rune, Sierra didn't need to suck blood to survive.
The coven mistress was prepared to attack Nash for making fun of her age, but that proved to be unnecessary. The change in balance he caused to himself in order to strike back took away his footing, the gravity of his cargo pulling him down to his right, sending the two colliding in a crash of personal items. They splayed out among the goods, neither in control of their positioning upon hitting the dirt. Didn't stop Sierra, on top, from elbowing Nash in the side of the head when his open hand happened to stop Sierra's bare thigh from hitting the ground.
However, he wasn't the only one feeling pain now, as Sierra realized soon after. The source was quite different, but it was no less worrying, that warm ache emanating from her stomach. Even with the extra power provided as a vampire, Sierra still had a bladder of her own, one that still required tending to. And the harsh landing in the dirt had reminded her, it would certainly like to be emptied, possibly into that same dirt, watering the same grass it sprouted. While a lack of blood meant that wasn't fluids adding to her strain, she still needed water, and however much she had taken from Nash's supply was proving to be a mistake.
Living in a lone cabin in the woods for centuries, answering nature's call like that was hardly a foreign concept. Sierra wasn't even a shy girl. No, the obstacle now was Nash. With the whole thigh grope incident still fresh in her mind, probably because she hadn't moved off of Nash yet, she had no faith that a man like him wouldn't take a peek if she were to expose herself out in the open. Humans were such primitive, base creatures.
Which left her with the pressing question of what she could do? Frankly, she didn't have the energy or drive to wander far enough off the road to remain unseen, if she could even give a reasonable explanation for her absence (or a threat not to question it). But she'd lose her ride if she nodded off on his back and subsequently peed herself. Could she even hold it?
"Hey! Get the hell off me, you bat!" Or maybe she should take things one step at a time, that first step being unpinning Nash. Of course, she did so very slowly, allowing him to breathe again, coughing at the sudden influx of oxygen.
Sierra had no sympathy, of course. "Hurry and pick all that up, it'll be dark soon."
"Why didn't we take a carriage?"
"There weren't any in the last town, they had all been rented out."
Immediately afterwards, as if strictly to make her look dumb, the two picked up the approaching sound of bouncing, rolling wheels and clopping hooves. The source, as it trotted into view, was a wooden carriage pulled by two horses, its passengers a Kobold mother and her two sons, who were roughhousing playing with a wooden doll. Nash's gaze turned a side-eye to Sierra, exasperated and frustrated.
However, amidst the silence of the forest, their focus was inevitably pulled to the Kobolds making a ruckus. "Come on, lemme see it," the Kobold pup that didn't have the toy pleaded, reaching over their mom to take the doll by force.
"No, it's my turn," his brother shouted, leaning away to protect his figure, holding it outside the boundaries of the carriage to keep it out of reach.
"Boys, boys, please settle down," the mother reprimanded, reaching out to keep them separated and properly in their seats. However, the jolt of grabbing her son by the collar made him lose his grip, dropping the toy outside the carriage.
With the cart moving very slowly in its leisure ride, Nash had no trouble catching up, picking the wooden doll off the ground and returning it to the Kobolds. "There you go. Take care not to drop it again."
The mother pulled the reigns to the horses close to her chest, bringing the steeds to a halt. "Thank you very much, sir." She turned her children's heads to look at Nash. "Thank the nice man, kids."
The kid who dropped the toy gave his gratitude, but his brother instead tugged on his mother's sleeve. "Mom, I gotta go tinkle."
With the vehicle already stopped, there was no reason to refuse the request. "Alright, go on that tree right there," the mother instructed, pointing to a tree within easy view. Many would find the lack of privacy a deal-breaker, but the Kobold pup wasn't concerned with modesty, he just needed to go. Lifting a leg to climb over the wall, he jumped out of the carriage, running to the aforementioned tree with a paw on his crotch. As soon as he reached the trunk, he quickly shoved his pants down, reaching both hands to his front and aiming a clear, healthy stream of liquid, splashing and streaming down the rough bark into a puddle by the roots.
Nash thought nothing of it, that's just what you need to do, and looked away to give the kid his earned privacy. Sierra didn't look either, for entirely different reasons. Of course, she had to deal with someone else peeing when she really needed to go, and while she could and did avert her eyes, there wasn't much she could do to avoid hearing it. At least, not with only one free hand, as the other was tugging on the front hem of her skirt, pulling it down for no logical reason other than to give that hand something to grip and keep it busy, anything to prevent it from being too obvious by slipping between her legs.
Thankfully, for the sake of her own sanity and dryness, the leak didn't take very long. Less than a minute and the pup was done, shaking himself dry and pulling his pants back up to bound back to the carriage. "All set, mom!" Safe and relieved, the family urged the horses on, and their carriage rolled away, down the road and out of sight.
The lack of auditory stimulation slowly brought Sierra down from riding out her tall waves of bladder strain. She could feel her abdomen easing up on its torment, allowing her to remove the grip on her skirt, mere seconds before Nash looked at her once again. "It's going to be dark soon," he reminded. "We should start setting up camp before we can't see."
"Let's keep moving. There's a mansion nearby we can stay at."
That claim came out of nowhere, leaving Nash stunned, to put it lightly. "What?! When were you going to tell me?"
"I just did. Now pick up my stuff and carry me," Sierra commanded, practically falling asleep on her feet.
"This information can't be worth this much hassle," Nash lamented, yet he still bent down to gather their personal items. "I'd certainly like to spend a night in a real bed, though." The side of the road the two were inhabiting was soon bustling with the grunts and crashes of a poor man torturing himself with heavy packing.
Of course, Sierra was suffering through torture of her own. She was at the phase of desperation where she was once again eyeing all the foliage, thinking about what would happen should she run behind any of it and unleash her body's contents in a nice warm stream. She was pretty tempted to do just that, it would certainly feel really nice. Just squat and take care of business, with a messy puddle to show for it.
If only Nash wasn't right there. If she were to sneak away, he could either follow her to be a pervert, or abandon her in the middle of nowhere for the way she treated him. Either way, she wouldn't give him the chance, she'd be sticking by him. Men were nothing more than miserable little piles of secrets, he'd be doomed without a generous vampire to protect him.
There was another reason she couldn't simply tell him she needed to whiz, either. Vampires had very slow metabolism, which allowed for their long lives and limited diet. And because of that unusual biology, Sierra's cycle of fluids progressed at a far slower rate than humans. As such, she hadn't needed any sort of bathroom break since the two had met. Now was hardly the time to introduce that little fact about her body.
"Sierra! Get over here, or I'm leaving you behind," Nash called. That's all she needed to hear to confirm her views of dumb humans. It was also what she wanted to hear, because it meant her seat was free to take once more. Slowly, with a heaviness in her step, she climbed back onto Nash's back, who had long since given up arguing, nodding off to sleep within minutes. Whatever she'd need to do about peeing, it could wait until she'd gotten some rest.
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"Hey, hag! Is this the place you were talking about?!" Nash attempted to hit Sierra on the head to forcibly wake her up, but with her eyes still closed, she managed to intercept the blow.
What a rude awakening. "There are better ways to wake a lady, you know," she loudly yawned, wiping her eyes clear.
"Well, you're certainly not like any lady I know."
"Thank you," Sierra accepted, knowing full well it wasn't meant to be taken as a compliment. She arced her head up to look ahead of them, and sure enough, she saw a large, gothic mansion shrouded in darkness. Suddenly, the vampire was awake, and on guard. "Yes, this is the place." She hopped off Nash's back, wiping her clothes off to look cleaner and more presentable.
However, that landing on the hard soil was the kind of wake-up call she didn't need. The impact rippled through her body, resonating in everything malleable from her ankles to her neck, and that included her quite full bladder. All that pent-up urine jumped at once, creating a powerful force attempting to force its way out, with a stinging stab of agonizing pain, to the point there was the faintest idea she would wet herself there.
In a stroke of good fortune for the vampire, that fear never came to pass, not even a tiny leak, her underwear remained dry, for the time being. A lucky break, to be sure, but one that wasn't likely to repeat. She would need to stave off the need through actions of her own, starting by bouncing on her heels, biting her bottom lip.
She couldn't have picked a worse time to outwardly show her need, as that's when the front door opened, and on the other side stood a well-dressed butler. She didn't even notice that Nash had knocked. "My apologies, sir, but we are not accepting unsolicited visitors at this time," the servant informed.
"S-sorry, it's just...we're wandering travelers, and we were hoping you would be willing to house us for the night."
"The master has made his intentions clear, no uninvited guests..." The butler was repeating himself in denying Nash, but he stopped when he noticed the smaller, more distant Sierra, still as a stone. "Oh, my apologies, I was not aware that Miss Sierra was traveling with you." He stood aside, opening the path into the foyer. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."
Sierra walked in while Nash stood by, dumbfounded, at the sudden change in attitude. It was only once the door was nearly closed behind them that he was snapped back to his senses, bolting inside to catch up to the two. "Sierra, you know the person who lives in a mansion like this?"
His question went unacknowledged. "Is your master in at the moment," Sierra asked the butler.
"He has requested that he not be disturbed. However, I will be sure to inform him that the Founder has come to visit. For the time being, I'll have a room prepared for you and your..." The butler looked at Nash, his face sneering with disdain. "...mule."
"I also expect a bath and meal," Sierra demanded.
The butler bowed. "That is to be expected. Please, this way, miss." He led the way towards the quarters the two travelers would be sharing for the night.
On the walk there, Nash leaned down to Sierra, whispering to remain unheard by their host. "So, the guy who owns this place is a vampire, isn't he?"
"What gives you that impression," she replied, matching the low, breathy volume.
"They know you, by a fancy title no less, and that dismissal of me? I've heard that exact same tone from you."
"Hmph. I suppose even humans can be perceptive. There's also a signature, suffocating bloodlust in the air that follows any gathering of vampires."
"Really? I didn't notice that part."
Sierra groaned. "Then you're even denser than I thought. You can't leave your guard down around blood-sucking creeps like these."
"Self-loathing much there?"
"I only suck blood because I want to. It's totally incomparable. So don't go off on your own in this creepy place, unless you suddenly want to be sucked dry."
"Do I have to accompany you to the bath too? I have no desire to see naked grand-" He couldn't even get the insult out before Sierra knew how it would end, retaliating with a burst of magic, stinging Nash through his clothes, silencing him with nothing more than a yelp of pain.
Yet somehow, their bickering went unnoticed by the butler, or rather, he simply didn't intervene, until they reached a closed wooden door at the end of a dimly-lit hallway. "Please, make yourselves comfortable." He opened the door and guided Nash and Sierra inside, allowing them to see where they'd be staying during the night, and it certainly wasn't some forgotten side room. It was large, clean, decorated with various adornments and furniture, soft chairs, a fireplace, and one large bed. "Someone will be in to inform you when dinner or the bath is prepared. If you'll excuse me." The butler bowed and left the two alone, closing the door behind him.
Immediately, Nash ran to one of the couches, jumping into a laying-down position with a slight bounce upon impact. "Man, this place is swanky! Sure is welcome after all that time in the wilderness!"
"Don't get comfortable. I've got a hunch that tonight isn't going to be peaceful."
"With vampires? That's to be expected. So long as it's after supper, I'm starving for a good meal!"
"If I can even stay awake that long," Sierra lamented, covering her mouth with a yawn. Slowly, she stumbled over to the same couch, falling on top of Nash, eyes half-closed and mouth hanging open. "Come on, give me some energy."
Even pinned, Nash still had the strength to push her off. "I quite like my blood inside my body, thank you very much!"
Sierra was thrown off her human prey, landing on her stomach on the carpeted floor beneath. And that soft crash brought her need, forgotten in her drowsiness, back to the forefront of her attention. After all, she had yet to empty her bladder, and it was starting to get annoying. No, worse than annoying, demanding. Demanding that she find the restroom and drain herself of all those pesky liquids she had ingested.
Most would expect a mansion to be the easiest location to be having this problem. A huge home like this would have bathrooms around every corner, just go to one. If only this place wasn't so passively hostile. She wasn't kidding when she said it was dangerous to go alone in here, and even with her superior vampire powers, she was outnumbered and exhausted. So, unless she asked Nash to come with her to the bathroom, like a little girl, it simply wasn't safe to follow the logical, easy solution.
Nope, she'd need to just hold it. Hopefully, sleeping would make the time go by faster, quick enough that the events of the night to come would pass by before the desperate need became unbearable. Pushing herself up to her feet, Sierra trudged to the bed, crashing onto the soft mattress, face down and suffocating in the quilt. "I expect you to be punctual in visiting me, Rean," she slurred, muffled through the blanket.
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It was dark when they arrived, but now, it was pitch-black outside. In the intervening time, they had been served a wonderfully prepared dinner, and Sierra had left the room in a huff when Nash began flirting with the maid tending to them, leading to a long, warm, and lonely bath. Now, she had returned to her permanent spot of the bed, currently wishing she had dealt with the disgusting implications and just peed in the bath. Would have saved her the pain she was experiencing now.
It was so bad, in fact, that she couldn't even sleep, an outcome she couldn't have imagined before now. Instead, she was laying on her back, hands folded above her stomach, attempting to focus on the ceiling instead of her body. It wasn't working. All she could picture now was her overfilled bladder, pulsating and bursting at the seams. Leaks of any magnitude had yet to manifest, a testament to her willpower, but she couldn't shake the disastrous mental image of the white clothes she wore beneath her blue cape rapidly turning a darker color.
And then there was what laid beyond the door giving her cause for worry. Much like a child terrified of the monsters that lurked in the night, Sierra was kept awake by what she thought laid just outside their room. Yes, the denizens of the mansion were fellow vampires, but she had no misconception about their friendliness, or rather, lack thereof. So close to her kind, after everything that had happened with the Moon Rune, there'd be an assault soon, enough reason to be on edge.
Could she wait it out? No, no chance, she knew. There was no telling how long the vampires would wait before beginning their attack, meanwhile, it was absolutely evident there wasn't much time before this bed was soaked in her urine. And getting into a fight right now could only end in disaster. So, all she could do was run out to the bathroom before anything bad could leap for her. But, alone, on the toilet? That was the worst place to be interrupted.
"I'm...so what do I do now?" Her teeth were clenched and her legs rubbed against one another, shifting the blankets around, catching them between her knees, adding them to the creation of friction agitating and burning her smooth legs. The strain, blood flushing across her cheeks as her body turned hot beneath the sheets, sweat rolling from her forehead and down her thighs. She hadn't even noticed, until she felt the dampness beneath her waist. "Ah, no no no...oh, right. Haven't leaked yet." It was very telling that she almost believed her bladder had given up.
If she was confined to this bedroom, what were her options? Her mind was first drawn to the window, just balance a squat on the windowsill and do it out into the night. Unfortunately, that window simply would not open, they had tried. Even the advice from the maid accomplished nothing. Guess the owners took every measure to ensure she couldn't escape. There was an empty vase in the room, she had noted, but it was clearly for decoration only. That's why it was on a high shelf, out of reach. Hell, at this point, Sierra even weighed the possibilities of cutting her losses and spraying down a corner, but "spray" was the correct word. She had to pee bad, on a hard wooden floor, it'd be loud, cacophonous, deafening, it was sure to wake Nash in time to see her disgracing herself to the highest degree.
That was the first time a new consideration had appeared. "Nash." Her head rolled, turning her gaze over to Nash, confined to sleeping on the couch. Was he really her only means of escaping this drenched fate? Wake him up, demand he accompany her to the bathroom, and have him serve as lookout while she did her business. If she could even trust him to serve as a competent line of defense. Not that she trusted her panties to serve as adequate defense should she not rely on him, but what was the better of two terrible choices? Honestly, she couldn't tell.
She was hesitant, extremely so, until her extremely pained bladder hit her again with a vengeance, making its mark with a sudden, searing, localized agony. She had been stroking her legs, but now she had to squeeze them together right at the crotch, forcing them with as much pressure as she could muster, to counter the internal pressure working overtime to turn external. The strain put Sierra in such a trance, she couldn't even tell who was succeeding. No doubt she could feel moisture around her sensitive parts, but it could be either sweat or urine. The only certainty was, if she had to push herself to that limit again, it was guaranteed to be urine next time.
"Ggghghgh, do I even have a choice?" Like it or not, Nash was the only available alternative to wetting herself. Both were undesirable, conclusions to her predicament that should have been far below her, but when push came to shove, she'd rather be dry. "Hey! Nash!" Her shout echoed through the large, dead room, yet even letting the call sit, Nash didn't stir. "Damn it, how the hell can you sleep through that? Don't you need to be alert for attacks? Nash! NASH!"
Only through that louder cry was Nash pulled back into the waking world. He propped his head up, looking at Sierra with tired, irritated eyes. "What?! What's so important that you need to wake me up?!"
"You are coming with me to the restroom, right this second." There was no shame, it was a demand, a simple statement, an unequivocal truth. "And I'm not going to stand for any slowness on your part."
Out of it, having just been forcibly awakened, Nash was silent for a minute while the request sunk in, leaving Sierra squirming under the blankets in the meanwhile. Eventually, while his vampire roommate was struggling to stay dry, begging for a response, he reacted. "Ha...hahahahaha! Oh, the mighty Sierra, the vampire vastly superior to humans, is too afraid of the dark to go to the bathroom by herself? Oh, I couldn't have made that up if I tried!"
Sierra, face already crimson from the effort of holding, couldn't get any redder in her anger. And the worst part was, despite how much she wanted to, she couldn't formulate a retort. He wasn't wrong. The reason she wasn't going alone was because she was worried about being attacked. Not by some nameless, imaginary monster, the threat was very real, but the concept was similar. Too similar for her liking.
The two conceptions were so similar, in fact, that she lost her will to fight back. She couldn't rely on being threatening enough to will Nash to do her bidding, not with him laughing at her, so she couldn't win a verbal argument. Instead, in a stunning display of uncharacteristic timidity, her voice fell into close to a whisper, only audible thanks to the dead of the night offering no background noise, even the wind being silent. "Yes. Please, help."
Nash's laughing stopped in an instant, and he almost fell off the couch in shock. Sierra acting...humble? Ladylike? Dependent? The surprises were just never-ending tonight. The sad way she was begging, asking for his assistance, there was only one way he could take it. "After everything you've done to me? No. Take care of it yourself." He laid back down, rolling to face the back of the couch to prevent eye contact between the two.
Sierra would take that opportunity to kill Nash, if she was even able. It was all she could manage to avoid an accident, fingertips digging deep, through her underwear, to put everything she had into physically holding, because internal muscles were starting to falter. A trickle of urine slipped out of her bladder, and only clenching herself kept it from leaking into her panties. Soon, there'd be too much of a flood behind the dam to possibly expect success. She only had one chance to convince Nash before there would no longer be a point. "What do I need to do to get you to agree? Promise to stop insulting you? Take you along for the rest of my adventure? Take my top off? I'm begging you, what do I need to do?!" Her voice cracked, giving away how choked up she was getting over this plight.
It was a lucky break, because the sound of a girl crying awoke something in Nash. He wasn't the chivalrous type, it had nothing to do with being an honorable man, but something a lot more personal. "Julie..." Against his logical judgment, he jumped to his feet with a spring, approaching Sierra in her bed. "Fine, I'll help. Get up."
She wasn't surprised at the assistance, considering how she was requesting it, and she was the kind of woman who got what she wanted. Problem was, it was no longer enough. "I...I can't move."
"I'm not carrying you again." Rolling his eyes, he reached out and yanked her blankets down past her feet, exposing the delicate way her legs were folded over one another. Wearing nothing more than a gown, nearly all of her legs visible, as she shook and squeaked under the stress, hands covering her private area, lips parted and eyes closed. If only she hadn't constantly mistreated him over the last few days, it might have been a pleasant image. Instead, he merely groaned in disdain, reaching out and forcefully grabbing her shoulders and pulling her out of bed, standing her up straight. "You can walk on your own."
Sierra wasn't so sure. The sudden, involuntary change in posture wrought havoc on her bladder. A jump like that, no one could ride that out without any side effects. The pee that had been attempting to spurt out finally had an opening. A small, warm drop of urine spread across a small portion of her womanhood, jolting her to attention, with her eyes shooting open, and one of her fangs piercing into her bottom lip.
All of a sudden, she had a rush of adrenaline coursing through every vein in her body. After all, while her life didn't depend on running to the toilet, her clothes definitely did, and that was just as imperative in her mind. Her muscles, previously locked up across her entire person, simultaneously loosened, allowing her to bolt from the room, grabbing Nash's hand and dragging him along, faster than he could keep up.
As a creature of the night, the total lack of illumination did nothing to inconvenience Sierra, she was able to keep footing and turn corners with no missteps. That was one variable taken care of cleanly, but the other was still a major obstacle; as her first time in this mansion, she had no clue where the bathroom was. She knew where the bath was, but that room had no toilet. She was navigating blind, and with no outward indicator of the room each door housed, she had nothing to work off of. "Where the hell's the toilet?!"
"Stop pulling! It's right there!" Without even processing what Nash had shouted at her, Sierra stopped just because he shouted, only stopping to think as she skidded to a halt. She looked in every direction, frantic like prey on the run from a predator, and was indeed greeted with a door.
Reaching out to the doorknob, slow enough to appear as fear, she turned the handle and pushed the door in. And while it was shrouded in shadow, she could make out that it was indeed a toilet. "How did you know this was it? I told you not to leave the room alone!"
"Is now really the right time to be going after me? You're leaking."
That shut Sierra up real fast, and in the vacuum of silence, she heard the last of her strength breaking. And it sounded like light drops of liquid falling into the carpet. Only then did she realize, just how warm and wet her crotch had gotten while she wasn't paying attention. Nash was right, she was out of time, to the minute. There was literally zero time to argue, leaving her with no choice but to turn around and run into the bathroom, reaching an arm back to slam the door shut behind her.
Alone in a dark room hardly bigger than a closet, Sierra was faced with the open toilet. Honestly, she was a lot luckier than most in this situation. Centuries ago, while she still lived in human civilization, toilets weren't a thing that had been invented yet. And the Blue Moon Village, in the middle of the forest, was not privy to their luxury once they had become commonplace. She had used them more recently, when she slept in inns while venturing to visit the humans, but she had never developed an instinctual demand to void her bladder while in the facility's presence.
Unfortunately, it meant nothing, when her bladder was about to drain of its own volition. The one hand that had yet to let go of her groin registered a growing warmth on the palm, and it wasn't stopping. "Ngh, nn, n-no..." What horrible timing it would be to wet herself with only one step left to go, an ironic fate she couldn't allow to pass. "I'm gonna whiz if it kills me!" With her hand already gripping her underwear, it was a simple matter to pull them down around her knees. It wasn't easy, pulling on one point in the middle was a lot more awkward than pulling from the sides, and a lot more wet, but the same result was basically accomplished.
A mere second later, she dropped her butt onto the toilet seat, getting lucky with her skirt being pressed up by the seat, instead of getting caught between her rear and the porcelain. It wouldn't have mattered, the fear of further soaking her clothes held no power, not against her muscles pushed to the brink of exhaustion. She needed to pee, and it was happening now.
Soon enough, the room was reverberating the low sound of a powerful torrent of urine slamming against the inner bowl of the toilet, the sheer force and forward angle causing an impact above the lingering water. It didn't matter, either way, it'd be loud, deafening even. It was amazing that Sierra could even hear her own thoughts over the waterfall cacophony.
She would have been able to guess her thoughts regardless, there wasn't much complexity or nuance. "Ooooooohhhhh, that's wonderful..." Her head fell in a heavy sigh, maybe more like a moan, as she shuddered in relief, sending the angle of her pee stream haywire. Her knees turned inwards as she released the tension her body had been unintentionally carrying, allowing her urine to flow out at an even heavier rate, with the speed to propel it directly into the water. The result was an tenfold increase in volume, ensuring any noise she made could never be heard. And she couldn't help but make full use of that happy little benefit. "Haaaaahhhhh, I've never had to go that bad before, and I never want to again...but this feels so good."
Yes, the relief washing over her body was wonderful, a fantastic type of ecstasy she rarely felt without a man keeping her company, covering the skin on her arms and legs with goosebumps. She couldn't help it, she moaned again, a long, drawn-out moan with rising and falling pitch and tone. It lasted so long, it outlasted the rush of water quieting to a trickle, making her unseemly and immodest sounds audible, probably throughout the rest of the mansion. It didn't stop her, of course, but she took care not to repeat it once the moan ended naturally.
Shortly afterwards, her bladder ran dry, reducing her output to lingering, broken drops falling irregularly to join with their brethren, before ending completely with nary a splash to stimulate her ears. "Phew, happy I'm good enough to wait long enough," she boasted, ripping off some nearby toilet paper and drying herself off. Not just her crotch, but the small traces down her legs too. And soaking up a little of the moisture drenched into her underwear, where very little could be done. The white garment was badly tinged by the color of a vampire's urine, dyed a red hue by the blood diet. She'd just have to live with the gross warmth permanently cradling her privates. The thought occurred to her that it might be a little exciting to ditch the panties, but in a skirt like hers around a man like Nash? Trouble waiting to happen.
Speaking of Nash, he was ostensibly still waiting outside, standing guard to buy time for her to do her business. Hopefully he hadn't been abducted while she was preoccupied, a fact she wasn't too sure of herself, expecting to be met with no one as she opened the door to leave back into the hallway. Of course, there was no need to be concerned, if she even was, as Nash was standing right there, leaning against the wall to the side of the door. "You know, it's really difficult to listen out for attackers while you're making a racket in there," he criticized.
"I can't help it. Women like me get very excitable and loud. Definitely not the first time I've moaned like thaaaaa..." Sierra's voice trailed off as she wobbled in her stance, falling over and relying on Nash's frame to keep her upright. "Great, I'm still exhausted and now I'm dehydrated." She looked up at his face, looking down at her with confusion as to what she was doing, a confusion she was happy to clear up, baring her fangs. "You know what would solve both problems?"
Rolling his eyes with a disdainful sigh, Nash pushed Sierra off, letting her fall to the floor. It wasn't so bad, her fall was broken by the carpet. "I don't know how you expect me to protect you if you insist on keeping me malnourished."
"Who says I need you to protect me? You have no idea what secrets I'm hiding or what I'm capable of."
"That's nice. You're still human. You stand no chance against vampires actively out for your blood."
"I seem to have been holding my own so far."
"You're lucky I'm the worst you've had to deal with. Hell, you're lucky to have me around, period. You're never going to find a better..." Once again, her voice trailed off, this time because of something else pulling her attention away. "I know I was more concerned with other matters, but...how did I miss this much bloodlust in the air? I sensed it before, but this is a whole other level."
With his attention drawn to it, Nash began looking around, diverting all his senses towards feeling the atmosphere. "Now that you mention it, there certainly is quite the heavy stench of danger." He reached into his coat, pulling out a small, card-sized sheet of paper. "I'm prepared."
"With one talisman? Good luck with that."
"I don't need you wishing for me, I've got enough luck as it is."
"Well then, let's see how far your luck carries you." Sierra readied herself for a fight, while Nash prepared his hidden arsenal of weapons. Their night was far from over, a fact Sierra quietly lamented. "I hope you're prepared to see us, Rean." |
Fredegund of Astrasia was wandering the halls of the large Castle Ratselhaft, poking her head around, worry splayed across her face. She had only been in this castle for a week, after all, its many rooms and four floors were foreign to her. Very recently, she had been a part of the Order of the One True Way, its message of finding peace in the one predetermined path giving her hope after her lowest moment of losing her home of Pharamond. It was only after a duel with her pride and joy older sister, Chrodechild, that awakened her sensibilities, her connection to the legendary Divine Edge, and her desire to see justice prevailed. That's why she joined Viele Wege Company in opposition to the Order. And to be closer to her sister once again.
She was unable to get that second wish. The two had a little time to reconnect as the Company stationed itself in Pharamond when they recaptured the city, when Fredegund was brought to the ways of the Starbearers, but it couldn't last. Chrodechild, along with Liu and their leader Sieg, had been pulled into a Gateway when archivists of the Order snuck into Pharamond to steal the Chronicles, and nothing had been heard from them since. The Company returned to Ratselhaft to await their return, now that Pharamond was no longer safe, and while everyone said they weren't giving up hope for Sieg, Liu, and Chrodechild's return, there was this air of discomfort about it, like they were denying the truth they could all see.
However, that wasn't the reason Fredegund was worried right now. She just wasn't thinking about it; if she did, she'd break down and become useless. No, the problem now was that Fredegund was lost. She was too afraid to ask for a tour around the castle, and with so many rooms, trying to find one specific room was like finding a needle in a haystack. As such, she spent most of the prior week sitting quietly in the quarters of Chrodechild's Blades of Night's Veil, Meruvis and Roberto not knowing how to approach her.
However, every once in a while, she would need to venture out to search for one specific location: the restroom. Fredegund was capable in the field, but her bladder wasn't bottomless. A massive castle like this had to have a bathroom somewhere, but Fredegund had yet to find it, and couldn't build up the courage to ask. Each time she made the journey out to find relief, she'd check another wing, in the hopes it would finally have the closet she was looking for.
By now, she was starting to doubt there even was one. It had been a week now, three checks a day before she got sick of searching and instead ran outside to use the cover of Flesaria Forest as her toilet. Given how many failures her hunts had produced, she could only surmise that each of the Starbearers was doing the same. It wasn't like she wasn't used to relieving herself in a natural environment, it was just a little less than ideal. But when Fredegund needed it as bad as she currently did, it was still a perfect alternative.
Thankfully, there was no one visible in the forest directly outside the castle's entrance archway. Fredegund didn't see the need to wander far, lest she get lost, so long as she hid behind the flora enough to hide her actions. Not to mention, she didn't want to suffer with her bladder for longer than necessary. Squirming, wiggling her hips, she gingerly placed one hand over the crotch of her pants and briskly walked over to the nearby bushes and ferns.
She reached the patch of soil that would soon become her bathroom, hooking her thumbs over the waistband of her pants, ready to pull them down. That is, until she heard the sound of multiple pairs of boots trampling the path up to the castle. This would ordinarily be enough reason for Fredegund to halt her actions, she wasn't okay with anyone besides her sister seeing her pee, even if they couldn't see the details. Well, that's exactly what happened. As the mystery people approached past the treeline separating their views of each other, Fredegund could see their identities. Aside from one young adult male and a young woman, both with pale skin and tattooed lines over their bodies, the rest were easily identifiable. Sieg, Liu (with tattoos of his own now), and... "Sister!"
Chrodechild jumped in surprise at the exclamation, not used to hearing Fredegund's voice after years apart. She also couldn't have predicted her sister charging her, arms spread wide, the bottom corners of her eyes growing moist. "Sister, you've returned!" She jumped onto Chrodechild with a hug, the elder sister only just able to hold her ground. "I didn't know if you would return!"
"There's no reason to be so sad, Fredegund," Chrodechild comforted, awkwardly petting her sister's head, buried in her chest. "We can't disappear yet, not when there's still work to do."
"Yeah, no one can decide when we die besides ourselves," Sieg boasted. "Liu, gather everyone in the Grand Hall, we've got a plan!"
"We do?" Whatever Sieg had in his head, Liu wasn't clued in. "Alright, I'm sure everyone will want to know what happened to us anyway. Be up soon!" Liu and the new guys ran inside, Sieg following quickly after.
Just as soon as everyone returned, Chrodechild and Fredegund were alone. "I was really worried about you, sister," Fredegund choked out, not entirely successfully choking back tears.
"You give yourself too little credit. You don't need me. You're plenty able to handle yourself."
"That's not true! When I was alone, that's when the Order was able to wriggle their way into my heart. I need someone to be a pillar for me."
"You're stronger than you think. A weak woman wouldn't be able to put up a fight against the commander of the Blades of Night's Veil."
"But you always beat me. You're what I aspire to be, but when I look at you, I can see how far I have to go."
"It only looks so far because you always look down on yourself. If you were to raise your head proudly, you'd see just how truly close to me you are." Chrodechild didn't expect herself to say something so eloquent, more befitting of her title as Princess of Astrasia. As such, there was a long silence, where neither of the sisters could properly follow that statement. "We should hurry and make our way to the Grand Hall. I imagine the rest of the Starbearers are anxiously awaiting the tale of our escape from the Gateway."
"Y-yes, we should," Fredegund concurred. With nothing more to say, they climbed the stairs into the castle in silence.
Only as the greens of nature were swallowed by the entranceway behind them was Fredegund reminded why she embarked outdoors in the first place. "Mmph!" Her bladder reminded her harshly with a wave of desperation what she was interrupted from at the last second, and how well-timed that little break would have been. She needed to go, no question about it. A part of her wanted to run back out to take care of business before it became unmanageable.
"Is something bothering you, Fredegund?" The gentle voice of Chrodechild was the only reason she didn't follow through.
That's right, she had no reason to be embarrassed, not with her sister here. She could ask where the true bathroom was without fear of revealing a private part of any woman's life, and if there was none, there'd be no shame in admitting she needed to step outside for a few minutes. Like she said, Chrodechild was her pillar, her anchor to strength.
But first things first, there was the gathering in the Grand Hall, something she didn't want to be late for, nor did she want to hold up her sister from attending the same event. "Nothing to be concerned about."
"If you insist." The two started the long climb up four stories of stairs to reach the Grand Hall, exertion that elicited another complaint from Fredegund's bladder. She now had to hope the meeting wouldn't take long.
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"Perhaps coming here without a break was a poor idea," Chrodechild quietly lamented as she stood on the stage of the Grand Hall, having all eyes on her meaning she couldn't press her legs together for relief. After all, she hadn't relieved herself since last night, giving more than enough time for bladder to fill once more. Her training prevented her from noticing the niggling discomfort until it became really distressing, as it had now. She could have afforded arriving a minute late in order to do her business first.
But what's done is done, she didn't use the bathroom, and now she was holding pee in front of all the Starbearers. She wasn't concerned with not being able to hold it, she could handle a little urine, but it would be a problem if this meeting took forever. Considering how much detail Sieg was delving into, regaling everyone with the tale of their being marooned in the Woodland Village of the Scribes, it could be a long time before Chrodechild was dismissed.
Eventually, the lecture turned from story-telling into the strategy of their next move. The plan in progress didn't involve retrieving the Chronicles that the Order stole from them, but instead was concentrated on protecting the now-defenseless Pharamond, especially with the Auster forces gathering in the nearby Fort Arc. "Split up into teams of four," Sieg ordered, "and we'll get right going through the Gateway to Pharamond!"
"Fredegund and I will be on the front lines," Chrodechild declared.
"Y-you would trust me with such a delicate task," Fredegund asked from the audience.
"We will accompany you as well, Lady Chrodechild," Meruvis declared. "It is only appropriate that the Blades of Night's Veil lead the vanguard in defending our home."
"Yeah, we can't let these guys keep overshadowing us," Roberto boasted.
Chrodechild nodded, with a proud smile on her face. "I thank you all, for standing beside me."
Unfortunately, despite her team now being ready, she couldn't leave just yet, not before official dismissal. Everyone else had to prepare their parties first, Sieg taking his friends from Citro Village, Diulf taking his retainers of the Furious Roar, the Porpos-kin banding together, now everyone was prepared. "Excellent, I'll give you all the chance to ready your equipment, and then we'll move out," Chrodechild suggested. This would serve as the perfect opportunity to relieve herself in the confusion.
"Vaslof's already at Fort Arc, we don't have much time," Liu warned.
Diulf puffed out his chest in pride. "The Tribe of the Furious Roar doesn't need to prepare! Our bodies provide us all the strength we need!"
"The blessings of Ninulneda will carry us into battle," Neira shouted with similar pride.
"Me and Jale have kept our armaments updated," Marica informed Sieg.
"Oh no..." Chrodechild needed that break, if everyone else threw the chance away, she couldn't be the one person saying otherwise. Almost every team had spoken, all that was left was her Blades of Night's Veil. She looked at them, hoping they'd pick up the hint.
"Lady Chrodechild, you should know we are always ready to move out at a moment's notice." Meruvis didn't catch the subtlety.
Now Chrodechild had no recourse, she had to enter battle with a filling bladder. Not unless she wanted to make a scene of asking for a minute herself, when it was a known fact, at least to Sieg and Liu, that she was equipped properly herself. She had no legitimate, non-revealing reason to refuse, so she couldn't. "Then we move to Pharamond!" A shout of soldiers at the ready filled the Grand Hall.
However, outside of attention, Fredegund was worried, bouncing on one heel. "Bad move, sister..."
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The Wilds of Veile to the northeast of Pharamond, practically a desert to rival the one surrounding the Magedom. The Order's forces, augmented by the Auster Folk, wandered the paths, providing more than enough obstacles for the Company. The teams had long since split up, leaving only the Blades of Night's Veil visible to Fredegund.
Not that she was paying much attention to the battle happening all around them. While it was bad form, to say the least, to get distracted while in the midst of an important conflict such as this, she really couldn't help it. She had to go really bad. It was all she could do to not grab herself so openly, so that everyone may know her concern.
The pain was exacerbated by the knowledge that she had a second chance to use a bathroom, one she passed up again. Their Gateway took them straight through Pharamond's castle, where she could no longer use the excuse that she didn't know where the restroom was. She grew up in that castle, she knew the toilet's location exactly, they passed right by it. If she could have just spoken up, asked for a minute, this whole ordeal would have ended right there. But she couldn't get the words out, no matter how much she desired them.
This crippling shyness left her longing for her time with the Order. Not in the way that she pined for those days, not with all the horrible things she did, but because she was an entirely different person in that armor. She had thrown her past away, and her identity along with it. She wasn't a princess of Astrasia, she wasn't Chrodechild's little sister, she was just a part of the Order's plans. She could be a lot more open, she had no problem saying she was heading into the trees, her bladder gave her no troubles then. While she was happier now, what she wouldn't give for an ounce of that bravery right now.
Fredegund's gaze turned to the side, where she could see Chrodechild, looking forward with a firm, trained stare, determined not to miss anything in the field. She was the model of a proper soldier, she always had been, the ideal Fredegund could never reach. Come to think of it, one of the qualities she admired about Chrodechild was how she never seemed to need a toilet break when the situation got serious. Whether she was blessed with a larger bladder or was just far better at hiding it, either way, she wished she could have that. Meanwhile, Fredegund would always interrupt training sessions to say she needed to pee.
Would it be so different if she did the same now? Every time she had to take a break during training, Chrodechild would always sheathe her sword with a smile, encouraging her little sister to go before it got too bad. Yes, the stakes were much higher now, but would the result be any different? Would Chrodechild be willing to cover her while she did her business now?
"Where are all our opponents," Roberto complained, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. "I'm ready to prove my strength!"
"Don't get cocky," Meruvis warned. "It's imperative we stay on our guard at all times."
"Agreed. All of us need to be focused. We are at Lord Sieg's disposal, and can't let him down. The Blades of Night's Veil are the pride of Astrasia, and we will act as such."
There was no arguing with Chrodechild, and Meruvis and Roberto submitted to their commander. "Yes, Lady Chrodechild."
"Why do you insist on denying me, sister," Fredegund whispered, adjusting her pants by pulling them higher, digging them into her crotch for relief without any need to grab herself, though she really wanted to do that too. With so much vigor in her speech, she considered that she may have misjudged Chrodechild's character. She might not be so receptive to Fredegund asking for help peeing after all, which left her no choice but to really steel herself to hold it.
Her body decided to be ironic, because just when she was determined to act like an adult and wait to use the bathroom, she leaked. It wasn't much, barely a drop in her underwear, but it was a bad sign. Fredegund was kind of a leaker, whenever she got desperate, a lot of pee tended to find its way out, and she got wet fast. Now that she had started, this was going to be one of those days, no doubt. Even in black pants, it would only be a matter of time before everyone could see her failure. Then she'd be the only one suddenly looking incompetent in a company of Starbearers that would save the world.
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"What a time to be having this problem," Chrodechild lamented under her breath, twisting her boot in the sand. She needed to relieve herself earlier, but it had jumped up significantly in the little time since. If this wasn't an important battle, she'd be practically running for cover in order to pee. But she had a role to carry out, one that wouldn't wait for her to take a detour for her bodily needs, necessitating she stay strong, despite the uncomfortable cramp beneath her stomach.
She was denying herself the relief her body screamed for in the interest of being an asset to the fight, but only now did it occur to her just how much a problem that would be should she get into a fight. She had the training and experience to hide her needs, but being only human, there was an upper limit to how much desperation she could ignore before it would negatively impact her swordsmanship. An upper limit that she had already surpassed, quite some time ago in fact. She didn't have much of a choice but to massage her thighs against one another, though through her pants, the sensation was hardly relaxing.
The thought passed through her mind to recant her previous call to action to ask Meruvis and Roberto to turn their heads so she could have a little privacy, but it was just too wishy-washy of a stance to take for the commander of the Blades of Night's Veil, even if she recognized that this stubbornness could result in her clothes needing a wash when she returned to the castle. She wanted to believe that there was a chance she could handle it, there was a slim possibility if everything worked in her favor, but she wasn't the type of woman who could latch so heartily onto a glimmer of hope with so much conspiring against her. While she could rally behind Sieg's creed of "never know until we try", she couldn't in good faith believe the same herself.
In a moment she sincerely hoped would never happen, she legitimately needed to consider what would be less damaging to her image: admitting she couldn't hold it any longer and asking her teammates to look away, or wetting her pants out of a desire to not interrupt the fight. Obviously, her human side would far rather not have an accident, but, with the climax of the Viele Wege Company's war with the Order fast approaching, now was not the time to show any kind of weakness. It became a far more equal internal debate than most would expect.
A lot of Chrodechild's mental faculties became dedicated to deciding on a suitable answer to her predicament, whatever wasn't already allocated to frequently reminding her bladder that now was not the time to empty. If she didn't have Meruvis, Roberto, and Fredegund with her, she'd be tripping over debris left and right. She also would have missed the man in white Order armor, unintentionally blocking their path, if she didn't notice her comrades stopping out of the corner of her eye.
With her attention brought back to the surroundings, though it was the very small percentage of her focus not totally occupied with not soaking herself, it took no time at all to identify the man standing before them. How could she not, this was the man who manipulated her sister into being a puppet for the Order. Fredegund wasn't happy to see him, that was certain. "Beardsley!"
Chrodechild had reason to celebrate, at least. "What a stroke of good fortune, running into you on this battlefield! I had been hoping for a reckoning for the suffering you caused to my sister!" Though, a surge of pain quickly reminded her how many fronts she was fighting battles on. "If only it wasn't now..."
"It is fortunate for me as well," Beardsley taunted, apparently not catching onto Chrodechild's struggle. After all, he was much more focused on the younger sibling. "Princess Fredegund! It is still not too late for you! You must return to the Order!"
"D-d...don't think me a fool...do you h-honestly believe I would...still listen to such drivel?!" Fredegund had aggression of her own to release, though it was fraught with stammering, wavering, and fluctuations of cadence. She didn't even sound sure about refusing the offer, a possibility that severely worried Chrodechild.
"You were supposed to accept the principles of the Order and be saved! A future of the One True Way! Perfect order and tranquility!"
There was only one way out of this, a path Chrodechild was desperately hoping would not come to pass, but if that's how it was to be, she couldn't back down. "Enough yammering, Beardsley! If you wish to spread your half-truths, you can do so in the afterlife!" She drew her half of Divine Edge and held it before her, ready to draw blood.
Fredegund followed with her Divine Edge. "And hear me! My blade will send you there!" The two sisters, followed by their Blades of Night's Veil, rushed forward to meet the Order's troops, prepared for their first fight in this terrain...though some were more able than others.
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Now was possibly the worst time for a fight. From the time she had spent with Beardsley, though he didn't like to dirty his hands, Fredegund knew he wasn't a soft fighter. She had confidence that four Blades of Night's Veil could overpower him, but it would provide a perfect opportunity for her bladder to overpower her. When she had to pee as badly as she did, as in feeling ready to explode, any fight would test her endurance, and her desire to stay dry. Or rather, her desire to not get any wetter, which still included soaked panties.
Another leak spurted out of her into her underwear. She wouldn't dare look, it might not even be visible on her black pants, but she had a very worrying hunch that the dampness was starting to extend beyond her panties. And it would only get worse the more she dawdled, this was a fight that needed to end quickly.
"Fredegund, let's defeat this sorry man quickly!" Wow, Fredegund knew she and Chrodechild were close, but perfect parity between their desires? That was new to her.
Needless to say, she wanted it too, so badly, but there was a difference between wanting it and considering it possible, and she was lacking in the latter category. "H-how do you suggest we do that? Beardsley is no pushover."
"Neither are we." Chrodechild pulled out her half of Divine Edge, nodding at her sister. So that's what she was thinking. Just her luck, the most strenuous action in her arsenal, right when she couldn't exert herself without terrible consequences. She wanted to end the encounter soon, but it would be pointless if she needed to pee herself to make it happen.
She wanted to refuse, but her sister looking at her so expectantly, fulfilling her duties in performing this move was imperative for something Chrodechild was planning. She didn't like it, it could end with a thorough drenching, but there was something more important at stake now. "L-let's do it," she followed, with incredible strain, unsheathing her own Divine Edge and holding it before her.
Beardsley saw something to be afraid of in the two Astrasian royal sisters wielding their Chronicle weapons, that he had made the mistake of challenging them. Energy circled around the sisters as their blades touched, channeling power into the swords, ready to unite and deliver a devastating show of might.
Until Fredegund faltered. The aura died out as she clenched her sword's hilt with a death grip. Every instinct was screaming at her to drop her arms and grab her crotch to stem the pounding flood crashing at the gates, yet she somehow found the resolve to resist. The wave begged and pleaded to be allowed to wreak havoc, but when it became clear that Fredegund would not relent, it calmed down. While also making it clear that the second time would not end so well for her. "S-sorry, sister. I'm ready now."
The power encircled the two once more, this time completing its path, flowing into the sisters, granting them strength beyond human ability. It did nothing to enhance Fredegund's bladder, unfortunately, meaning something other than power was flowing out of her. But it was like she was no longer in control of her actions as, without thought, she and Chrodechild leapt high into the air, adding a few flips for effect, before crashing into the ground at high velocity inches in front of Beardsley, releasing their pent-up kinetic energy in a glowing cross through the sand beneath his feet. The cross erupted in an explosion of power, consuming Beardsley as Chrodechild and Fredegund jumped back into place.
That hard landing was torture on Fredegund's exhausted body. She had a solid mass of urine expanding and stretching in the pit of her stomach, every vibration was like a cannon blast hitting the sea, when she had to suffer through the massive resulting ripples. The walls of her bladder continued to crack under the stress, squirting more dampness down below. The mere fact that she was still holding on was in and of itself a miracle, but it couldn't last forever. Her strength was sure to give out in a minute.
The dust from their unite attack settled, and Beardsley was still standing. Panting, hunched over, but still in the fight. His right eye was twitching, going mad, but he wasn't done for yet. His two subordinates had been dispatched by Meruvis and Roberto. "No...no way," Fredegund panted, practically falling to her knees herself. She had placed her bet on ending the fight with one all-out attack, draining her of all her strength and ensuring she would never be able to hold it. Now that accident would come in front of everyone.
In a fit of desperation all his own, Beardsley held his staff aloft, the tip glowing orange as he prepared to cast a powerful spell. But who would be the target? His magic was powerful, but it was single-target, only one of the Blades would take the brunt of the attack. He had the most aggression towards Chrodechild, who took Fredegund away from him, but he could also be thinking to target Meruvis or Roberto, considering them the weaker links, felling one of the team would deal more damage to morale than simply damaging their leader. Yet, as she looked around, none of the other three had the flame circle building beneath them, indicating where the magic spire would sprout.
"Fredegund!" She couldn't even place why Chrodechild called her name before she was knocked out of the way, and in that fall where time seemed to slow to a crawl, she saw it: the explosion of flames where she was standing, now erupting around Chrodechild. For a quick second, Fredegund was terrified, that she had just lost her sister in the fire. That fear only lasted for a second, as the combustion diminished, and Chrodechild was still there. Worse for wear, but still standing.
Fredegund wasn't the only one gambling her entire being on one attack. Beardsley lost his balance after draining his energy in that Mark of the Star, struggling to even stay standing. "Agh...blast it all! We, the Disciples of the One True Way, beaten a third time?!"
One of his men, somehow still conscious, began pulling him away from the field. "Your Excellency Beardsley! Please! You must fall back!"
"We will meet again, Fredegund!" With his tail between his legs, an odd expression considering it couldn't refer to the feline Furious Roar, Beardsley retreated with a limp.
"Fredegund, that is enough. There's no need to chase him. We have driven him off, and that is sufficient."
Fredegund didn't even realize how she was biting her lip in anguish until Chrodechild brought it to attention and misunderstood the reason. True, she was angry at letting Beardsley escape, but that was hardly the reason for her stress right now. In fact, Beardsley's retreat was the last thing on her mind. No, all she could think about was just how drenched her lower half was. The constant smallish leaks added up, her underwear was utterly lost, and her pants were in terrible shape to boot. If anyone took the time to look, no amount of black fabric could hide the stain. And the leaks kept coming, getting bigger.
Fredegund was having an accident. She just couldn't hold it any longer, her tortured bladder had suffered long enough and just wasn't strong enough to keep up its fight. Regardless of where she was standing, that pee was coming out. She needed to get her pants off within the next few seconds, but where? She couldn't just do it here, with people watching, but she couldn't well travel very far before emptying out completely. If she couldn't see it, she couldn't make it.
She had to relent on something, and modesty was the first to go. She couldn't throw it away, but distance wasn't quite the restricting factor it would usually be. And the only obstacle she could use in sight were the small sand dunes surrounding them, creating the short valley they were walking through. If she could cross the hill, she'd be covered, assuming no one followed her. She prayed they wouldn't as she, wordlessly and stiffly, bolted over the sand mound, sliding down the descent, very nearly falling over from the forward momentum.
By the time she crossed the summit, she was already reaching up her skirt, yanking on her button in an attempt to rip it open without going through the two-second process of properly undoing the clasp. It got her nowhere, and she needed to take a step back and do it correctly. At least her pants were loose; without the button, her pants fell down with hardly a push. What an odd sight it must have been, seeing Fredegund alone in the middle of the desert with her pants at her knees, light violently reflecting off the crotch of her pants and panties, and a healthy amount down her thighs to boot. The light flowing stream falling directly down even now certainly wasn't pretty either.
She didn't even care how humiliating it looked, and was. Operating entirely on animalistic instinct, she hooked her thumbs around her underwear and shoved them down, freeing the path of her pee to start arcing forward in a wide spray as her bladder lost all semblance of holding. "No no no, not yet," she pleaded, quickly shifting her balance down as she propped herself in a squat, positioned so her torrent of pee could shoot forward between her boots, carrying the sand it struck down the slope, creating a golden, flooding river.
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"What is she thinking, just running off without a word," Chrodechild complained, chasing her sister over the dune. And she had clamped her hands together to press them against the front of her pants in the process. She needed to do it, she had to pee so bad, that physical impediment was the last line of defense between her clothes and a thorough soaking. Truthfully, she had her own reasons for wanting the fight with Beardsley over with as quickly as possible, to avoid the strain on her bladder trying to hold in an ocean of urine during combat. She had the experience to say that wasn't a pleasant thing to try.
As she crossed the peak, all confusion over Fredegund's odd actions all day were suddenly clarified, for she found Fredegund, with her back turned to her, squatting in the sand with her pants down, a river of yellow gushing out, just barely visible in the small gap between the sand and her exposed butt. It was much more audible than visual, the flowing water and Fredegund's sighing and moaning.
It was a cacophony of noises that Chrodechild did not need to hear right now. The sounds were sending her own bladder into overdrive, pulsating in a desperate attempt to void its contents. And it was succeeding. She had done a remarkable job staying bone dry this whole time, but maintaining that streak was an impossibility. Suddenly, she reeled back and froze as she felt a surge of warmth in her underwear. Chrodechild was the kind of girl that went all at once, so if some pee was forcing its way out, the rest would all come pouring in seconds. She could hardly criticize her sister for stopping to use the bathroom, not when she herself was now forced to do the same thing.
And she had very little time to prepare. She made a frantic beeline to a spot directly left of Fredegund, making sure not to step further and walk into the rapidly expanding puddle. With her footing secured in the loose sand, she quickly undid the latch on her pants, spreading her feet apart as the piece of clothing fell to the top of her boots, just below the knee. Soon after, her panties were thrown down to the same spot. Spreading her womanhood with her fingers, telling her bladder it was time to drain was an effortless task, and her own golden stream flew out, extra distance afforded thanks to the higher starting point compared to Fredegund.
That second pee got Fredegund's attention, who hadn't even noticed that her personal space had been intruded upon until now. Her head jolted to check, and seeing her older sister's most private body part doing something so private so close to her caused a blush to break out over her cheeks. "W-what are you doing, sister?!"
"I could ask the same of you, but I imagine the answer would be the same between us: I simply couldn't wait any longer."
"Y-yes..." She couldn't say anything more, give any proper explanation for her actions. Instead, she looked back at her own work, watching the puddle expand into its own pond as it slowly seeped between the grains of sand. "Haah...haaaaaaaah..." Maybe it was for the best that she didn't attempt to hold a conversation, or else it would be constantly punctuated with her own moans of relief.
And while it was awkward to listen to, Chrodechild couldn't help but follow suit. "Mmph..." Their sighs were the only things drowning out the splashing noises of their urine, so maybe it was for the best that they were making noises. After all, they hadn't wandered far from Meruvis and Roberto. Still, just leaving it to nature made the situation very awkward, and Chrodechild had a question to ask. "The last week has been too hectic to allow me many chances to relieve myself. How did you end up so desperate?"
"Oh, I..." Fredegund had an answer, just a really embarrassing one, she'd rather not let that little mishap come to light. But she couldn't exactly lie to her sister, either. "Truth be told, I've been unable to find the restroom in Castle Ratselhaft, and I've been too ashamed to ask for directions. Accepting that I need to venture outdoors is risky with so many Starbearers in the castle to see."
"That's an understandable worry. I'll be sure to give you a proper tour when we return."
"Thank you, sister." Fredegund was beginning to empty out, her stream reduced to a lighter equivalent, and the knowledge that she was close to the conclusion calmed her nerves. That relative serenity was the first time she truly noticed how...unusually Chrodechild was relieving herself. "I understand if you refuse, but I'd be grateful if you also taught me how to...urinate standing up, as you are doing now."
"Yes, this is a skill I picked up shortly after we were separated. It's come in handy a number of times. I'd be happy to share the technique, but be warned that it will take a lot of practice."
"I'm willing to put in the effort. This incident only proves how much training I still require before I reach a presentable level."
"...I understand that you want to talk seriously, so could you please redress yourself before doing so?" Chrodechild had a point, while she had finished her business, Fredegund had yet to pull her pants back up. She was hesitant to do so, with not so much a leaf to wipe herself dry with, until she realized how little it would accomplish with her underwear still soaked. If she dried herself off, she'd only be getting wet again once her panties were in their proper place. So, with no desire to slide them off and leave them in the desert, she pulled the drenched black garment up, wincing as the warm fabric touched her sensitive area.
Though, she wasn't the only one who'd be suffering with wet underwear. As Chrodechild's pee wound down, she no longer had the power to direct the stream past her pants, and it instead fell straight down into her panties, joining the small collection of drops that simply dropped while their brethren jetted out correctly. Such were the disadvantages of being female, and she'd have to live with it, accepting the discomfort as her pants were pulled back to their normal resting spot, with the button fastened to keep them there. "Now then, you were saying something?"
"Never mind. It's just demeaning to know that it's always been like this for us. You always cleanly made it to the restroom, and I was always having accidents. I mean, aside from that one time you took pity on me..."
"When I let you go first? You interpreted that as pity?"
"Of course I did, you only allowed me the privilege because you felt sorry for always doing better than me."
"Well...yes, I did feel sorry about it. Because I'm your older sister." Chrodechild closed the distance, looking down to ensure she didn't step in Fredegund's puddle, and stroked her younger sibling's long hair. "I don't see any reason I couldn't sacrifice my own chance at release because you needed it as well."
"W-was that really the reason?"
"Do you think me a dishonest woman?"
"O-of course not, sister! It's just...it's nice to hear that. I only wish we didn't have to settle for one of us wetting ourselves."
Chrodechild smiled warmly, an uncommon sight for the trained soldier. Only Fredegund could elicit such an emotion. "I have no qualms with relieving ourselves together, now that we won't often be limited to a single-occupancy restroom. That is, if you can cope with not having the same privacy you're used to."
"I...I appreciate the support, sister. It wouldn't be the first time we did so in plain view of one another, though it has been some time." There were plenty of childhood stories to tell regarding that, ones that both had agreed should not be told. "Having you with me will make it less worrying to admit the need on the battlefield."
"Speaking of, we should return quickly. Lord Sieg is counting on us to fulfill our allotted role." Fredegund nodded in agreement, and the two turned back the direction they came, where the rest of the party was ostensibly still waiting for their return. However, they had only taken one step before Chrodechild stopped them by leaning into her sister's ear with a whisper. "Don't be ashamed about needing to go at an inappropriate time. It happens to all of us." The way she said it implied one mortifying story behind the reassurance. Fredegund was suddenly intensely curious.
As they crossed the dune, their bodies blocking the sun attracted the attention of Meruvis and Roberto. "Lady Chrodechild, please don't just run off without any explanation," Meruvis warned.
"My apologies, Meruvis. There were sudden feminine troubles that needed attending to immediately."
"Well, please don't be so careless again. We still have a job to do."
"I understand that. I won't cause trouble again," Fredegund guaranteed.
"Then let the Blades of Night's Veil recommence their assault," Chrodechild inspired, holding her sword aloft. "Let the Order understand why the Magedom was to be feared with us as their ally, and why the Viele Wege Company is to be feared now!" A cheer from her comrades followed, and the four resumed their march. Fredegund in particular had a newfound confidence in her step, not just because she was no longer carrying a full bladder, but because she had her sister by her side, in all the intimate ways they once shared. An unstoppable duo such as that could write their own destinies, no matter what the One King wished.
Though, one worry still ate away at Fredegund. The sounds of battle were distant. The wind was quiet. With her and Chrodechild peeing so close to the party...they were heard. There was no way they weren't heard. Everyone knew what Fredegund needed to do so desperately. |
The musty, dusty halls of the dilapidated Budehuc Castle were bustling with the busy footsteps of dozens of residents, both Zexen and Grassland in origin, all with plenty of important tasks to attend to. Ever since the new master of the castle, Thomas, opened up the town to commerce from all over, Budehuc had become the headquarters of a rising rebellion against Harmonia, one that had only become more frantic with the appearance of a new Flame Champion. Clearly, the battle against Harmonia and the mysterious Masked Bishop was ramping up.
But that didn't mean every Star of Destiny was mobilizing. Some had jobs to perform within the castle, such as the wielder of the Blinking Rune, Viki. Her magic was invaluable to an army constantly seeking new recruits, teleporting a party anywhere in the countryside, but when no one had need of her services, she had nothing to do but stand idly by in the castle foyer.
"Ah...aah....ACHOO!" She rubbed her nose with the hanging sleeve on her forearm, surprised to find she remained in the same location as before the sneeze. "Oh, I might finally be getting better at controlling this teleportation!" Considering the number of failures she'd had in...however many years she had been doing this, the thought was assuring. "Maybe I'll finally get to enjoy the victory feast this time..."
The excitement didn't last long, however, and Viki soon found herself nodding off, leaning on her Wow Wow Wand, which was actually a staff, to stay upright. Her eyelids grew heavy and her head fell, her jaw fell to gravity's influence, and a drop of drool flowed over her bottom lip. "Oh, Riou, this feast looks delicious," she mumbled.
However, just before she drifted into slumber, a spike from down below shook her back to the waking world. "Eep!" She stayed perfectly still for a second, hoping it was just a one-time surge, but when it continued at the same ferocity, she slowly pressed her legs together, lifting her toes and balancing on her heels. "That snuck up on me. Ooh, this is kinda bad..." While Anne in the castle tavern had, for whatever reason, refused to serve Viki alcohol, she had still drank her fair share of juice. Juice that had trickled its way down south, ready for release.
"Mmph...I really need to go...maybe I could take a small break." After all, it's not like she was being requested at the moment, the chances that her teleportation magic would be needed while she was out relieving herself were low.
Unfortunately, there was one little niggling concern that caused her to hesitate; she hadn't been at Budehuc Castle for long, having only just been found in the mountains outside Caleria and invited to the castle. She just hadn't been around long enough to find the bathroom, so up until now, she had simply "made good use" of the nearby lake.
It was hardly the most elegant solution to her reoccurring bodily need, but she had sort of gotten used to that kind of inconvenience. Immediately before this, fifteen years ago, Dunan Castle was just so big and hard to navigate, it was crazy to expect her to find the bathroom in that place. And right before that, three years prior, Toran Castle's mere one bathroom for each gender, with 108 Stars of Destiny using them, Viki just had a hard time waiting in line long enough. "Wait...did I get those backwards? Which one had the statue? And which one had Tir?"
Pondering and lightly squirming in open view, Viki was able to watch Viki descend down the stairway at the center of the foyer. Not herself, but a young girl also named Viki, wearing an almost identical white robe, with the same blue and yellow color coordination, the same long black hair, a wand with a similar head to her own, and her own mastery over the Blinking Rune. What an odd coincidence. "Hello, Viki! Have you had a good day in the library?"
The question came just as Little Viki stepped down onto the floor, saving her the pain and embarrassment of falling down the stairs as she jumped in surprise upon hearing her name. Only once she had extended her arms for balance and made absolute sure she wasn't going to fall over did she sigh in relief and look over at her older self. "It was productive, yes. It's helpful to have current records of the events transpiring, as opposed to relying on second-hand reports."
Elder Viki smiled. "Keep up that studious attitude, and you'll be a great magician like me someday!"
Little Viki's face fell. "That's exactly what I'm working to avoid," she mumbled as an aside.
Elder Viki didn't hear that, and continued onwards with her cheerful attitude. "So, you think now's a good time for a break from all that reading? I know, it's really hard to concentrate for that long, I always had the hardest time remembering all those words. Er, at least, I think I did..."
"Yes, now seemed a proper time for a rest," Little Viki interrupted, careful to not let her adult counterpart start rambling in confusion. "There are...other matters I should attend to," she whispered, gently placing both hands on the front of her dress, directly atop her crotch. Her left foot raised to rest on nothing but its toes, twisting her shoe into the stone flooring.
Even while reading, Little Viki remained acutely aware of her bladder condition. As she flipped past each page, she felt every drop of juice filter through her system and complete their journey in a growing pool in her bladder. Yet, no matter how urgent the need became, she remained in her seat. After all, even if she disturbed her work to visit the restroom, it's not like she could find one.
She had been a part of Budehuc's community long enough that she had been left with no choice but to ask the veterans of the castle what to do when nature came calling. A simple set of criteria, eliminating based on age and gender to make the querying less awkward, led Little Viki to solicit the counsel of the commander of the guards, Cecile. Cecile's advice was succinct: "Find some place out of sight."
To put it simply, that was not the answer Viki wanted to receive. Being forced to relieve herself outdoors was already an uncomfortable proposition, but within the walls of a small property like Budehuc, home to over one hundred other people able to stumble across her? Out of the question. Up to now, she had been taking some drastic, unspeakable measures to relieve herself, in a new way every time to reduce the chance of being discovered. Problem was, there were only so many out of the way locations she could choose from, and being just a little panicked at the moment meant she was drawing a blank on where to pick this time. As Little Viki pondered, her wiggling continued.
Unfortunately, she had settled down in a bit of a focal point to fidget around, especially when someone was already looking right at her. Little Viki wasn't super subtle in her desperation, and Elder Viki picked up on it immediately. "Oh, that's what's bothering you. You need to g-"
"Yes, that's it," Little Viki interjected, rushing over, reaching up and covering Elder Viki's mouth. "There's no need to say it out loud, you realize."
Brushing Little Viki's hand off, Elder Viki's eyes widened as a thought occurred. "Oh, then maybe you can help me! I really need to start looking for a bathroom soon, but...well, I haven't found one yet. Do you have any tips or spots?"
It took a second for her to process the question, especially because it was coming from her bigger and ostensibly more mature self, but once she did, a light pink heat broke out on Little Viki's cheeks. "Y-you shouldn't be asking questions like that so nonchalantly."
"But..." Elder Viki extended her index finger and placed it on the edge of her lips, tilting her head in confusion. "How would I know if I don't ask?"
"There are some topics that really should be treated with decency, and anything involving bodily functions fall exactly into that category. You really should know this by now."
"Um, well..." If Elder Viki had a response, it wasn't coming to her. Like most coherent thoughts of hers.
Elder Viki became lost in thought, "lost" being the key word, abandoning Little Viki for a mental world all her own. Being the patient girl she was, Little Viki awaited the next sequence of the conversation, the hope that this discussion would be over soon perking up with every stutter Elder Viki elicited, feeling that optimism crash with each descent back into silent thought, a fall more disheartening with each successive loop. "If I don't end this soon, I'm going to run out of time. Hey, Viki!"
"Y-yes? What is it? Oh, hi there, Viki! When did you get here?"
Little Viki sighed in exasperation, realizing she'd get farther talking to a brick wall. "You don't have any insight to a toilet-related predicament, do you?"
"Oh! No, I'm sorry, I've never found the bathroom." Looking both ways first, Elder Viki bent forwards and whispered into her smaller counterpart's ear. "Actually, to tell the truth, I could really really use one right about now too."
"Well, if you can't help me, then I see little reason to stay." Little Viki pivoted back towards the main door, keeping her hands folded and pressed on the front of her clothes, slowly trotting outside while silently considering her options. "I may need to use the stable area today."
"Oh...um, okay. Bye-bye." Keeping her own legs pressed together, Elder Viki watched the girl exit. Even when she herself turned away, the reflection in her mirror propped up on her section of wall kept her informed. This mirror had no special properties by itself, but it was the conduit to the smaller Blinking Mirror, carried around by any entourage leaving the castle to give them the means to instantly return. Teleportation was certainly a handy tool.
For the second time today, possibly a new record, an excellent idea was birthed in Elder Viki's disorganized head. "Hey, other Viki! Come back here, I think I've got it!"
Little Viki almost kept going, paying her older doppelganger no mind. While it may have been a good idea by Elder Viki's standards, that was a low bar for the airhead to clear, and Little Viki didn't want to entertain it, lest she catch the stupidity. That was, until she felt a tightening in her bladder, growing fuller and fuller by the minute. Under the secrecy of her dress, she crossed her knees and twisted her ankles, a tiny squeal echoing in her closed mouth. Like it or not, she really had to pee, and she was on her way to do it in a place she really didn't want to. If she wanted any hope of reaching a location less potentially mortifying, trusting the bigger Viki was her only ticket. "Very well," Little Viki sighed, struggling to even walk straight as she closed the distance between the two. "What do you have in mind?"
"If there are no bathrooms here, then let's just teleport somewhere there is one!" With a big smile on her face, it was clear that Elder Viki was very proud of her epiphany.
But of course, while it may have been a new theory for Elder Viki, Little Viki had considered it ages ago, practically as soon as she couldn't find a restroom the first time. "Do you have a specific destination in mind? One where we'll find a toilet available for public usage?"
"No...but the world is a big place! I'm sure our chances are good!"
"So, you're leaving it up to luck? I've seen you playing Goppu upstairs a few times, how did fortune favor you then?"
"Um...I lost most of my potch. But I don't see how that's relevant! Come on, what do we have to lose?"
Little Viki could spend an hour detailing exactly all the ways this plan could go awry. They could waste too much time looking and wet themselves. They could teleport behind enemy lines and be caught. They could land somewhere swarming with dangerous monsters or unfriendly natives. If their intention changed to a private outdoor location, they could begin relieving themselves before properly scouting the unfamiliar terrain and subsequently be discovered, or expose their privates to plants with lingering effects. There were a lot of unknown variables at play.
However, there was also an undeniable fact all too evident: Viki had a lot of urine gathering in her bloated little bladder, and while she had no proof, she felt the same was true of her other self. Plus, if she didn't take the risk, she'd be relegated to doing her business somewhere on the public castle grounds, always worried of any potential intruders, and she knew she wouldn't like it. If she wanted to relieve herself in peace, her ditzy double was all she had. She just had to keep reminding herself of that as she grabbed Elder Viki's hand, notably removing it from her crotch and increasing the difficulty of her hold. "Very well. I'll place my faith in you, if only this once."
"Great! Us Vikis need to stick together!" Raising her Wow Wow Wand into the air, Elder Viki began channeling the power of the Blinking Rune on her right hand, and the two began to experience the trademark sensation of their surroundings fading away as they became less solid, time and space bent and their positions in the cosmos shifted.
That is, until the thick layer of dust coating everything in Budehuc Castle was kicked up by the magical force, and several particles floating up into both Vikis' nostrils. Little Viki simply rubbed her nose with her free hand, leaving the fate of her bladder to nothing more than willpower for a brief moment, but the Elder Viki face twitched as her inner orifice tingled. "Ah...ahhh...ACHOO!" Concentration in the spell was lost, a white twister of light spun around the two, and vague images of scenes across the world flashed by, one hundred a second. Thanks to Elder Viki's loss of focus, their crucial path would be determined by sheer luck.
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They weren't even standing when they reappeared, instead phasing in suspended a foot in the air, when gravity took its hold and brought them both slamming down onto the cobblestone pavement. Directly onto their stomachs, eliciting the same groan of pain from both. More silent, however, was the secondary reaction to such a delicate internal organ becoming squished between unmoving stone and the full weight of the girl it belonged to. Both Vikis clammed up as they felt a tiny squirt of warm pee shoot out. Suddenly, both were eager to jump upright and take the pressure off their bladders. Elder Viki climbed to her feet with one hand resting on her now-noticeable bladder bulge, while Little Viki rested on her shins, keeping both hands sitting a bit lower, with more pressure.
Only once they stood upright did they take the time to absorb their surroundings, a bustling town of stone and metal sitting on the expansive waterfront. As usual when she changed locations, Elder Viki was disoriented. "Er, where are we?"
"Vinay del Zexay, the capital city of the Zexen Confederacy and active trading port." At least Little Viki was on the ball.
"Oh, then that's perfect! See, look at all these people, surely one of them will let us use their toilet!" Scanning the busy surroundings, Elder Viki practically leapt for joy at one particular two-floor building so incredibly close. "Look, look, it's an inn! There has to be a toilet there!" Reaching back and taking the other's hand, she began strolling in the direction of the inn.
Little Viki, however, kept her feet planted and dragged her older self to a halt with friction, though getting pulled a couple inches first. "Hold on! Do you not consider it the slightest bit demeaning to be so outward with your bodily functions? There are plenty of onlookers, after all."
Elder Viki hadn't noticed, but now that it had been brought to her attention, she looked around once more, and discovered that Little Viki was telling the truth. They had crashed straight into Vinay del Zexay's marketplace, thankfully not on top of one of the wooden stalls, but their sudden appearance had turned them into quite the spectacle of the minute. Dozens of random strangers dropped whatever they were doing to stare holes through the Vikis. At the moment, it was unclear how much they had heard.
But Elder Viki wasn't too bothered by those circumstances. "Excuse me, everyone! Um, would any of you please lend us your toilet? Both of us need it really badly, so we would be gra-"
"Hey, watch what you're saying so openly!" Though she stopped the bigger girl from continuing, there was nothing Little Viki could do to take back what was already spoken. And those words were already having an effect on the populace. Those gathered wouldn't stop looking, pointing, giggling, and whispering to one another. A few of the murmurs were slightly louder than the crowd, leaving them audible. "How odd, falling from the sky and asking a question like that." "Must be some of those backwater Grasslanders. You know the unusual magic they have." "But why would two sisters show up here just to use the bathroom?" The Vikis were the women of the hour, all because of their bladders.
Little Viki was not a huge fan of attention regardless of the reason, but that didn't make context meaningless. The mere fact that it was such a private need acting as the focus was far outside her comfort zone, and she wasn't going to stand for it. Acting against her better judgment and once again removing both hands from her dress, she reached her left hand out and tightly gripped Elder Viki's hand, hard enough to hurt, while raising her own variation on Elder Viki's weapon, the tiny, glowing Wow Wand in her right hand, to the sky. "Enough! We're leaving!" Before Elder Viki even knew what was happening, a bright light flashed in their eyes, and they were blinked away, leaving the Zexens very confused.
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The blinding gleam persisted for a solid few seconds, and once it had dissipated, the Vikis had arrived in a dark, humid forest, a mossy shade seemingly hanging in the air and dyeing the surroundings green. There was another drop upon arrival, but only a few inches this time, and the landing was much softer, gentle enough that the impact was hardly noticeable. As such, neither felt the immediate need to stand up, and they remained seated on their rears.
Honestly, it wasn't so much the new scenery that was the priority, but the mere fact that it changed at all. "Viki," Elder Viki questioned, "why would you do that? We were getting somewhere, I'm sure of it!"
"Aren't you a girl too? Don't you find the idea of revealing the most private act a woman can do to be even a little embarrassing? That sort of thoughtless disclosure will follow you, follow me, forever."
"Well...I mean, I don't really like saying it either, but it's definitely a lot better than...wetting my pants," Elder Viki contested, with a somber tone of voice that hinted at anecdotes better left untold. Only then did she look away from Little Viki and really take in their surroundings. "Um, where are we now?"
"Kuput Forest, deep in the Grasslands, resting between the Duck Village and Chisha Village."
"Oh, then this works too! Look at all the trees and bushes, there's a bunch of places to squat! Or, actually, I guess we don't even need to hide if it's just the two of us...are you okay with going out in the op-"
"Wait a moment. Are you seriously willing to...do your thing here?"
"Hm? Well, I don't see a problem...oh, did you never learn how to go tinkle outside, Viki? I'll teach you if you need it-"
"I am perfectly capable of urinating outdoors, my objection lies with this specific position. Our white clothes would become irrevocably stained should they touch any of the flora or soil, to say nothing of the monsters lurking in the shadows."
Elder Viki's mind went blank, and she reached a hand up to repeatedly tap the side of her head, like she wanted to shake a thought loose. "Erm, then...but then...I'm confused, if you didn't want to go pee here, why did you bring us?"
Little Viki opened her mouth and prepared to lecture the logic behind her actions, but the words wouldn't come out. Because there were no words, no explanation. "I...I didn't pick Kuput Forest deliberately. I simply wanted to escape Vinay del Zexay, however possible." For the first time, Little Viki was flustered.
Luckily, Elder Viki didn't pick up on that being an unusual or irregular state of mind for her younger equivalent, being a lifelong resident of disarray herself. "So where do you want to go?"
Looking down at the dirt, Little Viki clenched her hands tighter and lazily kicked a foot back and forth. "I...I would very much prefer to use a civilized toilet, without making a scene of it."
Smiling, though with a certain hidden strain as she kept one hand between her legs, Viki held her Wow Wow Wand aloft, channeling magical power. "Well, I know the place. Erm, at least, I think it's the place I'm thinking of...or was it?"
As Elder Viki tried to think, Little Viki grew more and more frustrated with the time being wasted, dancing in place as a tormented grimace grew on her face. That is, until a roar blared out from behind the thick treeline, loud and growling. One didn't need to be a monster expert to guess it was dangerous. Cue a spurt of urine from both. "I don't care what place you're thinking of, anywhere other than here!"
"Right! Grab on!" Little Viki did not need to be told twice, she reached up and grabbed the elbow of the other Viki's holding arm. Their environment twisted and faded into nonexistence, and their coordinates drastically shifted once more.
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Once they were able to see again, it almost looked like they had returned to Vinay del Zexay. The stone style of construction was nearly identical, though the singular building standing at the edge of the bridge they had appeared on was much larger and better fortified than anything in the Zexen capital. And said bridge was suspended over a wide moat of tumultuous waters, the last thing either girl wanted to even think about. Before Elder Viki could even ask, Little Viki filled her in. "Brass Castle, the primary fortress protecting the Zexen border from the Grasslands."
"So, they'll have a bathroom we can use?"
"One would assume, with the traders that pass through, they have restrooms open to the pub-hngh!" She had been doing an admirable job staying outwardly strong, but at some point, Little Viki just had to buckle under the strain and demand of her bladder, having just made a strong push in a serious attempt to flush itself empty.
No words said, no thoughts in her head, Little Viki just had to bury her hands further between her legs, the tip of her Wow Wand sticking out from behind like a tail, clenching her crotch through her dress and rubbing her knees together. Even that wasn't enough to satiate her bursting contents, and she had to double her efforts by closing her eyes and tensing every muscle in her body, squeezing her fingers tight enough to hurt. And that push succeeded. In that she only leaked a significant amount instead of full-out soaking herself. She was afraid to think what her white panties must look like now.
And seeing such a violent and visceral depiction of a girl dying to pee was not pleasant for the observing Viki. Not just because of sympathy, but the knowledge and sensation that she was in just as bad a state. She had been suffering plenty all on her own, but now? Now it was infinitely worse with stimulation. Elder Viki started shaking while her left hand, also gripping her privates, tightened to white-knuckle levels, and she leaked a spurt of tinkle as well, feeling the tiny drip snake down her inner thigh. What a time to be wearing her one outfit with a pure white bottom half.
Elder Viki was not the only one with that worry, either. Taking a gamble once she had stabilized, Little Viki carefully unclasped her hands and moved them into the open air, looking downwards with fear in her eyes. "...there doesn't appear to be a visible stain." Breathing a sigh of relief, while keeping in mind that full relief was still out of reach, Little Viki promptly began holding herself with all her might once more.
Elder Viki continued with the same force, as well. "Will you be alright here, Viki? Because I think I'll need to stop regardless..."
"Yes, I think 'beggars can't be choosers' applies strongly now." With rigid movements and frequent pauses, the Vikis crossed the bridge through the Brass Castle's walls.
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Little Viki slammed her hands on the table. "What do you mean we can't use your bathrooms?"
"Exactly as I said," the knight sitting behind said table explained, having no reaction on his blank expression to the loud outburst from a child. "With the rising tensions between Zexen and the Grasslands, we must be on high alert for attacks at all times. Because of this, we cannot let anyone into the deeper parts of our fortress without proper authorization."
Frankly, it was ridiculous that the Vikis even had to argue their case. One look at them was enough to see that there was nothing to hide, they really were just two girls filled to the brim with pee. They were both shaking, chests heaving, hands jammed between their thighs and quivering, faces red and hot, sweat dripping down their foreheads, practically crying in pain of their respective bladders almost bursting open. Though Little Viki, despite her usual stoicism, was faring markedly worse.
That left Elder Viki as the only one capable of doing any convincing. "Could you please make an exception, just for us? I'll...um, what was it again? I'll make it...worth your while, I think? And then I puff out my chest and show my leg, I believe...oh, but you probably don't want to see my leg right now." Even if she remembered the correct technique, Viki was not a seductress by nature.
Whether he was offended by the failure, or he had iron principles, the knight immediately went up a level in frustration. "Alright, if you're going to try and bribe me, then you can leave right now! Or would you rather I have someone escort you out?"
Little Viki pouted as she lost her patience. "Never mind! Let's just go back to Budehuc! I'll figure something out there!" Without even bothering to properly remove her hand from down south, she focused what little power she had to spare into her Wow Wand, flashing away once again. Elder Viki only just grabbed on at the last second to avoid being left behind.
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Next stop was a series of dark caves. "Um, I don't remember going into Budehuc's basement, but this doesn't feel right..." Still, Elder Viki wanted to consider that they might have actually returned home, with the knowledge that she could very easily just be mistaken.
"No, I've been down to read in the Budehuc basement, and this isn't it. But...I can't think of where it is right now..." It was hard to blame Little Viki for being a little scatterbrained at the moment.
"So...why are we here?"
"I don't know! I can't think straight enough to properly teleport! I can't believe it, I'm turning into you..."
The confusion was cleared up rather quickly, when a horde of Lizard Clan soldiers rushed in their direction, brandishing halberds. "Intruders! No doubt come to assassinate another chief!"
Now Little Viki had it. "Great Hollow! Great Hollow!" Once again, a shot of warmth spread in the bottoms of both Vikis, and the younger of the two locked up from both fear and the crazy level of effort needed to hold on after a leak of that size.
That left Elder Viki as the only capable rune master, and the Wow Wow Wand was raised in a flash. "Budehuc! Budehuc!" In the blink of an eye, they were gone, just as quickly as they had arrived.
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When they reappeared in the corporeal world...well, they were certainly back at Budehuc. In the baths. The men's baths. The occupied men's baths, populated by Geddoe, Joker, Ace, and Jacques. All sitting nude, of course, with nothing in the water to hide what laid beneath its surface. If anything could get Little Viki to remove a hand from her crotch at this point, it was this very sight. "Gah, can't look, can't look," she screamed, covering her innocent eyes with her inner elbow.
Elder Viki wasn't quite so flustered at the sight, for reasons beyond her age. "Oh, not again..."
"We need to get out!" Little Viki thrust her Wow Wand outwards, and the baths were suddenly short two intruders.
The men of Geddoe's unit hardly had time to react to their uninvited guests before all was silent again, but once the moment had calmed, Ace had a comment to make. "Normally, I'd appreciate a beautiful woman joining me in the bath, but that one isn't quite at the top of my list."
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Next, the two appeared in a dingy village in what looked like a swamp, drawing the attention of the winged residents. "Hey, I think I know them," Elder Viki exclaimed.
"Wingers...you brought us to Dunan!"
"Oh, did I? That's not good."
"No, it's not! I'm losing it..." Little Viki's dancing started moving twice as fast, and she squeezed everything as hard as she could, slightly wringing the dampness from her panties out and into her dress fabric, all the while grunting and squeaking in the stress. A tear soon rolled down her cheek.
It was possibly the most pitiable sight Elder Viki had ever seen, but she couldn't be sure when she couldn't clearly remember breakfast today. Regardless, she was determined to make sure neither of them wet themselves today, and she was the only one with the capacity to make that happen. Nudging in close to the younger girl, because she sure couldn't afford to spare a hand to properly grab her, Elder Viki channeled her Blinking Rune, the last of her energy to be so recklessly spent, and whisked the two away.
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The firm blades of tall grass and wheat sprouts scratched against the cloth of their respective dress and robe as they waved in the wind, with nothing but the breeze whistling through to provide a semblance of noise in the sunset yellow field. A large windmill spinning in the distance gave clue to their location, in a way that even Elder Viki couldn't mistake it. Being so close to Budehuc certainly helped. "Iksay Village! I think that's good!"
"It...it would be, but the field is t-too open...we don't know if there's anything l-lurking..." While it was a legitimate point, it looks like it hurt Little Viki to even object at a time like this, as if she wasn't already in enough pain.
Elder Viki simply wasn't delaying her bodily needs. "Well, it's your choice, but I gotta go!" She had done an admirable job accommodating her other half, but her bladder had long since struck its limits, and the middle of a field with tons of plants to hide behind was as good as a nice, clean toilet in her eyes.
Little Viki really wanted to wait, hold out until she could make it to a bathroom in Iksay, just as a woman's pride dictated. But no amount of femininity could change the very real fact that she was already extremely wet, and seconds away from becoming downright soaked from the waist down, with evidently no one but her older self watching. There was only one singular way to save herself now, and if that was the case, then she'd gladly take it. "I'll do it! I have to do it!" After all, despite her unusual origins and personality, Little Viki was only human.
However, even resolved to relieve themselves, there was still one final, major obstacle standing between the Vikis and their flowing urine: clothing. This may have seemed obvious, they needed to undress to safely pee, but it was a bit more than that. With the long, hanging skirts of their outfits, the hems resting close to their ankles, pulling them up to expose their privates would be challenging, especially when time was so crucial and spirit so depleted.
With no communication, the two settled on the same solution: pulling at their skirts like feral animals and yanking the garment upwards with as much as a single grab could take, until they could hold the hems and lift them to their stomachs. Hers being a bit lighter, Little Viki finished first, and she quickly moved onto the next step of keeping hold of the mound of crumpled white fabric with her elbows while somehow simultaneously removing the one final piece standing between herself and this direly needed pee.
Bending forward, knees slammed together, she slid one hand down the front of her underwear to hold her girlhood while using the other to grab the front of the panties and shove them down. And not a second too soon. It was already hard to tell they were supposed to be white, with the dirty yellow spread all across the crotch, halfway up the front, and mostly covering the butt. And her bladder was determined to stain them more, it seemed, as a heavy spurt shot out and surged between her trembling fingers, the many drops falling into and shaking the panties fallen down her thighs. "Ah! Can't...hold...can't hold it!" Shifting her balance towards her back end, she dropped down into a squat, pulling her wet hand away to gingerly hold her dress out of harm's way with her thumb and index finger, and spread her legs, stretching her underwear out and freeing more drops from their threaded confines.
At the same time, Elder Viki wasn't having the same level of trouble. With her thighs pressed together and keeping her peehole steady for the time being, she could devote both hands to her robe's length, cradling the mass near her stomach with her forearms. As was now visible, Elder Viki had nothing beneath her robe to wet, though shiny beads of urine were clearly stuck to her thighs, leaving her nothing to do but squat with a clear, airy path from her privates. As she spread her knees, she bumped into her little partner's, an unfortunate side effect of needing to touch each other to teleport and not having the strength to move apart once they had. This tinkle break was not going to be modest.
They had no time to adjust, either. At roughly the same time, a hissing noise emanated from both their unmentionable areas while a thick yellow gush jetted out, spraying tiny drops outwards at both the origin and impact points as they crashed into the soft dirt beneath their feet, rapidly overloading the soil's absorbent capabilities and backing up into a foamy puddle. The two pools quickly merged into one, the warm water rippling with relatively tall waves under the force of the deafening splash of two torrential pees.
Early on, Little Viki was apprehensive. Here she was, half nude on the worst half, performing one of the two most secretive acts a woman could do, directly in plain view of her older self. She could practically die of embarrassment at the mere thought, so actually going through with such an uncouth solution was sickening. Her face was already red from the sheer strain of waiting until now, but now she was humiliated so thoroughly that the color was sure to stick. She couldn't stop shaking and her throat spasmed in a way that looked like she could break out crying at any moment.
But, in the same place, Elder Viki was just having a good time. How could she not, getting to go pee after very nearly bursting, having hardly wet herself and in a place where only a fellow girl could bear witness to her actions. And doing so felt just so pleasant, absolute bliss coursing through her blood as pounding pressure flooded from her nethers, leaving nothing but that empty elation behind. Drool peeked out from her mouth and rested on her chin as her eyes rolled upwards. "Ooooohhhhh, hhhaaaaahhhhh..."
It wasn't her proudest moment, but so determined to ignore her own golden rapids, Little Viki had no other powerful enough distractions beyond Elder Viki's handiwork. Because, yes, it was powerful. Just as powerful as her own, in fact, while she herself was already falling off the edge of wetting herself. Even discounting her mental...lacking, Elder Viki should have, by all respects, had the same reservations that her younger self did.
Yet she didn't. Quite the contrary, Elder Viki looked as happy as could be, in a way that turned the tables and left Little Viki dumbfounded. How could she be so immodest? How could she be so carefree? Countless factors could turn against them at any moment, and even if they didn't, this was still the lowest of the low to resort to, even in an emergency. Little Viki would be ashamed of this for the rest of her life, yet Elder Viki seemed to lack any sense of context, any understanding why this was bad. Ignorance is bliss, it seemed.
But, when it came down to it, that meant that Elder Viki was happy and Little Viki was not. That's how it always seemed, the older magician could just keep going with a smile on her face no matter how flighty and inattentive her seemingly empty head made her. Little Viki still had no desire to grow into everything being her bigger self entailed, but Elder Viki was still friendly, played an active role in the resistances she was swept up in, and remained respected to a certain degree. And she was unconstrained by worries of decency.
Truthfully, it wasn't just anxiety that kept Little Viki's spirits damper than her panties, but the sensation of actually going. Yes, she was absolutely bursting, but that didn't excuse just how uncomfortable peeing was now. The warm urine shot through her urethra with a mighty force, leaving a stinging behind in every sensitive area it passed through. And her bladder still felt bloated, like it was continuing to hold all that liquid rippling across the ground before her, with the only explanation being how tense she remained.
"Just...relax, Viki. That has to be the secret, or...something of the sort." Little Viki closed her eyes and took a sharp inhale through the nose, holding the oxygen in her lungs for several seconds, before gently releasing the breath through gently-pursed lips. She looped this process, and with each cycle, her muscles gave slack and her pee spurted a single spray of extra power, unpleasant thoughts being pushed from her mind.
This repeated approximately a half-dozen times, but as time passed, whether it was a natural reaction or the result of her meditation, the pee began to feel pretty good. She really needed to go, after all, it only made sense that her bladder deflating would be somewhat pleasant. Her neck went limp and her head flopped to the side as she just let nature run its course. "Oooohhhhh...."
Still going quite strong herself, Elder Viki only barely heard that sigh of relief from her younger double. "Yeah, it feels really good, doesn't it?"
Little Viki's response was short, sweet, and said all it needed to. "Haaahhhhh..." Truly, there was nothing more that needed to be expressed, they were relieving themselves and it was all relief. The air itself seemed to heat up in the proximity of their warm urine combining in a rising puddle, endlessly peppered with trickles and splashes, all the telltale signs that this was a much-needed bathroom break, and very relaxing at that. Well, all aside from the rising scent. That, both Vikis could do without.
It was not to last, however. With no mental barriers that needed conquering, and not quite at a bursting level, Elder Viki began sputtering to a stop first, though this didn't exactly mean she was finished quite yet. The torrent diminished in force, while continuing onwards with respectable, typical power for several seconds. This persisted until there were no further reserves to be released, and Elder Viki's privates soon only produced a drizzle of drops sticking to the folds down below.
Somewhere around this point, Little Viki's distended bladder had shrunken wildly down without a massive quantity of urine inflating it. Her impressive, wide-reaching spray died down soon into a narrow shower still well beyond what many girls her age or size could comfortably produce. "Hah....haaahhh..." And reaching the climax was pushing Little Viki to her limits of a different kind, as she could hardly stop moaning long enough to pant over and over again.
Finally, at long last, she finished. A small squirt of a hidden reserve followed, but was hardly more than a drop in the yellow ocean still resting on the soil's surface, and then there was nothing left to give. For a good while afterwards, Little Viki stayed in place with her shivering squat, eyes unfocused, chest heaving with deep breaths as her lower regions air dried.
Because she was unresponsive, Elder Viki became the first to express a closing thought, still squatting and nude from the waist-down. "Phew! I can't remember the last time I had to go that bad!"
It took a few more gasps before Little Viki could respond with some modicum of coherence. "That's...that's no surprise. But yes, I can safely say I've never held off using the restroom that long either."
"It's not so bad peeing outside, is it?"
"As I said before, I'm perfectly able to relieve myself outdoors, I simply greatly prefer not to."
"But this was an emergency, wasn't it?"
Little Viki nodded, and as her gaze subsequently drifted downwards, she looked straight into her older self's girlhood. Her eyes widened before quickly forcing shut. "T-this is hardly the time to have a conversation! Redress yourself!"
"Oh! Right, I didn't realize I still had nothing on!" Pushing herself up into standing, Elder Viki let her robe fall, the hem hanging a mere inch above the massive urine pond, with even less of a gap to some of the more prominent floating bubbles. Totally presentable once more, she smiled brightly...until she felt a drop of tepid pee snake down her thigh. "Oops, I forgot to wipe. Um, do you need me to find something for you, Viki?"
There was no need, as Little Viki was already on her feet and already had her drenched panties in her grip, pulling them up with a disgusted grimace. "There's no point, I'd just get wet again immediately afterwards." Defeated, she let go and allowed gravity to take her dress to her ankles.
"Oh, I suppose that's right. Um, I'm sorry I can't offer you anything about that."
"No, you couldn't. Though, I'd like to ask a question on that topic, actually: why don't you have any undergarments on?"
"Er...oh, that's right! It's a funny story, actually, I teleported myself once, and my underwear didn't come with me. I never found them, so I still don't have any. I really don't mind, it's kinda nice to be free."
"Okay, too much information! I just want to get back to Budehuc and soak in a bath. The women's bath this time!"
"Yeah, I could use a bath myself. So, what about next time? Is there someplace you'd feel more comfortable going tinkle?"
"Next time? No! I'll figure something out at Budehuc, I never want to repeat today's humiliating events again!" Little Viki's tone and volume dropped, as her next sentence exited as little more than a whisper. "Though, I suppose Budehuc is just as prone to failure..."
Regardless, Elder Viki continued with her usual jauntiness. "Um, I'm sorry it didn't really work out this time, but we've learned, haven't we? I'm sure it'll be better next ti-"
"Listen," Little Viki interrupted, "I'm truly grateful that you went so far out of your way to help me. But all it did was embarrass me and cause me to come as close as humanly possible to having an accident without actually doing so. It would be better for all if I simply continued my current strategy of finding new locations at the castle." It was hard to be positive with the ever-cooling pee sticking to her butt and more private areas.
"Hmmm..." If these kinds of excursions were not acceptable, Elder Viki needed to remember what her fallback was. "Have you been going in the lake?"
"What?! No, of course I haven't! We use that water for cooking, drinking, bathing, laundry, we can't simply taint it with our bodily fluids!" At first, it was a look of disgust at even being suggested such a filthy solution, but Little Viki soon adopted a look of horror as she realized exactly why that was the location that came to her bigger self's mind first. "You've been urinating in the lake, haven't you?"
"Well, yes. It's a big lake, I'm sure my pee isn't doing that much. Besides, it's water, a toilet uses water, it just feels right."
All of a sudden, Little Viki began rethinking that bath plan. And the idea of drinking any water from that lake. But she couldn't exactly go around cautioning everyone that Viki was polluting the water, because with over a hundred Stars of Destiny to spread the rumor, it was just a matter of time before the warning was perverted into being Little Viki's fault.
No, she had to fix this herself, by fixing herself. "If you're going to continue to act this way, then I have no choice. I wanted to avoid unnecessary disturbances in the timestream, but if it will protect our present allies, then I know the location of the women's restroom in Toran Castle."
"Oh, that's good! I don't think I could ever find that bathroom, you know, and because it was in the middle of the lake..."
"I get the picture. If you agree, I'll find you next time the need arises, and you can better acquaint yourself with a proper receptacle. I'd also like to have that option available once more." Little Viki stepped forward to complete the agreement with a handshake, but as soon as one foot extended before the other, she experienced the sickening sensation of her panties peeling free from their pee adhesive, quickly sticking to her skin in a slightly different position. She didn't want to make any unnecessary movements.
Elder Viki understood fast enough, and took the initiative herself to close the minimal distance, putting a hand on Little Viki's shoulder and using her other to lift her Wow Wow Wand, with an expectant eye. "How about that bath first?"
Little Viki wanted to object, knowing that the water would not be as clean as necessary for a task such as bathing. Until she heard the subtle squish of her underwear shifting once more. She'd be soaking in urine regardless, better the diluted quantity than the localized one actively causing her distress. "Yes, I think that's a necessity."
With a usual smile, Elder Viki activated her Blinking Rune, and the two returned to home base. Little Viki wanted to forget what had transpired today, and Elder Viki probably would, unintentionally. Either way, both agreed: it could have gone worse.
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True to her word, Little Viki had brought the two to Toran Castle, where they blended right in with the growing Liberation Army residing in the tower, and had quickly reached the restroom. And had joined the long line of girls in various stages of desperation. Now that Camille had thrown up her arms in frustration and left, muttering something about "finding literally anywhere else", every single member of the queue was doing a potty dance in some capacity. Kasumi, Tengaar, Lorelai, every one of them could wet themselves at a moment's notice.
At the front, Cleo began frantically knocking on the wooden door, with one hand buried under her skirt. "Whoever is in there, could you please leave? There's a line of women out here that really need to use the bathroom!"
From inside the small closet, the voice of the young Meg shouted out. "I'm sorry, but I really can't come out right now! I need to clean up my clot- I mean, I just need more time!"
Everyone waiting groaned in disbelief, and that included the Vikis towards the back. "This feels really familiar for some reason," Elder Viki remarked.
"Records say the Liberation Army shouldn't have been this big at this date. What a time for the books to be incorrect," Little Viki lamented, squeezing her fingers tighter around the portion of dress currently being pressed against her crotch. Soon enough, she squirmed and squealed as a spurt of pee dripped into her panties.
All the way at the back, a Viki just a bit younger than Elder Viki began rubbing her knees together, both hands holding herself with everything she had, feeling her control slip away. "What? Oh! Oh!" |
"Wow... There are very few people coming around, aren't there?"
Lilin stood behind a bar counter, though not in any work capacity. Actually serving patrons was Louise's job, what few there were. Though they were located in the Kingdom of Obel, they were not in the island's main town. They were situated in a small cave on the cliffside adjacent to Obel's Royal Palace, one that had been never been used in what seemed like years. Now, however, the king had offered it to Lazlo, a disgraced Knight of Gaien, to gather allies in opposition of Kooluk Empire. Lilin herself had met Lazlo when he, along with two of his fellow knights and a merchant Nay-Kobold, washed up on the island where she lived, and joined him when he drove off the fishermen of the Cray Trading Company who would sell her skin. Mermaids were very valuable on the black market.
She felt her swim bladder grow tight as she thought of Lazlo; he was a nice, dependable guy, he'd surely win many others over to his side. But that would take time, so as of now, this cave hideout base was mostly empty. Lilin had nothing to do, aside from fiddling behind the counter in the process of making a seashell necklace. She'd look up in the hopes that someone else would have come in every minute.
She was lonely, that much was true. Without her mermaid sisters around, she didn't know anyone and didn't have anyone to talk to. And her skillset was limited, there just wasn't anything she could do to help out. Time seemed to move at a fraction of the speed when she was bored and could only just stand around.
She had nothing to distract herself from the tedium, or from something else. She felt as if an eternity had passed, that was obviously exaggerating, but it really had been a long time, and her aquatic body had taken note. Louise had done her part by occasionally pouring a pitcher of water on Lilin to keep her hydrated, that kept her healthy, but it also had its side effects. So many fluids in her system, while necessary for her survival, were eventually filtered through and necessitated release thusly.
Lilin wasn't used to holding her pee. She spent so much of her life in the water, where her bodily fluids were birthed, it was where they would return to in the end. Meaning, if she ever felt that little urge to tinkle, out it came in a warm cloud. The mermaid had not developed even the slightest bladder strength thanks to that complacency. Big sister Lilon had told her not to be lazy, but it was just so convenient.
But she wasn't in the water now. She was on dry land, far from the ocean, becoming desperate to make a puddle with her piddle. Without the ocean surrounding her to diffuse the yellow fog, she couldn't just let go without making a big mess on the floor, and that would be rude. She couldn't make someone clean up after that kind of thing...and she didn't want to have to do it herself.
She couldn't hold out forever, not very long at all, so she'd have to act soon. Time was already running a little low, judging by the way she was unconsciously keeping her legs touching together. The only thing she could do was run down to the shore and "take a quick swim". And she'd have to do so without hesitation if she didn't want to lose it. But she still found it difficult to speak up. "Miss Louise, the mermaid will-"
Whatever she was going to say, it was soon interrupted by the door to the saloon slamming open, and in the frame stood Cedric, bill-skipper extraordinaire. "The Kooluk Empire is here! Everybody get ready!" With the message delivered, he ran off, eager to save his own skin.
Lilin sprung up at the announcement. It wasn't that she was expecting this, everyone in this little rebel entourage had been told by King Lino En Kuldes that this would happen soon, it was just a little nerve-wracking to know it was now. Not made any easier by her not knowing what would happen next. Okay, she herself wasn't told directly by the king, she had heard a portion of the information second-fin.
There was one thing she knew, however: whenever a shark approached, the school of fish would scatter. Likewise, if a human predator was arriving, the best way to survive would be to escape, and that would mean being as fast as her sea legs could carry her. So, she scampered out from behind the bar, jumping into a run.
That lasted two steps before she slid to a halt, shivering and squealing. She had forgotten that her biggest predicament just a minute earlier was the possibility that she may wet herself, and was reminded by a sudden tidal surge hitting her hard. She very nearly slammed her scaly legs together and buried her hands between them, but she maintained her composure, just barely. She definitely looked a little worried in her big blue eyes, nothing out of the ordinary given the circumstances, but she kept her pee need secret, for the time being.
Still, she needed to pee very badly, and that required attending to. Lucky for her, both problems could be solved in the same way: if she could get to the ocean, she could easily swim away from the Kooluk, and do her business at the same time. She just had to make it down off the cliff and into the ocean. And if she wanted to make it in time, she needed to hurry that way, which started with her making a mad dash for the front door of the saloon in the chaos.
No sooner had Lilin stepped out of the more developed section of the cave, into a standard rocky cavern, that she dropped any pretense of modesty. Her hands, clad with the rest of her upper body in a full white skintight wetsuit, zoomed between her legs and pressed down on her "delicate coral". She found she had nothing to worry about yet, her groin was only damp and not soaked, so she hadn't leaked.
Still, she needed to hurry, down to that endless blue expanse that greeted her eyes as she stepped out of the stone cavity into the light of day. And all the hostile ships that filled that water. True, from a distance, there was nothing that outwardly gave away their hostility, but she could just feel their aura. Of course, once she was in the water, she could escape them in a flash.
She'd need to get down there first, and that wasn't as simple as just jumping down. The cliffside was high above sea level, and while the water was deep enough for ships to dock without an extended pier, it wouldn't be safe to jump from here. There was a middle stroke necessary here, though she wasn't too happy about it. "I need to walk down to the water, then." Just the thought caused a squeak to rise in her gills, her muscles to stiffen, and her heart to drop. Still, she hurried towards the royal palace, the first step on the road to the harbor.
That first step would also turn out to be her first rest stop on the trek. No sooner did she arrive at the gates of the palace, hands still between her blue legs, did she have to stop and double over forward. "Mhgh... Will the mermaid really last until she reaches the water?" The cliff path was a bit on the long side, and it was a nerve-wracking trip for someone so inept at fighting, with a few monsters lurking about.
But she had made it this far. She had made it to the palace and blindly stepped into one of the shallow pools in the courtyard, feeling her foot swish in the lukewarm water. Yet, despite this, a chill ran up her spine, and she froze with one foot in the bath. Just that sensation of wetness on her foot, even if it didn't even reach her ankles, was enough to practically destroy her. After all, it was water, both the wonderful end goal of her search and the terrible reason for the search.
"I suppose...I was simply looking for water..." The pool was shallow, but if she really parked her butt down, she could get her little oyster just below the surface and covertly do her business. She couldn't turn her gaze from the clear water, thinking how she could pollute it. Her mouth practically started watering at the possibility of relief so close, and her other foot found its way in. The fins on the backsides of her shins wiggled in anticipation of the bliss that would soon follow.
She had begun to crouch down, when a sound rose from the town below, one of worry and oncoming danger. "Oh, right... The Kooluk are here..." She had sort of forgotten, but there were more reasons to hurry to the ocean besides just the real threat of busting wide open. She couldn't waste time, not just for herself, but because she might get left behind if she dawdled. However everyone else was escaping, they could do it without her, and she couldn't let that happen.
But first she'd need to drag herself from the tempting pull of these pools. She had to squeeze her eyes shut, and only then she could delicately step out of the tepid water. That was a bad idea. For a brief moment, with her sight cut off, with a lull in the chaos, the only mermaid sense of hers to be stimulated was the feeling of stale fluids around her feet, being slowly absorbed into her aquatic system, as if she wasn't already retaining more than enough water. And the feeling of water hated loneliness, yearning to add to its ranks.
"Eep!" It didn't even look like it was planned, but Lilin leapt out of the pool and landed gracefully on the hard pavement beside it. It would have actually looked elegant, were it not immediately followed by the fiercest squeezing of the crotch, straining her muscles so hard that it seemed she would wring the water from her body like a sea sponge. Were she only so lucky. No, just because she tensed didn't mean anything was coming out. That was a little good, but she really needed to get it out, now. "T-this mermaid can't waste any time! I'm gonna leak!" With her hands acting as a quivering dam, Lilin floundered down the stairs, into the proper Obel town.
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The town of Obel was both very simple, and very confusing. It was broken into several small districts, defined by the types of business that were conducted in each segment, all connected. The problem was, to the untrained visitor, many of these streets looked quite identical, making distinguishing between them challenging. Were it a straight line to the harbor, this would hardly matter to the one-stream mind of the mermaid, but there were snaking roads and split paths, some that would lead deeper into the town, and some that would circle around back up to the palace.
This was most likely the reason Lilin soon found herself lost. "H-have I passed here already?" The rows of buildings all looked so similar, and the only distinguishing characteristics they displayed were small boards, each adorned with scribbles unfamiliar to the mermaid. The scribbles were different per building, but she still couldn't tell them apart.
The search was taking too long, that was the fact. Lilin had gone up and down countless sets of stairs, but if she had fallen asleep at the start and washed up here, she would have thought she hadn't moved. The only clue that she had gotten somewhere was the sound of the ocean waves, sounding a little different. Whether she was closer, she couldn't say.
The one thing she knew for absolute certain was just how waterlogged she felt. And that would have been bad enough if said water wasn't constantly fighting her, bogging her down, not allowing her to remove her hands from between her legs, not even for a second. The poor mermaid was about to flood, or collapse from the exertion of not flooding.
"I think I made a mistake not doing it earlier..." If she could do it again, Lilin would unhesitatingly pee in that pool up by the royal palace. But she couldn't just go back up there now, not when she was so close to the end. Or maybe she was closer to the top, she didn't know. But going back now would just get her lost even more, so pressing forward was all she could do.
It wasn't possible to stop along the way, either, she was discovering. It was a bit crass to admit, but with every step she took, Lilin checked everywhere, swept her gaze, but being in the domain of land-dwellers, there was no water to be found, just nowhere she could possibly take a pee. So, the ocean was her only chance, lest she make an ocean herself. But she'd probably be fine, so long as she took it slow and wasn't startled.
"You! Weird girl, stop!" A small contingent of Kooluk troops had already come ashore, and were rounding up the residents of the Kingdom of Obel in preparation of their conquest soon-to-come. And now a couple were charging towards Lilin, their weapons already drawn.
As part of a species that had to escape hunters and harvesters frequently, Lilin knew what to do. "Aaahhh, no, this mermaid doesn't want to be fished up by sharks again!" Her fight-or-flight response, the latter half specifically, kicked in, and she bolted in the opposite direction. Even with sea legs, adrenaline carried her swiftly away from the danger, down the first path she could see. She could swear this was where she came from. But that didn't matter; as she ran from possible death, nothing else mattered.
"Eep!" Except for that. No amount of fear could mask the fires of boiling urine so overwhelming that even the vast oceans could not extinguish them. Needless to say, her hands stayed firmly between her scaly thighs, tensed and gripping tight. And with each surge of pain, each pulse of her ballooned bladder pushing its walls outwards, she stumbled and tripped up. Going down stairs, each slip brought with it the split-second fear that she might fall and break her fin.
But she couldn't slow down now, not when the looming failure hung over her, casting a shadow bigger than a killer whale. For the most part, all things considered, Lilin had dome a remarkable job not wetting herself up to now, keeping only as damp as a healthy mermaid on land should be. But that resolve was drying up fast, she just couldn't hold out much longer, and the shock and following exertion were taking their toll. Small squirts of pee, squirting out at irregular intervals, trickled between her clenched fingers and swam down the trails between the scales of her legs. "Ohhhh... I can't... I just can't..."
Her squeals nearly drowned out the noises of the world around her, but being so used to the sound, one thing cut through the tumult and reached her otoliths: crashing waves. They were always audible from somewhere across the island, but this time, it was a lot louder than it had been. In addition, the air turned cool, rife with the smell of salt. It was a scent Lilin could call home, and small tears of relief shone in the corners of her aquamarine eyes. Or they could have been tears born of pain, given that her rock-hard bladder now screamed for relief as it protruded from her stomach.
True to her expectations, her hope, Lilin's view was soon filled with the endless expanse of shimmering blue water, gently caressing the wooden supports of the docks with a pleasing wash. She had done it. She had made it to the pier. If it wouldn't result in a flood equal to the ocean she could practically feel, she would have just relaxed entirely at the wonderful knowledge that she had made it here.
Her, and several ships of Kooluk forces, its men filling the planks of the harbor. And every single one of them was looking at the mermaid, holding her crotch with no shame left, knees knocking and body trembling. Both parties just stared at each other for an uncomfortably long time, long enough to see Lilin double over forward now that nothing distracted her from just how much she was truly bursting.
Smelling her weakness like blood in the water, the front-line soldiers drew their weapons and charged for her, hoping to capture her without a fight. It might have worked, if she weren't a frantic mermaid on an island's port. All she had to do upon seeing the troops approach her was pivot herself away from Obel and jump right into the ocean, straightening her body vertically so as to plunge cleanly below the surface, out of reach of humans. Such a dive was second-nature to a mermaid, but with her desperation-wracked muscles all stiff and difficult to move, it wasn't the easiest.
Gratefully, like a blessing from beyond, that didn't matter anymore. As the salty seawater filled her gills, entered her pores, her body adjusted to the higher pressure pushing inwards, the pressure pushing outwards fizzled away. In her natural habitat, Lilin relaxed, and that included her bladder. With her legs together, arms pressed to her sides, she wriggled her body like an eel to cut through the water, at an excellent clip away from the island and the ships moored at it.
And, of course, her urine suddenly ceased to be a concern. Practically the instant she dove into the chilly water, her body relaxed, a golden cloud began streaking a trail marking her path, warming the route she swam. Her wading motions loosened, looking more boneless and flexible, as her eyes closed and lips pursed. "Hah...phew..."
Her long blonde hair swayed behind her, taking in the warm fog, and a hand found its way to her tummy. She had kept one there for most of the run down, cupping the bloated bladder in her palm, being extremely careful not to jostle it in a way it would never recover from. Not long before now, it had protruded evidently, almost to the size of the two air sacs on her chest. Granted, those sacs were noticeably smaller than a lot of human females she had encountered, but for a bladder to compare, it was agonizing to have it that big. Now, it shrunk by the second in her grasp, no longer straining as the discomfort vanished.
Having relieved herself this exact way many a time, Lilin didn't need to look back to know exactly the sort of mess she was leaving: a bright-yellow mist, shining in the refracted sunlight, slowly dissipating as it floated up towards the surface. To anyone looking, it was painfully obvious that it was the fault of the mermaid peeing, which was why she usually tried to go down deep enough that humans couldn't see her, and why she tried to do it when her sisters wouldn't see.
She hadn't been quite so careful on that first point this time, but that was only because she couldn't manage that much. And she couldn't care, not when it felt so good. "Aahhhhhhh...oohhhhh..." She moaned and gasped several times, slightly indecent noises. She felt her hard piddle sputter in intensity, leaving her little clam quivering in the aftermath. It was bliss. Nice, comfy, warm bliss, relaxing her to the point that her mind started to go blank, and she could just fall asleep here.
First things first, of course, she had to finish peeing, which wasn't that far off. Lilin was not the greatest at holding her pee, so even at this level of desperation, there wasn't that much in her bladder. Her strokes slowed as her flipper feet calmed down, meaning she surrounded herself with the finale of her murky release. It was harder to tell when she had actually finished spraying water when she was surrounded by water, but the lack of contracting muscles in her abdomen told her that tinkle time was over, and she couldn't contain her smile. "Ah, I feel so much better now!" She had never felt so light and hydrodynamic, she spun and performed loops without a care in the world.
She was only stopped by a sudden intense quake, amplified in the water. Strong waves washed overhead from the direction of the island, the vibrations surrounding Lilin, prompting the mermaid to cower and curl up in place. Was this some weapon the Kooluk had brought? Lilin thought she had heard someone talking about a dangerous Kooluk weapon, and if she had to face something like that, she'd be so scared, she'd wet herself.
Yet, she worked up the courage to surface and check it out, rinsing off any pesky urine still stuck to her scales in the ascent. And when she emerged out from the briny sea, she immediately saw why the tide was crazy: half of Obel's cliffside falling away in chunks, each boulder causing a tsunami that swept Lilin away when it reached her, sending her tumbling further with each crash. It got harder to see the ship that was revealed from behind the destruction, right where their hidden base was, sailing out where the Kooluk ships weren't ready for them.
"...oh, I get it! Everybody got on a ship to get away!" She felt a sense of relief wash over her for a second time, knowing that her new friends were safe. And, if she were to stick around, their home base would be one where Lilin could much more easily take a dip when she felt a little dried out. She wouldn't need to hold her pee so long if the ocean was right there for the swimming.
Going back under to gain some distance, Lilin pushed her body hard to build speed, and breached high into the air, flying straight like an arrow until gravity took hold, bringing her sliding onto the ship's deck, greasing up the wooden planks that made up its floor with her soaking wet body. The few people out on the deck, ready at the rune cannons in case Kooluk attempted to stop their escape, were surprised to see a mermaid suddenly land on their ship.
Lilin didn't notice the odd stares she was receiving, not when she was in such a good mood. With a bright smile and dripping form, she made her way into a door leading below deck, out of the way of the action. She wanted to get back to her new friends, to the search for her sisters, and now that she felt so refreshed without an ocean of urine bogging up her system, she could do all that in earnest. And she had a feeling this panicked emergency wouldn't happen again. "This mermaid now knows to take a little break now and again!" |
Maybe if I...no, I can't! T-they're all so scary! But I have to...but they'd eat m-me if I tried! A little creature continued mulling the same thoughts over and over as he looked over the empty expanse of the Lucille Plain. Actually, were it empty, he wouldn't be worrying himself so much, and his problem would be solved. The problem was the herds of fang rabbits that now inhabited these plains, pink hares as tall as he with a penchant for eating. He had heard they were herbivores, but he wasn't taking chances.
They were certainly large animals, but they were still less than half the size of an average adult human. Their stature was only so intimidating to someone as small as a featherfolk. Featherfolk were a race of bird-like people, the size of children, named for the many feathers that covered their bodies and formed wings on the undersides of their arms, and known for their incredible timidness. They rarely left their hometown of Gugleion, but on rare occasions, they found a greater purpose and ventured out into the world.
Of course, just because they saw beyond the walls of their village did not immediately cure them of their skittishness. Still, even among the nervous disposition of the featherfolk, few were as jittery as Mui. Covered in golden-white plumage, a permanent blush on his cheeks, his brown chestnut eyes almost invisible behind the paws used so often to cover his face, he was practically the living embodiment of the featherfolk stereotype. No one would suspect that he was one of Thorwad's heroes that had just saved the world from the centennial monsters, the Teras Pharma.
Now that the Teras Pharma were eradicated, things had calmed down, but that didn't mean that the world was free from strife. The aftermath of the war had devastated a lot of natural life, so as an herbalist, Mui came here, to this barren field, so he could sow some seeds and grow the greenery needed for the medicine the world would need to heal. He came here ready to do good, pouch full of seeds, but quickly discovered that the fang rabbits had intruded in the absence of bigger monsters. That realization was hours ago, and Mui hadn't moved since then, working up the courage to either get the job done or to run away.
I really need to get out of here soon... He couldn't take the plunge one way or another, but he knew he had a timer, one rooted in a heaviness situated around his tummy. I really need to go t-tinkle. He had spent so long debating what the smart next move would be, his bladder had ample time to begin filling with the fluids from earlier today. In an ideal world, he would have gotten to Lucille Plain, planted seeds all across the meadow, and gotten out of here before a need for a bathroom was ever a concern. But things hadn't gone according to plan, so here he was, desperation growing to worrisome levels.
"Ah, Mui, you're already here. That makes things a lot easier."
Mui was not expecting anybody else to show up, definitely not someone who knew him, so hearing his name was a shock. "Waaahhhhh!" With nothing nearby to hide behind, all he could do for shelter was throw himself into a corner against a rocky wall, crouching down and cowering with his head buried in his wings. More secretly, he leaked a little bit, nowhere near enough to be visible from the outside on thick canvas pants, but the shot of heat was incredibly evident to him. It was short, and he regained control quickly, but it was the nerve-wracking reminder that he really needed his pee break.
Hiding, curled up in a ball, Mui knew he would never get the chance to relieve himself if he did nothing, so he forced himself to lower his hands and look up. And what he saw was not a predator, but a tall, slim human with long brown hair. And he was someone that Mui knew: the closest of Thorwad's compatriots, making him one of Mui's companions as well. "Oh, R-Rolf!" That was a huge weight off his chest, knowing this was someone he could trust. "D-did you c-come here to help me?" That was when he noticed that Rolf was holding something, hard to tell exactly, but it seemed to be a small brown clump with a green stalk poking up. "Oh, is that a sapling? What kind of plant is it for?" Curious, the featherfolk hopped up like a bird and began looking it over.
"It would take too long to explain, and I haven't seen it myself, but Thorwad swears it'll work," Rolf assured. "Let's see how this works." Pulling the sapling away from the suddenly inquisitive Mui, Rolf knelt down nearby and began digging a hole in the soil with his hands, one deep enough to bury a sapling large enough that it could be cupped in two hands. So it took Rolf some time, but the hole wouldn't be large enough for it to be feasible for Mui to help with his big paws. He just had to watch, hope that simple observation was enough to take his mind off his desire to find the "little featherfolk's room". It wasn't.
At least it wasn't long before Rolf had finished, covering the exposed top of the bulb with loose dirt. He wasn't a master gardener, but Mui considered the work satisfactory. Given the proper conditions, it would begin sprouting into a fine tree within a few years. It just needs proper sunlight and...watering... "But w-what is the tree supposed to d-do?"
No sooner did he ask a reasonable question did the freshly-planted little sprout do something that trees absolutely did not do: it grew. Rapidly. The green shoot rocketed upwards, its girth expanding swiftly as several branches birthed and jumped outwards, the central spire turned brown, and a blanket of leaves formed at the ends of the outreaching arms, with glowing blue vines hanging down. All of this happened within seconds; in less than a quarter-minute, that tiny bud had become an adult tree, right before their eyes.
Naturally, this wholly unusual phenomenon was horribly startling for poor Mui. "Kyaaah!" Shivering, he ran to his friend, hiding behind Rolf's comparatively large legs. His breathing had become shallow and rapid, and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as he wrapped his wings around Rolf's knees for some security. And, yes, Mui did pee his pants a little bit more. "T-t-the t-tree is g-going to e-eat us!"
Rolf was used to this kind of behavior, so he just laughed it off and continued admiring the tree. "So that's why you've placed your trust in those kids, Thorwad."
Several moments passed with nothing sinister happening, and Mui started to wonder if he was scared for nothing. That's when the tree started glowing, more and more until it reached a blinding flash, something else that trees definitely don't do. "Gyaaahh!" The featherfolk once again buried his face into the back of Rolf's knees, shaking like he had just molted at the peak of Mt. Hioni, as if his friend's lower body was the only shield between him and death. Even when the light had vanished, he wouldn't dare pry himself away from what he perceived as safe.
Because of this, the task of talking fell to Rolf. "Well, you surprised me. As soon as I planted the sapling, it grew quickly. It became such a splendid tree in no time at all."
"Is it...because it's an Era Tree?" Wah! T-that was someone else talking! W-where did they come from?!
"It interests me too, but... I think we should talk about medicinal herbs first." But Rolf trusts them, so m-maybe they're not ba- Wait, "medicinal herbs"? "Here, Mui." Ah, that's me! W-what do I do? I-I can't handle it! What if they're all planning to eat me? How am I supposed to r-run from them?
If he were to flee, he needed some information about what he was facing, so against his better judgment, he poked his head out from behind Rolf's lower half to get a better look at the strange tree. And there was indeed someone standing there. In fact, there were four people that Mui had never seen before, who had all seemingly come out of nowhere. He could tell one was an Ionian soldier, but the two women were completely unknown. And the man at the head of the group... "T-Thorwad?"
One of the women, a magician by the look of the staff she carried, clad in black and red robes, was the first to notice Mui's diminutive frame. "Wow, a featherfolk! I've never seen a real one before!"
That comment brought everyone's eyes onto little Mui, making him shrink away nervously. That little act, that tiny startled squeal and shuffle back as he averted his gaze down, completely captured the eye of the other woman, the one with dirty blonde hair curled up at her shoulders and an ankle-length white dress with maroon skirt. Every single bit of her attention was focused squarely on Mui with an unblinking gaze that pierced through to his soul, and being the center of attention like that made the poor featherfolk nervous, retreating halfway behind Rolf's legs with a muffled squeak.
That was the clincher. "Awwww, he's so cuuuuuute!" She was just shy of having hearts in her eyes; in every other way, she was as enamored as one could be, like her life had been empty before meeting a featherfolk. A wide, open smile lifted her expression to the sky, her hands were clasped over the sizable breasts that covered her melting heart, and blood rushed to her cheeks, fueled by a sugar rush from the undiluted sweetness she was looking at.
Mui had no experience in how to cope with this kind of affection, so he did what he always did: panic. "Oh, uh, ah... I-I-I thought... Excuse me please!" With the most forceful shout his shaky voice could muster, he turned to run.
He had only made one bound before Rolf, who had clearly anticipated this reaction, grabbed his upper wing to keep him still. "No, Mui, don't be afraid." Once Rolf was sure the featherfolk wasn't going anywhere when he felt his struggle go limp, he went back to addressing the other group. "Sorry about that. As you can see, he's very shy. Or rather, afraid."
Though she kept her distance, the infatuated girl squatted down to better meet a featherfolk's eye level. "Aw, it's okay, Mui. We're not going to hurt you."
He had little reason to believe that. "W-who are y-you?"
The Thorwad lookalike seemed hesitant as to how he should answer that. "Well...it's sort of a long story..."
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It was hard for Mui to follow, with all the new concepts being thrown his way, but he got the following: they were all from 100 years in the future, when the Teras Pharma had returned. They had returned thanks to the machinations of a group called the Vermilion Axe, who wanted to use their might to overthrow the Holy Empire of Ionia. The Vermilion Axe had destroyed the town of Schradt and wounded many of its citizens, so the bountiful medicinal herbs of the Lucille Plain called to them. It sounded to Mui like a trick, but when he looked up at Rolf, he received a nod of approval. As much as his gut objected, Rolf and Thorwad trusted them, so he shouldn't have a reason to worry.
He also learned who all the people who had come from the future were. The leader, Yusuke, was one of Thorwad's ancestors, trained in the same Blue Flash sword style as the hero Mui knew, which explained the resemblance. The Ionian soldier was Ducas, the mage was Myra, and the woman fawning over the featherfolk was Ilia Barcai, as she was all-too-eager to tell him. Ducas blurted out something about her uncle being the head of the Vermilion Axe, and got smacked in the back of the head by Myra for the insensitive comment. Everything seemed to be settled.
All except for one thing, as Ducas soon brought up. "So, what's going on with the herbs?"
"Oh, y-yes, t-that's... I-I came here to plant some herb seeds, but..." Looking down at his feet, Mui started scraping the dirt with his tiny talons as he began muttering. "I-I'm sorry, b-but-"
"The fang rabbits that ravaged the plains are still lurking around here, right?" Rolf really knew Mui, like he was inside the featherfolk's head. "That's why he hasn't sown any seeds yet."
"Y-yes..." He began hiding his face behind his wings. "I-I-I'm so sorry..."
"No, you did nothing wrong, Mui," Ilia exclaimed, quick to jump to his defense. "That's why we're all here, to help you!"
"That's right," Myra added. "It's important to us that the herbs are healthy as well."
Yusuke nodded. "Besides, Thorwad has helped us in some amazing ways, and I'd like to pay him back. So any friend of his is a friend of ours."
Though he was hesitant, Mui started to poke his head out of hiding. "Um, t-thank you..."
Rolf began chuckling. "Sounds like you'll be in good hands with them, Mui. I think I can trust you alone." And with little more than a wave goodbye, he was on his way out.
"Huh? W-w-wait!" Just because he could trust them didn't mean he was ready to be alone with them, people he didn't know. Even just having Rolf would ease his concern significantly, but it didn't seem like that would happen.
And he knew exactly why it would prove to be a problem. From when Rolf had appeared to now, though a lot had happened to distract him, the little featherfolk had never neglected the uncomfortable tingling in his bladder. He couldn't, it was just too omnipresent and worrying to possibly push to the back of his mind, knowing that it would have to be addressed sooner or later.
The problem was, he now had no idea how he would handle this predicament. He knew Rolf, they had adventured together and stopped a terrible calamity. If Mui was truly bursting, he might just barely be able to ask Rolf to wait while he took care of business. But with strangers? No, there was zero chance he'd work up that kind of courage around anyone he didn't already know. He really didn't want to remember how much he had tortured his poor bladder as a part of Thorwad's heroes.
It wasn't that he was doubting the abilities of these people from the future. But even the Holy Emperor himself would have a hard time clearing a large field of fang rabbits in the time Mui had left before...the undesirable outcome. It would simply be too long before the featherfolk would have a moment to himself again. Oh, I wasted my chance! I should have d-done it before Rolf showed up! Just the thought of the pain that lay ahead for him seemed to make it worse, and his knees bent inwards as he trembled. Of course, shivering in nervousness was nothing new for him, which was probably why nobody seemed to notice.
Nobody except for Ilia, of course, who just couldn't take her eyes off the featherfolk. While on his travels, Mui had heard the phrase "undressing someone with your eyes"; he couldn't help but wonder if that would describe what he was on the receiving end of. One way or another, he got an answer when Ilia snapped. "Oh, I can't take it anymore!" Faster than lightning, Ilia dived for Mui, wrapping her arms around his tiny body, squeezing him like a snake, lifting him off the ground with his paws dangling as she stood up and rocked him to and fro. It wasn't all bad, she kept him comfortable with his face in her two ample cushions, though he didn't care about that. "You're just too precious, Mui!"
"Alright, Ilia, you're being overbearing," Myra warned, though it didn't sound like she was all that invested. "You've barely met the poor thing, I'm sure he wants his space."
Ducas nodded. "I'm sure it's overwhelming. Guys aren't used to beautiful women throwing themselves at them."
"Yeah, you've definitely never experienced that."
"Okay, that's enough, Myra," Yusuke interrupted, putting a stop to the argument in the making. "Er, Ilia, you really should let go of him now."
"Oh, sorry!" As she loosened her embrace, Mui took the first chance he could get to pull his face out of her bust, gasping for air as he felt freedom against his twitchy little button nose. Just looking at that, it took every ounce of willpower for Ilia to not suffocate him in another constricting hug. "It's just...he's so precious, I can't help myself!" Though she would have been content to hold him forever, she did put the featherfolk down. Notably, he took a step back as soon as his feet touched the ground, shrinking into a smaller silhouette. She should have been saddened by the subtle rejection, but honestly, the shyness just captured Ilia's heart even further.
However, on the other end of the infatuation, Mui felt worry well up in his chest. I knew it... I'm never g-going to get any alone time so long as s-she's around! I mean, I couldn't ever ask anyway, but...j-just in case I did... Again, his bladder seemed to get even fuller at the mere thought of trouble, making it incredibly difficult to hide his needs. The normal actions of his nervous disposition could only hide so much. Oh, I really really don't wanna w-wet myself...
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"All right! That's how we clean up around here!" They had barely gotten started on their quest, and already, Ducas was boasting. One fang rabbit slain at his spear, and he was acting like the strongest soldier around.
Nobody had the time to berate him for his cockiness, because there was still the rest of this pack of savage hares to deal with. Yusuke was putting his Blue Flash style swordsmanship to the test as the nimble targets charged him, while Myra covered his back with fire magic. They all had at least some experience fighting, but even with some time to grow accustomed to battling the Teras Pharma, opponents like this were still an unusual challenge.
Meanwhile, in the back, Ilia could only watch. She was an herbalist, a healer, she was not much of an asset when it came to a straight battle, her best tactic was just to hang back and watch as her friends got attacked by all manner of beasts. She wouldn't show it, but she hated that weakness, her inability to make a difference for those close to her. She could only stand by in support as everyone she loved fought their own battles, becoming nothing more than a bystander.
So she channeled that frustration into her art: if she couldn't act, she could help the people she believed in. Even as she suffered under the knowledge that her uncle, the man who has basically raised her after the fire in Martylion claimed her parents, wanted to destroy the world she knew, she followed Yusuke with all her heart as they struck out to change the world. And now that they had traveled a century to the past, maybe she could change things.
And if she was going to change the future, she first needed to improve herself. Thankfully, she had an easy jump to that end. Though she didn't understand exactly what he meant, Yusuke had said that, through simply a desire to learn, he had picked up sword skills from Thorwad the first time he traveled to the past. So, if Mui were to show me something special of his, I should be able to do it too. But does it have to be an herbalist technique? Does he have to want to teach me?
Well, before any of that, he needs to talk to me. Ever since their first interaction, Mui had kept his distance from Ilia, never keeping more than a second of eye contact with her. Maybe I was being a bit too overbearing with him...but he's just too irresistible! Still, as cute as he was, he clearly felt alienated and uncomfortable. Which did make him cuter, yes, but it would make being his student more challenging.
So I just have to bridge the gap between us, somehow. "Actually, Mui, I'm an herbalist too."
That got his attention, even if it wasn't undivided. "U-um, t-that's what I t-thought. Y-your bag g-gave it away." True, the two both wore brown leather pouches around the fronts of their waists, used to easily store and access all their supplies.
"Yes, and all of us grew up hearing the legends of how Thorwad and his team of heroes saved the world from the Teras Pharma. I know how much you must have helped them, kept them going."
A blush bloomed on the featherfolk's little cheeks. Though, Ilia realized, he always looked like that. "N-n-no, I-I didn't do that much! Y-you don't have t-to think anything of m-me!" He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his arms out as a makeshift barrier between the two.
"Phew, those guys were a real hassle, but we got ‘em!" Reveling in his success, Ducas strutted back from the scene of the battle, scuffed up and beaten, but victorious.
Honestly, Ilia hardly noticed however Ducas was doing. "Oh, Yusuke, you're hurt!" She rushed to his side, looking over his injuries. Clearly, the fang rabbits had gotten a few good hits in on him, because his clothes were ripped and blood seeped from a few flesh wounds.
"It's not that bad, Ilia, really." Him, Myra, and Ilia had all been childhood friends back in Therbe Village, so he knew that Ilia was the overbearing type. He knew that reassurances and downplaying would do nothing, and was therefore expecting her to reach right for her bag and start mixing herbs to treat his injuries, which she did. The skill was unmistakable, as her hands worked deftly and nimbly with all manner of leaves and petals that nobody else could keep straight.
Nobody except Mui, that is. He could instantly identify every ingredient that went into her mixture, knew the purpose of each, and could therefore piece together the potion she was concocting. Though, granted, it was a very basic recipe. Still, something about it seemed off. "How much s-solution are you using with that?"
"Hm?" She paused in the middle of her measuring, with an unopened bottle of clear viscous liquid in her right hand. "About 100 milliliters. Is there something wrong?"
Upon being questioned back, Mui yelped and jumped back, hiding his face behind his wings again. "N-n-no, it's nothing! J-j-just ignore m-me!" Eventually, though, he did shift his arms around, until one of his eyes could peek through a gap. "I-it's just...you should be using m-more than that."
"What? But using more solution would dilute it too much to be very effective."
Again, Mui recoiled. "N-n-no, y-you're right! B-but, if you add another three grams of medicinal flower and two g-grams of dragon grass leaf in addition to 350 milliliters of s-solution-"
"-it would create a larger mixture of potion while still maintaining a proper ratio of ingredients, keeping the extra thinning of higher quantities of solution in mind!" She had never heard this theory before, but just as it was being explained to her, it was like she had known it all along, suddenly appearing in her mind. Without any further instruction, she began making the potion Mui had described, like she was a master that had made this concoction hundreds of times. And, within a matter of seconds, the potion was complete. "Wow... With this much, I could treat all of you at once!" She didn't wait for permission before pouring some of the mixture into her open palm and spreading it over Yusuke's wounds, in a very "hands-on" way. "Yusuke, is this how you learned from Thorwad?"
"Yes. It's a strange sensation, isn't it?"
"No, I quite enjoy it! Mui's legacy and technique can live on through me!" Now finished with doctoring Yusuke, Ilia looked back at the featherfolk and smiled. "Thank you very much, Mui!"
A second passed, but eventually, the compliment softened Mui's guard. He slowly relaxed his stance and lowered his wings, exposing his face in its entirety. Though his eyes continued to dart around nervously, he looked a bit more comfortable, even if he was certainly still fidgeting and skittish. It was a small step, but the mere fact that the step was made warmed Ilia's heart. You'll get there, Mui.
With Yusuke taken care of, and plenty of potion to spare, she moved to treat Myra next, slowly pouring more of the medicine into her hand so as not to spill it over her cupped palm and curled fingers. It was the sight of that trickling liquid so close to her eyes, coupled with the cold fluid against her bare skin, that reminded her of something. Mmph... That's right... It had been quite some time since Ilia had used the restroom, she recalled.
She couldn't be blamed for letting that natural need slip her mind; a lot had happened to her recently. Her uncle was the man leading the Vermillion Axe and summoning the Teras Pharma, the town she had called home for so much of her life was brought to ruin as a result, many of the people she had known were injured in the attack, and the grief at not having the means to help them was the reason they had traveled a century into the past, a concept that seemed impossible before she experienced it herself. Wow, when I put it all in order, it really has been a long time. Far too long...
Thanks to her ankle-length dress, she had the freedom to covertly cross her legs as she treated Myra, squeezing her thighs high up to keep her girlhood clenched shut. It did take the sharpest of the edge off, but not much more than that. She still felt that telltale strain thanks to the taut, hard bump on her stomach, the kind of discomfort she would normally be scurrying to "dispose of".
Ilia had done a lot of traveling throughout her life, particularly the road between her home in Schradt and her training and friends in Therbe. She never made the trek alone, and no amount of "just in case" before departing or careful rationing of water on the walk could keep her empty the entire hike. As a result, she had naturally grown to be more accepting of not only the eventual need to urinate outdoors, but how to let her companions know she was doing so. She just used indirect language. As an herbalist always gathering materials, it was totally possible she really was wandering off to pick flowers. Surely they've never figured it out.
But things weren't so simple this time, for several reasons. There was always the concern of monsters attacking while she was alone, but that was prior to the Teras Pharma appearing; it was worth being cautious about back then, but not a likely occurrence. Even without Teras Pharma here, she knew there were plenty more fang rabbits, it was dangerous to separate from the group. Especially with how far she'd have to go if she wanted her pee to be private, because there really wasn't much cover in an open plain. She'd need to stroll halfway across the field to hide, and if her only excuse was "I saw some herbs I want to collect", it would stretch credibility that she could see them from such a distance.
It wasn't that hard for Ilia to convince herself to just hold off for the time being. She recognized it was a necessity, gotten good at doing it cleanly, but she couldn't say she was a fan of squatting. With her dress, it was just tedious to get all that out of the way, with a constant worry that it would slip at some point, right into harm's way. It would be nice if I could learn to pee standing. Why does that have to strictly be a guy thing? It would at least prevent her dropping her rear in a bed of poisonous plants again.
So, if she didn't want to do her business around here, she really just had to wait. Once Lucille Plain was cleared of danger, its soil sown with seeds, they would return to their present time, and she'd figure out something then, when she was in more familiar territory. Though, judging by the severity of the sensation below her stomach, she wouldn't be making it anywhere civilized in her time. Just the feeling of being in the world she knew was a promising proposition, one where she knew what would be dangerous to wipe with. Mui just needed to get his seeds in the ground, and she could return to that world.
Speaking of which, Mui hadn't moved at all. The fang rabbits in this area had been disposed of, everyone was fixed up from the battle, yet he remained still. Ilia's bladder panged at the sight, the thought that her release had been delayed as a result. "Um, Mui, sweetie? You can start planting your seeds."
Nobody had moved any time recently, yet somehow, it seemed the featherfolk had forgotten they were all there. What else could explain how suddenly he jolted, crying as his scrawny wings fluttered in a futile attempt to pull his child-sized body to escape. It was only when he crashed back down and saw everybody looking funny at him that he came to his senses. "A-ah! R-right! I-I-I'm so s-sorry!" Hopping over to a nearby patch of fresh dirt, the featherfolk reached into his bag to grab his seeds. Something that seemed to take him a while. He should have everything organized in there, what's happening? Eventually, he did pull out a pawful of small pebbles and, bending his reverse-facing knees, he crouched close enough to the ground to reach out and began scratching some trenches into the earth with his seldom-used claws.
"A...a...a...AAAAWWWWWWWW!!!" With his little back hunched just so, working in the dirt, he looked like a little kid making sandcastles on the beach. Somehow, he had done it, and exceeded his cuteness limit in Ilia's eyes. Her body was soon overflowing with an urge to run up and squeeze him tight, thereby interrupting his sowing. It was only that thought that kept her from acting; the thought that Mui possibly wouldn't enjoy it never crossed her mind.
Actually, something else did make her think twice about it: the glee caused her concentration to slip, and that had a very evident negative consequence. "Ah!" With her focus all in another place, her heavy bladder jumped at the chance to expel some of its mass and ease its burden. While it was a quick run, Ilia caught wise almost as soon as it began, and it was thanks to this swift response that she only had a small squirt of scorching urine squeeze out and soak into her underwear. Which, of course, came paired with the searing pain induced by pee stuck in her urethra, unable to go back and unable to leak out.
But that didn't mean it wasn't going to try. In fact, it probably would have succeeded, were it not for Ilia's quick thinking. Faster than anything the Blue Flash sword style could muster, her hands flew straight to her crotch to hold on and clutch her hole shut. Of course, with her large bag acting as a wall against her swimsuit area, above a leather half-apron to protect her legs from the pack's shifting friction, the easiest way to accomplish this task was to throw her hands into the bag and grab herself through it. Naturally, her iron grip was dramatically dampened by its force needing to retain through thick canvas, the skirt of her dress, and her panties just to top it off. It meant only about half her strength actually reached her crotch, but with her thighs cradling her wrists and pushing them further in, it was enough. "Ahh..."
"Uh, Ilia... What are you doing?" Problem was, she wasn't alone. Even if they couldn't see her hands, they saw her shove them down there and tense up, something that was sure to raise a few questions. Hence, why Myra was probing her, and why Yusuke and Ducas were looking at her funny.
Yet again, Ilia had to act quickly. Not just for fear of being found out, but her friends staring at her while her twitching hands were the only thing keeping her dress dry was...embarrassing. "Oh, I'm just...organizing! Yeah, there's so many different herbs in here, it's important to always keep them in individual pockets!" Technically, it wasn't a lie, it just wasn't what she was doing at the moment. Still, she could make them believe it, with a couple flicks of the wrist and an unfocused stare into the dark contents of her pouch. It did mean she couldn't properly hold herself anymore, but it did seem to gradually convince everyone that nothing was amiss with Ilia. And once they had turned their attention to other matters, she could go right back to it.
"O-okay, t-the seeds are p-planted," Mui quietly stammered, slowly pushing himself up. "C-c-can we m-move on n-now? I-I m-mean, only i-if you're all o-okay with it!"
"Of course, if that's what you want, we'll hurry!" Not that she wouldn't have agreed with Mui regardless, he was too cute to ever argue with, but she did have an ulterior motive to support his request. The sooner we finish here, the sooner we return to our own time, and I can do my business then. The group got moving to the next herd of fang rabbits, and despite the uncomfortable heat and pressure welling up in her abdomen, a rising confidence reached her head instead. Yes, I'll make it.
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No, I won't make it! The majority of the vicious fang rabbits had been slain, and many of their nesting grounds now hosted many herb seeds, Mui should have been relieved that this scary ordeal was nearly over. But how could he be, when he so badly needed relief of a different kind? Until his poor little bladder, now stretched far past any normal size, was given the chance to drain its fluids, he would never feel relaxed.
Mui had been holding his pee this entire time, and it had only gotten worse the longer he put it off. He had no choice but to put it off indefinitely; with everybody around, there was no chance his shyness would allow any release. Thankfully, he didn't need to exert himself with anything more taxing than squatting close to the ground and tilling, but even that limited movement was testing his patience. Every time he tried to do something more demanding than standing still and thinking dry thoughts, he would be swiftly struck with a punishing blast of fiery pain from the large bulge on his tummy, and each time, he thought that would be the end, only held back by some discrete holding from his shaking paws.
By this point, the desperation had been going on for so long, Mui had forgotten what it felt like to not have to pee. But even so, he wanted to reclaim that sensation, or lack of sensation, so badly, it consumed his every thought. Every time he closed his eyes to blink, he could so clearly visualize him yanking his little guy out and spraying the ground in front of him. It was a short flash, yet every time, he inched closer to making it happen. Just without the first step. Put simply, he was extremely grateful that his large medicine pack covered most of his pants from the front. If not, the collective results of his many dribbles would be plainly obvious for all to see.
Even still, he kept up the hard work. Whenever asked, he would obediently plant the herb seeds, as hesitant as he was to get low to the ground. Any sort of bending forward did put an unnecessary squeeze on his ballooned bladder, where each time felt like the last before it would pop. It wasn't unreasonable to think so; with the damp drip on the tip of his member at all times, though not always the same one, it really felt like a falling feather could spell the difference between wet and flooded pants.
Mmph...nngh...ah... Deserts, deserts, clear skies, no rain, no water... We're almost done... You can do this, Mui, it's just a little more... Just these seeds, and they'll leave... Every second, his brain was running wild with self-assurance that he was strong enough to last, though even he doubted his own words. He knew, better than anyone, how frail he was for a legendary hero. He couldn't hold as long as others could, and given that his tummy already felt like exploding out in a wet inferno, he could consider himself on a tight timer.
Wah! A tight timer, an hourglass that had just dropped its last sand. Once more, a quick spurt passed through his urethra, something he had sadly gotten pretty used to. It's not like it would dampen his pants even further. But this time, something was terrifyingly new: the drops from his tip afterwards. While it wasn't unusual for some bits of pee to not come out as strongly and drip out afterwards, it was only a few before. This time, the drops kept coming in regular intervals, sliding from the end of his flaccid shaft, down his leg.
No, it's...it's too late! I can't hold it! He froze, at possibly the worst time, with a pawful of seeds still in his grasp. A few of them did inadvertently shower onto the ground as he began trembling, but for the most part, he was totally still. No matter how much his mind screamed for him to act, get up and do something to not wet himself, his body just wouldn't respond. Aside from loosening the shoestring hold he had over his bladder, of course. Sweat dripped from his face and fell to the ground as he watched, seeing the tiny sphere of liquid splash in the soil, probably the worst sight he could be subjected to right now.
But he had witnessed it, meaning only two options laid before him: either wet himself, or... "I-I-I-I'll be r-r-right b-back!" With adrenaline as the wind beneath his wings, Mui jumped up and took off, running so fast his legs burned, before anybody could process what he could be doing. After all, he was just about done with the last pinch of seeds they needed planted, and he just went running off out of nowhere. Of course Ilia was concerned, but everyone else worried as well, looking between each other in case someone had an explanation.
If they were able to see the featherfolk once he had escaped, his motive would have been obvious. Now that he was far enough away from everyone else to be out of focus, facing away from the rest, he had the freedom to hold himself. Something he did without delay, slamming his large paws against his crotch. He was in such a hurry to do so, he didn't even put them inside his bag, instead opting to crush the pack's contents by pressing against the front with all his strength. Which, truthfully, wasn't much to write home about. Between the full thickness of the bag, its contents, and the leather waist-apron beneath, not too much of the pressure made it through. It wouldn't work as a dam for very long, he had very little time to figure this out.
That time would have to be shared, with not just how he should pee, but where he could pee, which was looking to be the harder obstacle to overcome. The plains were so flat and open, with almost nothing to see besides the expanse of short grass. He couldn't just turn away from everybody and use his bottle of solution, even if he dumped the remaining liquid out first, or the residual ammonia from his urine could wreak havoc on future medicines. There was the Era Tree everyone came through, but it was way on the other side of the field; even if he made it over there, he'd wet himself before getting his pants down. Not to mention the other concerns that came with that idea. If I did it on an Era T-Tree, would my p-pee go to the future? Oh, I'd die of embarrassment if anybody saw that! A-anything else, please!
He said "anything else", but when he only had one realistic location, he hesitated. The Lucille Plain was made up of two levels, bridged by a ramp that extended outwards, down into the lower level. On this ground floor, he could go in the corner between the opposite end of the ramp and wall, and be hidden from the rest of his party. But the ramp that would shield him from prying eyes wasn't especially tall, being only slightly taller than himself. So, should someone get closer, especially from above, they would see plenty. And it was also just a corner, meaning he had no protection from the other two sides. Mui wasn't sure he could even let go when someone might see; whenever he used the little boy's room, he waited until he had the place to himself if he could. And if he couldn't, it took a little work to get started and he still felt awkward about the whole thing.
The important thing he needed to keep in mind was that privacy was his goal when he had a choice in the matter. Currently, he did not. He needed to compromise on what he was comfortable with, or he'd have to go back home with drenched pants, a bit of a long flight. "I-it's good enough!" Holding his crotch like he wanted to crush stones with that grip, he bolted for the corner, leaving a trail of pee dribbles with each step as it trickled down his leg.
While it could have been done faster, he would have much preferred it be done faster, Mui did at long last reach the corner he had his eye on. In fact, he was so fast, he very nearly collided with the rock wall as he slid to a stop, mere inches away. Yet, even now, he could hardly be described as "still", given his continued reliance on stepping in place in addition to crotch-grabbing. He wiggled his hips, shaking larger pools of urine free from his pants in tiny showers, all frequently punctuated with small squeaks and moans.
He was here, the featherfolk knew time was of the essence, he needed to get going here. Of course, even though he was a boy, it wasn't as simple as just whipping it out. He first needed to take care of his herb pouch, the one currently being jammed into his groin area. Ordinarily, he would undo the belt buckle behind his back and take the pack off, a bit of a delicate task in the best of circumstances thanks to his meaty paws. And with those paws trembling, slipping the clasp out of its hole to undo the lock would take way too long, if he even could. The simpler solution was to just spin the bag and its belt around his waist until it was no longer in the way.
It was simpler by virtue of comparison, it still wasn't effortless. He wore the belt fairly tightly, to prevent the weighty pouch attached from falling to his ankles, or worse, taking his pants with them. And yes, he was very much feeling the tightness of his belt at the moment. Bottom line, it would take some force to rotate the bag, something he wouldn't be able to manage while it competed with the friction from pressing against his body.
I have to take my p-paws out of there... Just...t-take them out, and...hold it for a t-tiny bit... His body had gotten too used to the little bit of reprieve holding his boyhood provided, the mere prospect of taking that away was just something he really couldn't endure. No, I just know it! I'll p-pee myself if I take them out! But, I'll h-have an accident for sure if I can't get my pants off r-really soon...
Fine, I'll do it! With a surge of resolve, backed by a surge of urine down and out of his peehole, Mui did what he had to do and pulled his paws out. Naturally, the loss of the necessary measure meant immediate squirting from his twitching member, but he was now on too much of a mission to notice. He grabbed the sides of his bag without delay, pushing to the left, tensing his strained body until the entire leather loop began to rotate around his waist. It did twist his pant legs in conjunction, but his own shivering legs kept them from significantly shifting. Before long, the pack was at his side, and the front of his pants were totally exposed. The whole thing was accompanied with many squeals and grunts, as was to be expected. "Ah oh ah mmgh..."
Being in the light, Mui was now able to truly assess the damage to his pants. Even with the leather apron around him as well, there was a slit in the front specifically for tinkling, allowing him full view at his partial accident. Though his trousers were dark green, the wet patch was still plenty visible. Not just because of the color difference, or the reflective shine, but the sheer size made it impossible to miss. It wasn't just a little spot on his crotch, it spread nearly the full width of his hips and went down to his knees. If he saw anyone else with pants as wet as his, he would unquestioningly assume they had had totally flooded themselves. Yet here he was, still with enough pee inside him to bring him to bursting.
He wasn't thinking about any of that. With the front of his pants freed, his only thought was baring more, as he threw his paws around the front waistband and shoved down. He held back a little; given that he only needed to pee, there was no reason to totally drop trou to his ankles. No, he just needed to get it low enough to free his private parts, tucked under his balls hanging in the open, sitting below his limp penis. Despite being a different species, one covered in feathers, male featherfolk junk looked nearly indistinguishable from the human equivalent, just as smooth with its bare skin, though it shared color with Mui's white-gold body. And the smaller frame of featherfolk was shared down below. At least everything aside from the tip remained dry, thanks to loose pants not having to press their soaked fabric up against the little guy.
The time had come, at long last. He placed a paw on his shaft, positively dwarfing the small member with his giant mitt; if he angled the paw correctly, he could completely conceal the proof he was a boy from that side. It wouldn't do Mui specifically much good, he would be too nervous to go with anyone so close, whether they could see anything or not, but it gave him some small modicum of comfort. So, bending his paw inwards, gripping his penis in the curve of the pad in the center of his palm, he was aimed and steady. Mui was good to go.
So he did. Honestly, even if things weren't so clean and open, he probably would have begun his business now. His bladder could only wait so long, after all; he was just fortunate that he had held out barely long enough. Now a powerful spray of mostly clear, off-yellow liquid gushed out, actually not far off from his own body's color, with a roaring hiss as the geyser shot past the folds of his foreskin, many droplets splitting off and careening on solo flights to the ground. Most stayed in the central hose, only breaking up as it collided with the craggy corner he was marking as his territory, cascading between the cracks like a waterfall, building into a puddle in the grass.
"Haaaahhhh..." Despite the sizable quantity of water weight being expelled, Mui felt heavy. A tingly sensation rushed through his body, leaving waves of goosebumps at the stems of his feathers, as it felt like all the blood rushed to his head. His vision began to blur slightly, dizziness filled his eyes, and he began to droop forward. It wasn't far before he hit his head on the jagged wall, and it was almost immediately afterwards that he reeled back. "Ow!" He only just resisted stepping back instinctually, which was for the best when considering how much of a mess that could have made.
Though maybe he should have retreated somewhat, given what he saw as his gaze drifted downwards. The gushing pee was still raging just as forceful, and with such a fast, thick, solid stream hitting an uneven rock wall in such close proximity, the impact created a wide splatter of backsplash, a warm mist all over his pants and apron. And that wasn't all the piddle coming back to him; as the falls continued and created a cloudy golden pond between the blades of grass, it expanded larger and larger until it surrounded and warmed his bare feet. "U-ugh...gross..." Yet he had little choice but to bear with it until he was done.
Honestly, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Early on, when he had first left Gugleion for the greater world, the concept of taking a tinkle in a more exposed way was a tough hurdle for him to overcome, but he did eventually become more accustomed to the act of public urination when he needed to. So long as he had complete privacy as he did it, he could enjoy the moment, with the euphoric pleasure as the steaming hot pee was released from his hours-long agonizing ordeal. "Phew...aahhh..." Finally, he released a sigh, breath he had been holding in for a while as well, and relaxed as his little splishes echoed in his ears.
...FFFSshhhhhhhh...
Mui's heart nearly stopped, and that breath he had exhaled a moment ago immediately became stuck in his chest again. T-t-that isn't m-me! T-t-there's s-someone else h-here! He froze up, and couldn't move a muscle, limbs shaking and pupils quivering. W-w-who i-is it?! W-w-w-what w-will they d-d-do t-to m-m-me?! I-it's a s-snake, a g-g-giant hissing s-snake that's g-gonna eat m-me! I-I know it! He knew he needed to look, see what intruded on his bubble, but it was so hard to work up the courage to look that danger in the eye. It was a stiff turn of the head, but he did it eventually, sweat dripping off his cheeks. If he wasn't careful, he'd get dehydrated, with all the bodily fluids he was losing.
As he was just barely able to catch a glimpse behind him from the corner of his eye, he realized something: they weren't exactly intruding, per se. In fact, she was still and keeping her distance, the "she" being Ilia, who had somehow snuck behind the paranoid featherfolk. She was sticking a comfortable gap from him, and not in any position to suddenly jump in. She couldn't, squatting with her legs in front of her and butt so close to the ground, with her bag and apron sitting in a pile to her left, her ankle-length dress pulled way up to her waist, and something small and pink stretched between her spread knees that Mui didn't recognize. Maybe those were that "underwear" thing he had heard humans wore.
He wasn't thinking about any of that, because he saw way more than just some undergarments. The source of the noise that alerted Mui in the first place, the reason Ilia was squatting out here, was because she was doing the same thing he was: peeing. She was baring it all to allow a messy gold-tinted stream to gush from her privates, rapidly creating a puddle where it landed. And while it was hidden in some shadows, at a significant height difference, obscured by distance and the fountain it had become... Yes, Mui could see some of her gentials.
"W-wah!" It didn't take the featherfolk long to process what his eyes were witnessing, something he moved to rectify as soon as muscle reaction time caught up with his brain. Quick as a hawk, he went straight back to looking to his front, the exact opposite direction of Ilia, and doing it so fast his head might have spun back around if it weren't attached. I-I-I can't l-look, s-she needs p-p-privacy... B-but what's she d-doing here?! S-s-she's a g-girl, and b-boys and g-g-girls are supposed to u-use the bathroom s-separately! Ah, I-I can't let her s-s-see it! He clamped both paws around his penis, until not even he could see the shaft, only letting the tip breathe so it could continue painting the wall a nice yellow.
In fact, that needed to stop. It was inappropriate for him to do his business with someone else around, especially a girl, he had to cut it off now. "I-I'm s-sorry, I'll l-leave!" I-I need to g-get out, quick! Hhngh! He closed his eyes and tensed, with the intent of screwing the cap back on his spilling bottle, at least until Ilia had finished up and gone away. The issue he soon encountered, unfortunately, was that he was peeing very hard, and his little body did not want to deny him the relief he had started. The stream sputtered only thanks to his incredible shyness, the towering barrier that begged to keep his private time private, quieting his urination for brief periods between the raging torrent he had maintained up until now. And finally, his number one landed lower on the wall, then down near his feet, and dribbled to a reluctant halt, with his boyhood limping down with nothing careening through...for about two seconds, when it jumped back to life with a roaring shower, and any further attempts to dry this rain resulted in absolutely no change. "I-I-I'm so sorry, I c-can't stop!"
"Aw, it's okay, Mui," Ilia comforted, her voice echoing from her distance in the open and mostly-empty field. "You needed to go potty really badly, there's nothing wrong with that. Honestly, I'm in much the same place. You ran off so suddenly, I came to check on you, and when I saw what you were doing... Well, I'm sure you understand."
"B-b-but why are you d-doing it here? I-it's kind of m-making me uncomfortable...j-just a bit..."
"Oh, I'm sorry! I promise I can't see anything! But it's as I said, I was in a bit of a tight spot myself. I had been holding it for so long, since before we arrived, and I was beginning to worry about my chances of making it until we were all done. Seeing you watering the plants was more than I could take." True, Mui could hear quite the splashing from Ilia's direction; were it not for the volume difference as a result of proximity, she and him would likely be equally as violent. "Again, I'm really sorry! I'm sure this is awkward for you."
Yes, it was awkward. It was very awkward. Once neither was talking, the only sounds were the hissing, splashing, and trickling as the two continued peeing, and peeing, and peeing away, with sighs and moans of relief in response, all of which came from Ilia. Mui, on the other paw, was keeping totally silent, like he was terrified of alerting a predator if even the slightest squeak passed his lips. Tiny grunts reverberated inside his closed mouth every so often, but his mouth would not open. He just wanted this to end, for his bladder to empty, when he could put this whole nightmare behind him. Of course, now that he was nervous, time seemed to come to a crawl, with the heavy pit at the bottom of his stomach and the tingling at the base of his shaft reverberating throughout his fluffy figure.
Not only did he have nothing to occupy himself, but he actively wanted to not concentrate on what he was doing. The more he did, the more he thought about how someone was watching him pee, and that realization was making him panic. His breathing accelerated sharply, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he began to feel lightheaded once more. His only escape would be to turn his attention elsewhere. But if he looked out to the empty plains, not only would he be jumping at every shadow, the anticipation of someone wandering into view and finding him would overwhelm him, and he'd probably pass out.
That left him but one option: to turn around and look around Ilia. It seemed strange to purposefully remind himself that he wasn't alone, when that was the source of his anxiety, but there was a reason for it. He barely knew Ilia, he had no idea what she could do if left alone, he'd feel a lot better if he could confirm for himself that she was harmless and keeping back. So that's what he did, even twisting his waist more to the side so he could see with more than just the edge of his vision. He was very careful to keep his boy parts out of this.
And as his head arced to view behind his back, Mui was relieved to see that he still had his space. Ilia seemed to have no intention of moving for the time being. No, she was far too absorbed in her answering of nature's call, judging from the relaxed look on her face, with her closed eyes, curved smile, and slightly parted lips, blissfully absorbed in her squat. Girls p-pee like that? That looks uncomfortable... Does she know there are other ways? The article of clothing Mui assumed to be her underwear had a visible dark stain in the center, paraded out for him to see stretched between her knees, the cause of which was all too well known to the little featherfolk. She must have had to g-go almost as much as I d-did.
He didn't mean to, really, but looking around that area meant seeing something far more protected than just some wet panties. The gushing geyser had to come from somewhere, and that stream being the only motion on her besides some chest heaving caused by breathing, Mui's eyes were drawn to the spot. I-is that what all girls look like d-down there? W-where is the pee c-coming from? Despite his small size by human standards, Mui was an adult male featherfolk, yet he was so shy, he had never seen a woman without her clothes. He had heard vague descriptors, and certain natural urges would occasionally force him to use his imagination, but the real thing ended up being different from what he had pictured. It's just a p-pink hole, like a knot in a tree, but k-kind of opening like a flower? It's kind of hard to t-tell... B-but I thought humans were supposed to be m-mostly hairless!
"Hm? Mui, what are you looking at?"
Ah, I was staring! A quick glance upwards confirmed that, yes, Ilia had opened her eyes, and was looking at him with an inquisitive expression. Mui's heart stopped; he knew that watching a girl like this was one of the worst things someone could do. He would hate it if someone was looking at his private parts, yet he had turned around and subjected someone else to that invasion. "I-I-I-I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't mean t-to!" His voice cracked towards the end thanks to the lump that appeared in his throat, and he immediately went back to looking to his front, not just to be polite, but so Ilia couldn't see him start crying. "Uguh...kuh..." She's going to hate me, I'm s-sure of it. W-what if she tells the people of the f-future that I'm a bad person? Thorwad is g-going to have his name dragged through the mud for being nice to me. I-I'm going to-
"Aw, it's okay. You don't have to worry about it." It sounded to him like there was a strange emphasis on the word "you", but Mui couldn't make heads or tailfeathers about why that would be the case. "You were just a little curious, weren't you?"
"N-no, I wasn't r-really looking at anything! I-I just happened to see, and u-um..." Despite the words of assurance, Mui didn't believe that Ilia wasn't angry with him. She'd change her tone any moment now and berate his perverted behavior, he just knew it. He just needed to confirm that, the only way he could: turning back to look. A habit he really needed to break if he were to find himself in this spot again. Actually, with an irresistible urge to look at someone whenever things got uncomfortable, Mui could make a strong case that he really didn't mean to be inappropriate.
He really didn't mean to look at anything naughty this time, at least. He did see the goods again, still with pee flowing freely, though he wasn't watching for more than a second. He was far more concerned with her face at the moment, an anxious tension rising up his body as his eyes met hers. His were darting around, the look of a bird scared out of his mind, and hers were...kind, gentle, inviting. There wasn't a shred of displeasure in those eyes. If anything, that made Mui freak out even more, awaiting the turn. But it never happened. No matter the seconds that flew by, her mood didn't change, and that caught the cautious featherfolk more off-guard than anything. "Y-you're...really not m-mad at me?"
"Oh, there's nothing wrong with having a healthy curiosity, Mui. That's how herbalists concoct new recipes. You just need to know boundaries, of course. Be careful about how you act next time."
"N-next time?! I-is this g-going to happen again?! No, please t-tell me I n-never have t-to g-g-go through t-this humiliation again!" With tears rolling down his cheeks, Mui went right back to looking forward, just hoping this mortifying experience would end soon.
And it did...for Ilia. The hissing from her slit soon eased up, indicative of her pee stream slowing, becoming less scattered as it shot out from her, giving the foamy puddle she had made, now unable to soak into the dirt any further, a path closer to her low-to-the-ground bottom. More dribbles didn't have the strength to make it out and instead remained stuck to her folds, the limited force it retained allowing them to slither to the areas around, whether that be onto her butt cheeks, the top of her thighs, or into her thick patches of hair. It was a messy end, as it usually was when she did this kind of thing outdoors.
Thankfully, since this was a normal occurrence, she was prepared. Leaning to the side, reaching into her bag, she dug around with her fingers until she found what she sought: a small, white cloth, which she folded over her palm and began wiping herself dry, doing a very thorough job of it. She made a few general passes around her sensitive area and a surrounding circle, followed by more detailed swabbing with the cloth draped around her finger. Between the lips of her ladyhood, a soft dab against the still-dripping hole that had ejected all her urine, and that got her dry enough to be comfortable. At least, until she pulled her panties back into place as she stood up, feeling the wet stain against her bits for the first time since she got undressed. And the pee soaked into her underwear had cooled off in the time she was doing her business. "Mngh... I'll have to wash my panties out too." Dropping her dress, she picked up her protective skirt and pouch, putting the wet rag back into the latter, and began refastening everything around her waist. "Phew... Ah, it's much better to have that over with, isn't it?"
She'd be waiting for an informed agreement, because Mui wasn't done yet. It had calmed down, no longer the forceful torrent it once was, but it didn't look to be on the verge of ending. Ilia had started after him, finished before him, and was significantly bigger than him. The fact that the little featherfolk was beating her out in terms of bladder fullness, even when he was filled to bursting and she was merely very desperate, that was stunning. At least, Ilia was astonished. "Wow... Mui, you really needed to tinkle, didn't you?"
"N-no! D-d-don't look at m-me," he wailed, trying once more to force his remaining pool of pee to flood out, failing this time as well. He had been spraying for so long, he was just too tired. He couldn't work up the energy to go any harder, he just needed to let nature run its course. At least nature decided to have mercy on him this once, because his bladder finally showed signs of emptying, as his stream could no longer reach the wall he had been "doing" on this whole time. Granted, this was partially due to his limp penis hanging close to his legs, moreso pointed down rather than out, but the splattering sound was less intense. Every once in a while, it would flare up with another powerful splash, but it wasn't long before he totally stopped, no matter how long he waited, with only droplets leaving his foreskin.
He didn't even wait for those dribbles to stop, nor did he do any shaking of his shaft to thrust off any wetness before shoving Mui Jr. straight back into his pants. I just want this s-stupid thing out of sight! And I guess it doesn't matter if i-it's still wet... Why did I even b-bother taking it out if I was g-gonna wet myself so badly? Yes, he washed the stone wall pretty good, and left a massive puddle around his tiny feet, but his pants really did look like he had a huge accident. It was mostly hidden when he rotated his leather apron and medicine bag back to his front, but that thick apron pressed his drenched pants close to his groin. Not touching, but near enough to feel the cool aura on his private parts, shrinking back to keep away.
She had given him a moment to compose himself, and once that was done, Ilia rephrased her earlier question. "Are you all better now, Mui? I'm amazed a little guy like you could hold that much piddle." The content of her inquiry and remark were nearly identical to the last time she attempted to talk with the featherfolk, but the tone she took had an entirely different sound. Before, it sounded like she was just making conversation, backed by a real interest in Mui, but now she sounded concerned. And if there was any doubt that was her intent, the next words from her lips confirmed it. "You know, it's really dangerous to hold your pee that long. Let your friends know if you need to use the potty from now on, okay?"
No! I-I don't want anything like this to ever h-happen again! I'd be happy if I n-never needed to go to the b-bathroom for the rest of m-my life! N-nobody needs to know that I ever g-go number one! I-I don't want anyone s-seeing anything about this! But...but I'm no better... Even if the guilt from his inadvertent viewing continued to eat away at his conscience, the image would never leave his memory: he would always remember seeing Ilia's unmentionables. "Um... I-I'm really, r-really sorry..."
"For what? Oh, for peeking? I mean it, it's okay, I'm not bothered by it. There's no need to beat yourself up over that."
"B-b-but...but you're not supposed to w-watch someone g-go to the bathroom!"
"Well... Yes, that's true, it's a good rule to have. However, if the person in question isn't mad about it, you don't need to feel guilty."
"But everyone would be mad! They should be! Nobody should ever be looking at my parts...or anyone else's!"
It wasn't that she found Mui's violent reaction to the topic to be impossible to understand, she could empathize with the view, but that little slip of the featherfolk tongue was the final piece being put into place. "Oh, I see now..." She thought it over for a moment, when a new idea lit up in her mind. "Hey Mui, do you mind if I come closer?"
That wasn't something he was expecting to hear. So ashamed of his actions, Mui had just kept staring at the wall, never once looking at Ilia. He had no inkling as to what she could be planning, especially when the request was so out of character for her. She's...asking if I'm o-okay with it? Not just j-jumping at me? "U-um...um, o-okay..."
It was almost instantly after he agreed that he felt arms wrap around his tummy, in yet another hug from Ilia. Again, his heart skipped a beat from the physical contact, and he really wished he had seen it coming to brace himself for it. Except this time, it wasn't the tight, forceful squeeze she had been giving him up to now. It was soft, gentle, loose, and as she rested her cheek on the top of Mui's fluffy head, her embrace felt familiar. Like this was the kind of hug he would have gotten from his mom when he ran home crying, which he did a lot.
Of course, given the sizable height difference between the two, leaning against him was not a simple act for Ilia. She had to drop to one knee to be only a head taller than the featherfolk, and with both arms used in the hug, she had little choice but to let the hem of her dress sit in Mui's pee puddle. She did take one hand away from his stomach, but it was to delicately stroke his head as she melodically whispered in his ear. "You don't have to be so shy about your needs, Mui. There's no reason to hold it until it hurts."
He tried to resist, stay manly, but the feeling of this close contact broke Mui's second dam. His cheeks were already damp from earlier sniffles, but now, the tears flowed and just would not stop. "Waaaaaahhhhh! B-b-but...uguh, but then they'd all g-g-get annoyed with how m-much I have to pee! I c-can't w-w-wait long enough!"
"So you kept holding it over and over when you were with everyone stopping the Teras Pharma?" Mui nodded, inadvertently bringing Ilia's head along for the ride. It threw her off-balance for a second, but she swiftly recovered, and returned to contemplating Mui's words. "That explains how big your bladder is now, I suppose. But even ignoring that I'm sure you could compare to your friends now, do you really think they would think less of you for that? Rolf seemed nice, would he be that mean to you?"
"Um, no... B-but it's not j-just that, you know... T-they all seem okay w-with just p-peeing right next to each other, a-and I j-just c-can't do that!"
"You can't get a little privacy?"
"I-I can, it's just...r-really awkward to ask. A-and I get a little s-scared if I go by m-myself out in the w-wilderness... I-I mean, I'll do if I really r-really have to, but I don't l-like it..."
"Would you feel better if you had someone to stand guard? Watch out for danger while staying a good distance away, so you can do your business?"
Of course I've thought of that, it's j-just... "I-I don't want to bother anyone... They don't h-have to ask for my help, s-so I shouldn't-"
"Oh, that's not true," Ilia interrupted, nuzzling her cheek against the silky feathers on his head. "Friends do favors for one another. Just because you're a little different doesn't mean you're not allowed to ask for their help. I'd be glad to do that for you any time you needed it!"
D-doesn't she have to go b-back to her time? Ducking down, Mui escaped Ilia's grip and finally turned to face her, though he did so while backing up against the wall, looking down, shuffling his feet with his wings behind his back. "U-um... O-okay, I'll t-try asking... B-but I'd really rather another b-boy do it..."
"Of course," she nodded. "Whatever makes you the most comfortable, Mui. That's the most important thing." Raising her hand with an extended index finger, she poked the featherfolk's little button nose, which caused him to reel back, bump the back of his head on the tiny cliff wall, and cover his nose with his paws. And it was just too cute for Ilia for handle, she giggled and smiled, happy as could be. "You're a good boy, aren't you? I know you're brave enough to ask."
"Uguh... Y-you really think so?" Admittedly, he didn't look the part right now, with his eyes puffy from crying, and mucus sliding from his nostrils. Still very cute in Ilia's eyes, but not the shining image of strength.
But that was nothing a little cleanup couldn't fix, and she had a cloth for just that purpose. "Oh, but I guess I just used mine. Hm... Do you have a handkerchief I can use for a second, Mui?"
"Y-yes, I have onEYAH!" Since he was currently using his wings to wipe his face, Ilia took the liberty of reaching into his bag for him, digging for his cloth square. And she reached a bit too far in to start, bumping the back of her hand against the far wall of the pouch, where she brushed against a little bulge. His natural reaction was to yelp, reflexively knock her hand away, and covered his groin with both paws. "P-please b-be careful if you're g-going to do that!"
"Sorry, sorry," Ilia chuckled, clearly not shaken by the close contact. "Oh, but look what I found!" By pure dumb luck, the last thing she grabbed onto before being pushed away was a small white handkerchief. "Now come here." She cupped her hand around his cheek and wiped him down with the cloth, vigorous scrubbing to really get in between his feathers.
There was only so much one little napkin could do, but she got him looking better. "There! Oh, you look so handsome! Now, we should really get back to everyone else. You still have a little seed planting to do, don't you?" Ilia slowly climbed to her feet, returning the handkerchief back to Mui, as she took the lead back around the ramp that had concealed them. However, she turned back after only a few steps away. "Don't worry, I'll come up with an excuse for what we were doing." And with a little wink, she went right back to her return to the greater party.
Only one thing could hold her back her now. Mui, pursing his lips, started to blow air in a rhythmic, melodic sequence. It wasn't particularly loud, but with the two herbalists still so close, it didn't need to be: Ilia heard the whistling. She stopped dead in her tracks, closed her eyes, and allowed all thoughts to pause in her head, to focus on nothing more than the tune. "Mui, that's a wonderful song," she praised wholeheartedly, clasping her hands close to her chest as she pivoted to look at him again. "What is it?"
"I-it's a traditional featherfolk song, o-one that we k-keep to ourselves. If you w-whistle it to a f-featherfolk, they s-should trust you."
Ilia's jaw dropped, her pupils dilated, and her breathing picked up until it was quite fast. "Oh Mui, thank you! It's the best gift you could give me!" With that excitable squeal, Ilia leapt at poor Mui, who was far too startled to do anything, and thus had to just sit and take the full weight of her constricting glomp raising him up, squeezing the air from this tiny lungs, which wasn't helped by his oxygen intake being further cut off with his face between her large marshmallows. He was only seconds away from passing out when something occurred to Ilia, and she relaxed her vice-like squeeze. "Oh, but I can't whistle. Could you teach the song to Yusuke, please?"
"O-okay," he panted, clutching his chest as Ilia let him drop to the ground. Actually, he hadn't moved since getting here, so he landed with a little "squish" in the wet soil. Now, Ilia seemed all too happy to regroup with the party, practically skipping as she ran to where they left everyone. W-wait, don't leave me a-alone! Mui was also more than eager to get away from the huge puddles of both featherfolk and human urine, and quickly hopped after his fellow herbalist. H-humans really are nice...but I s-still can't get used to t-their forwardness...
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Compared to the open expanse of the Lucille Plain, the Ralos Woods were far more dark and oppressive. Tall trees with thick foliage blocked a lot of sunlight, and the many girthy trunks made it difficult to see anything outside of the clear narrow pathways. Yet Yusuke and the rest of his small team had no choice but to navigate the labyrinthine woodlands to follow a lead on missing craftsmen from Orosk Village in their present time. It would be nearly impossible to safely traverse the forest without someone who knew the lay of the land.
Lucky for Yusuke and the rest, they had come across someone who fit just that bill: a pink, fluffy featherfolk girl named Meamei. They found her being attacked by monsters, and with a little whistle to assure her they weren't equally dangerous, she was quick to buddy up with everyone. Naturally, Ilia was beyond thrilled to be making another featherfolk friend, and was sticking close to Meamei. For a featherfolk, she was quite the extrovert, humming a song as she led the group with a spring in her step to her house deep in the woods.
Though they were taking a little break at the moment at Ilia's request, brought on when she noticed Meamei beginning to squirm and stumble in her bounce. She had a hunch as to why that would be the case, so she asked they rest to allow the two to wander behind some plants and give the little bird the chance to handle whatever ailed her. And her theory was soon confirmed, as the featherfolk vocalized without much in the way of shame now that it was just the two of them. "Ah, thank you! Meamei already really had to pee when we met!" Meamei then wasted no time undoing the belt buckle that kept her waist bag on, which was maybe a common accessory among featherfolk, and dropping her loose white pants to her ankles, lifting her right foot out of the pant leg.
Her next step was obvious: bend her knees to squat. Thing was, featherfolk knees not only faced the opposite direction as humans, they also had approximately half the range of motion as human knees. Meaning, it was biologically impossible for Meamei to squat as low to the ground as a human would. So, as she bent her knees as much as she could, little more than a right angle, and thrust her hips forward. It seemed that was the key to unlock her bladder, because nary a second had passed before a healthy stream of pale yellow urine erupted from her fluffy groin area, falling the two feet to the ground with a slight forward arc. It splashed as a bubbly puddle began to rise from the ground, its soil quickly overwhelmed with more liquid than it could handle, with a satisfying ring that echoed in Meamei's twitching ears. This was a featherfolk girl squat, and she seemed quite pleased with the result, going off how relaxed, relieved, and refreshed she appeared to be mere seconds into her pee. "Ah... Meamei needed that," she chirped.
Ilia could corroborate that declaration. While it was far from the most chaotic, desperate pee she had ever seen, it certainly looked like it was enough to have been causing Meamei distress. It really was quite a bit... Mmph. I suppose it's quite a bit for me as well. Ilia shifted in her shoes and quietly groaned at the sound of Meamei's business, as she realized that a hefty mass of water had accumulated in her abdomen.
Well, there's only one way to take care of this. No one else can see me, and I'm sure Meamei won't mind. Ilia planted her feet more than shoulder-width apart, enough to create a clean gap between her thighs, as she spun her bag to her side and lifted the front of her dress well above her waistline, flashing her panties. And she soon flashed a lot more, because her right hand pushed her underwear down, stretched just above her knees, and spread her private lips with her index and middle fingers, tugging her genitalia higher up, until her urethra pointed upwards and outwards.
And she promptly let go. Ilia produced her own clear, warm brook, splattering in the grass with a resonance just as pleasing as the featherfolk's. "Hah..." It wasn't an emergency, but the herbalist still felt pretty good about releasing her urine. She wasn't getting much power or distance from it; in fact, no shortage of dribbles raced down her legs or drizzled into her underwear, but enough cleanly showered ahead of her that she felt no reason to worry. And doing it this way was so much faster than squatting!
It was a lot more impressive to witness, as well. At least, Meamei thought so, as she looked over while still in the middle of her own half-squat leak. "Wow! That's amazing! How did you learn to do that? Can you teach Meamei?"
"This is actually my first time doing it," she informed, clearly astounded at her own success. "I'm not even sure why I thought of doing it this way, it's like I always knew the method." Given that they had only just met, she didn't want to overwhelm Meamei with topics like time travel, but she had a good idea where this currently very useful skill had originated. I bet you weren't expecting "peeing standing up" to be part of your teachings, were you, Mui?
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The country's Cinderella story at the recent Olympic Games shook the entire nation, it's citizens witnessing a pivotal moment in their country's history — their first ever Gold. The medal, an upset win in the Men's 100m Butterfly event, suddenly generated waves of interest in the sport, exhibited by the sudden spike in traffic at swimming pools across the nation. Coupled with the semester break holidays, everywhere was packed.While "everywhere" may have been an exaggeration, said observation was at least true for the pool Kyra was at, based on what she could see. Sitting atop an elevated chair, she had a bird's eye view of the sudden spike in attendance — there were much more people out and about. Coaches were revelling in an influx of revenue as little children lined the pool walls, their parents either caught up in conversations with each other, swimming alongside their offspring or just generally minding their own businesses, glued to a screen or silently observing the lesson. The Olympic-sized pool next to it was also similarly filled, with adolescents and teenagers doing laps under a watchful eye and a stopwatch on one side, and elderly people swimming considerably slower than they were likely imagining themselves to be on another.Kyra took her eyes off the pool momentarily as she swept away beads of sweat accumulating on her temples, the long sleeves of her yellow rashguard a significantly different shade as it wiped off hours of continuous sweat. In fact, the staff-issued rashguard, firmly wrapped around her torso, was only dry where it stretched over the one-piece competition swimsuit she had on beneath, outlining the suit, which was equally drenched in sweat from the torso up, its fire engine red dye discoloured from the sweat. The skin-tight swimsuit's fit further dug into her skin, inciting reactionary squirms from time to time. Such is life in the tropics — where sweltering, humid heat was the daily weather forecast for the entire day, irregardless of the time of year. She subconsciously grabbed her bottle, preparing to rehydrate herself from all the fluids lost under the tropical heat, but hesitated and returned it to its original position upon noticing the time. There was still three hours until the end of her shift, and Management had specifically told them that they weren't allowed to leave their posts for whatever reason unless another lifeguard could take over, with the only exceptions being when in the midst of saving someone or being called over. Due to the unusually high traffic this time around, it appeared, from her perspective, that every other colleague on her shift had their hands full as well.This was bad news for Kyra, who was appearing distinctly more uncomfortable as time passed by. While hydration was of utmost importance, especially given the atrocious weather, she hadn't taken into account the by-product of doing so, and the excess amounts of fluids was beginning to build up. While it wasn't at a critical stage as of yet, she wanted to keep it as low as possible. Giving into thirst and taking small sips from the bottle, she began toying with random things within her reach, anything from playing with her whistle, examining the split ends of her hair, which was neatly bunched into a ponytail, and her locker key, which hung loosely around her bony wrist from a hairband, to bending the rim of her cap and even scrolling through social media on her phone(Management allowed it, as long as it didn't inhibit employees' ability to do their job), anything to keep her mind off her current predicament.Needless to say, there were other issues inhibiting Kyra's ability to do her job, her concentration gradually waning as commitments and needs both wrestled for her attention. She guiltily knocked back a gulp out of dehydration, only to instantaneously regret it as her bladder protested against the entry of additional liquids, her desperation amplified as the skin-tight swimsuit barricaded it from expanding, instead further constricting it and worsening her predicament. It didn't help that her phone's battery went flat, and everyone was being safe and responsible in the pool, meaning that she had nothing else to focus on other than the dam that was swelling up inside her, its walls weakened and cracked from the immense pressure of the river it held back. Digging a hand into her crotch and clamping her legs shut, she reinforced the dam's structural integrity as she tried to formulate a plan to allow her to leave for the toilets, all the while trying to look as calm and as stoic as possible. She was, after all, in full view of everyone, and attracting unwanted attention was the last thing she needed.She couldn't just drop everything and go; not only would she be violating the rules she had to abide to as a lifeguard, but it would also be rather irresponsible to leave an entire pool unattended just to relieve herself. However, as aforementioned, it appeared that no other colleague was free to take over either, nor was she close enough to any of them, both physically and socially, to be able to get them to take over for her, even for just a short while, and with two full hours left in her shift, the probability of holding it until her shift was over was close to zero. By now, both her hands were jammed into her crotch, in a desperate attempt to hold it in. Her dam was about to blow; its walls lined with structural cracks and the reinforcements barely keeping it together. Her sweat considerably dropped in temperature as she attempted to keep the bottom half of her body dry.Just then, Kyra found a glimmer of hope — a colleague walking in her direction! She flailed her arms about, hoping to capture the attention of the unsuspecting passer-by, and find herself some relief. However, no sooner had she moved her arms away from her crotch than she felt a feeling spread in the same location. The feeling of futility, of embarrassment, and of warmth as the dam finally burst, its walls too weakened to obstruct the torrential wave that had built up inside of her. In disbelief and denial, Kyra sent her left hand down to investigate, her face almost immediately flushing in reaction to the warm liquid that was continuously spilling out of her crotch, her fingers confirming that she, indeed, was having an accident in public, on the job and atop a high chair, in view of everyone, no less. The golden liquid fell through gaps in-between the metal planks that made up the chair, showering down and pooling into a puddle below. Kyra kept a poker face as her bladder continued to empty itself, thankful that the loud, crowded chatter muted the otherwise deafening sounds of liquid splattering onto the ground, and that nobody appeared to have been aware of her public accident.After an eternity later, all liquids backed up in her system had finally been purged out, and any sense of relief was quickly overwhelmed by embarrassment. Gingerly prying her thighs apart, she was devastated to find that her crotch was soaked all the way up the gusset, the soiled red lycra darkened and stained with a faint yellow tinge that extended up to her bladder. She couldn't examine exactly how waterlogged her rear was, but she was, unfortunately, confident that it was just as bad, if not worse. A familiar scent wafted around, a dead giveaway of what just occurred.
Sighing, Kyra proceeded to establish her current predicament in her head — she was now stuck up atop a chair, soaked in sweat and urine. Her shift wouldn't end until a few hours later, meaning she'd have to endure sitting around in saturated swimwear, its bright colours only serving to project her accident out for the entire pool to witness. The nearest showers were located across the pool, and she'd have to walk a fair distance, with her accident in plain sight, to get there. And to top it all off,She needed to pee again.
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Thanks for reading my second story all the way until the end! As always, messing on my writing constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. |
Hey everyone, This is my first attempt at writing a story. If it goes well, I'll try and add new chapters soon. Any criticism would be appreciated!
Claire wanted to get to bed early that night, because tomorrow was her first day working as a reporter for WAAR, the top rated news station in Cincinnati. After four years of college she wanted nothing more to work as a T.V reporter, and this was finally her chance to get into the business. There were hundreds of applicants for the job, but she knew she was the right fit. She was poised on air, tenacious in getting interviews, and her looks didn’t hurt her chances either. Claire was striking with her pale skin, small upturned nose, and huge brown eyes. He slightly curly light brown flowed past her shoulders, perfectly framing her face. She was 5’6 with an hourglass figure, C cup breasts and large, but very toned butt.
Clair had just moved to Cincinnati from Minnesota, where she grew and went to college. She had already found a nice, one bedroom apartment, but without knowing anyone in the area, it didn’t quite feel like home yet. She wanted to fresh and ready for her first day tomorrow and make a good impression with her co-workers, So she decided to go to bed early that night. She put on a soft light blue tight t-shirt and a pair of cute red booty shorts that said "FLIRT" across the butt and crawled into bed.
She was sound asleep, but suddenly jolted awake when her alarm went off at 5:00. It was much earlier then she needed to get up, but wanted to leave plenty of time to get ready. She sat there for just trying to adjust to being awake, and realized just how badly she needed to pee. It took her a second to realize just how urgent it was, she threw the covers off and shot out of bed. She felt herself almost leak as she stood up. Trying to keep her posture perfect in and prevent any leaks, she waddled her way to the bathroom door down the hallway. She felt her bladder spasm, jammed her hands in her crotch, and felt a one second spurt escape her and slightly wet her light blue cotton bikini panties. She took a gasp of air, and continued walking down the hallway to the bathroom, after about 5 steps she felt another small warm burst of urine hit her underwear, feeling the warmth against her. Claire just grabbed her crotch and powered forward, finally reaching the bathroom door, but having a slightly larger bladder spasm, wetting her red booty shorts for two seconds, this time making a quarter sized wet patch. She crossed her legs, bent forward, and starting to let out a slow trickle of pee out, which ran down her toned right thigh, leaving a trail on her shorts. She quickly yanked down her shorts and panties in one motion and flung her butt onto the toilet seat, releasing her full bladder into the toilet. Claire moaned softly to herself, embarrassed at the fact that she had just wet pants a little at 23 years old. Feeling defeated, she gently tossed her slightly wet clothes in the hamper, and got in the shower.After the shower, Claire returned to her bedroom to get dressed for her first day of work. She was still a little shaken that she just wet her pants, but put it behind her, and focused on her new job. She knew just what to wear for her first day, a pair of extremely tight light grey pants which showed off her perfect butt, and a clean white button down shirt she tucked it, revealing just a hint of cleavage. Claire looked in the mirror "perfect" she thought, professional but still sexy, especially loving the way her ass looked in these pants. Now she was off to grab a quick coffee before arriving.She arrived at the station for the first time, a smaller building then she imagined, and quite unspectacular, but it was located right downtown, in the heart of where everything was happening. She walked in, nervous and not entirely sure where to go, but was greeted right away by Mr. Harmon, the news director she interview with. Mr. Harmon was in his 40’s, a little pudgy, wearing black dress pants and a tucked in blue shirt without a tie. “Hi Claire, welcome aboard” he as he shook her hand. "Come on I'll show you around the facility and introduce you to some people." Claire nodded "yeah that would be great" she responded smiling.Mr. Harmon showed her around the office, an open pit with 40 or so desks, and a couple office along the walls. Claire quickly locked eyes with a very cute young reporter walking bye, he smiled at her, and she shyly said "hi" tucking her hair behind her ear. "oh that's Nick, he's another one of our reporters, you'll actually be shadowing him today" said Mr. Harmon.Claire was starting to feel the pressure on her bladder from the coffee earlier, nothing major, but before she could ask where the bathrooms were, Nick walked up to her."Hi you must be Claire, I'm Nick I understand you'll be shadowing me today.” The two engaged in chit chat on their way down to his car in the parking lot, but all Claire could think about how hot this guy was.Claire was feeling her bladder build up a little bit in the car, but figured she could hold it in, and felt a little embarrassed about confessing to Nick she need to pee. "so what's this story that were going to be doing?" asked Claire trying to engage in conversation. "oh, it's not the most exciting thing in the world, it's just a soft news piece about this elderly couple who have owned their own business for the past 65 years and are finally retiring, sorry it's not Watergate or anything" said Nick. "oh no, it actually sounds kinda cute, I don't mind doing soft news stuff" said Claire, growing a little more aware of here bladder.They arrived at the store they owned, where she helped nick set up the camera for the story. Claire tried to soak up all the knowledge she could as Nick interview the couple. Halfway through the interview, Claire felt her bladder fill up even more, and began shifting her weight back and forth, and kept her eyes open for a nearby bathroom. Once they were finished shooting the piece, they packed up their equipment and walked out of the building. Claire noticed a bathroom sign on the way out, but still didn't feel comfortable enough to tell this cute guy she needed to pee. “It just didn't seem professional” she thought.When the two got back to the car, Nick seemed to notice Claire fidgeting a little, but didn't say anything. Claire noticed him looking a little bit, and gave an awkward smile. The rest of the ride back the two engaged in chitchat, talking about the process of making a news package like this, and Claire's career goals. After driving for a while though, they seemed to hit a traffic jam, and Claire became more aware of her desperation tightly crossing her right leg over her left one.Sitting in traffic, the conversation between the two seemed to die down a little. They didn't know one another all too well yet. And Claire began to tap her left foot, with her legs still crossed. "Nervous for your first day" asked Nick. Claire looked over, slightly embarrassed that he noticed her fidgeting, but not wanting to reveal her need to pee she lied saying "saying I guess I'm just a little anxious." "Don't worry, you'll do great, and a girl as attractive as you should have no trouble making it on air" said Nick calmly. Claire bushed a little bit and nodded.When they eventually got back to the office, Claire wanted to make a quick dash to the restroom, however Nick just led her to the editing computer where they could go over the footage together. "Damn it" she thought to herself, looking over her shoulder at the bathroom sign. As they sat there going over the footage, Claire crossed and uncrossed her legs, and shifted in her seat, now thinking about her bladder every few seconds. Again, Nick noticed her fidgeting "are you uncomfortable or something" nick asked. Claire, turning a little red, and embarrassedly admitted she needed to use the bathroom. Nick chuckled a little inside, and pointed to where the bathrooms were located. Claire got out of her seat, and as she was standing up, felt the tiniest spurt release into her pink, satin panties. Claire made a face as this happened, but not wanting to show any signs of anguish she quickly walked down the hall to where the bathrooms were. When she reached the stall she felt another tiny spurt wet her panties, although not noticeable on her pants, there was a definite wet patch on her panties "god what is happening to me lately" she thought to herself as she finished off a powerful minute long stream into the bowl. |
Alright guys, here's chapter 2. It's a bit of an off-shoot with a dream sequence. I'll try to get more on track with the main storyline in the next couple though.
Claire laid sound asleep in bed, but her mind was racing with a vivid dream, reliving one of the most embarrassing days of her life. She was back in college, taking her final exam for her psychology class. She was sitting in the front row of a 300 person lecture hall, wearing tight, light blue jeans and maroon University of Minnesota t-shirt. She had been drinking coffee all morning, cramming for the test. She was so focused on studying, she didn’t remember to use the bathroom before taking her seat. She really needed to go, but now that the teachers assistant was handing out the exam and she was stuck.
Claire took out her pencil, crossed her legs, and put her in the test, not her bladder. She whipped through the first 20 multiple choice questions in about 15 minutes. Once that section was complete, she looked up at the clock, recomposed herself, and realized just how badly she needed to go. She found herself mindlessly bouncing her leg up and down with her thighs squeezed together tight. Her bladder started to hurt even. Claire noticed the pretty blonde girl Alison, looking at her bouncing legs. Alison gave her a sympathetic smile, able to tell she badly needed to pee. Claire was a little embarrassed that what was basically a stranger knew her predicament. She only has about an hour left in the test, and decided to just focus on her work.
About 30 minutes past, and Claire was really bouncing now. She was wiggling her ample butt in her chair constantly, and bouncing her legs up and down. Just then, she felt a small, warm, wet spurt jet out of her. Claire jumped up in her seat, and grabbed her crotch. Her jolt got the attention of several students around her. Alison leaned over and asked “are you okay?” Claire, now really embarrassed about her situation, whispered “Yeah, I’m fine”. Claire could feel a small wet patch on her ass, but didn’t think it would show on her jeans yet. She was looking around the room, hoping to ask someone if she could run to the bathroom, when the TA came over, a good looking college guy with short brown hair in his early 20’s. “Are you okay” He asked. Claire meekly spit out “I was wondering if I could use the bathroom?” The T.A. gave a cold answer “Sorry, students aren’t allowed to leave during the exam.” And walked back to his desk.
Just then, Claire could feel a longer, 3 second burst of pee come out of her, instantly wetting her panties. She feared there was now a wet patch on her ass if she stood up. She had to hold on, she couldn’t pee her pants in front of a room full of 300 people. She decided she would rush through the rest of the test, and run to the bathroom before it gets any worse.
Only a couple questions left. Claire was bounding up and down, wiggling her butt back and forth, and crossing and uncrossing her legs every few seconds. Other students definitely were aware of her situation now. The students surrounding her looked up at her every few minutes, wondering is she was going to make it. With her mind focusing on the last couple questions, Claire didn’t realize she started to release her bladder. She stood straight up in her seat, and she felt a warmth slowly trickle down her butt for several seconds. Claire reached her hand down to her butt, and her heart skipped a beat when she realized her ass was soaking wet. There was no way she could get up now without other people seeing.
She finished her test a few moments later. Claire looked around the room, with the students with their heads down in their tests, she hoped she could scramble to the front and walk out of there without anyone looking at her wet butt. But when the moment of truth came and she stood up, she heard Alison start snickering. Claire whipped her head around to see Alison with her hand covering her mouth. Claire looked down at her jeans, she had a wet patch on her ass the size of a small plate. She quickly walked to front of the class to hand in her paper to the T.A. As she walked though, her bladder released even more, peeing 4 or 5 seconds as she made her way to hand in her exam. The T.A looked up, and Claire noticed his jaw drop when he looked at her, she didn’t realize just how wet her jeans had become with the last spurt. She now had a hand sized wet spot on the crotch of her faded jeans, which trailed off a couple inches down her left thigh. Tears formed in Claire’s eyes, as she realized now this cute T.A and her classmate were fully aware she peed her pants. She stood at the front of the room frozen with embarrassment. She heard from the back of the room a guy whisper “What the fuck”. Teary eyed, she moved her hands in front of her crotch trying to block anyone else from seeing her pants. But it was all too much, and Claire started forcibly peeing her pants. She stood straight up with her thighs tightly clasped as her light colored jeans almost instantly darkened. She had a plate sized wet circle on her crotch, jetting down past her knee on her pant leg, and the pee forcing it’s way up her butt, completely soaking her large, firm ass. The entire 300 person lecture hall was now fixated on her. To her left, Alison and a group of her friends were openly giggling at her. She looked to the right, and a group of guys were pointing and talking among themselves. Others, stared in shock as this gorgeous girl pissed her pants in front of everyone. Claire started crying and walked as quick as she could out of the room…. And woke up from her deep sleep.
She woke up to the sound of hissing, with a warm feeling around her crotch and butt. She sat up puzzled for a moment, before she realized what was happening. "oh fuck" she muttered as she quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom still peeing. There was already a dinner plate sized wet patch on her left butt cheek of her pajama pants where she was laying down and the inside of her left thigh had a growing streak as she ran to the bathroom. She yanked down her pajama's and panties in one motion, and finished off in the toilet. It was a little too late, her pajama pants were soaking, even her white tank top had a yellow pee stain on it, where she was laying down. "God what is happening to me" she whimpered to herself, humiliated that she just wet the bed.
Claire had to put it behind her though, and get ready for her second day of work as a reporter. |
Part 3. let me knew if you guys have any tips or suggestions where I should take it next.
Claire needed to push her bedwetting incident out of her mind and focus on work. After a hot shower, she pulled on a pair of tight bright red pants over her white thong, a white satin tank tank top, and a cream cardigan sweater. She looked in her full length mirror in her bedroom, turning her ass towards it. She hated to seem vein, but she really loved the way her body looked. Her tight pants cupping her large, perfectly round butt.
Claire put on a pot of coffee as she started gathering a few photos and personal things to decorate her desk. Cincinnati still didn’t feel like home, but she hoped making her desk at work seem her own would help. She looked at the clock, 8:15, she was already a little behind. She took a large swig of coffee from her thermos and took off for work with her box of pictures.
Claire struggled getting her box out of her by herself in the station parking lot. She tried wedging it against her car as she tried getting a hand underneath it, but it slipped and spilled all over concrete. “Shit” Claire mumbled under her breath. She tucked her hair behind her ear, bent over at the waist and started putting her pictures back in the cardboard box.
Nick was pulling into the parking lot just then. He couldn’t take his eyes off this gorgeous girl’s ass as she was bending in those tight red pants. Nick jogged towards her “Need a hand” he said cheerfully. Claire gave a shy smile “I’d love one” she said, and the two finished putting the pictures back in the box. “How are you adjusting” Nick said trying to make idle chit chat. “Umm, pretty good, I still don’t know a lot of people. But it seems like a really great station so far.” Claire said. Nick opened the door for her, and put his hand on her mid back as she walked through. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure a girl like you will fit in just fine. I think you’re shadowing me again, so I“ll see you in a bit” Nick said flirtaciously, as the two headed down different hallways.
As Claire was arranging the pictures on her desk, she put her lips up to her coffee thermos, but realized it was empty as she tipped it back. She felt a small amount of pressure in her bladder, and made a mental note to refill her mug after running to the bathroom before the morning pitch meeting. Before she could run to the bathroom though, she heard “Settling in okay?” in high pitched voice behind her. Claire turned around and saw a beautiful woman in her mid 20’s with long, bright red straight hair and huge green eyes. “Hi, I’m Megan, it looks like we’re desk buddies” she said gesturing to her desk right next to Claire. Claire noticed Megan’s body as she sat down. Claire wasn’t gay, but took note of her incredible tight frame and small perky ass in a tight, short black dress. “Oh hey, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Claire” She said sticking out her hand. “Very formal of you, how do you do”? Megan said playfully. “So how are you liking it so far?” Claire said “Good, I’m still getting used to everything” but her eyes drifted off to the staircase to her right as she noticed Nick walking down, giving him a shy smile. “Already making friends” Megan said with a raised eyebrow “He’s single you know”. Claire laughed the comment off “I don’t know if I want to date a coworker right off the bat” Claire said laughingly. Just then the news director Mr. Harmon shouted out for everyone to meet for the morning pitch meeting. “Damn it” Claire thought to herself, I didn’t get a chance to run to the bathroom yet.
Claire learned she would still be training with Nick today, and the two would cover a story about a college girls basketball team boycotting their next few games over the suspension of one of their players. Before Claire could run off to the bathroom, Nick came up to her and said Hey, we need to run over there before we’re late to our interview.” “Sure, no problem” Claire said, now feeling the pressure in her bladder grow heavier.
Claire, was quiet most of the car ride over, not conscience of the fact that she was holding her thighs together, needing to pee. Nick broke the silence “So, I’m going to let you take the lead on this one. You’ll do the interview by yourself, and I’ll wait in the lobby.” Claire took a big gulp from her water bottle “Do you think I’m ready already”. Nick looked away from the road and straight in into her brown eyes “Yeah, you’ll be great, don’t worry.”
Claire looked around for a bathroom as soon as she walked into the college sports center, but disappointed she didn’t see one nearby. She realized she didn’t have enough time to go searching for one, so decided to suck up and hold it until she got back to work.
Just then, a pretty tall brunette girl with her hair in pony tail, wearing short gym shorts and her basketball jersey came up to both Nick and Claire “Hey, I’m Marie, are you the guys from WAAR we’re supposed to meet with?” She asked warmly. Before Claire could say anything Nick chimed in “Just Claire here will be interviewing you guys, I’ll wait here in the lobby area.” As both Claire and Marie walked back to a small room where the rest of the team was waiting Claire saw a ladies room sign out of the corner of her eye. Really feeling the pressure in her bladder now, she was tempted to slip in their quick, but didn’t want to leave everyone waiting so decided to hold out.
Claire immediately crossed her legs as she sat down in a metal folding chair and took another big swig of water before asking her first question “So, why don’t you guys start by just telling me your side of the story?” Claire tried her best to concentrate on what they were saying, but the college girls weren’t used to these kinds of interviews and started rambling. Her mind shifted back to her bladder as she found herself shuffling her ass back in forth in her seat. “So, I think I understand your guys situation, you basically want to show solidarity for your teammate, and not play until she can come back? Claire asked, trying to get things back on track. All she wanted to do was wrap up the interview, and run to the bathroom at this point, but wanted to be professional. Marie started going into a tangent that seemingly lasted an eternity. Claire couldn’t focus on her answers, she needed to pee soon, or suffer a repeat of the small accident she had yesterday. Claire now had her thighs tightly crossed with her hands pressing against her legs tight. She tried to cut off Marie, but the groups of cute college players were just rambling on and on. Claire was bouncing her legs up and down slowly, grinding her heel into the ground with her toned thigh still tightly crossed as she sat there, listening to these girls go on….and on… and on… until she felt a small dribble hit her white thong underneath those tight red pants. Nothing was visible on her pants though. Claire tried her hardest not to show it on her face how desperate she was. 25 minutes passed, and Claire had all she needed for the interview “Okay, well I think I got what I needed, thank you guys so much.” Claire stood up straight and started shaking hands with the girls, wiggling her hips back and forth as she did. Marie asked “So when is this going to air exactly?” Claire stood with her left knee slightly bent and her thighs together trying to answer a series of these girls never ending questions, when she felt another small one second spurt escape her. She could feel her panties were a little wet, this time a small dime sized wet patch appeared on her crotch. Claire said he final goodbye, but as she turned around her foot caught the metal folding chair and she stumbled. Claire found her footing before falling to the ground, but the motion made her bladder relax, and she could feel warm pee come out of her….one Mississippi… two Mississippi… three Mississippi. Just three seconds of peeing felt like an eternity. With her back now to the group of girl she looked down at her crotch of her tight red pants, and found to her horror there was a palm sized wet spot on her crotch. She walked as quickly as she could out of the room without running, not realizing that the group of college girls were starring in shock at the grapefruit sized pee stain in the shape of upsidedown heart on her butt.
Claire sprinted into the bathroom she passed on the way in, and released a floof of pent up pee in the toilet. She looked down at her panties as she sat on the toilet, noticing they were soaking wet and yellow. She patted them down with toilet paper as best she could before pulling her tight pants back on. Claire started tearing up and was shaking as she surveyed the damage. She knew Nick was waiting for her just outside the lobby. What was she going to do? There was a clearly noticeable hand sized wet spot on her crotch, and a grapefruit sized wet spot on her ass. Her tight pants hugging her wide hips were not going her any favors hiding her embarrassment. She then got a bright idea, dry her pants off on the hand dryers outside the stall. She looked under the door to double check it was empty before stepping out. On her tip toes, she moved her crotch up to the hand dryer. With shaking hands, she pulled on her pants, desperately trying to dry them under the heat, but it wasn’t working. Just then, Marie and two other girls walked into the bathroom. All three girls jaws dropped to the floor. Claire looked like a deer in the headlights and froze in place. “Oh my god” one of them said as all three giggled openly at poor Claire, keeping their eyes fixated on her pee stains. It was all hitting her, she had just peed her pants in front of a group of college girls at work, and was drying her pants in the bathroom…. How did it ever come to this. Claire quickly walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Before turning the corner to face Nick, she became frantic about how to hide the pee stain from Nick. She pulled on her sweater trying to cover it, but it was too short. “Duh” she thought to herself, she took off her cardigan tied it around her waist. Her butt was covered, she just had to make sure to keep her arms of the sweater in front of the pee stain on her crotch. Why didn’t she think of this sooner?
Nick stood up as Claire walked towards her “Did you get hot? He asked, thinking that’s why he took off her sweater. Claire looked down and sheepishly said “Yeah, I get warm sometimes.” The two drove back to the station in near silence, and thankfully her pee stain dried before she had to get out of the car again. No one at work knew about her little accident, but Claire made an appointment for a doctor that day. This could NOT happen again. |
Part 4 for anyone interested.
Another morning, another wet diaper to wake up to. Claire had been wetting the bed every night for more than two weeks now, and was almost getting used to taking off her wet Depend pull-up in the morning. The doctor said there was nothing medically wrong with her, and her overactive bladder was most likely due to the stress of just moving. Luckily, she hasn’t had any daytime accidents since wetting her pants in front of those college basketball players. Claire stripped off her wet diaper, showered and got ready for work. She put on a pair of light grey plaid work pants that hugged her round ass, and a white button down short sleeve shirt that she tucked in. The outfit showed a hint of cleavage and really accentuated her wide hips. She scarfed down a bowl of cereal and a mug of coffee and left for work.
Claire had her head in the fridge, grabbing a water bottle when she felt someone pinch her on the ass. “Was is Nick?” She thought to herself. It was a “a little aggressive, but she didn’t hate the idea of him coming-on to her either. When Claire turned around though, she laughed when she realized it was Megan. She really grew close to her redheaded desk mate. Megan smiled at her “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, you look GOOD girl.” Claire was a little uncomfortable and jokingly said “You know I’m not gay right?” Megan laughed slightly “Yeah I know. I actually was hoping to talk to you about something. This guy I’ve been dating has a friend and….” Megan trailed off. Claire sighed “You’re not asking me on a double date are you?” Megan got really excited “Come on, It’ll be fun, plus he’s really cute.” Claire put her hands on her hips “Alright, I guess a couple drinks couldn’t hurt.” Megan squeeled at her answer “Perfect, I’ll set it up.” “So I’ll see you in the morning meeting in a minute then? Megan said. Claire pointed in the other direction “I’m actually covering the opening of the Bengals training camp today and will go live from there.” “Oooh, so they’re having you do sports now, didn’t take you for a jock” Megan joked to her. Claire laughed to herself “Yeah, I’m not exactly sporty, but I don’t think they have anyone else available. Wish me luck.”
Claire was paired up with the cameraman Ryan today. He was cute, but a bit of a hipster for Claire’s taste with his large black beard, skinny jeans and flannel shirts. Ryan and Claire drove to the Bengals training facility in silence, as Claire started feeling a need to pee. She crossed her legs in her seat and made a plan to find the bathroom as soon as they got there.
As soon as their SUV pulled up Claire’s eyes scanned the area for a bathroom. There were fans crawling everyone. She spotted a group of porta potty’s near the practice field, but the line was a mile long. She really didn’t want to wait in line, plus the thought of using a porta potty grossed her out. She hoped once she went inside the small building used for training she could find a bathroom. She turned to Ryan her camera man “Hey, why don’t you go get a few shots of players practicing, I’ll run inside and find the Public Relations guy and see what I can get for interviews? She said as she headed briskly walked to the building.
Claire could really feel the pressure in her bladder now. She had small quick steps as she went into the lobby and walked up to a receptionist, an older blonde woman dressed in a blazer. “Excuse me” Claire said gently “I’m looking for Mark Clemens, I’m with WAAR” The receptionist looked up at Claire “He’s actually in a meeting for the next couple hours, but he did want to let everyone in the media know that Coach Lewis is doing a press conference at 4:00 on the field after practice.” Claire looked at her watch, an hour to kill until then. “Thanks” Claire said quietly leaning into the desk “Do you have a bathroom I could use in here, I really need to go.” The receptionist gave a sympathetic smile “Sorry, it’s employees only, you’ll have to use the porta pottys by the field.” Claire lifted her right heel off the ground and pressed her thighs together, really feeling the pressure building in her bladder. She would be fine she thought “I still have plenty of time before the press conference.”
She caught up with Ryan outside who was shooting practice, and tapped him on the shoulder “Hey, there’s a press conference in an hour, I’m going to run to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a minute.” Ryan nodded “Take your time, I’ll just get a few more shots here.”
Claire’s face dropped when saw the line. There had to be 50 people waiting for two porta pottys. “Who plans these events” She thought to herself as she started fidgeting with her shoulder length brown hair.
Ten minutes later, it seemed like the line barely moved. Behind her was an overweight bald middle aged fan in a Bengals jersey, in front of her was a pretty blonde girl in a bengals t shirt and tight jeans. Claire was standing with her feet crossed, constantly wiggling her hips back in forth. Claire tapped the girl in front of her “Excuse me, I hate to ask this, but I’m really in a rush, do you mind if I cut in front of you?” The Blonde woman turned around “Sorry, I actually really need to go, I’m dying for the bathroom, otherwise I would.” Claire just smiled back at her “It’s okay, I totally understand” she said warmly but in her mind thinking “Shit, this line needs to hurry up.”
There were about five people in front of her now, Claire couldn’t keep herself from constantly shuffling. She couldn’t grab her crotch openly in public, so shoved her hands in her small back pockets, lifted her right leg up slightly and rubbed her thighs together. Claire heard behind her “can’t take the long lines, haha” The guy behind her joked as he clearly noticed how bad she needed to pee. Claire was a little embarrassed about her predicament , tucked her hair behind her ear and said “Yeah, they probably should have had more than two of these things.” Claire noticed the blonde girl in front of swaying her hips side to side now. Watching her dance in place didn’t help, as Claire felt a spurt rush out of her urethra. Claire bent over at the waist and instinctively grabbed her crotch with her right hand. Luckily she was able to stop her flow before it left her body. But she really had to be careful now. Her tight grey plaid pants would show any sign of wetness and she had nothing to tie around her waist if she had to. She hated that she had to think ahead how to handle wetting her pants in public, but after the incident a couple weeks ago, she knew it wasn’t out of the question. The blonde girl in front of was next in line. She openly was grabbing her crotch every few seconds and constantly shifting her weight back and forth. As soon as she saw someone come out of the porta potty, she blonde woman darted in and slammed the door behind her. “One more to go Claire thought to herself” She stood up straight as an arrow, with her thighs tightly slammed together, trying to keep her bladder from contracting for just a couple more minutes until she can finally pee. Just then, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped around to see Ryan “Hey, they’re wrapping up practice a little early, Coach is going to talk to the press in ten minutes, we need to get going. Claire looked longingly at the locked porta potty “Now” Ryan said urgently “Or we’re going to be late” Claire just shook her head yes and followed him, taking tiny quick steps to avoid peeing her pants on the spot.
The other reporters and camera men were giving Claire the side eye as everyone was setting up. She was openly dancing in place with her hand in pressed firm against her outer thighs. “Hey are you okay?” Ryan asked “You look like you need to pee” Claire turned red faced, realizing everyone, knew she need to piss. She forced a smile and said “I’ll be fine.” Ryan looked at the players finishing stretching after practice “Do you know who you want to interview for you live shot at 5:00?” Claire was so focused on not wetting her pants, she forgot about work, and her live interview in an hour. “Ummmm” she mumbled to herself when Ryan cut her off “I think Dalton would be the best bet, and the Bengals media people already said he would be available.” Claire barely knew who Andy Dalton was even when she wasn’t under distress, so thought it would be best to just agree with whatever Ryan suggested at this point. “Yeah, that sounds good, you know more than I do about this.” Claire said jokingly.
The coach walked up to the group of reporters very informally. “Alright, let’s get this started” he said. Claire was happy to let the others ask the questions and just stand back. She couldn’t think about anything but her now painful bladder. Her legs were crossed tight and her butt was constantly wiggling back and forth as the press conference seemed to last a lifetime. She couldn’t take in a word the coach was rambling on about. She felt the tiniest bit of pee escape and Claire slammed both of her hands into her crotch. She noticed the other starring at her awkwardly, and she stood up, trying to keep it as professional as she could right now. She could feel a tiny bit of wetness in her black silk thong, but when she looked down her crotch her pants were dry. She gently felt her ass with her hands, checking for wetness, but thankfully found nothing on her rear too.
As the couch finally finished talking, he saw Ryan Jog over to the quarterback Andy Dalton, talking him into a live interview “Thank god he’s on top of things today, I’m useless right now” She thought to herself. She saw Dalton waiting around talking to a teammate as Ryan jogged back to her “Alright, he’s good to go, I told him you would do a couple minute interview at 5:00.” Claire looked over at the porta potty’s, there was only about 10 people in line right now. “Great, I’m going to run over to the bathroom first” Claire said, with a quivering lip. Ryan looked at the line, then at his watch “I don’t think we have time” You’re up in 20 minutes. Claire looked longingly at the bathrooms, with tears starting to form in her eyes now. “Don’t worry, you can go when you’re done” Ryan said sympathetically, realizing just how bad his gorgeous co-worker needed to pee.
Claire tried to make idle chit chat with the player before the shot, but found it hard with her bladder. She couldn’t grab her crotch in front of him, but had her right leg was raised about a foot off the ground, rubbing her thighs together, doing everything she could to keep the pent up pee in just a little longer. “So you live in town long then?” He asked her. Claire’s voice was shaking and could barely put a sentence together “Umm, what? Yeah a long time…. No, I just moved here, what am I saying.” Ryan Dalton looked at her “Don’t be nervous, I’m really just like everyone else.” Claire thought to herself “Dodx he think she was nervous because she was a fan? I wish that was case right now.”
Ryan counted her down, and when the red light went on and she was live on air, she was actually able to put her bladder out of mind. “Hi, I’m live here with Andy Dalton, whose getting back to the gridiron for the first time since last season. How’s it feel to be back?” Once her question was asked she relaxed a little bit, which at this point, was the worst thing she could do. She felt a slow two second spurt of pee escape her, and her neck snapped down to look at the damage. She panicked as saw a small wet stain the size grape on the crotch of her tight plaid, grey pants. Ryan noticed her face drop, and so did the thousands of people watching live at home. Claire was now visible shaking, “So ummm, how do you, ummm, keep in shape in the off season.” She asked with her thighs and heels pressed together tight. The quarterback was the only one watching Claire who didn’t realize something was wrong. He started talking for 20 seconds, when Claire felt another spurt escape her… except this one kept going she kept her eyes on Dalton as she felt the warmth run down her toned left thigh… then down to her knee…. Then down her right thing… then back up her perfectly round ass. Andy Dalton stopped mid sentence “What the!!!! Am I on a prank show? He shouted looking down at her. Tears were streaming down Claire’s eyes as she looked at her pants. She had a plate sized wet patch on her crotch which then shot down both of her legs past her knees. Both her ass cheeks were soaking wet, with pee stains running down to the back of her knees on her tight grey pants. “What is happening here?” Andy Dalton asked in astonishment. Back at the station, Nick had a disgusted look on his face as he watched his co-worker pee her pants live on air. Megan looked heartbroken, feeling awful for her friend. Some of her other co-workers were rolling on the floor with laughter, others just starring in amazement. Claire could do nothing but put her trembling hands on her outer thighs and stare down at the ground I horror. Back in the studio they had cut back to the main anchors at the desk who looked shell shocked. ”We’ll be right back after this” said the older male anchor. Claire and Ryan walked back to the car in silence. He put newspaper on the car seat to protect it, and not a word was spoken between the two as he drove her back to the station, and she made her way home. |
Kate is a blonde woman in her 30's wearing a black blouse and gray pants. She and her husband are in a casino that is currently under renovations. Kate and her husband love to gamble, which is how they first met. They would spend hours on casinos whenever they would get vacation time from their jobs. Several hours in Kate starts to get an uncmfortable feeling in her bladder. Kate is the type of person who doesn't realie she needs to go, until SHE REALLY NEEDS TO GO. Kate knew this as a well known fact, so she told her husband that she has to make a dash to the restroom.
Kate bends down for a bit and then starts running towards the bathroom. On her path she sees a big fountain gushing water out. This makes her bladder kick into overdrive. Kate makes her way to the bathroom, but the stall is occupied. She also starts to hear singing. A big lady in a funny looking poofy hairstyle wearing a fancy black dress is singing. Kate guesses that this place is so fancy that even the bathroom has entertainment.
"got to let go
and the start the show
got to let go
of all I hold"
The words "let go" and "all I hold" start to make Kate feel even worse. She starts crossing her legs and breathing more heavily.
"got to let go
and feel the flow
got to let go
of all I hold"
Kate starts bobbing up and down. The person occuping the stall takes quite a while. She starts leaking a little bit into her panties. Kate knocks on the door. "almost there" responds the lady. Kate hears a flush, which makes her hold her crotch intensily and bend down as her bladder aches. The door open and she runs into the stall. Sweet relief. Kate is letting all her pee out and the flow is nonstop. It feels really good and her bladder deflates a bit too.
Two women are currently waiting as well, Jane and Ellen. Jane is a blonde wearing tight leather pants, and a black jacket. She is short and somewhere in her early 30's. She is grabbing onto her crotch, feeling the tightness of her pants onto her bladder. Ellen is a much taller woman with the same type of hair but she is wearing a small black dress. She has smooth long legs and a nice body. She is crossing her legs every now and then and also fidgeting a little bit.
As for Jane, before Jane got into this mess. Jane is the one who ot hit by the renovations. Jane is the type of person who goes to the bathroom BEFORE things get bad. She likes to be prepared. She is fairly new to gambling so she decided to tag a long with a few friends. After a few drinks she tells her friends that she needs to pee. She rushes to the bathroom only to find it closed due to renovations. She asked a member of staff where the other bathroom is and he points to where it is. Jane makes her way to the other bathroom. This one is open. One stall is out of order but the other stall is free. There is no line. It seems like her luck could turn around. As soon as she enters an older lady pushes her out of the way and closes the door. Through the door she heard -
"I'm sorry I ate some bad seafood and I-"
You could hear the diarrhea from the other side.
"sorry but I do know where the other bathroom is, it's past the big fountain not too far from here"
Jane is fidgeting in her tight leather pants, her bladder begins to fill up even more and she needs to make a dash to the other bathroom if she wants to make it.
She passes the ungodly water fountain and it makes cross her legs and hold her crotch for a few seconds. She makes her way to the bathroom and sees one person waiting, one person using up the stall and a lady singing.
Fast forward to now. Kate relieving herself can be heard from outside the stall, the lady who finished using the stall before kate is washing her hands. Both the flowing water and Kate peeing make this hell for Jane. Jane bites her lip and bends down while holding her crotch. A trickle of pee flows into her panties and she pushes her hand in her crotch even harder to stop it. Meanwhile the singer is still singing:
"got to let go
like a waterfall
and forget it all
of the things I know"
Ellen is not taking any of this "can you sing something else please?!"
The lady still continues to sing
"got to let go
and feel the flow
got to let go
of all I hold"
Ellen is crossing and uncrossing her legs. "This is unbelievable"
A spurt comes out from Jane and she is trying so hard to stop the leaks. She hears the flush from Kate's stall which makes Jane leak even more. She runs to the stall the second Kate came out. Now it was Ellen's turn to withstand the pain of hearing Kate wash her hands and Jane relieve herself. It was like a cycle of madness. The flowing water from the sink was causing Ellen to bite her lip and shake her hips up and down.
Ellen is a ruthless manager of the casino that this is happening at and she got her way by working hard and always speaking her mind. Normally this would be seen as a burden in a professional environment but Ellen uses that attitude to expose things or shine the light on truth on things. Her mentality got her up to manager. The fact that this singing lady wasn't paying attention to her was driving her nuts. Ellen drank a lot of water. She kept herself hydrated because she was working extra hard during renovations. She needed to make sure everything was in order. All that water and the fountain near the bathroom made her want to go pee. Her small tight business skirt was making matters worse so she decided to take a quick break to go pee. In the bathroom there was two people waiting and someone in the stall. There was also this weird lady singing. Her voice was pretty good.
Kate left the bathroom but the peeing coming from Jane still is making Ellen profusely sweat. She was shaking her hips and doing a pee dance. She didn't care that the person behind her could see, she was bursting. The lady kept singing.
"got to let go
and feel the flow
got to let go
of all I hold
of all I hold"
Ellen leaked into her panties as she was waiting for Jane to finish. She put her hands up her smooth legs and pressed her fingers into her skirt. Kate flushed the toilet and Ellen began to breathe intensely and bite her lip. She was shaking her legs waiting on the seconds she can finally pee. Suddenly the singer started dancing around the room and held Ellen's hands. She was dancing with Ellen but Ellen couldn't even dance with her. She was in so much pain she couldn't even tell her off like she normally would. The singer twirled Ellen to the back of the bathroom and out the door. As soon as Jane left the stall to go wash her hands, the singer went into the stall to pee. The lady that was previously behind Ellen, who was also bursting was staring blankly at the whole scene. No one knew what the fuck was going on.
The lady who was waiting behind Ellen was a big woman with very light blonde hair. She wore a red dress and was absolutely bursting. She had several drinks with her friends and she has been waiting a for a while. Her name was Beth. She was shaking her hips. Jane was already gone and there was no one washing their hands but hearing the singer pee made beth put both hands in her crotch. The singer was peeing for a solid minute. Outside the bathroom Ellen wa arguing with the lady who was originally last in line. The lady was named Maxine and she was around her mid thirtie, she was a brunette that wore her hair in a big bun. She wore a thin black dress which had those transparent arm things.
"I- was here... first" She leaked a little as she argued. Maxine was a fast talker and she was shaking as she was talking. "I understand what you're going through and I get that you were first but I am really bursting here and from what I know is that you are the manager of the establishment and I'm the customer and the customer is always right" there was no pausing in her sentence, she talked a mile a minute and Ellen was in too much pain to even argue back. The dancer was washing her hands and Beth was peeing. Her flow was like a waterfall. Since she is a rather large lady the pee roared down into the toilet. As Ellen (the manager) and Maxine (the fast talker) were arguing, the lady that was behind beth was crying. Her name was jenn and she had light brown hair in a small bun. She had a black dress on. She was bursting so much that tears came out of her eyes and she absolutely couldn't take it. The singer stopped as she was watching Jenn finally let out all the pimped up pee she was holding during the whole wait. The pee was flowing straight down her dress and there was huge wet spot in the dress. Jenn ran out of the bathroom still crying. Beth came out of the stall and walked around the puddle to was her hands. Maxine jumped over the puddle and went into the stall. The singer continued singing about letting go and waterfalls. Beth was washing her hands and the flowing water was making Ellen leak even more into her panties. Ellen was in desperate need to let go.
Maxine wanted to mock Ellen due to the argument and began to loudly proclaim her relief. "oh yes! That feels SO good!" "The flow of my pee is making my bladder feel SO RELAXED" With the flowing water, Maxine's remarks, and the singer singing about letting go, Ellen felt like she was about to burst. Her bladder felt like it was about to pop. She ached to get into the stall. She put her hand up to her panties to prevent the next small spurt or leak. A small leak came through and ran through her fingers. Beth left the restroom and Ellen could hear a bucket sloshing it's way into the bathroom. It was a janitor. Maxine wanted to take her sweet time to make Ellen feel worse. The janitor knocked on the door and said "you better finish up because I need to clean." "ok then" Maxine flushed and came out. She began to wash her hands. Ellen was trying not to stare at the sink. The janitor was drenching his mop with water to clean the puddle. "Sorry lady but I need to clean, can you step out for a bit? This won't take long.. wait aren't you the manager?" "I think bossman was calling you, I'm going to take about 5 minutes and bossman says he needs to tell you something quick before his break, by the time were done you can go back, I'll even hold the next line for you"
Ellen gasped for air and responded with a strain in her voice "I appreciate it but I'm ah!" she spurt a little. "I'm about to burst, please PLEASE let me in" "Sorry manager no can do we got a puddle here and this bathroom is filthy my break is about to start so I gotta clean this ASAP" He begins to clean the puddle and the water sloshing made Ellen tear up. Ellen ran out to not hear that torture anymore. Her boss was standing outside the bathroom. Ellen was pee dancing. She couldn't help it and her boss woud surely understand. "Ellen! I'm so glad you been running things smoothly. You made renovations bearable, and before I go on break make sure that there is no messes on the buffet" "I appreciate it" responded Ellen in a strained voice. "Are you ok?" her boss was oblivious. "I really need to pee" "Well I suggest you go know before getting your guys to clean up the buffet."
Ellen would go to the buffet bathrooms but they are all the way on the other side of casino and they are usually packed. Plus, the janitor is holding up any lines just for her. Ellen still had to wait for the janitor was the bathroom was locked. She stood right in front of it so no one can go before her. She knocked the door while crossing her legs with dear life. "I'm almost done" "Please... jus- let me in" she could barely form a sentence. Another leak came out. This one lasted longer than the others. There was wet spot in her skirt. She was embarassed that customers might see that. Ellen kept crosing her legs and she bent down AND held her crotch. The holy trinity of actions to prevent pee accidents. Sadly Ellen's bladder was giving out. Her pee kept flowing and she couldn't stop. It felt so good. The pee trickled down her legs nonstop. She rolled her eyes up as if she was posessed. The pee felt almost ograsmic. She finally was able to let go after drinking all that water and holding it for so long. Too bad it was in public. A group of people were watching the spectacle some people were taking pictures. Ellen started crying.
The janitor opened the door. "whoops another mess" he laughed. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY" screamed Ellen. The janitor told her to get in the bathroom and lock the door. The singer wasn't there. "Hey" The janitor was speaking through the door. "I know shit sucks but I could use my breaktime to buy you a new skirt from the gift shop, what's your size?" Ellen told him her size all teary eyed. "My panties are also wet" "Don't worry I got it" The janitor ran off to the gift shop and bought her a jean skirt and some panties with the brand of the casino on it. He went back to the bathroom, opened the door, and told her to change in the stall. She felt like she was in a VIP bathroom, although she was still embarassed about the situation. She changed and went back to work. She got her staff to clean up the buffet efficiently and quickly. The talk about her peeing died down and thankfully she identified the dude that took the picture and told him that if he posted it, the company was allowed to kick him out. He argued about it but the Manager told him off and he decided to give up and continue gambling.
I don't know how to end this story but Ellen just went on in her day I guess lol |
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“That stupid tree!” thought Lauren, “If I can ever dare to show my face in public again, I’m going to hack it down myself. I can’t believe I’m putting myself through all of this, just to save some poxy old oak tree.”
In truth, Lauren had no idea whether the tree was an oak, or something else entirely. She was sure that Nathan had mentioned at some point exactly what type of tree that god damned thing was, After all, he’d spoken passionately on the subject for well over an hour the other night in the pub, but very little of what he’d said had made any lasting impression on her. She’d been too busy thinking about how she could engineer a situation where she could get some alone time with him and concentrating on making sure that she played with her long, blonde hair enough to look flirtatious but not enough to look like she had lice.
He was handsome, sure, but what really drew her to him was his voice. As soon as he started speaking, she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. It was almost hypnotic. She just loved to listen to him talk. Well, perhaps “listen” wasn’t exactly the right word, given how little she could remember of what he’d said that evening, but she certainly loved the sound of his voice. And so, apparently, did he, because it had been an hour, hadn’t it, that he’d talked about that bloody tree, more or less uninterrupted. And when he’d finished his lecture and asked, “So, what do you think? Are you up for it?”
“Yes! Definitely!” she’d responded, immediately, snapping out of her trance. She didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but she was disappointed to hear a chorus of agreement from the rest of the group a moment later and realised that this wasn’t going to be the romantic, intimate experience she had been hoping for with Nathan, whatever it was she’d agreed to.
“Really Lauren? I didn’t think it would be your kind of thing.”
That had been Sophie, that slut. Lauren was not a fan of Sophie. She could tell that Sophie had got designs on Nathan as well, because she’d laughed far longer than necessary when Nathan had made some weak joke. Luckily, Lauren had been alert and had emerged victorious from that encounter by squeezing Nathan’s hand and telling him how funny he was. She had snuck a glance at Sophie, who must have known that Lauren had won this round, because she had looked dismayed, shifted around in her seat and cast her gaze downward, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. A few moments later, Sophie had excused herself to go to the bathroom and hadn’t even invited Lauren to join her, which had confirmed to Lauren that Sophie too was well aware of who had won this particular skirmish.
“Actually, Sophie, I’m really into leaves.”
She had considered for a moment.
“And roots.”
This had obviously been the right thing to say, because it had silenced everybody, especially Sophie, who’d just sat there, saying nothing, with a stupid smirk on her face.
Of course, all of this excellent ground work had been for nothing because of what had happened since, chained to that stupid tree. She should have just waited for another opportunity to spend time with Nathan. She should never have pretended to give a damn about the tree when in reality she wouldn’t have stopped to piss on it if it had been on fire.
Lauren felt her cheeks flush at the mere thought of pissing, and knew that it would be a long time before she would be able to hear that word, even in her own inner monologue, without turning a deep shade of crimson.
Sophie was also thinking back to the conversation which had set in motion the devastating chain of events at the protest and thinking about how she should have seen it for what it was: an omen of impending disaster.
Nathan had gone on and on at the pub, for literally an entire hour, about the tree in the middle of Fairelow University campus, and about what a tragedy it was that the University was going to cut it down in order to create more space for parking. It was a shame, she supposed that the University was going to destroy something which was part of the history of the place. The tree served as a convenient land mark for meeting friends and was useful for sheltering from rain, of which there was a great deal in Fairelow, but that was about it really. She knew that her father, who had also attended Fairelow University when he had first moved over to England from Hong Kong, would probably be dismayed to find out that the tree was due to be cut down. According to Sophie’s father, he and her mother had shared their first kiss under that tree. Her mother had told an entirely different story and Sophie had never been sure who to believe, but Sophie’s mother had passed away a few short years ago, and so Sophie felt she owed it to her dad to do what she could to save the tree.
And so, Sophie had been willing to sit and listen to Nathan drone on in that dull monotone of his. He really was a boring bastard. Still, at least Lauren had been there. If push came to shove, Sophie would probably have said that Lauren was the funniest person she had ever been friends with. Somehow, Lauren whatever the situation, Lauren always had the perfect comment or facial expression to set Sophie into hysterics.
This had proved somewhat disastrous that evening in the pub, in fact. Nathan had made some terribly laboured pun in the middle of his diatribe about the tree and Sophie had made the mistake of looking across at Lauren. Lauren had been sitting there, eyes unblinking but half closed, slack-jawed, as though she had been put into a trance by the drivel Nathan was spouting. Nathan had clearly been quite proud of his little joke but Lauren had acted like she’d never even registered it. Sophie hadn’t been able to help herself. She had burst out laughing, massive guffaws racking her body. She had laughed and she had laughed and she had laughed and she had…
Well…
She had wet her pants.
Just a little bit, yes, but oh god, she had definitely wet her pants. She had stopped laughing immediately and tensed all of her internal muscles, stopping the trickle before it could become a torrent. Sophie couldn’t tell whether there was much damage, but she was sure that she had stopped the flow before things had gotten catastrophic. The crotch of her underwear felt clingy and damp but she thought her jeans were probably unscathed.
Until, that was, Lauren had said, in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “Oh Nathan, you’re so funny,” and squeezed his hand so patronisingly that Sophie had been overcome with laughter, this time mercifully silent. Less mercifully, Lauren’s sarcastic voice was not the only thing dripping. With each suppressed giggle, Sophie had sent out another spurt of warm pee, soaking her knickers. By the time she regained her composure, her bottom felt thoroughly drenched.
Sophie had found herself wondering what someone is supposed to do when she wets herself in public. Is she supposed to own it, announcing her accident to the group proudly as if to say, “Yes, I’ve peed in my pants, what of it? I am a strong, independent woman who don’t need dry pants.” She didn’t feel strong, or independent right now. Or like a woman, for that matter. She suddenly felt more like a girl. Felt like the girl who had woken up wet at a slumber party at her friend Catherine’s house, a few years after the age when such things were excusable. Felt like the girl who had slipped while abseiling on a school residential trip and had to be lowered slowly to the ground, cheeks burning and trousers glistening, in front of several of her classmates. Felt like the girl who had lost control of her bowels when her father’s car had been rear ended outside her dance school and who had to stand on the side of the road in her conspicuously bulging leotard, avoiding the gaze of her friends while her father and the other driver exchanged insurance details.
Sophie had briefly considered sheepishly admitting to or hinting at her predicament to attempt a level of PR damage control, getting the news out on her own terms and downplaying it, but had finally concluded that it would be crazy to admit to something she might be able to conceal entirely. She had shifted about in her seat, trying to work out the extent of the problem, all while studiously avoiding eye contact with the other members of the group. If she moved, she could carry her handbag in front of her crotch and, due to the fortunate positioning of the bathroom, more or less keep her backside pointing away from anyone, but if she moved, would there be a wet patch on the seat? If she stayed where she was and waited for her clothes to dry, would the others be able to smell what had happened? Oh god, could they smell it already? And what if Lauren did something else to make her crack up? Right now she was wet, but really it had only been a few small leaks. Another laughing fit and she might completely lose the remaining contents of her bladder.
When she had eventually settled on the idea of making her escape to the bathroom, discretely getting cleaned up and returning to the table, things had gone almost as well as could be hoped. Nobody had given her a second glance when she got up or on her way to the toilets, which was fortunate, because when she got there, she had discovered that there was a small but conspicuous wet patch visible on her jeans. The bathroom had been empty when she arrived, and she had gone into a stall to finish peeing, before making her way to the hand dryer. She had removed her jeans and, after a short deliberation, slipped her knickers off to dry them under the hot air, hoping like hell that nobody walked in with her bare bottom so brazenly exposed. No sooner had she pulled her underwear back on and begun drying her jeans, than a woman walked in to use the bathroom, but Sophie was able to deflect the woman’s inquisitive look by claiming to have spilled a pint down herself.
Finally, Sophie had been able to retake her place at the table in time for the end of Nathan’s rambling and oh boy, was she ever glad that she’d retreated to the bathroom and emptied her bladder instead of sitting and waiting to dry off at the table. When Sophie had confessed that she was surprised that Lauren was keen to join the protest, Lauren had said “Actually, Sophie, I’m really into leaves,” and then with a sideways glance at that dullard Nathan, had added “And roots.” Absolutely savage. Sophie was pretty certain that the brutal putdown had sailed far over Nathan’s oblivious head. He clearly had no inkling about the disdain which Lauren felt for him.
Why oh why had Sophie not realised then that fate had been trying to warn her to stay at home, to leave the tree to its demise? |
2.
So that was how it had come about, the protest. The six of them would chain themselves to the tree in the centre of campus and strike a blow against deforestation, in that small square of Fairelow, at any rate. On the morning when the tree was due to be cut down, they had met in the centre of the university grounds and prepared to chain themselves to it. Nathan, was there, of course, as were Lauren and Sophie. They were joined, as they had been in the pub, by Scott, which was a surprise, because he had a reputation for flakiness and bailing out at the last minute, and by Fat Mike, who was actually more or less average size but had been given the nickname to differentiate him from the final member of the group, Mike-with-the-hat, a rugby player who genuinely was rather overweight. He had, during the first two weeks of his university career, made the unfortunate decision to wear a bowler hat on a night out and had been bullied ceaselessly about it ever since.
For most of the morning, both girls were pretty happy with how things had played out. Lauren had been pleased that when it came to being chained up, she had managed to bag herself a spot next to Nathan, although this was tempered somewhat by the fact that Sophie was on Nathan’s other side and would no doubt spend the whole day throwing herself at him. Sophie, for her part, was happy that the protest seemed to have scuppered the efforts to fell the tree, at least for now, and because she had received a message of support from her dad, who usually did his best to live up to the impossible-to-please-Asian-parent-stereotype. Scott’s friend, who worked for the local newspaper, the Fairelow Courier had promised to come along to take photos and get some quotes for an article, and Nathan had spoken at length about how the student body and locals alike would rally behind them as soon as the article hit social media.
Unfortunately, as the day had worn on, a problem had begun to occur to Sophie. It was a problem which she really should have foreseen after the incident at the pub, but it was only when she started to feel a pressure in her bladder that Sophie started to become concerned about the tree’s lack of bathroom facilities. She had known that it would never have been as simple as standing, chained to the tree, for twenty minutes and then going home as soon as the workmen shrugged, downed tools and left, but now, a few hours later, there was no end in sight. The workmen had disappeared for now, but their heavy machinery was still lurking, ominously, a few metres away, ready to be put to use as soon as the little band of protesters left their post. Sophie wriggled slightly in discomfort.
“Uh, guys, I kind of need to go to the bathroom…”
Sophie’s words were music to Lauren’s ears. If Sophie had to go and take care of her bathroom requirements, the chain would have to be unlocked and campus security would be certain to swoop in and stop the remaining members of the group from reattaching themselves to the tree, putting an end to all of this nonsense. It would also absolve her from being the one responsible for ending the protest. She too was suffering from an increasingly urgent need to relieve herself and had been thinking of calling time on the whole thing too. Unfortunately for Lauren, it was not to be. Sophie had obviously decided that she could hold it a little longer, and said no more for the time being, despite the fact that she was beginning to show visible signs of distress, squeezing her knees together and occasionally wincing slightly. For now, Lauren was managing to avoid such obvious displays, but silently, she wondered how long she could wait before risking having an accident in her pants. She had no intention of waiting long enough to find out, confident as she was that Sophie was going to have to excuse herself any moment and in doing so, put an end to Lauren’s ordeal too.
Surely, Sophie wasn’t willing to piss herself, in full view of anyone who happened to pass through the middle of the campus, just to save some old tree? Ordinarily, Lauren would have been over the moon at the idea of Sophie wetting her pants, in public and just centimetres away from Nathan, but today? Lauren didn’t want to have to cry off and, in doing so, take the blame for scuppering Nathan’s plans of protecting what he seemed to think was some kind of iconic piece of university history. On the other hand, however, if Lauren allowed herself to get pulled into an unspoken game of urinary chicken and if Sophie, against all odds, had some kind of Kevlar pelvic floor…
The mere thought sent a jolt of a panic through Lauren and for a fraction of a second, she was on the verge of emptying her bladder there and then, but she quickly regained her self-control, tensing her internal muscles before disaster could strike. Had a trickle of pee escaped into her underwear? Hand on heart, she honestly couldn’t have said for sure. The temptation to try to find a way to inspect the state of her thong took hold of her briefly, but she resisted. If she had dampened her knickers, it could only have been a tiny amount, nowhere near enough to show on her jeans. She was going to be fine. She was in nothing like as bad a state as Sophie, who, by now was performing as close to a full-on pee-dance as was possible, while chained to a tree.
“If you need to go that badly, why don’t you just piss against the tree? Everyone does it.”
That had been Fat Mike, who was well clear of any potential splash zone, with Lauren and Nathan both separating him from Sophie. Mike-with-the-hat, by contrast, seemed much less enthused by the prospect, standing, as he was, to Sophie’s immediate right. Fat Mike was correct, it was pretty much a nightly occurrence that students traversing from bar to bar across the campus, or on their way home from a night of drinking, would stop at the tree for a bathroom break. It was mostly the boys, but it wasn’t exactly unheard of for female students to do so. Occasionally girls would do this in small, giggling groups, egging each other on to take up slightly more brazen spots, further around the better lit side, out of the relative safety of the shade cast by the thick trunk.
Only once had Sophie, reluctantly, made use of the tree for this purpose, at the end of a night out as she made her way back to her hall of residence. She had been left with no choice that time. Her desperation had been so strong that she had known that she could either water the plants or water her pants. It had not been a success. A moment after she had begun to go, she had noticed that she was peeing onto the trousers around her ankles. After she had adjusted her position, she had realised that another student was approaching. Without stopping to think, she had stood up, inadvertently exposing herself to the startled boy, and, still mid-flow, pulled up her clothes, spectacularly failing to preserve either her modesty or her dry pants. Horrified, she had sprinted away from the scene of the crime and back to her room, thankfully without bumping into anyone else en route. Slamming the door of her bedroom shut behind her, she had thrust her hand into her underwear to find out the extent of the damage and found herself overcome by the illicit thrill of what had just happened, rubbing herself to a panting, shuddering and very confusing orgasm in a matter of seconds. Though she had no idea why, the thought of that humiliating episode brought a tingle to Sophie’s nether regions, but even in spite of her sudden, baffling arousal, there was no way she was planning to recreate any part of it, particularly in broad daylight.
“You know what, Mike? I’m usually quite happy to parade my privates in front of all and sundry, which is lucky, because there’s no way I’d be able to pull my pants back up since we’re chained to the tree and all. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I’d end up weeing all over them if I tried that anyway, so it’s a no go.”
It was true, the way that they were chained, completely upright against the tree trunk, meant that there would be no practical way to cover herself up, there was no likelihood of being able to pull her clothes back into place and, even if she didn’t mind standing around with her muff on display for however long this went on, she was certain to drench her jeans anyway if she tried to pee.
Nathan had been uncharacteristically quiet for a little while now, but alas, it could not last.
“That’s a very enlightened stance.”
Not for the first time, Sophie found herself wondering if she was doing sarcasm wrong. Clearly, either she didn’t understand it properly, or Nathan didn’t. He was off again on some rambling lecture about how people should be able to wear as little as they wanted without being slut-shamed and that the human body was beautiful and blah, blah, blah…
The awful thing was that Sophie didn’t disagree with him. In principle, she didn’t think nudity should be a big deal or that body parts should arbitrarily be deemed taboo. In practice, however, she was cripplingly shy about her own body, even though she knew that people considered her attractive and that she was objectively quite slim. When she had finally allowed a boyfriend into her bedroom earlier this year, she had insisted on wearing pyjamas overnight, which she had changed into and out of with her back to him. She had made him promise to look away every time and had tried not to think about whether he was actually doing so, or if he was, as she suspected, taking in an unobstructed view of her bottom and stealing glimpses of her nipples or bush when she strayed in front of the mirror on her wardrobe.
In bed, she had allowed him to reach underneath her pyjama top to caress her small breasts, let him slip his hand beneath her waistband and touch between her thighs while she played with him. A couple of times she had even taken him in her mouth, an act which she had, to her surprise, sort of enjoyed, until he came, quickly and without warning. After a few weeks of this, she had eventually allowed him to pull down her pyjamas so that they could have sex, but only under the covers, only with the light off and she would always pull her pyjamas back on as soon as he had finished and rolled off her.
With Nathan now in full flow, Sophie had reached her breaking point. For one thing, she couldn’t stand to spend the rest of the day listening to him or have him try to turn their little protest group into the Fairelow University Nudist Society. For another, if she didn’t make her escape now, she was going to reach a different kind of breaking point and find herself in a full flow of her own. Her father would understand. She had done her bit for the cause now and he would never expect her to publicly wet her pants and humiliate herself, no matter what the sentimental value of the tree. As soon as she could get a word in, she decided, she would ask to be unchained and would make a beeline for the nearest toilet. For now though, Nathan was showing no sign of letting up.
“I wish more people thought like you do, Sophie. The world would be a much better place.”
Lauren couldn’t believe it. Sophie, that lying bitch, had somehow convinced Nathan that she was some kind of Bohemian who only bothered with clothing to avoid arrest. Lauren was fully aware that this wasn’t the case. They both attended the same spin class at the gym, three times a week.
Usually, they would both go back to their accommodation to shower afterwards, but every fortnight, their timetable didn’t give them enough breathing room before their next lecture, so they were forced to shower at the gym, an arrangement with which Sophie was very obviously uncomfortable. She kept her knickers on the whole time she was in the communal shower, only removing them for the shortest time possible, in the changing area, while she dried between her legs, before replacing them with a dry pair. Lauren thought that she would probably be uncomfortable being naked too, if she had Sophie’s big Japanese bush and, like Sophie, had no tits to speak of.
Lauren didn’t think Sophie was actually Japanese, but she definitely had some Asian heritage. Even so, any time Sophie was careless enough to leave her crotch briefly uncovered, or any time she wore white underwear, (which she still kept on in the shower, despite the fact that they went instantly transparent under the running water,) Lauren couldn’t help herself. She saw all that thick, dark hair and immediately thought of the pixelated vaginas from the Japanese pornos her ex had cajoled her into watching with him.
Lauren knew what Sophie was up to. Sophie had seeded the idea of and now, her big Japanese bush and tiny breasts were wandering around, stark naked, inside Nathan’s imagination. And it was all based on a lie! Sophie wouldn’t even willingly get naked in the privacy of the changing rooms. Lauren was the one who had gone topless last year on a girls’ holiday to Ibiza, had gone skinny dipping on Fairelow beach during Freshers’ Week and had stripped off for the hockey team’s charity calendar with only strategically placed sports equipment to cover herself. By rights, it should be her boobs, jiggling in front of Nathan’s mind’s eye. It should be her own big Japanese bush, gyrating sensuously. Or rather, as she was a white girl who waxed religiously, her own hairless pussy.
It was bad enough that Lauren was no longer confident that she could outlast Sophie in the silent battle not to be the one to end the protest for a bathroom trip, but now Sophie was apparently ahead in the battle for Nathan’s romantic attention. Something had to be done.
“I’d just walk around naked all the time if I could. If it wasn’t so cold. I think everyone should.”
She was quite pleased with that. Now she had planted the idea of her naked body in Nathan’s mind and had convinced him of her own liberal, bohemian mindset. Good work. After a moment, she added,
“You know, unless they’re fat and gross.”
Laughter erupted from Sophie. She couldn’t help herself. As always, Lauren had known exactly the right thing to say to crack her up. Oh God, she was so funny! Oh God, she was hilarious.
Oh God…
A droplet of pee escaped.
Another.
Sophie stopped laughing instantly, but it was too late.
A dribble.
Another.
She slammed her hands into her crotch.
A spurt.
Another.
She heard herself whisper, “No, no, no!”
A trickle.
Another.
She felt their eyes all fix on her as the crotch of her jeans began to darken around her hands. There was no disguising what had happened. Not this time.
A stream.
A river.
A torrent.
And then it was done. As the others looked on, Sophie straightened, unsure what to do with her hands, which were now dripping with pee. She settled for wiping them on the denim of her jeans, by her hips, which were still dry, unlike the back and inside of her legs, which were completely saturated. A dark stain stretched down, like a shadow, from her crotch down to a puddle beneath her feet. She became aware that even her socks were sodden and she had to resist the urge to kick off her shoes and rid herself of the liquid which had pooled inside them. Feeling tears begin to fall, but not wanting to touch her face with her still pee-damp hands, she was forced to use her wrists to dry her eyes.
She had suffered from more than her fair share of accidents before, of course, sometimes quite publicly, but that didn’t help ease the shame. Unfortunately for Sophie and ultimately for Lauren as well, the ordeal was not over yet. |
3.
Sophie had pissed in her pants. As far as Lauren was concerned, this couldn’t be more perfect. She’d been hoping that Sophie would have to call a halt to the protest in order to go to the bathroom and that this would give Lauren the chance to take care of her own toilet needs without taking the blame for the aforementioned halting of the aforementioned protest. She’d never dreamed that things would take this particular turn for the better. Now, not only would they have to unchain themselves from the tree so that Sophie could go and clean up, meaning that Lauren would be able to escape and relieve herself, but this whole incident had surely taken Sophie right out of the picture when it came to the battle for Nathan’s affections. He would be angry with Sophie for effectively condemning the tree to being cut down and he would surely no longer be attracted to her, now that he had seen her like this, legs streaked with piss, eyes and cheeks both red and sticky with tears.
But wait, what was going on?
“Wow, Sophie. I think it’s really commendable that you would be so committed.”
What the hell? Nathan actually seemed to be pleased with Sophie for pissing herself, as though she’d made a conscious decision to do that rather than stop the protest. Was he trying to make her feel better, or was he just completely oblivious? It was quite clear to see from the state of her that she’d had no intention of sacrificing her trousers and dignity to the cause. Lauren was certain that she had to step in immediately to stop this whole thing being spun into a kind of noble bladder-based heroism, instead of the utter humiliation this sort of thing was supposed to represent.
Even worse, Lauren’s own need was getting more pressing by the moment and she wasn’t about to stand by and let Sophie’s display set a precedent for what was expected of her. She had her excuse to get out of here and damn it, she was going to make the most of it.
“For goodness’s sake guys, don’t be ridiculous. She’s wet herself. She’s humiliated. It was an accident. The last thing she needs is for you to act like she did it on purpose and guilt trip her into staying out here, covered in pee, so that everyone on campus can point and laugh at the girl who pissed her pants. Unlock the chain and let’s get out of here so that Sophie can have a shower, put some clean undies on and have a proper cry in the privacy of her own bedroom.”
Sophie could have kissed Lauren at that moment. How on Earth could that moron Nathan be so tone deaf as to think that she’d deliberately soaked her jeans in full view of the entire university? Oh god, he was talking again!
“Sophie, you want to carry on with the protest, right? You don’t want to go home? I mean, I’m sure you didn’t exactly plan to pee yourself, but it was a choice between giving up on the whole thing or… y’know… this… so you took one for the team, right? Right?
“I…”
Now Sophie was torn. On the one hand, she had no desire to stay out here in here wet, rapidly cooling jeans, giving more people the chance to see her shame. On the other hand, news travelled fast on campus. Even if she got home without any more people seeing her and her peed-in-trousers, she was probably doomed to be known as “that girl who peed her pants while chained to a tree” for as long as she was at the university. Nothing was going to change that now. Wouldn’t it be better if people thought it was on her own terms?
“This is insane. Just admit you pissed yourself by accident and let’s go home. Do you know how mental you’ll look if people think you did this on purpose?”
Jesus, Lauren was right. It was one thing to have everyone know she’d wet her pants. Anyone could have an accident. If people thought it wasn’t an accident, they’d think she was a lunatic. She had to ‘fess up. Besides, it hadn’t been her main concern when she was trying in vain not to pee, but she was now increasingly aware that, while her bladder was empty, she did still need to use the toilet.
“It was an accident. I had an accident in my pants, ok? Can we just go?”
“Ok, ok, it was an accident, but look, the damage is done now, right? You can’t un-pee your pants. It might as well have been worth it!”
“No, Nathan, I just want to get out of here before anyone else sees. Please, just unchain us.”
For a moment, there came no reply from Nathan. Lauren chimed in again.
“Come on Nathan, let’s just go. I need to go to the loo as well and there’s no way I’m hanging around here until I piss my pants too. Let’s go. Sophie can go home and get out of her pissed in clothes and the rest of us can go and get pissed.”
Again, Nathan didn’t respond. Sophie pressed him.
“Nathan?”
“Well, the thing is…”
“What?!” erupted both girls as he trailed off.
“I kind of… threw the key away.”
There was a kind of stunned silence as the girls took in what Nathan had said. Finally, Lauren spoke up.
“So what are we going to do? Stay here forever? Just stand around waiting in pissy jeans until… with Sophie in her pissy jeans until… Until what?”
Wait a minute. Had Sophie heard that right? Before she’d corrected herself, the way Lauren had spoken made it sound as though Sophie’s jeans weren’t the only ones which were wet. Had she simply misspoken, or was Lauren concealing an accident of her own? Under normal circumstances, Sophie would never wish that on anyone, least of all Lauren, but part of her couldn’t help wanting it to be true. She tried, as discretely as possible, to get a look at the crotch of Lauren’s jeans. There was no tell-tale puddle beneath her feet, but…
Was that a shadow on Lauren’s leg, or an incriminating damp patch?
“Lauren, have you…?”
Sophie caught herself before finishing the question. If Lauren had wet her own pants, Sophie wouldn’t be the one to draw attention to it, even if it would take some of the attention off her. She returned to her silent shame.
Lauren hadn’t wet herself. Yet. She could no longer see how she could get out of this predicament with dry trousers. Her only hope, as far as she could see, was that the workmen might return and use their power tools to free her and the others from the tree, but there had been no sign of them since they had walked away and Lauren knew that she could be just moments from disaster.
She had considered trying to let out just enough pee to relieve some pressure, but only briefly. Perhaps she would be able to retain enough control to create just a small damp patch, unnoticeable to anyone else, or at least concealable. In reality though, she knew it wouldn’t work.
She’d made that mistake before, once, at the cinema with her friends. Watching the movie version of Into The Woods, she had over-indulged on pop and found herself desperate to piss. With the fairy-tale stories apparently approaching their conclusion, Lauren had not wanted to go to the bathroom and risk missing the ending and so had tried to “take the edge off” by letting out a small amount. Just, she had hoped, enough to help her hold the rest but not, she had hoped, enough to do any more damage than leaving her with some slightly damp knickers.
What had actually happened though, was that she had emptied the entire contents of her bladder into the cushion of the seat and sat, soaked and mortified, through the rest of the film, which, it had turned out, still had a significant amount of running time left. She’d gotten away with it, kind of, by making a big show of spilling the remains of her drink over herself as she stood up at the end of the film.
In retrospect, she should have known, even then, that trying to release some of the pressure was a technique destined to fail. On some of the relatively rare (she liked to think) occasions when she had wet her bed while sober, she had started to piss in her sleep and been completely unable to stop the stream when she woke up. Invariably, she would end up having to clean not only her bedsheets, but also the floor on the route between her bed and the toilet.
Now, chained to the tree, Lauren was making no attempt to hide the fact that she was in dire straits. Desperation had become outright despair and she couldn’t see any way out of the predicament which didn’t end with a long, wet walk across campus back to her room.
A slow realisation was dawning on Sophie. Lauren was about to pee her pants. She was about to wet herself, and as far as Sophie could tell, she was going to do it on purpose to make Sophie feel better about her accident. It seemed obvious to Sophie that Lauren had made the decision as soon as she had found out that the key to the lock was gone. That was the reason for her slip of the tongue earlier, the reason for her ostentatious display now. What had Sophie done to deserve a friend as kind, as lovely, as Lauren? She couldn’t let such a good friend be humiliated on her account.
“Lauren, you don’t have to…”
But it was too late. There was a hissing sound and a dark, wet shape blossomed from the crotch of Lauren’s jeans, making its way down the inside of her legs and escaping in the form of a puddle at her feet. |
4.
In the time which had passed since Lauren had pissed in her pants, a number of things had happened, and none of them had done anything but deepen her misery.
Firstly, passers-by, who had, in the early part of the day, paid little to no attention to the protest, now seemed to be gawking in slack-jawed astonishment at the group who were chained to the tree.
Secondly, Scott’s friend from the Fairelowe Courier newspaper had arrived. He had spoken to the group about the protest to get information and some quotes, which Nathan had been all too keen to give. To Lauren’s great dismay, the reporter was quick to focus his questions on the subject of the wet jeans sported by the female members of the group, asking about whether there was some greater symbolic message behind the dampened trousers. Nathan had immediately explained that no, there had been nothing like that planned and that the girls had both simply had accidents, independently of one another. Despite Lauren and Sophie’s protestations, photographs had been taken to accompany whatever article would eventually be produced. All Lauren could hope was that the Fairelowe Courier, with its tiny circulation and old-fashioned methods, did not have a website or any social media presence. She was certain that nobody at the university would read the print edition.
Finally, and worst of all, she needed to take a crap. Badly. Whether it was the stress of the situation doing funny things to her stomach, or the pressure being put on her body by the chain fastened tightly around them all, Lauren was experiencing some significant intestinal distress. By now, the group had made calls to university management in an effort to get somebody to come and cut them loose, but, perhaps unsurprisingly, nobody had been in too much of a hurry to come and help the group of students who had scuppered the planned building works. Lauren now found herself repeatedly imagining the embarrassment of soiling herself here in the square, her anxiety increasing with each visualised accident. She felt as though she was locked in a downward spiral. Each time she thought about crapping herself, she became more stressed out and as she became more stressed, the physical situation felt worse.
Perhaps she wouldn’t have felt so panicked if she hadn’t been so easily able to imagine a worry-related emergency, but unfortunately, the whole thing felt eerily familiar. When she had first moved to Fairelowe, when she started uni, she had, like most new students, been anxious about what university life might have in store for her. Unfortunately for her, this anxiety had manifested, en route, in an urgent need to empty her bowels. Each mile without a rest stop in sight had gradually piled worry on top of worry. Her anxiety at the thought of not fitting in and not doing well on her course gradually became an anxiety at the thought of arriving at her halls of residence with messy underwear. Finally, her step-dad had been able to pull into a petrol station and she had darted out of the car almost before it had stopped moving, only to lose control on the forecourt, completely filling her pants and ruining the cute playsuit she had been wearing. When she opened the door of the petrol station to look for a bathroom in which to clean up, the owner had taken one look at the state of her and refused her entry. He had directed her instead to a hose around the side of the building, where she’d had to strip off and wash herself in full view of the road, not to mention her step dad and teenage step brother who were waiting for her in the car with her mum.
Maybe, maybe Lauren could survive having pissed her pants without becoming a complete social outcast. She knew that other girls on the hockey team had dampened their knickers and lived to tell the tale. One had pissed all over herself during the team’s “onesie bar crawl social,” when the zipper of her onesie had got stuck. When another member of the team had half-confessed, half-bragged about getting so drunk that she’d soaked the bed of her one-night stand while she was sleeping and snuck out the next morning without saying a word to him, Lauren had laughed along, keeping quiet about her own occasional wet wake-ups. One of the girls had even pissed her shorts on the hockey field after over stretching while trying to stop a goal. They’d all been mocked pretty relentlessly afterwards, but eventually people had stopped bringing the incidents up so much.
But if Lauren shat herself? That would be unthinkably humiliating. If she didn’t drop out in disgrace, people would still be going on about it at graduation. The hockey team would almost certainly name an annual award after her and she’d go down in infamy, with every new crop of players being told the story of her messing her pants while chained to this bloody stupid fucking tree.
She couldn’t let that happen. Even after what had already happened today, and knowing that her chances of getting with Nathan must be long gone, she hated the thought of admitting that she was on the verge of crapping herself, but there wasn’t much choice left.
“Nathan, look, I know you said that you’d thrown the key away, but please, if you still have it, or if you know where it is, or if there’s a spare somewhere, please, please do something to get us out of here. The workmen have gone. They’re not going to cut the tree down today. We’ve won. We can’t stay here forever. I want to go and clean up… and… I really need the toilet.”
“Nobody will even be able to tell if you just pee yourself some more,” Mike-with-the-hat interjected, displaying the level of sensitivity Lauren had grown to expect from rugby players like him.
“No, Mike, I need a bathroom. I don’t… I need… I’m about to… I…”
“Mike, I think she needs to poo…”
As soon as the words had passed her lips, Sophie couldn’t believe what she had said. At some point, she had become aware of the idea that “girls don’t poo” and ever since, she’d been fastidious about trying to maintain that illusion. She knew it was ridiculous, and she also knew that boys didn’t honestly think it was true, but even so, she found herself mortified at the thought of anybody knowing she had anything going on in her bowels. Any time she was in public and needed to wee, she was sure to be as quick as humanly possible, to leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that that was all she was up to. If she ever needed to poo, she’d either find another excuse to separate from any companions for long enough that she could do the deed in secret, or she would say her goodbyes and make her way home, although a couple of recent disasters had made her wary of trying to hold on too long.
This summer, after the end of her first year of uni, Sophie and some of her friends from home had arranged a catch up in the nearest large town to the village where she lived. After a few hours of mooching around shops and sitting in coffee shops and pubs, she’d felt a stirring in her stomach and decided it was time to call it a day and head home in the car she’d borrowed from her father. Halfway home, traffic had reached a standstill in the wake of a collision, and by the time the debris had been cleared, Sophie was facing an uphill struggle to keep her knickers clean.
In the summer heat, she’d been wearing uncharacteristically small shorts and had found herself fretting over whether, if she couldn’t hold it and ended up soiling herself, her shorts would contain the mess or if she would have to confess to her father that she had pooed all over the driver’s seat of his Audi. Miraculously, by the time she pulled the car onto the drive, her pants had been unsullied, save for a couple of dribbles of wee. It wasn’t ideal, but no worse than she might have expected if she’d had a sneezing fit or heard a particularly funny joke. The seat had been almost entirely dry and unless anyone looked extremely closely, they’d have thought her shorts were too. She’d made it to the porch, through the front door and into the hallway. By the time she reached the top of the stairs, however, the jolts to her abdomen which came with each step had started to take their toll on her knickers. They were now rather more noticeably damp and she was quite certain that she was literally touching cloth. Despite this, and despite the trickle of pee slowly making its way down her leg, the situation and her underwear had been salvageable. That is, they’d been salvageable until she’d reached for the bathroom door handle. Before she could grasp it, the door had swung inwards, to reveal her father on the other side of the door. Whether it had been the surprise, or whether she’d simply reached the end of her resolve, she couldn’t have said, but before she knew it, she had completely emptied herself into her underwear.
That feeling of humiliation as she stood there in front of her father, with lumps of poo escaping through the leg holes of her overfilled knickers and sliding down her already soaked legs was not one that she was going to forget in a hurry, but it still hadn’t been enough for her to get over her desire to keep the workings of her bowels a secret. Neither had a further pants-pooing incident, mercifully unwitnessed, which had taken place a couple of months ago after a rare night spent in her then-boyfriend’s bed. She had woken up early, a little worse-for-wear, following a night out. Needing badly to use the bathroom, but absolutely not willing to use the en-suite in her boyfriend’s room, she had excused herself and, wearing the nice dress she had gone out in and still with the remains of her make up from the previous night on her face, set off home at a march, only to poo her pants a little over half way there. What a state she would have looked, had anyone been there to see her, as her walk of shame became a waddle of shame, the back of her dress bulging out further with each step as she continued to mess her knickers.
So, it was not, for Sophie, a small thing to have blurted out in front of the group that Lauren needed to poo. If Lauren needed to poo, then girls did sometimes poo and by extension Sophie did sometimes poo and what a ridiculous thing it was for Sophie to care that people knew that, when really, obviously they knew already deep down and she was already standing in peed in trousers and so how much lower could their opinion of her get anyway but she still couldn’t believe she’d said it anyway but she had because it was for Lauren, Lauren-who’d-peed-her-pants-for Sophie and now she’d said it and itwasgoingtogetevenworsebecauseshewasabouttosay
“I think she needs to poo… and so do I.” |
CHAPTER ONE
- Alice, repeat what I said? - the voice of the teacher wrenched from her thoughts a seventeen-year-old dark-haired and a hazel-eyed student.
Alice looked at the desk standing under the blackboard. However, her eyes were still "unconscious" and she was shifting in her chair. The teacher looked disapprovingly at one of her best students. Only because Alice had only the best grades, she did not let her come to the board. Meanwhile, Alice fought a weakness she had never felt in her life before.
Alice Dabrowsky, because that is what our heroine is called, she had one quirk. She hated school toilets. She just could not pee in the school. She went to the bathroom during "difficult days" and only when she had no other choice. She always left her physiological needs home. That day, however, she apparently exaggerated with drinks. During the long break she drank almost a liter of still water and now, during the last lesson, she felt as if all the fluid was going to come out of it. If it were not that she never went to the ladies to pee, she might ask the teacher for permission to leave, and now ... she had to wait for the bell, thankfully - the last one that day. It was an extraordinary circumstance because the class had two more Polish lessons in the plan, but the teacher had an accident the previous day and broke his leg. Before the replacements were organized, the management had to cancel all lessons with this professor.
"Phew, how happy. If I had to sit two more Poles, I would probably peed myself" thought Alice.
And it was these thoughts that caused her to drift away and expose herself to a geography teacher. Fortunately, she did not have to get up ...
Meanwhile, the lesson slowly - too slowly, she thought - was heading to the end. The girl had no intention of wasting time. As soon as the bell sounded, she intended to grab her things and leave the school. She had plans for the afternoon, and an additional hour and a half helped greatly in their implementation. All you had to do was go home, leave things and ... leave.
The Greeks said that to go a mile, first you have to go half a mile, and to do it, first you have to beat a quarter and so on. Alice has not listened to the lecture for a while yet only counted the minutes to the bell. And the longer she counted, the slower the time flowed, and her bladder filled more and more.
By the end of the lesson, it was still about 15 minutes, when Lena suddenly rose from the next bench - one of Alicia's closest friends. She approached the teacher and she nodded. Lena left the classroom.
"She went to pee," thought Alice, and squeezed her thighs. This has not been yet! She has to clench her legs so that we do not pee. She is not a little girl. Never since she remembered had she had wet pants. She remembered how many times in kindergarten and primary school she had seen, or heard someone pee in panties. Probably none of her friends could say the same thing to Alice. Until today...
Lena returned after 2 minutes. By the end of the lesson she was getting closer and closer, and Al felt that she would not last long. The bell is a few minutes, ok - that's all it can do, but then it will be half an hour to come home ... Even the iron bladder, as she thought about herself, cannot stand it. However, Alice did not do much of the signals sent to her by the body. She believed all the time that she would never, ever - ever pee in underpants.
The teacher finished lecturing the subject of the lesson and allowed the students to pack things. The bell was to be called in 3 minutes. Alice waited like a sprinter in blocks. Finally…
The rattle of the bell sounded like the most joyful melody. Alice - as she assumed - grabbed a bag of books and was one of the first at the door. She ran out into the corridor without looking back. She did not even hear that Anne - her best friend, with whom she shared the bench from the junior high - was calling for her to wait. After all, they were walking in the same direction, going home with the same tram and switching to the same bus. Finally, they lived in neighboring blocks. Alice did not wait for her friend this time. She ran like crazy to the tram stop just to see the red lights of the departing car in front of her.
"Fuck" - she cursed in her mind and at the same time she felt a contraction in the bottom of her stomach. She looked at the timetable display. The next tram was supposed to be in twenty minutes. Alice did not intend to stand that much. She walked to the side where she should go. About two kilometers later there was a bus stop from where you could catch a bus towards the house. Alice managed to forget for a time that she really wanted to pee.
It turned out that she had luck on that day (two canceled lessons) and misfortune. When it reached the bus stop - the bus was leaving it. Now Alice knew she had a problem. If she decided to go on foot, the road would have taken her for over half an hour. The next bus was supposed to be in 20 minutes, which meant that the house would be in ... half an hour.
"However you did not turn, ass is always behind" - she thought.
At that moment she realized how much she needed to pee. She started to shuffle from one foot to the other, cross her legs, lean forward, and crouched down. Nothing helped. The need grew and Alice knew now that she had to come up with something.
"I have only two options, and none of them is out of the question," she thought.
Indeed: she could go to McDonald's, which was a few dozen meters from the bus stop, or... let it go in trousers. The first solution involved going to the public toilet. Admittedly, Alice was not entirely sure if her aversion to this type of bathrooms concerns everyone to whom foreign strangers go, or only the ones at school, but when she wondered more deeply about it, she came to the conclusion that, however, in McD’s, he did not get any better either. So what? Go in fucking panties?
The answer came quickly. Alice’s next contraction was not as strong anymore and she suddenly felt herself getting hot. Although the traffic in the city was considerable, and the cars were making noise as usual, she had the impression that she could hear the noise of her own urine flowing into her panties, and then through the trousers on the pavement. It lasted a long time. Alice did not even try to stop the flood. She realized that it did not make sense. Panties and pants were already wet, her reputation in the event someone saw her - ruined, and if she fought with the inevitable, she would still need to pee ... She was one happy that she did not wait for Anne. In the meantime, the bus finally arrived.
Alice, as she calculated, after a half-hour trip she found herself at the door of the house. She put the key in the lock and, to her surprise, she understood that the door was open. It meant only one thing: mom is at home !!!
Edited December 11, 2017 by Manowar
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(Once Again, I present a story staring Kanna from Wetter's Story. Once again, I choose to focus on a "What if" scenario, in which the character is subject to an urgency in her bowels, as opposed to the more wetting based focus of the game. Thoughts and critiques are appreciated.)
The Unyielding Door
Kanna Alexa led the walk back from the underground cavern, her blond curls bobbing, her dress fluttering with her rigid steps. Her eyes were fixated forward, Dorm B, home to the seniors, was just over the bridge. The way was clear of creatures, and her bowels were pressing with urgency. Her left hand clutched her staff, palms sweaty as her right rubbed on her stomach. Everything inside her felt heavy, every step bringing a rising and falling pressure radiating down. Sweat mingled on her brow as her steps pattered on the bridge. Yet she was a daughter of the Alexa family. Such a need was beneath her. She would not suffer any indignity, she would show the resolve earned of an honor student’s reputation. She would make it.
“Ah…ahhh…almost…home!” Chiffon blurted out, both of her hands jumping down to her crotch, the accident prone magician suddenly abandoning all pretense of self-control in favor of a childish potty dance, her movements betraying a great need. In truth, it had been a while for since any of them took care of their needs. The caverns had proven insidious, and it was no secret that Mint-Sensei’s plan for the island involved the humiliation of each girl for failing to heed their body’s need. Kanna found her voice, chiding Chiffon “You will wait, and you will not give Mint the satisfaction.” Her voice harsh and cold, more of a mantra to herself over a command to Chiffon.
Their two companions looked to themselves. Mati had read Kanna’s body language since they left the cave. The rigid movements. The silence, the cold determination. Kanna only got this way under two circumstances, when fighting a difficult enemy, or fighting the needs of her body. The honor student continued the walk forward, breathing in as she opened the door to the dorm. She shot a look over her shoulder to the desperate mage behind her, a cold, menacing glare. It’s intent was easy, the closest bathroom is mine. With single minded determination, Kanna took determined steps towards the closer bathroom. Whining and stamping in desperation, Chiffon tore past her, down the hall towards the farther bathroom as Mati and Firie moved to the rooms, murmuring something about a “change for the little one” which only served to bring a blush to the grade skipper’s cheeks. Kanna didn’t hear any of them as she finally reached her destination, her stomach descending and a near unbearable pressure tore at her gut, the result of being so close to relief. She grasped the cold metal of the door handle, and it remained fixed in place, locked.
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Firie held her staff up high, the orb letting a luminescent light out to brighten the dark halls of the cavern corridor. The girls all clustered around it, their cautious steps echoing off the walls as they continued their search. Firie found her voice first. “Are we sure Mint-Sensei’s lab is down this way?” she asked, her fear obvious in her voice’s warbling quivers. The others did not answer. In truth, they were starting to all suspect the trap that Firie was vocalizing. Mint surely would not allow her lab to be unguarded. They had walked for such a long time, moving deeper underground, and had yet to encounter so much as a simple ooze, let alone a creature with murderous intent. “We will only find out if we press on, besides, we are ready for anything!” Mati let out a boisterous call, her voice echoing off the walls even louder than their steps. Any pretense of stealth not already ruined by their footfalls eroded at that moment. Kanna shot her a sharp glare, causing the senior to chuckle and rub the back of her head in apology, a bead of sweat dripping. In truth, Kanna’s normally short patience was getting shorter. Ever since her capture by Mint, she had wanted nothing more than to wrap her hands around the teacher’s neck, and subject her to the same torture she had experienced. Any clue, no matter how small, would be worth any work, any trial.
The group pressed on, walking down more twists and turns. Firie’s walk became slightly erratic after a while. She even stopped suddenly, pretending to shine her lighted staff on the wall, claiming she saw some weird runes. The others humored her as she stood, her legs slightly apart, and they all pretended not to hear the soft hiss coming from her, or see the red aura creeping down her cheeks. Least of all Chiffon, who had begun to bite her lip, and even was about to open her mouth when they came upon an open cavern, a large flood light falling on a podium at its center. “This must be it” Kanna stated briskly walking forward to examine the podium. It housed a lone panel, with crystal conduits. Her brow furrowed as she examined, the gears in her mind turning. It was a puzzle, something about conduits and magical flux. Wordlessly, she began to move the crystals, connecting sources to conduits and creating a chain. Chiffon finally spoke up “Kanna-chan, are you sure we should?” she started ask, the group leaning over Kanna’s shoulder as she completed the magical circuit. The cavern suddenly yawned with magical release, a shock running up Kanna’s hand where the magic touched her. Movement jumped into being at the mouth of the cave, rock moving of its own accord to seal the entrance.
Firie yelped out in terror, Mati cursed, Chiffon ran to the entrance, trying to find an exit in the quickly filling doorway, and Mint-Sensei’s voice flooded the chamber as the magic continued to pour into the cavern. “It would be you Kanna, always too quick to prove herself against a challenge.” The voice, distant and hallow chided her. She wanted to scream, yet Mint continued “Do not bother, I have no desire to hear last your words. Know that you all will die in here. This cavern is home to a pack of Earth Elementals who were slaved to my will long ago. But do know, my dear Kanna that this chamber will act just like your last trapping. Well, with a small twist, and a this time, your friends will be there to see everything…” The voice faded as Kanna felt the magic end, but something remained. She felt, wrong, she felt heavy, she felt….her eyes widened as she felt her bowels kick and stir to life. Time slowed as she realized the depth of the gauntlet Mint had thrown for her. She would be trapped in this room, forever. And, if the last curse was to be any indication, she would be moving her bowels until she died of malnutrition, her friends helpless to watch her shame before they too would wither. Her hands clenched around her staff, threatening to break the wooden implement when the sound of loud crashes broke through her mental haze. Chiffon held her staff high, magic condensing into a dense force at the tip as she hammered at the stone slab trapping them in. It would not even chip. Firie screamed in despair. “The stone is unyielding!”
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Kanna quivered, cemented in that spot, in that moment as the door knob, and the door itself, would not move. She could feel it, her urgency growing tenfold as the promise of relief was denied. The honor student could feel her hole threatening to yawn, begging her to give in to the need, the urge. It would be so simple. Just stop resisting. She wouldn’t even have to push. Mint’s magic had made sure of that. If she simply stopped, it would come out, slowly, but surely, inch by inch, until it caught the seat of her satin panties. Her eyes widened as she could feel it doing just that, the tip of the monster within her touching down into the seat of her pure white panties. Allowing her mind to waver had started a disaster. Kanna allowed herself a moan of desperation, willing the beast back, making it retreat, her body screamed in pain as the act of willpower went against all desires of her flesh. She could not wait, not for this door. No sound was coming from the person inside, but she knew her body could not wait for them to yield the facility. “The other door…quickly”. She commanded to herself, turning on her heal to start the desperate march down the hall.
Sweat was washing all over her body, leaving her in a cold shiver as her need pulsed against her bottom with each step. She could not register the hallway, the distance, anything, not even the girl walking the other way, shaking off her recently washed hands. It took what felt like hours, but her small, forceful steps brought her to the bathroom door. Her heart was already sinking before she even touched the handle. From behind the oaken barrier, she could hear the desperate moan of relief, and the torrent of an overfilled bladder releasing into a toilet, barely on time. It appeared Chiffon had made it, and Kanna had once again encountered another unyielding barrier.
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They each had taken a turn at the barrier, Mati hammering with a demon possessed hammer taken from the Kiko tribes. Firie tried to cut her way through with holy magic, calling upon a fine light that had helped then rend flesh from dying bone. Chiffon had exhausted her stores hammering with her magic infused blade, and Kanna’s fireballs were doing nothing. With an earth elemental fortifying the slab, the barrier had proven to be unyielding.
Kanna had taken a seat by the crystal circuit. The trap had been so obvious. What she hoped would open a pathway to answers was simply a trap, designed to seal her in a familiar hell. Already, she could feel Mint’s sinister magic, stirring her insides. It felt as if her metabolism was in overdrive, similar to the previous trap. Only this time, instead of her bladder filling to bursting, it was her bowels slowly filling with need. She knew how it would go. Just like before, she would be forced to foul herself, again and again. Her anger giving way to shame, filling Mint’s machine with the potent magic of her emotions as she and her friends slowly died. It would be a shameful end, one leaving her alone, forgotten, and reliving the most shameful fate over and over and over.
The thought washed over her. She was the heir to the Alexa family. The highest graded student at the academy in decades, nay centuries. Her fate was to be illustrious, prestigious, without comparison. Yet, Mint had robbed her of that bright future. Despite all of her work, all of her talent, all of her innate skill, her fate on this world would be to endlessly fill her panties, being nothing more than a battery of shame.
“No…NO!” Kanna rose, pushing aside the growing need in her bowels. She could not be distracted, not by such a petty need. She could only allow herself to feel one thing. Anger. Anger at Mint’s arrogance, anger at her past shame, anger at her fate. She would not allow it. She could not allow it. The tsundere’s eyes burned with an intense fire, the very flames of her fury channeling down her staff. She pointed it at the slab, commanding that her will be made manifest.
The others stared, hiding behind the pillar as the light of an inferno filled the cavern, and the very air vaporizing as the first bolt of flame erupted from the tip of her staff. A blistering gust rushed to fill the vacuum of burning air as her bolts of rage blasted against the slab. For the first time, cracks appeared in the unyielding stone, only to be filled in by fresh stone from the elemental, straining to keep the barrier alive. A guttural cry came from Kanna’s throat as she pushed her staff further, willing more heat, willing more flame, willing the very fires of an inferno into the slab. The cracks returned, molten slag falling from the stone, and then, it cracked. The tsundere fell to her knees, the hellfire from her staff fading as the elemental prison keeper burned, the slab of his unyielding defense finally yielding. Her head was heavy with exhaustion, and Kanna could feel a sudden lurch in her stomach as Mint’s magic left, leaving her with just a heavy urge. A small hand was on her shoulder. “Kanna-chan, you did it!” Firie yelped in childish delight. The way was clear.
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Sadly, the barrier before Kanna could not be blown away like the granite and quartz of the evil earth elemental. The plain, oaken door, held closed by a simple lock, might as well have been rendered indestructible due to the unshaking powers that social mores held over a noble such as Kanna. Even on the precipice of using her panties as a toilet, Kanna would not violate the social rules. One in line must wait their turn, not matter how dire their need.
It was much too late to turn back. Kanna’s feet had rooted to the hard floor as she stared at the door, hearing Chiffon releasing the flood gates of her desperate bladder. Turning back, or making a dash for the nurse’s would certainly only bring her quicker shame.
“Chiffon…I beg of you…” she finally allowed herself to admit it. That she was in need, in desperate, dire need. “Please…hurry” she said, doubled over, trying to find any position that would ease the anger in her bowels. The sound of urine pittering into water was slowing, and Chiffon’s surprised voice yelped in embarrassment. “Hold on Kanna-chan…I am hurrying”. She implored, trying to finish with her own desperate task as Kanna’s willpower slipped, inch by inch. The honor student was nearing the end of her rope. She desperately yearned to destroy the unyielding door that kept her from the icon of relief. It would be so easy, taking not even an ounce of her power, especially in comparison to the stone slab. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t break it. She wouldn’t break it. She had to hold it. She couldn’t hold it.
“Please…Please…Please….Chiffon” she begged as she heard the sound of the toilet flushing, her companion finally finishing with the task of releasing her waters, just as Kanna started the task of releasing her bowels. With the roar of the toilet, Kanna found herself overwhelmed, her hole yawning once again, finally finding the end of her willpower. A hearty groan of desperate relief broke past her lips as Kanna forced herself into a squat, lifting her skirt high, clutching it close as she tried to will her body to hold in. But all it served to do was expose her snow white panties to the world.
The beast within her descended out slowly, her panties dimpling out slowly as she took labored breaths, once again trying to force it back. Yet she was incapable, her body had chosen its path. The price for her desire to maintain dignity would be the very dignity she sought to protect. The tsundere groaned again as her mess began to pick up in tempo, snaking out with a shameful crackle as the mess began to pile upon itself, her panties slowly changing form and color. Whether her body simply had given up all pretense, or she was willingly pushing along the urge in her bowel to spare herself the pain was beyond her. It didn’t even matter anyway, Kanna, mere feet from the toilet, was pooping her panties. She didn’t look up from the busy business of filling her panties when the door opened. She didn’t stop grunting, redfaced as the mass mushed on her shapely cheeks, and began to push up into the small of her back right under the waistband of her panties. Kanna only looked up when she was finished going potty in her pants, just in time to see the flabbergasted look of her companion. Sure, Kanna had seen Chiffon pee her pants and bed a multitude of times, and Chiffon even had the honor of seeing Kanna do the same. But neither of them had done a shameful deed of this magnitude in front of each other. “Kanna-chan…” Chiffon started to say as Kanna closed her eyes, fighting back a shameful tear as she let out one final grunt, a rude, squishing sound coming from her rear as she dropped her skirt, the back of it extended out, and a shameful bulge of her body’s waste dipping below the hemline. Mint-sensei had won again.
Edited December 12, 2017 by Darth_Thorin
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CHAPTER 2: Short Shorts Sneaky Sink
I can really only pull this one off from about June until late August, maybe early September, depending on the weather. It has to be hot out. Like teeny tiny short shorts kinda hot.
The day in question was an early August afternoon. I’d been out running errands all morning, sipping on iced tea along the way. While I am in love with tea in all forms, it does have a tendency to find its way through me at great speeds. And this day was no exception.
FACT: I refuse to use public restrooms unless I’m specifically attempting to accomplish something (listening to a convo, seeing what I can get away with, etc.). I will (and have) literally run outside to wet myself behind a car or bush before using the public restroom at a store.
Needless to say, I was quite ready to head to the backyard when I got home, (remember, I also avoid toilets in general), pop a squat under the deck and let this torrent loose.
Naturally, however, the ONE neighbor we can actually see from our house was home and out and about in the yard. Nope, going under the deck wasn’t an option. Time to find somewhere inside. And quite quickly as I could already feel my inner thigh area becoming a little more damp than previously noted.
As I opened the garage to head in, my heart sank to the middle of my bladder - my dear brother’s car sat staring back at me. “No way can I be having this kind of luck today” I thought to myself, heading in.
Sure enough, I barely got through the door before hearing one of his video games blaring from upstairs.
Living in a Raised Ranch style home, we have 2 bathrooms upstairs, but not even a sink downstairs.
1 of those bathrooms belonged exclusively (and I mean ECLUSIVELY) to my parents. I remember once, a couple years ago, my brother went in there to shower when I was in the other bathroom and he was grounded with a capital G for what felt like absolutely forever.
The other bathroom was shared between myself and (shudders) my brother. Now most of the time, it wasn’t too bad - neither of us really use the toilet. I’m fairly certain he has a collection of half-urine-filled water bottles under his bed (gags) and I find more creative ways. Which means we really only share the shower (again, GAGS). I know pretty much without any doubt whatsoever both of us relieve ourselves in there (yes, I pee in the shower. Yes, I pee in the shower STANDING UP. No, it’s not gross, the water washes it away. Yes, I know you do too, stop lying.
Sometimes I just go, sometimes I try and get some target practice in, sometimes it’s just because I had to go SO bad and ran out of other options).
Unfortunately, the bathroom is halfway down the hall and my brother’s room is basically a straight shot forward from there, meaning he’d blatantly know if I went in and showered (peed), so that was off the table since he knew I already showered this morning, and we were limited to once per day related to the drought.
Thinking quickly, as my bladder was starting to do that fun thing where it feels like it’s sticking out and weighs a whole bunch, I made a bit of a beeline (I didn’t want to be TOO obvious) for our bathroom. Once inside, I started to do what I had practiced a handful of times before, and was starting to actually get fairly decent at.
Standing, facing the sink, I pulled one leg of my short shorts (and one side of my now upsettingly damp panties) to the side, exposing jusssstttt enough of myself to make this work.
I turned the water on halfway (to cover the sound, smell, and to wash it away), and placed my free hand in a bit of cupped fashion directly under myself, with my thumb sticking out into the sink.
Slowly (painfully slowly), I began to release. My pre-owned iced-tea began to flow from my angry bladder, into my hand, down my thumb, and into the sink. I. HAD. TO. GO. SO. BAD.
Over time, by practicing going in different, mostly frowned-upon places, I’ve learned how to let the slowest, weakest stream dribble out, despite feeling like I should be wetting myself at full force.
This was one of those times where that skill came in handy. Too fast and my hand would fill up, spilling everywhere, effectively being just this side of even worse than just wetting myself.
Now, the downside to going so slow is that to properly empty a properly filled bladder at that speed takes about 20 minutes (yes, I’ve actually timed it before. It almost got boring. Almost :P
No time for that on this day, my brother would get suspicious. However, I was full. Not at the “about to wet myself full” stage, but certainly at the “I need to actively work on finding someplace to go full” stage.
So, I did what I have had to do many, MANY times in the past - go for a bit, just to relieve a little of the immediate pressure, and hang on to the rest (sometimes for fun, sometimes, as was the case on this day, out of necessity, despite longing to empty).
I figured I could play off about a minute, minute and a half at the most. I counted every last one of those precious seconds, until, with real frustration and longing on my part, I had to pull back on my bladder, ending the tiny flow with great willpower. The kind of willpower boys will just never understand.
I pulled my panties (they’re already damp, why wipe?) and shorts back into their rightful place with my dry hand.
I rapidly washed my hands so as not to take any longer and exited my favorite room of the house, bladder still making itself present and known, although I wasn’t in active fear of letting any more drops, dribbles, or accidental squirts make their way into my panties.
“What in the actual world were you doing in there for so long?” My brother called from his room, just to annoy me.
“I had something sticky on my hand” I lied quickly, probably to his satisfaction as that’s where the conversation ended.
Now back in my room, I still had one more thing left to do, figure out what to do with the remaining majority of liquid taking up too much space in my bladder.
As if by rewarding me for my creativity, the universe handed me a free gift - my brother knocked and said “hey, I’m heading over to Jason’s” (a friend of his). I didn’t even need to reply as he was already walking down the stairs.
I listened for the garage to open, car to start, car to pull out, garage to shut, and car to start heading up the hill, 1 hand I my crotch just to safeguard myself from the excitement of almost being able to finally go.
When I was sure he was gone, I headed right back into our bathroom, pulled my shorts down to my ankles, hopped up on the sink itself, and let my full torrent loose, not caring about sound this time. It feet sooooo good. Finally.
On the plus side, I continued to get better at standing facing the sink and going into it from this experience so yay for that! |
I seldom write fiction. This is my latest attempt at what I hope will be a short series of stories. Feedback's always apprrciated. Thanks!
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Part 1
A rare thing indeed; that a well-rested Sam Turner could stride confidently- at her own pace- towards the gate of her departing flight elicited a long overdue, genuine smile. The whirlwind weekend of conferences, meetings- demanding a bevy of artificial grins and transactions- was over.
Sam felt impervious to the buzzing atmosphere of the O'Hare airport; lighter than the thick, recycled air in circulation; aglow against the dull, commercial interior. Her reflections on the weekend were colored by elation she felt following Saturday's investors meeting; Roniel Vejiga, and what seemed an unlimited source of capital, were to bring to light her original self-care app: Made It.
"Raise your hand if you used the restroom this morning", Sam asked of the seemingly disinterested audience. All 147 attendees' hands went up. "Thank you. Hands down".
She continued, "Now raise your hand if you thought that you were not going to make it-". Some hands went up slowly, while others shot up. "I mean, you were so desperate- your morning coffee was just flying through you- that you didn't think you were going to make it." More in the audience turned their heads looking around as they contemplated, tentatively raising their hands.
"We're human. It happens. Of course, never at the appropriate time. That said, you are free to excuse yourself at any time- just raise your hand first." They laughed every time; perhaps out of courtesy, perhaps from the discomfort they felt about sharing such an intimate part of their day.
"Y'all will be pleased to know that your desperate days are coming to a close" Sam proclaimed, slipping into her Carolina Piedmont accent; it always seemed to put people at ease.
"In collaboration with Dr. Roniel Vejiga, the medical visionary behind the renowned biometric service app- BodyWatch- Made It will let you know when you will need to go, well before you do. The app gauges your bladder's behavior based on data you provide: liquid capacity, frequency of urination, susceptibility to irritation- i.e what your coffee may be doing right now-"
Two attendees stood up and walked out of the room- Sam presumed- to use the toilet.
"And of course, more severe prexisisting conditions, all serve as data points from which trends can be generated and interpreted by the app to help you. This- ladies and gentlemen- is a massive step towards an 'accident free' world." At only 32 years old, Sam's bold vision was being realized.
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"Sam- hold up", said Steve, Sam's trailing, and clearly exasperated colleague and travel partner. "I need to hit the bathroom quick. I'll meet you at the gate."
"Sounds good," Sam responded. I could use a pee break myself she thought. Her Made It alert had gone off just before she went through security, and sure enough, she was getting early warning signs from her bladder.
As Steve turned towards the Men's room, Sam continued on towards the Women's. While approaching the entrance of the bathroom Sam turned her head to the right and looked down the long hallway, trying to get a view of her gate, when suddenly she felt a strong nudge on her left elbow.
"Sorry!" was all the middle-aged woman could say, walking briskly towards the bathroom with a small, but clearly stuffed duffle bag.
"Ugh- Mom, you always wait until the last minute," the young woman said following in the middle-aged woman's steps. Both made their way into the bathroom before Sam.
Once inside, the sound of running water, hand dryers and a slamming stall door filled the air. Sam was surprised that it smelled pretty fresh, like the lavender essential oil that her hotel provided over the weekend.
Sam rounded the corner of the partition separating the toilet stalls and the sinks, and saw the young woman from moments ago standing outside one of the stall doors.
"It's OK. Just take a deep breath. No one will see anything," Sam heard the young woman say to her mother.
"Oh the stain is huge, Denise," the middle-aged woman replied in a hushed but fervent voice, "nothing went down my legs, thank god. I just sat down and went through my pants."
There was one available stall next to the where the young woman stood consoling her mother.
"Well, at least you wore black pants. Seriously, no one will-"
"Excuse me", Sam interjected and gestured to the open stall, "Were you going to use this one here?"
The young woman closed her eyes and responded with a curt shake of the head.
"Thanks" Sam said as she entered the stall and shut the door. The toilet was remarkably clean, but Sam laid toilet paper on the seat anyway. After hanging her jacket and carry-on on the hook of the stall door, she pulled down her jeans and panties and sat on the toilet. Immediately she unleashed a powerful torrent of urine; the relief was overwhelming.
I can't believe how much I'm peeing she thought to herself. The stream seemed interminable, and the immense relief made her feel warm inside. Why was she so warm? She could feel warmth all over her body. She closed her eyes and relished the feeling.
Then came a series of loud thuds on the stall door. Sam would've expected a more characteristic knock and rattle of the stall door. The thud continued but Sam wanted nothing more than to keep her eyes closed.
"Not now" she muttered, her mouth feeling heavy and tired.
The thuds continued and she heard a soft voice calling her name from the other side of the door.
"Steve?" she said quietly. "What're you doing in the women's-" Sam sat up suddenly in her hotel room bed. She was soaked- shoulders to ankles- in her own urine.
The thuds continued on the door of her hotel room. "Sam, are you awake?" asked Steve on the other side of the door. "Shit," Sam said to herself. |
Warning: Contains pooping... Just a warning
Akansha’s alarm went off at 5:00 in the morning. She moaned groggily, and turned on her side, rolling herself into a sitting position. No sooner did she pick up her phone and check the messages, than she saw that Karthik and Radhika were already at the lake waiting for her. And Rebecca was on her way! Shit!!
In a frenzy, Akansha jumped out of bed. She switched on the light, threw on a pair of jeans over the panties she’d slept in, tossed a T-shirt over her head and dashed out of the door.
This lake plan had been made almost a week in advance. Not far from their houses was a beautiful large and for the most part uninhabited lake. The plan was to go there incredibly early in the morning ,have a refreshing walk, a soothing joint, and watch the sunrise in all its glory.
Akansha left the house, boarded an early-morning bus, and checked her watch again. Fuck! It was already 5:30. In the distant expanses of the sky she could see the first rays of sunrise beginning to illuminate the horizon. She sat quietly, put her headphones into her ears and hoped the bus would reach there soon.
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Meanwhile, over at the lake, Karthik and his girlfriend Radhika had already reached the bus stop and were no trekking the 2 km hike over a set of hills that led to the lake.
“What is this yaar!!” , Radhika whined as she plodded up along the winding dirt track.
“This is soooo faaaarr…”
Karthik looked back, amusement and irritation plastered in equal arts on his face.
“Come on now”, he implored, “The worst is done….we’re almost there..”
Radhika whined something or the other but Karthik was too far ahead to make sense of any of it. However, he quite clearly heard her whine the word bladder. Karthik dismissed it with a casual shrug of his shoulders and kept walking.
Finally, after another 5 minutes of trekking, Karthik and Radhika finally crossed the final ridge. The full lake, shining magnificently blue was clearly visible. It was dazzling in the orange reflection of the sky. Karthik stood abreast the ridge, his tall muscular frame silhouetted by the rising sun: he looked magnificent. Radhika stumbled her way up, panting and gasping for breath.
Panting and covered in sweat, Radhika implored,
“Please… Let’s just sit down for a bit.”
Karthik replied,
“But we’re only 10 minutes away from the lake. We’re almost there, don’t you want to make it?”
Radhika nodded ,still panting,
“But just sit here for a minute or two no? Let me catch my breath?”
Karthik realized he couldn’t convince her otherwise and sat next to her. Karthik was too busy staring at the beautiful lake that he failed to notice Radhika’s writhing legs or her clenched fist. He failed to notice the swelling lake in Radhika.
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Rebecca’s morning had started very badly. At 4:30 this morning, while the lights were still off and the sun was sleeping, Rebecca had been awoken by a cramp in her stomach. She was forced to jump out of bed and dash to the bathroom, tearing down her boxer shorts to plop herself down on the cold porcelain lid of the toilet just as a wave of spluttering liquid excrement spewed out of her and into the polished basin.
Rebecca groaned and clutched her stomach. It must have been that Golgappa that she’d eaten last night! Why, Why the fuck had she eaten that Golgappa!?
And so, the next hour was spent like this. For small intervals of time Rebecca had felt better. She would clean herself up, pull her boxer shorts up and stumble back into her bed. However, Mere minutes later she’d be woken by a resurgence of the same cramps and be forced to dash into the bathroom once more, starting the cycle all over.
By 5:30 however, Rebecca was feeling considerably better. She’d been in bed for almost half an hour, and the nausea and cramps were gone: it seemed, for good. She rose to the beeping of her alarm and deemed herself fit enough to make the journey to the lake. She rose groggily and wiggled her way into a pair of skin tight blue denim Levi jeans. She managed to pull them up to her upper thighs, but no higher; her striped purple panties obstructed her.
Rebecca wriggle out of her jeans, took off her panties (throwing them behind the door), and pulled her jeans back up, completely naked underneath. She zipped them tight, fastened the button and took off in a taxi towards the lake.
Meanwhile, Karthik and Radhika sat utterly motionless on the ridge, staring out at the morning sunrise. Karthik moved closer and put his arm around Radhika. He noticed that she was tense and wiggling, but he paid it no heed. Instead he drew her in closer, and closer, and kissed her on the lips.
Radhika had been badly in need of a pee for quite some time now, but she wasn’t quite sure how to bring this up to her boyfriend Karthik. They’d been dating for only about a month and she was still afraid that something as ‘taboo’ as this may be deemed ‘gross’ by Karthik… and that would be incredibly embarrassing. Rather, she had chosen to remain quiet.
As Karthik pulled her into his gaze and planted his lips on hers, she was overcome by his kiss. Oh his kiss! It robbed her of reality and all of her mundane concerns. All she could feel was his lips against her, gently massaging her and easing her as his hand pulsated between her legs. She couldn’t escape it! There was nothing she could bring herself to do or say that would cause him to let go of her as his body slowly weaved against hers.
Karthik slipped his hand down the front of Radhika’s loose elastic sport shorts and deftly made its way into her panties. Karthik discovered a creamy gooey paradise. With the skill of a neurosurgeon and the knowledge of a gynaecologist, Karthik located the clit and began to weave wave after wave of pleasure onto it.
Radhika was tight of breath. She could feel him rubbing her most private of privates, her holy of holies. And she loved it. Despite the throbbing warnings from her bladder, Radhika just couldn’t stop him. As he pulled down her shorts and lay her down on the crunching grass, she couldn’t, or rather didn’t want to stop him.
Karthik laid down next to her and guided her to come on top of him. Radhika noticed that her pants were down, bundled near his feet, and his large throbbing manhood glowed in the morning light, highlighted by the thick clump of hair that adorned its base. Karthik guided her into a squat over him, his soaking genitals mere inches from hers. Karthik looked at her and she felt her bladder throb once more.
Karthik let go of Radhika and almost instinctively, she began to lower herself onto him. As his large hard penis brushed the dripping space between her thighs, she was racked with excruciating waves of mind blowing pleasure. She eased herself down slowly as his strong pulsating dick rose inside of her.
Radhika threw her head back in ecstacy. Karthik was a part of her! She felt her heart throb with joy and her woman-parts throb with pleasure. All of a sudden her bladder throbbed in revolt. Radhika’s eyes widened in shock as a small spurt of urine shot out of her and splattered Karthik’s shirt. Radhika was mortified. Luckily Karthik was too enraptured in pleasure, his eyes closed and his fists clenched, to notice. Radhika felt her bladder rearing up again and she knew that she had to get off, now! She needed to pee too bad! She just couldn’t control it.
“Karthik…”, she moaned, her voice no louder than a whisper,
“Karthik… I … I really need to pee…. I just cant….control it…”
Karthik was seconds away from shooting his load. As Radhika was speaking he felt his orgasm rising up in his dick. He was cumming!
Subsequently, when Radhika tried to extricate herself from him, so she could run into the bushes and pee, he pulled her back down onto him. This was the last straw for Radhika’s bladder. Her urethra tensed once or twice, as she tried to hold back the dam, but there was never any chance. Her bladder had been neglected for too long. With an agonized cry, the contents of Radhika’s bladder squirted out of the hairy mauve patch between her legs, splattering violently onto Karthik’s stomach as he ejaculated all over her.
As Karthik finished cumming, Radhika rolled over him, piss still gushing out of her, and squatted mere feet from Karthik. Her yellow piss pattered furiously into the muddy ground beneath her, leaving puddles.
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Akansha had reached the foot of the hill at the same time Rebecca had. Rebecca was halfway up the hill, Akansha by her side, when a rumble in her stomach reminded her of the Golgappa, and shattered her fragile belief that her diarrhoea dangers were done. Rebecca felt her bowels tense angrily and she knew from the experience this morning, that such an urge could not be overcome, merely delayed, and that too for a minute max.
Rebecca turned to Akansha and asked awkwardly,
“Hey, do you think you could just wait a minute…. I just.. .really need to use..use the bathroom.”, her cheeks blushed red.
Akansha awkwardly nodded her head and Rebecca ran behind the bushes. She frantically unbuttoned her jeans, tore them down and fell into a squat as diarrhoea erupted from her shapely backside. She hugged her knees and breathed deeply as she covered the forest floor in her liquid shit.
Akansha awkwardly remained standing on the dirt path nearby as Rebecca’s bowels loudly evacuated themselves onto the forest floor. A minute or so of awkward squatting ensued for Rebecca as she finished up and was forced to search for some fresh leaves with which to ‘clean up’. Soon enough a triumphant Rebecca emerged from the bushes. However, Akansha was far less impressed. As Rebecca had been hunched up behind the bushes, Akansha (my girlfriend at the time) had been texting me.
Akansha: Hey
Me: Hey! What’s up?
Akansha: Nothing much, came on this stupid trip to the lake. You know, that far off one in Mahlapur?
Me: Yeah. That’s really far! How come you went all the way there? I know how lazy you are. There’s no way you’d travel that far unless it was for a really good reason. So? What is it?
Akansha: Well, Rebecca came for one. I’ve been dying to meet her, it’s been ages.
Me: Oh! That’s great! Say hi to her from me too if you can? Have you met her yet? What are they doing now?
Akansha: Ummm well, Rebecca’s freshening up right now… I’m not too sure about Radhika.
Me: Freshening up? What does that mean? Aren’t you guys at a lake?
Akansha: Yeah but…. You know….. stuff
Me: Hmmm… I get it..
Akansha: Do you? Do you really??
Me: I think I do
Akansha: Tell me then.
Me: Ummm… Is she pissing behind a bush or something? :P
Akansha: Oh My God! :P How did you guess that :P Close enough :P XD
Me: “Close”. Oh my God! Don’t tell me!! Is she….??
Akansha: Yep. Been feeling sick since morning it seems.
Me: Damn… Well. How are you feeling?
Akansha: Okay yaar. Just need to pee a little bit.
Me: Hmm….. Will you be okay?
Akansha: Yeah Yeah! You know me! When have I ever not been okay?
Me: Hyderabad, for one.
Akansha: Oh come on! That’s not fair, apart from that?
Me: None really come to mind. Well then, hope it all goes well :P
Akansha: It will, see you soon.
The lake after that was essentially uneventful. Akansha’s bladder, merely uncomfortable when she chatted with me, grew worse and fuller as the day progressed. As the day wore on, she began to be desperate enough to consider looking for alternated sources of relief (mainly squatting behind a particularly lush bush). However, as Akansha’s luck would have it, the group spotted a porta-potty in the distance.
Radhika’s urge had been satisfied after that embarrassing post-coital piss in front of Karthik, but Rebecca’s stomach was still plaguing her. Both Rebecca and Akansha set off for the bathroom in the distance.
As they approached, Akansha couldn’t help but notice the look of acute distress on Rebecca’s face. Rebecca was sweating and waddling like a duck; it was obvious she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. Regardless of how much Akansha liked Rebecca, Akansha wasn’t about to give up her bathroom for anyone!
Akansha sprinted ahead of Rebecca, entered the porta-potty and slammed the door, bolting it firmly and beginning to remove her jeans. It was only at this point that she noticed the toilet was an Indian-style one. Akansha has a great aversion towards Indian-style loos and finds them disgusting. On this occasion however, Akansha tore her jeans down with her panties till her calves, and squatted closely over the toilet as she released the contents of her strained bladder.
Upon completing her piss, Akansha pulled up her pants and left the stall, expecting to find a very desperate Rebecca. To her surprise however, Rebecca was gone. Vanished.
Suddenly Akansha heard a loud splatter of semi-liquid on dried leaves followed by a spluttering fart. Akansha laughed thinking of Rebecca. The girl had shit once in the forests already today; why not a second time? |
It's been a while, but here's a new story for you guys!
I Warned You
She was a beautiful sight in the early morning light. Slightly on the short side, with a nice bottom, slender legs, and startling blue eyes. The light falling on her sleeping next to me gave her an angelic look. I felt very lucky to have found such a beautiful girl—not only was she hot, but she was funny and intelligent and we had a great chemistry. We’d been dating for three months, but this was the first time she’d be staying with me for an entire long weekend. Her name was Nina, and although it was a bit early to tell, I think I was in love.
She stirred a bit in her sleep, then opened her bleary morning eyes and turned to face me. Those eyes fixed on mine always gave me the flutters. “Morning, sweetie,” she said. “I’m really looking forward to this weekend. But right now, I need my morning coffee.”
“I’ll fix us some breakfast,” I said, and left her to waken from her slumber. Half an hour later, we were seated at my kitchen table, enjoying a light meal of sandwiches and coffee. Today, I intended to take her out into town, doing some shopping, maybe visiting a museum or seeing a movie, and ending it with a romantic dinner. I had it all planned out. It was early fall, and still quite warm out, so she’d chosen a pair of jeans shorts and a plain white tank top. And knee-high socks. I have to admit, I’m a sucker for that. We chatted idly as we ate, discussing a mutual friend’s breakup. We came to an agreement that she was probably not good for him, and perhaps now he’d have more time to hang out with us. Nina suggested she had a friend he thought he might fancy, and she confided that this friend had already expressed and interest in him as well. Nina always loved playing matchmaker. She was, on the whole, a very kind soul, always looking for ways to make her friends happy. For our third month anniversary—personally, I consider three months a little early to celebrate an anniversary, but Nina was a romantic—she bought me flowers.
As we got ready to leave, I couldn’t resist throwing in a little jab at her though. Much as I loved her, she could banter with the best of them, and her favorite subject to mock me for was my frequent bathroom visits. In fact, I have a fairly average bladder, it just so happens that hers was a genetic anomaly. I secretly suspected it was a defense mechanism to cover up an insecurity: Nina was extremely pee shy. Although she was a bubbly and confident girl, her bathroom needs were the one thing she had trouble with. She needed total privacy to attend to her needs. Even having another person in her home seemed to give her trouble. In our three months of dating, I had never once seen her visit the bathroom, although she loved to tease me for my “weak bladder” – as mentioned, it was only weak in comparison to her monstrous one. I suspected she was born with a big bladder and had strengthened it further by necessity, since she couldn’t pee with anyone else around. Her streak was bound to be broken this weekend, though. She had arrived at my place around seven the previous night, so she was already holding one night of pee. So I threw in a little counter-jab as we headed for the door: “Honey, are you sure you don’t want to visit the bathroom before we leave? We’ll be staying out all day.”
She gave a snort. “I don’t need to pee,” she said, “and besides, unlike you, I can hold it all day. Let’s get going!” So we headed out, me taking my customary morning pee, her unrelieved.
Our first stop was a little neighborhood café, where we each had another coffee and settled down to discuss our plans for the day. Nina said she wanted to do some clothes shopping, but it was still too early for most stores to be open, so we settled for a stroll around, getting our bearings first.
“Did you know this area used to be really poor?” I said, as we passed a line of fashionable boutiques. “This area really gentrified in the last decade.”
“I don’t know how I feel about that,” she said. “Well, at least we got fancy shops, but what about the poor? Housing prices must have risen considerably.” Always looking out for the little guy, my Nina. “Hey, look,” she said, pointing to the one store that was open at this hour. It was a high-end clothing store, well outside our price range. “Let’s pretend we’re rich and try on some clothes none of us can afford!” With an excited spring in her step, she dragged me into the shop.
The clerk gave us a disapproving look as we entered. Our attire clearly indicated that we were not part of the exclusive clientele they targeted. But ever polite, she asked us if we wanted any help, and Nina said she’d love to try out some dresses. We browsed around for a while, and then she find a beautiful summer dress she wanted to try on. The price tag was entirely based on the label: You could find something similar in any low-price chain store, but when Nina appeared out of the dressing room, I could see why she liked it. The dress complimented her figure perfectly, although the knee-high socks were perhaps not the best accessory. “I love it,” I said. “If we find something similar at a reasonable price, I might get it for you.”
“That’s so sweet of you, but I don’t need you to woo me with gifts,” she said, and gave me a kiss. Then she disappeared back into the dressing room and re-emerged in her shorts and top. “By now, surely some other stores are open,” she said. “But first, let’s find a place to get a drink. I’m getting thirsty. You know all that coffee dehydrates you.” Well, yes, I thought, it dehydrates you by going straight to your bladder. Although she was showing no signs of discomfort yet, surely she must be feeling the need soon. We found a vending machine and she got a diet soda, which she eagerly consumed. I took only a sip she offered me. By now, my mind was already churning: already, she had a full night’s pee in her, plus two large diuretic coffees, and now half a liter of Coke Zero. How this girl managed to seem entirely unaffected was a mystery to me.
Next she directed me to a convenience store and picked up a bottle of water “for later,” which she put in her purse. “Are you sure you need more liquid right now?” I injected. “I mean, you already had quite a bit to drink and it’s only late morning.”
“I like to keep hydrated,” she said. “Besides, this one’s for later, so we don’t have to waste any time while shopping for clothes. Don’t worry about me, babe, I can handle myself.” We’ll see about that, I thought, but dropped the subject.
For the next couple of hours, we wandered a mall, dipping in and out of clothing stores. Although I would normally be bored shopping for women’s clothes, she threw me a favor by heading into a shop that sold sexy lingerie and ended up getting a nice set of black panties and matching bra. “For later,” she said with a wink. By now, she was already well started on her bottle of water, but still showed no signs of discomfort.
By the time the clock reached twelve, I was getting hungry, so we headed for a café and had croissants. Nina ordered another large coffee, but I know I get jittery if I have too much caffeine in too short of a time, so I settled for some tea. “Hey, you know Mark?” She said. Mark was the friend I mentioned who had recently broken up with a girlfriend we both agreed wasn’t good for him. “Maybe we should set up a double-date with Marie sometime.” I nodded.
“Sounds like fun. But are you sure it won’t be awkward? I’m not sure I’d want a first date with another couple in the mix.”
“Marie is the type of person who doesn’t know what the word ‘awkward’ even means,” Nina said. “And you know Mark, he’s a bit shy, but he’s a great guy. We’ll be there as emotional support, and we can talk him up, set him up to tell his best stories without seeming like he’s bragging. ‘Hey, tell us how skydiving was?’, real casual like. Marie likes the adventurous types.” I had to agree, it sounded like a plan.
By now, I was feeling the urge, so I took the opportunity to visit the men’s room. “You went this morning and already you’re at it again?” Nina teased. I ignored her jab and found the urinal. Surely, surely Nina’s copious drinking must catch up with her soon. As per her custom, she pretended she didn’t have a bladder and ignored my offer to join me for a trip to the restrooms.
After lunch, we decided to check out a local art museum. Nina was a bit of an art nerd, and although I had no understanding of modern art, especially the more abstract stuff, I loved hearing her explain it to me. Admittedly, sometimes I just had to nod and smile and pretend to understand what Cubism was about, but any time spent with your love is time well spent.
We wandered the halls for a while, and for the first half hour, Nina was animatedly explaining the ideas behind each painting, telling anecdotes about the artists, and generally acting like a better museum tour guide than any actual guide I’d ever met. But then her demeanor started to change. She became less chatty, and her usual eloquence gave way to stuttering and half-finished sentences. I noticed her movements were becoming a little more erratic, and suspected that the drinks were finally starting to catch up to her. Still, she pretended that everything was fine. We made a stop at the museum shop, and she bought me a poster replica of one of her favorite paintings. I couldn’t imagine hanging it on my wall—truth be told I had no idea what the grotesquely disfigured characters in the painting signified—but for her, I’d do almost anything. It would probably end up on my wall someday. Perhaps if we ever decided to move in together. Nina got herself another bottle of water as well, and downed half of it in one go.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked. She gave me a look I’d come to know well: the “do not patronize me or you will regret it” look. Truth be told, I was getting concerned for her, but at the same time, my feelings were mixed. If she was forced to visit the girl’s room during the course of the day, perhaps she would learn it wasn’t so scary after all, and if nothing else, perhaps her teasing about my bladder would stop. To make up for my comment, I wrapped my arms around her—as I did so, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge of her bladder—and whispered in her ear: “I love you.”
This felt like a momentous step in our relationship. It was the first time I’d ever uttered those words to her. She looked me deep in the eyes, and for a horrifying moment, I was afraid she felt I was too hasty, that she was still in the exploration phase of our relationship and found my declaration of love premature, a turnoff, the move of a weak man. But then she pulled me into a passionate kiss and whispered back: “I love you too.” I was in heaven.
By now, we had exhausted the mall, eaten lunch, visited a museum, and approaching evening. I took her hand and suggested we take a romantic walk along the beachfront. Then maybe catch a movie before dinner. She took me up on the offer, and hand-in-hand, each stopping to glance into each other’s eyes or land a quick kiss, we must have looked the perfect couple, newly in love. But by now, Nina had finished her second water bottle, and it was truly catching up to her. I had never even seen her fidget, but now, she was bouncing on her feet whenever we stopped to have a look at the view. It’s a truly spectacular view, by the way. If you ever visit our city, I recommend the beachfront. Whenever we passed other people, Nina would straighten her posture and pretend that everything was normal, but when we were alone, she was doing a poor job of hiding her predicament. I knew better than to suggest a bathroom run, but by now I was truly worried. How could she ever last the day if she was already desperate?
As darkness began to fall, we grew tired of aimlessly walking around like we were the main couple in a rom-com and decided to catch a movie. To my surprise, Nina chose the film with the longest running time, almost three hours. And to add some extra risk to the situation, she got herself a large soda to go along with our popcorn. “Nina,” I tried again. I’d been burned today once already for questioning her holding abilities, but this was getting absurd. “Are you sure you need the large one?” By now, she could not hide her fidgeting for a moment. Anybody could see that this was a girl in desperate need of a pee at a glance. And Nina seemed to realize this, too, which must be terribly embarrassing for her. She blushed, and instead of scolding me, she simply said, “I’ll be fine. You better make a visit to the boy’s room before the movie though. I got us seats in the middle of the row.” I gave a sigh. What she said was sensible, but ironic coming from a person in her state. By now, my concern for her was morphing into something a bit more sinister. I began to consider the very real possibility that she might have an actual accident in public. And while I would hate to see her so totally embarrassed, her constant teasing was getting to me. This was supposed to be a perfect day out, and for most of the day it had been. I felt like we’d made a big step in our relationship with our mutual declaration of love, and we’d had a lot of fun. But now, my mood was souring a bit. I didn’t want this day to be all about bladders and bathrooms! For a moment I pictured her having a massive accident in public, crying like a little girl, and perhaps that would teach her a lesson. But that was just a passing thought—I felt immediately ashamed of myself for wishing something so terrible for the woman I loved. So I dutifully trotted away to the bathroom, and then we found our seats.
Immediately, Nina positioned herself sitting on her heel. By the one hour mark, she was sneaking her hand in between her legs when she thought I wasn’t looking. By hour two out of three, her hands were permanently lodged between her legs, and she handed me her empty drink cup to put it on the floor. Probably she was worried she couldn’t take the pressure if she bent down.
At one point toward the end of the movie, there was a jump scare. Nina nearly jumped in her seat, and my eyes immediately diverted to her crotch. Had she lost it? But no, although her hands were still furiously squeezing, her shorts were still dry.
The movie finished, and Nina’s desperate shuffle-walk out of the theatre was a sight to behold. Once we passed the restrooms, she gave them a longing look, but soldiered on unrelieved. “Time for dinner before we head home?” I suggested. She nodded.
On the walk to the restaurant, she refused to hold my hand. Several times, she had to stop and cross her legs, or give her crotch a squeeze. Every time she did, I gave her a look and her cheeks blossomed. But still, she was not about to give up. I picked a nice restaurant in our price range, with lighted candles on the tables. It was just fancy enough to be romantic, but not so fancy that our casual wear would have us refused for insufficiently formal wear. We both ordered steak, and a bottle of wine to share. Nina must be extremely bloated now, because she was only picking at her food, but still, she finished more of the wine than me. A quick glance under the table revealed that her legs were pretzeled together in a knot, and she was tapping her feet relentlessly. By now I felt like an accident was all but inevitable, and only hoped she would last through dinner. To my surprise, she insisted on dessert, with a side of coffee. “I’m getting a bit tired,” she explained, “but I’m in the mood for some action later tonight, so I want to perk up a bit.” Well, we’ll see about that mood when your pants are soaked, I thought. We payed up, and I took a detour to the restrooms before we left. To my surprise, she followed me, and I thought she’d realized the situation was lost and she’d finally given in. But she simply waited outside while I went in and did my business. When I came back, I found her furiously pee-dancing like a schoolgirl, and although she tried to straighten up, she simply couldn’t. On the walk home, she said very little, and had to stop several times to regain control.
When we got back to my place, she was positively bouncing. It was getting late, and had she not been on the verge of an accident, I would be looking forward to some steaming sex, but it seemed that, as I had predicted, her sexy mood was gone. She walked in before me, giving me a great look at her pert ass. And that’s when I saw it. A tiny trickle, barely the size of a penny, but very definitely a wet spot. She had officially begun to wet herself. Still, she made no move toward the bathroom. “I’m exhausted,” she said. “Mind if we head to bed?” I nodded. We entered the bathroom together to brush our teeth, and she kept her eyes fixed on the toilet the whole time, but still made no move to make use of it. Standing behind her, I noticed that the wet spot had expanded slightly. There was now a nice little flower of wetness between her cheeks, and I could see her fingers peaking through with the hand that wasn’t occupied by the toothbrush. Nothing more was said about the bathroom, and we headed to bed. I decided not to mention her accident, figuring she would draw her own conclusions and learn a lesson on her own, without me adding to the embarrassment. We got under the covers, her uneasily squirming and holding herself, but I was tired and soon fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I could hear the shower running. When I got out of bed I lifted the sheets and was shocked by what I found: an enormous wet spot on Nina’s side of the bed. This iron-bladdered girl had completely and utterly wet the bed. I debated whether I should bring it up, put a stop to this charade, but instead opted to be a kinder version of myself and simply stripped the sheets and put them in the laundry while she finished her shower. Two accidents in one day—one small one and then a complete bedwetting—that must have taught her a lesson. Besides, I could always bring it up at a later date if need be, but for the moment, I opted not to mention it.
Like the day before, we had sandwiches and coffee for breakfast. Nina had apparently decided to put on a brave face and pretend that nothing was wrong. She must know that I would discover her bedwetting, but her pride wouldn’t let her admit it. Instead, she became even more gregarious than ever, cracking jokes, gossiping, and gushing about what a lovely day we had yesterday. Today she was wearing tight jeans, which if anything complimented her figure even better than the previous day’s outfit. When she poured herself a large glass of juice after her coffee, my eyes widened. I told her I was gonna pop up to the toilet, and she responded with, “Can’t even hold a night’s pee? What’s the matter with you?” I couldn’t believe it. This was a girl who wet herself twice yesterday out of sheer stubbornness, and she was telling a guy who’d never had an accident due to good bathroom habits that he had a weak bladder? It seemed like her ego couldn’t take the previous day’s humiliation, so she doubled down on her bragging. Now she apparently had something to prove, because she complemented her coffee and juice with two large glasses of water. Whatever would it take to get this girl to understand?
Still, a tiny part of my mind was intrigued. Dirty as it was, the germ of a desire to see her completely humiliated was growing in me. It seemed like she was intent on never using the bathroom in my presence at all, and given the previous day, the endgame was all but given. Perhaps today she would wet herself in full view, rather than during the cover of night, and finally I would get my revenge and her, the lesson she so clearly needed.
This was a Sunday, and so we decided to stay in for most of the day, maybe go for a walk or something in the evening. The rest of the morning we spent watching Netflix, and already Nina was beginning to show the tell-tale signs of desperation. Nevertheless, as if two evils cancel out, she was consuming liquid like never before. By noon, she’d had a coffee, a glass of juice, two large glasses and two full bottles of water, and then she had the balls to go and make us each a cup of coffee. The nerves of this girl!
Since there was nothing much else to do, we decided to re-watch the first Lord of the Rings movie. You know, the one that runs for three hours. Nina snuggled up to me on the couch, with a glass of water by her side, but by the halfway point, she couldn’t sit still. She was constantly shifting positions, and her hands were gripping her crotch tightly. I began to worry about the state of my couch, but she stayed dry until the end.
“So, about that walk,” I said.
“Yeah, sitting around in the house all day is no good. Let’s get some fresh air,” she replied.
When she bent down to put on her shoes, I thought it was all over. Her bladder was close to exploding, and she sank into a deep crouch, grabbing her crotch furiously, and stayed there for a full minute before she finally managed to put on her shoes. I went for a precautionary pee, but this time she made no comment. Then we were off, intending to do a round-trip of the neighborhood before heading home.
Ending one
By now, every step was torture for Nina. Her pee-dance was extreme, she could not stand still for a moment, and again she refused to hold my hand. Her hands had more than enough containing the flood.
We passed by a convenience store and I suggested we get some snacks for the night before heading home. Nina’s eyes lit up at the thought of cutting the trip short, and she followed me in. I made sure to quickly grab some items; Nina hid in the back, where she could fidget and cross her legs and squeeze her crotch out of view. But when it came time to pay, I discovered that I’d forgotten my wallet, and had to call her over to pay. Her steps were incredibly deliberate, every touch of her feet on the ground sending a devastating jolt to her bladder. She was so out of it she fumbled for a minute with her purse before she found her wallet. This, of course, meant she could not employ any of her usual pee-holding tricks. And then it happened.
Just as she swiped her card, her flood erupted. A small wet patch appeared on her butt, and quickly it grew to a stream, rivulets of hot pee running down the insides of her legs and forming an enormous puddle on the floor. The clerk looked on in shock. Before he could say anything, Nina finished paying up, I grabbed our items and dragged her out of there.
She was tearing up. Her jeans were soaked front to back, glistening in the streetlights, and we had a long walk home where any passer-by would no doubt take note of her obvious accident.
“Who’s got the weak bladder again, remind me?” I said. I immediately regretted it. This was no time to be rude. I loved this girl: although this accident was entirely her own fault, I should be comforting her.
She responded aggressively. I guess her ego couldn’t handle any other response. “I’ve been holding it all fucking weekend and haven’t visited the restroom once! This is the first and only time it’s ever happened, and it will never happen again, and I’m not the one who’s always making pit stops because I can’t hold it for three freaking hours! Fuck you! Fuck your...” And then her outburst petered out. The embarrassment of her situation overtook the anger.
“Nina,” I said, doing my best impression of a parental tone. “I know that’s not true. I know you leaked yesterday evening, and I know you totally pissed the bed tonight. That’s three accidents in two days. And it’s all your own fault: you were the one who insisted on drinking like a camel, you were the one who passed up numerous opportunities to use the bathroom, and you were the one who told me off every time I suggested this might not be the greatest idea.”
She began to sob. I had been too hard in my words, so I pulled her into a hug and began stroking her hair. “It’s okay,” I said. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. It’s just, your teasing got to me. You know what I think? I think it’s insecurity. I think you’re pee-shy and your bragging is a way of covering it up. It’s not your fault: shy bladder is a medical condition. Let’s get you home and cleaned up. I still love you.”
Her sobbing subsided. “Thank you,” she said. “I’m so sorry, about everything. I ruined a perfect weekend...”
“No, you didn’t. I still had a wonderful time with you, despite your mishaps and teasing. You’re the most amazing woman I know. And for the record, you do have the largest bladder I know, you just need to recognize that everyone has their limits.”
She teared up again. “You’re right,” she said. “I just can’t… I have this mental block when it comes to peeing. I just can’t do it if anyone could possibly overhear it, or even know about it. I know everyone pees, but it’s just… I can’t explain it!”
“Anxiety is irrational,” I said. “Perhaps we can work on this together. If you’ll have me, I’d like to stay with you for a long time, and we can make it a mutual mission to cure this pee-shyness.”
“Thank you,” she said. We walked back home, hand in hand, and when we got back, I helped her strip off her wet clothes. Then we had a steaming shower together. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to pee before bed. We made a compromise and placed a towel under her as we got to bed.
In the early morning, she nudged me awake. Wordlessly, she lifted the covers. Under her butt was a small wet patch, much smaller than the night before, but definitely another bed-wetting. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“It’s okay,” I offered.
“If you don’t mind, I’m going to the bathroom now,” she said, and winked. And that was the start of her cure for pathological pee-shyness.
Alternate ending (contains messing)
By now, every step was torture for Nina. Her pee-dance was extreme, she could not stand still for a moment, and again she refused to hold my hand. Her hands had more than enough containing the flood.
We passed by a convenience store and I suggested we get some snacks for the night before heading home. Nina’s eyes lit up at the thought of cutting the trip short, and she followed me in. I made sure to quickly grab some items; Nina hid in the back, where she could fidget and cross her legs and squeeze her crotch out of view. By now, I noticed she was also alternating her grip between her crotch and her butt. Of course! She hadn’t done number two all weekend either. This would not end well. I just hoped she’d make it home without stinky pants, although I very much doubted they’d be dry.
When it came time to pay, I discovered that I’d forgotten my wallet, and had to call her over to pay. Her steps were incredibly deliberate, every touch of her feet on the ground sending a devastating jolt to her bladder.
She was so out of it she fumbled for a minute with her purse before she found her wallet. This, of course, meant she could not employ any of her usual pee-holding tricks. And then the worst happened. A small wet patch bloomed on her bottom, but that wasn’t the worst of it. As I stared mesmerized at her ass, I could see a small bulge start to form, and a noxious smell began to fill the room. The clerk looked on in shock. Before he could say anything, Nina finished paying up, I grabbed our items and dragged her out of there.
She was tearing up. Her jeans were soaked front to back, glistening in the streetlights, and we had a long walk home where any passer-by would no doubt take note of her obvious accident.
“Who’s got the weak bladder again, remind me?” I said. I immediately regretted it. This was no time to be rude. I loved this girl: although this accident was entirely her own fault, I should be comforting her.
She responded aggressively. I guess her ego couldn’t handle any other response. “I’ve been holding it all fucking weekend and haven’t visited the restroom once! This is the first and only time it’s ever happened, and it will never happen again, and I’m not the one who’s always making pit stops because I can’t hold it for three freaking hours! Fuck you! Fuck your...” And then her outburst petered out. The embarrassment of her situation overtook the anger.
“Nina,” I said, doing my best impression of a parental tone. “I know that’s not true. I know you leaked yesterday evening, and I know you totally pissed the bed tonight. That’s three accidents in two days. And it’s all your own fault: you were the one who insisted on drinking like a camel, you were the one who passed up numerous opportunities to use the bathroom, and you were the one who told me off every time I suggested this might not be the greatest idea.”
She began to sob.
“And by the way, what’s that smell?”
She looked at me in horror.
“Did you also…?”
“No!” She yelled. “Okay, maybe I pissed myself, mock me all you want, but girls fart too. I did not fucking shit my pants like some toddler!”
“Nina...” I took hold of her shoulders and turned her around. As I did, I could see that the bulge had expanded. “I know you peed yourself three times this weekend, but you still haven’t gone number two. And that is clearly a load in your pants.”
She became hysterical. She was sobbing loudly, tears flowing through the fingers she held in front of her face. “I… I’m such a baby. I’m… I’m breaking up with you! I don’t deserve you!” She yelled.
Several passers-by turned to look, and I had to act quickly to calm her down. I hugged her again, from behind to hide her shameful bulge, and whispered to her: “No, you’re not a baby. You are too stubborn for your own good, but that’s the anxiety talking. Yes, you had a double-accident. But I am the one not deserving of such a beautiful girlfriend. Come on now. This is no cause for a break-up. Let me take you home and get you cleaned up. We’ll work on the pee-shyness, but this messing will never be mentioned again.”
At that, she calmed down slightly. “I feel disgusting,” she said. “And smell even worse.”
“Nothing some soap and a shower can’t fix,” I said. “Although the jeans and panties might be goners.”
We walked home in silence, me behind her so only the front end of her accident was visible. Once we got home, I followed her into the bathroom, but she told me she couldn’t stand for me to see her like this, so I let her clean up in peace. Once she was all done and clean, we headed for bed. She still couldn’t bring herself to pee before bed, but we compromised by placing a towel underneath her in bed.
In the morning, she nudged me awake and lifted the covers. Underneath her was a small wet spot, but nothing compared to the one from the night before. “Guess I had another accident,” she said. “But at least this one’s not messy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m gonna head for the bathroom and finish this pee before it all comes out in bed.” And that was the beginning of her journey towards overcoming her pee-shyness. Never again did she tease me about my so-called “weak bladder,” and for my part, I refrained from bringing up her messing.
Edited December 13, 2017 by satyr
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Quick Note: Around 2 years ago I posted a story here which was pretty well-received, titled "The Omorashi President." I had posted the first chapter fully expecting to continue it, but since I was finishing my graduate studies at the time I had sadly gotten caught up in work and ended up forgetting about this story for months. By the time I remembered it, the cutoff point for posting comments had passed and I figured no one would be interested in reading the next installment anyway. Recently though I decided, oh well, let's give it a shot anyway.
I made this chapter long as hell to make up for the multi-year gap between chapters. If this is received well I'll promise frequent updates, so let me know what you think!
Finally, I recommend you read the original story linked above, since it provides almost all the backstory and character descriptions, etc. etc.
Inauguration Day: Part II
Monday, January 20th, 2020
10:15 A.M.
The Oval Office
The door clicked shut, leaving Alisha Collins standing alone in the middle of the Oval Office. The room was immediately bathed in silence apart from the faint ticking of the grandfather clock standing resolutely against the wall, the gentle whisper of windswept snow blowing against the great windows, and the subtle whisking of her pantyhose-clad legs feverishly scissoring back and forth. As the blizzard outside began to subside, sunshine broke through the windows and cast their golden rays upon a small, almost imperceptible golden spot in the carpet between her feet. The warm light danced across the room, revealing the damp streaks descending along her pantyhose and betraying the unimaginable enormity of the predicament the 22-year-old now found herself in.
The calm and cool façade she had attempted to display just minutes ago was shattered, replaced by the trembling fear of a young woman trapped in a situation which was quickly spiraling out of her control. She ran through a mental recap of her day: it’s my first day interning at the White House, I got lost and showed up late, the chief of staff probably thinks I’m incompetent, the president wants to meet with me personally, and to top everything off I’m about to piss all over myself. She tightly crossed one leg over the other and bounced in her heels.
Her bladder ached with the tremendous pressure of what seemed like gallons of pee stretching it to its limits. She tried gently caressing her bulging lower abdomen, but the added tightness of her skirt caused her to almost instantly release yet another jet of hot piss. She gasped, crossed her legs even tighter and frantically continued her dance. She could feel her panties were saturated by now, and the tiny rivulets which ran down her legs became cold within seconds. Tears began to well in her eyes as she began to accept the inevitable, that she would wet herself in the White House.
Her pee dance was at a crescendo, if that was possible. She alternated bending one leg at the knee, bringing her heel out behind her before repeating it with her other leg, all while jamming her hand against the crotch of her skirt and applying much-needed pressure. She needed to pee somewhere, anywhere, now.
Her eyes glanced across the room toward the Resolute Desk, its rich, dark wood contrasted against the pristine white of the carpet and the shimmering sunlight landing on its surface. Her mind swimming in desperation, her legs all but welded together, she made the first delicate steps toward the desk to look for a trashcan she could use to relieve herself. She minced, slowly but surely, as every other step caused the tiniest trickle of pee to be released, not granting an ounce of relief but further dampening her legs. I need to go, she thought, I need to go, I need to go, as she felt her control slipping away
Alisha made it to the desk. She stopped as a powerful bladder spasm rocked her, forcing her to bend over double and jam her hand into her crotch before any more pee escaped. She tottered in her heels around to the back of the massive desk, only to have her hopes crushed once more; nothing but the leather desk chair and two flap poles flanking the massive bay windows, with no trashcan in sight.
Nothing to pee in.
No relief. No control.
Just… warmth.
Warmth?
Warmth.
The realization hit her in stages. She felt the inside of her thighs grow unmistakably warm, followed by the backs of her calves and the bottoms of her feet. It felt pleasant, relaxing even. This was soon followed by the pitter-patter sound of liquid trickling onto thick carpet beneath her heels, then by the sensation of pee spraying into her panties, pooling against her pussy before flowing down her legs. After what seemed an eternity did Alisha finally realize what she was doing. She was, in fact, pissing herself all over the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office.
But what was most remarkable was that, in that moment, as hot pee hissed out of her in a torrent and landed in a growing puddle below which she couldn’t do anything about, she lost her sense of where she was, her focus entirely on her accident.
In her frantic, desperate state, the sensation of her ocean of piss finally exploding out of her, the feeling of her overfilled bladder returning to its normal size, the unbearable pressure slowly washing away, amounted to relief on a cosmic, euphoric, orgasmic scale.
The relief and adrenaline of the situation combined within her and caused her legs to tremble. She spread her arms across the desk to support herself as she continued to piss, her legs buckling and causing streams to cascade into a new puddle. The back of her pencil-tight skirt was becoming absolutely soaked. Relishing in the sensations, her breath grew long and hard as she leaned against the wooden surface, closing her eyes while the cool mahogany pressed against her body.
The bliss continued for nearly a minute, although to Alisha it may as well have lasted for years on end. The torrent began to subside as she felt the last few trickles escape from her and drip down her soaked pantyhose. Finally, the hissing finished entirely, returning the office to its quiet calmness punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of dripping onto the now-saturated carpet and the faintest whisper of wind on the glass behind.
Alisha’s breath was heavy from the exertion of holding. She noticed her lips were dry from the constant panting she had been doing; she gently ran her tongue across them to give them moisture.
She tossed her hair behind her shoulders and slowly opened her eyes just as the sound of a doorknob being turned reached her ears.
***
Monday, January 20th, 2020
10:25 A.M.
The Oval Office
President Daniel Bennett was discussing the ongoing conflict situation in Eastern Syria with his military advisors when he entered the Oval and saw a young woman standing behind his desk.
The intern from earlier.
She was leaning against the Resolute Desk, her face flushed and partially obscured by strands of hair. It was difficult to tell from across the room, but her clothes looked disheveled and her forehead was coated with beads of perspiration. He stopped in the doorway as his eyes locked with hers. She returned the gaze, surprise and terror clearly displayed on her face.
“Ms. Collins?” he asked, blocking the view of the generals behind him. She opened her mouth as if to offer a reply, but her trembling lips gave only silence in return.
Bennett glanced around the room; everything looked to be exactly the way it was just minutes ago when he addressed the incoming interns. The snow continued to fall outside and the light continued to stream inside. The sunshine fell upon the lush carpet which also looked to be untouched, except….
“Admiral, let’s move this to the Situation Room,” he said, turning to the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and the other generals. “I’ll be down there in ten.”
“Of course, thank you, Mr. President,” the Chairman replied, obviously confused but not saying another word as he and the other top brass left.
“Tessa,” he added to his secretary seated just outside the office, “hold all calls for a few minutes, alright?”
“Yes, sir,” the secretary replied.
Bennett slowly walked through the doorway and closed the door behind him with a soft click. The bustling noise of the West Wing was masked by a familiar calm. “Miss Collins?” he asked again, softly. “Is everything alright?”
He continued forward into the center of the room. Stepping around the couches and coffee table, he moved toward the area of carpet that had caught his attention: amidst the sea of crystal-white fabric, a clearly dampened section – no bigger than a baseball, if that –was just noticeably a different color than the rest.
Bennett stopped just before the desk and placed his hands in his pockets. The young woman had her head bowed and remained silent. The room was still, apart from the faint ticking of the clock and even fainter sniffling from Alisha.
The president cleared his throat before whispering once more, “Alisha?”
Alisha finally raised her head toward Bennett, but her eyes, which by now were welling up with tears, continued to be focused on the desk in front of her. “Yes, Mr. President?” she said, barely above that of a whisper.
Bennett was relieved to hear her say something, anything. “Alisha, what’s wrong?”
Her lips quivered for a few seconds more before they managed to annunciate. “Sir,” she began but faltered immediately. “I-… I, um, was w-waiting for you, but…”
“Come around this side of the desk, let’s have a seat and talk,” he offered. He started to pull aside one of the chairs for her before realizing that she hadn’t moved an inch.
“Alisha, come have a seat,” he repeated, gently but firmly.
She audibly sighed before slowly walking around the wooden desk toward the president. As she walked forward Bennett’s view of Alisha changed. He was able to see the length of her skirt now. Halfway down, right in the center of the material, a noticeably darker patch of fabric hung heavy. He could see her pantyhose-clad legs. Dark, tanned streaks ran haphazardly down the inside of her thighs and around the back of her calves. He saw her heels; they glistened in the light of the room with an apparent sheen. With each new step, a faint, squishing sound could be heard and a wet footprint impression was left in the carpet.
The intern finally stood before the president, whose face displayed shock and confusion.
“Alisha?”
Her previously silent demeanor immediately transformed. “Oh Mr. President, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what to say, I waited for you just like you asked but I’ve had to use the toilet for ages and I didn’t get the chance to go when I got here and I couldn’t hold it anymore, I feel absolutely mortified and I promise I’ll pay for any cleaning costs and, and….” The rest trailed off into heavy sobs.
Bennett stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Alisha, shhh, take a breath,” he whispered softly. “It’s okay, it’s alright. Tears have never been a solution to anything.”
She felt his hands gently massaging her shoulders, which helped calm her down somewhat. She eventually managed to get her sobs under control and stood there silently.
Bennett glanced down; her long, brown hair cascaded down the back of her silk blouse and ended just above the waist of her pencil-tight gray skirt. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a few drops of liquid falling from its hem and pattering to the floor between her shoes. Being so close together he was able to smell her perfume as it drifted upward. He felt the young woman trembling beneath his touch as she finally looked upward, once more locking eyes with him. He was the president, she a brand-new intern. The uncertainty, the expectation, the vulnerability were palpable.
The sight of Alisha standing before him in such a state was unlike anything he had experienced. The surprise had melted into intrigue and was now taking on the familiar sparks of longing and lust. Her gaze was entrancing, pulling him inward…
“Mr. President?” Her words, though whispered, snapped him from his trance. He refocused his mind, making sure his face didn’t betray his inner thoughts.
“Alright, let’s figure out what we can do about this,” he announced, breaking away from Alisha and heading around behind the desk. He pressed a button on the telephone. “Tessa, would you come in here for a moment, please?”
Bennett noticed Alisha’s face blushing with a renewed crimson. “Don’t worry, Tessa is my private secretary. If I can trust her to keep top-level state secrets, I can trust her discretion with this,” he reassured her. Her face showed the slightest of smiles in return.
The door opened and in walked the president’s secretary. She looked at the scene and displayed her own version of surprise before turning toward the president. “Yes, sir?”
“Tessa, I need you to do a few things for me. I want you to call a cab for Ms. Collins here and show her to my private office while she waits. I’ll also need you to cancel any meetings I have in here for the remainder of the day. And call the White House Curator about having the Oval cleaned as quickly as possible.”
“Of course, Mr. President,” Tessa replied, walking toward Alisha and gently guiding her toward one of the side doors along the wall. “Right this way, sweetheart,” she added comfortingly. Alisha started gingerly walking toward the door, her skirt and shoes continuing to leave a trail of drips behind her. Tessa followed, awkwardly avoiding the spots herself.
Once she reached the door, Alisha slowly turned back toward Bennett. “Mr. President, I really don’t know what to say,” she spoke softly, her voice cracking with emotion, glancing at the ground at her feet. “I’m speechless. I’m so incredibly sorry for all this. I’ll leave my badge on the way out.”
“And why would you do that?” he asked.
“Well… I mean, after this… I assumed there’s no way you’d want me in the building….”
“Alisha, the reason I wanted to speak with you earlier is that you seem to be a confident and professional intern, and I’ve not seen any indication as to why that is no longer the case besides a little accident,” he smiled. “I’d very much like you to stay on and serve your country here in the White House.”
Alisha blushed once more. “It’d be an honor, Mr. President. Thank you so very much.”
“Of course. Now go take the rest of the day off. I want to see you bright and early tomorrow morning.”
Tessa led the intern through the door and closed it behind her, leaving the president standing at his desk to be alone with his thoughts. He glanced downward, only then noticing that the carpet he was standing on was absolutely soaked in pee. He quietly sat down in his chair and observed the puddle below.
Yes, of course he wanted the young woman to stay in the program for her dedication and demeanor. But more than that, never in his lifetime had he ever been so entranced by something, especially such an otherwise off-putting event as someone pissing herself. He knew deep down that he should feel disgusted and infuriated about the whole situation; he hadn’t been president for more than four hours now and already had his office unusable, and the lightly-yellow puddle at his feet had definitely stained the carpet permanently.
But despite that, he couldn’t erase the sight of the intern stood before him, her legs absolutely drenched, her skirt dripping with pee, her face turning a deep shade of red, knowing that whatever it was, it had awakened something in the 46th President of the United States.
***
Monday, January 20th, 2020
12:00 P.M.
Downtown Washington, D.C.
Just over an hour after the most embarrassing moment of her life, Alisha was headed back to her apartment in a taxi, crawling through the snow-strewn streets of Washington at a snail’s pace. The driver, upon seeing the state of her skirt and legs, had nearly refused to let her in the cab before she handed him all the cash she had left in her wallet. The balding man begrudgingly accepted the fare and she climbed into the vehicle, awkwardly shifting her position on the sodden fabric beneath her butt.
Mortified beyond belief, she wanted nothing more than to get home as fast as humanly possible, but on a day like this it seemed she couldn’t even have that. The street was shrouded in whipping, blinding snowfall which obscured the crimson taillights of the traffic ahead. The sidewalks were barren apart from one or two brave souls bundled against the frigid weather. Alisha’s eyes glanced at the scene in front, then at her watch, before sighing heavily and sinking deeper into her seat. Her pantyhose were still quite damp and clung coldly to her legs. Her eyeliner was streaked with tears from earlier, and her hair was blown into a wild disarray.
As the minutes ticked by she realized that she had been unconsciously bobbing her legs together rhythmically. Once she noticed this she quickly became aware as to the reason, as she sensed an all-too-familiar feeling building behind her waistband.
No fucking way. Not again.
Her eyes darted to the almost-finished bottle of water resting next to her on the seat. She felt the beginnings of an unmistakable urge to pee, crossing one leg over the other in response. She wasn’t desperate, not yet at least, but with the traffic moving at such a sluggish pace she couldn’t help but feel concerned.
“So how much longer do you think this’ll take?” she called up to the driver as nonchalantly as possible, subtly recrossing her legs and rubbing the back of her calves.
The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror. “Don’t know. To be honest I’m not sure how long it’ll take to get to the next block.”
“Any chance you can go a bit faster? I’ll pay extra.” She didn’t like the prospect of being stuck in the middle of downtown without knowing where the nearest toilet was.
“Yeah, sure thing love. Let me just hop the curb here and drive through the convention center, we’ll be there in no time.”
What a dick.
“Look, I’m already paying a ton for this ride, just get me home asap,” she huffed, turning her attention toward her phone to distract herself from her growing need.
Over the next 30 minutes, the cab had made its way through the busiest area of downtown and was slowly but surely making its way toward the northwest quadrant. Despite nearly sliding off the road twice and needing to take alternate routes, the journey was nearing its conclusion. And yet for Alisha, the experience seemed to be dragging on way too long. After the exhaustion of wetting herself earlier, her muscles were much weaker and she was having trouble holding back the second growing urge in her bladder. She found herself crossing and recrossing her legs constantly and placing a hand against her crotch whenever she was sure the driver wasn’t looking back at her. She softly bit her bottom lip to stifle any sounds of growing desperation.
How the hell could this be happening to me twice in one day? she thought. This is ridiculous, how absolutely crap can one day get?
The cab was only minutes away now from her apartment and she was determined to make it this time. She honestly couldn’t care less if anyone saw her holding herself at this point, just as long as she was able to sit on an actual toilet and relieve her tired bladder. Her legs scisssored against each other, up and down, up and down, as her right hand clutched her pussy and her left gripped the door handle, ready to sprint to her front door as soon as the vehicle parked. The driver looked at her in the mirror.
“Look, you’ve already soaked my seats with your wet clothes, if you piss in here you’ll be paying for the reupholstering,” he warned.
“Won’t be necessary if you fucking step on it,” she hissed back, her forehead once again coated in sweat. She was close to panicking; she knew it was only a matter of minutes before she lost control again.
The driver mercifully complied and double-timed it the last few blocks until they finally parked outside the apartment complex. The car had barely stopped rolling before she was desperately pulling at the handle to get out.
“How do I get out?!” she begged frantically.
“Easy!” the man shouted, “you’ll break the handle off!” He shifted into park and the doors automatically unlocked, allowing Alisha to finally escape and step directly into a snowbank along the curbside.
She trudged through the frigid snow and ice which engulfed her heels, barely holding back a torrent of pee from leaking out in the process. Hobbling up the walkway to the building entrance, she dug in her handbag for her identification card and apartment key, shivering intensely from the subzero temperatures and from the effort of not pissing herself. She finally made it inside the building and pranced toward to the elevators, rapidly pressing the call button as she stepped feverishly from one foot to the other. The elevators took an eternity here, and Alisha truly doubted whether she could make it after all the waiting she already had done. At long last, the elevator doors opened with a beautiful ding and she scampered inside, jamming the number four and waiting for the doors to close again before furiously grabbing herself with all her might. This was going to be a record-breaking close call she was sure of it.
Seconds later the elevator opened on her floor. Leaving behind all semblance of dignity, she buried her hand in her crotch as she full-on sprinted to her apartment, feeling spurts of pee leaking into her palm and dripping through her fingers. She couldn’t wait anymore, it was now or never. She desperately worked her key into the lock and heard the satisfying click of the door unlocking.
Must. Pee. Must. Pee.
Alisha nearly somersaulted into the living room. The place was silent; her roommate, Emily, was apparently braving the elements somewhere. She slammed the door behind her, kicked off her heels, and ran the final stretch to the bathroom down the hall. She yanked open the bathroom door and shut it behind her just as her bladder accepted the second defeat of the day. A deluge of piss blasted into her still-damp panties, running down her legs in full-force and quickly collecting at her feet. She gasped in sheer relief. The toilet was now too far away to be worth the added mess, so she simply hopped into the bathtub next to the door, removed her hand from her pussy, tilted her head back, and let go.
The panic and desperation gave way to the same feelings of orgasmic euphoria she had felt in the Oval Office. She sighed as over a liter of pale-yellow liquid cascaded from between her legs, streaming over her thighs all the way down to her feet and meandering toward the drain. The gusset of her panties was soaked to the point where it couldn’t hold a single extra drop of pee, becoming a translucent barrier between her pussy and the crotch of her pantyhose from which the liquid passed through unabated. The sensations were overwhelming her, and she subconsciously bore down to force her bladder to empty with as much pressure as she could manage.
Her breath once again ran rough and ragged, quickly turning into pants of sheer ecstasy. The warmth she felt against her clit was spreading outward, tingling her core and reaching upward to her breasts. Her hands moved across her body, tracing the erect outline of her nipples behind the fabric of her blouse with her right and brushing a finger against her moist lips with the left. Glancing in the mirror across the room, her face had taken on a deep blush and her pupils dilated with lust and longing. These signs were very much familiar to her, too, and it wasn’t long before she was moaning and panting on the crest of the strongest orgasm she had felt in years.
Alisha didn’t know why her two accidents in one day were turning her on so much. But in that moment it didn’t matter as her legs buckled and she sank to her knees, as she rode wave after wave of bliss, as piss continued to soak the back of her skirt, as her eyes closed and her smile widened, knowing that whatever it was, it had awakened something in the 22-year-old female intern....
To be continued (for real this time)...
Edited December 13, 2017 by lmnoP
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Kelly was a very pretty and sort of tomboyish red head. That day at the gym she wore tight, black leggings and a green top. They were so tight her breasts and butt stuck out with the tights running up her crotch. As she ran on the treadmill and guzzled down her second bottle of water, the guy’s behind admired her look. The cheeks bouncing back and forth. Next to her was Asia. A tan, tall woman, in her mid-twenties like Kelly and wore the same tight, black leggings. They were above the ankles to show a little bit of leg. Her tight white top pressed in on her chest.
“What a day to workout, right?” Asia asked Kelly.
Kelly nodded in agreement. “Yeah. What would make it better is if those PERVS BEHIND US WOULD SOTP STARING AT OUR ASS!”
The two guys blushed and ran off as the gym clapped for the strong women who stood up for themselves. Asia and Kelly, two regulars at the gym and knew each other well high-fived each other.
Those two guys, Brock and Ben, were so humiliated they wanted revenge. They saw the women’s restroom and saw it had a lock on the inside. It was a one-person toilet with a window. “Hey, what if one of us jacks this shit and just heads out the window when they’ve had enough?” asked Ben.
Brock said, “IF they ever get enough.” They laughed like evil twins at the end of a hallway in a horror film.
After twenty-five minutes on the treadmill, Kelly and Asia’s bladder had filled with enough water and bounced around so much that they were more than ready for a bathroom break.
They walked off, sweaty and hot, causing their big breasts to near see through.
“I got to take a piss,” Kelly said.
Asia nodded and smiled. “Dude, me too. So please don’t take long.”
They laughed as they approached the bathroom door. Kelly grabbed the door handle and pulled it was locked!
She let out a moan of despair, and so did Asia. They stood against the wall next to the door, legs crossed, arms crossed on chest, and waited. And waited….
…and waited. Ten minutes had gone by. Ten minutes of these two poor girls, who had guzzled down two bottles of water each as they worked out for an hour at the gym. That water had flowed the rest of the way from the entrance of their mouths, down into their stomachs, through their systems, absorbed into their organs and blood, and then poured as a heavy, clear, yet boiling liquid of PEE!!!! Ten minutes they stood there, knowing they were literally a door away from a much-needed relief. It made the aching in their bladders so much worse.
Kelly let out another breath. She frowned and had little puppy dog eyes that looked so cute with her freckles and spicy red hair. While Asia’s legs stayed crossed and she bounced here and there, Kelly had her foot out and tapped waiting and waiting.
She held her arms around her tors pushing in her breasts as one could she her butt cheeks squeeze from the tightness of her black, tight leggings. They looked basically like her skin but made from black leather. How the hell did she even get those things on. Needless to say, the tight clothes did not make these two girls any more comfortable.
“I feel like I’m gonna die!” Kelly said to Asia.
Asia nodded in agreement. “How long has it been? I lost count?
Kelly looked at her watch. “Fifteen minutes at least since we got to the door.”
“What the hell?!?” Asia said, annoyed.
Kelly knocked on the door. “Hey, are you almost done? This is the only working toilet in the gym you know?”
Brock said from behind the door in a high girly voice, “Almost done!” He flushed, and the sound through the door made Kelly and Asia squirm like they were shivering covered in cold water. Thinking that made it worse.
“I hope she—EEE!” shrieked Kelly. She sweat on her forehead as the pulsing in her bladder pushed out a small, stream that leaked into her panties. The warm, moist feeling caused both intense nerves, and begging for salvation. She knocked hard on the door. “Ok, please, PLEASE hurry up! I really have to go!”
“WE have to go!” yelled Asia.
Brock and Ben only giggled from the inside. “Bro,” said Brock. “Maybe we should head out now.”
“Yeah,” said Ben. He reached for the window and pulled it open. But it pulled up with the wall. The wall around it pulled up with the window. “What the?” These two were high as clouds in the sky since they spiked their protein shakes with a little MJ, so they were not sure if this was real or hallucination. Sadly…it was real. Not sad for them…but for the girls…well…
“Bro,” said Brock. “That’s not a window. It’s just a poster of the outside with a window picture.” It was just a poster in the bathroom with a window showing the sun. It looked like it was a large picture a kid drew wit crayons. It said, “Enjoy the Great Outdoors!”
“Um, oops,” said Ben.
Kelly and Asia continued to squirm after twenty minutes of waiting for the toilet. They turned red and felt humiliated as guys passed them and laughed seeing them wait so long. Oh, the torture. Kelly spurted a little more leakage in her panties.
“AHH!” Asia yelled. So, did she. She covered her mouth and backed. She felt her belly tremble as if something vibrated inside of it “Um…Kelly!”
Kelly could barely pay attention. Her bladder was rock solid when she pushed on it. She was crying a little from the stabbing pain in her waist/bladder area.
“Kelly?” Asia said as she tapped Kelly’s shoulder.
Kelly hopped. She grabbed her crotch and legs turned inwards at the knees. “Oh no!”
“What?”
“Asia…I don’t think I can hold it in much LON-LONGER!” Kelly found it hard to keep her words together.
Meanwhile twiddle dee and dumbass in the bathroom rubbed their chins wondering what to do.
“Bro,” said Brock.
“Yeah?” asked Ben.
“Why did we even come in here in the first place?”
Oh geez.
Kelly wrestled with the door knob. She kicked, pulled on the handle, it was her greatest workout today. She could NOT WET HERSELF IN FRONT OF EVERYONE! She looked terrified at Asia who was leaking through her leggings onto a puddle on the floor that spread five feet wide around her. Asia cried hysterically as people watched in amazement, fear, and turned on. Asia turned red and fell to her knees in defeat.
Kelly feared the worst for her as well. Her panties were already very damp and she felt leakage down her leg. She raised her foot high in the air and kicked the door hard. It opened. Ben and Brock had their heads in the toilet (trying to get out through the sewer…pot heads).
“You guys!’ Kelly grabbed them and tossed them in the hall. She was about to pound them, but felt her bladder about to rupture. She ran in the bathroom, ripped her leggings down, sat and let out a stream of golden purity pee as her belly deflated. She just avoided the same terrible faith as her best friend. “Oh ho ho ho ho oh,” Kelly moaned in relief. Yet guilt for her friend.
Ben and Brock were arrested for being in the girl’s room and taking drugs. Due to shy bladders, they could never pee in their two-year sentence in prison. When they got out and walked in public they burst and were humiliated. Asia caught it all on camera and posted it online.
TITLE: Convicted of Pissing Themselves!
THE END. |
Chapter one
Danny was 24, 6 feet tall, with brown hair, blue eyes, and sexy chiseled jaw kind of handsome. He had just finished getting his education degree and was set to start his first teaching Job; high school science teacher.
When Danny was 21 he had just finished his third year of university working on his biology degree prior to getting his education degree he was in a car accident. He was injured pretty badly, he spent just under a month in hospital before being transferred to a rehab centre for another six weeks. When he left the rehab centre he looked like he had recovered 100%. Unfortunately for Danny that wasn't the case. He left wearing a diaper and has been wearing one ever since. He had some pretty severe nerve damage to his bladder and as a result couldn't tell when he was 'full'. An awareness of his fluid intake and a regular toileting routine meant he stayed dry most of the time, but he couldn't rely on that. Especially not around a group of teenagers that he needed the respect of. It was not a risk he was willing to take. Wearing diapers to work itself was a risk, but a wet diaper is better than wet pants.
A few days before school started Danny found himself at the school with the other teachers, preparing for the year ahead. He had received his class schedule and his assigned class room. His schedule was perfect. There were five classes in a day, three before lunch and two after, he wasn't sure how he got so lucky but he had his spare period scheduled for the second class block of the day. He would be able to use the bathroom before school, after first period, again before second period, beginning and end of lunch. He was a little worried about the time after lunch when he had two classes back to back. He figured limiting his fluid intake and making sure to use the washroom right at the end of lunch and right away after last period he should be fine. His class room was only located two doors down from the staff lounge that had a large private bathroom. Using the washroom, and even changing if needed would be easy and comfortable in there and he should be able to hide it from the other staff members easily.
The alarm clock woke both Danny and Mark on Monday morning, first day of school for Danny. Danny and Mark had been together since about four months before Danny's accident. Danny wasn't sure Mark was going to stick around, after all who wants to be in an intimate relationship with someone who semi frequently wets them selves and wets the bed every night. But Mark was a trooper, he stuck with Danny through it all, wet pants out in public, waking up to soaked sheets until the found a diaper that would hold it all over night. He was nothing but kind and sympathetic towards Danny and his new found incontinence. Danny had been reconsidering teaching as a career path after his accident, but Mark pushed him to keep going. It had been his dream job since he was a child. So Danny persevered, finished his undergrad with a degree in Biology minoring in physics and gained admittance to the senior years education program. After six years of study today was the day, he finally had a classroom of his own and kids to teach.
To say he was nervous would be an understatement. He took a few minutes in bed to try and get himself together. He cuddled up to mark ignoring the saturated diaper between his legs, a quick feel around his bottom showed no leakage. He figured he was safe for a few minutes at least. He moved in close, laid his head on Marks chest while he threw one leg over marks hips and his arm over his abdomen. He never gave it much thought but in this position Mark could feel Danny's very full diaper press up against his hip. He wasn't sure why but it felt kind of nice. Danny spoke to Mark about his fears for the day, he had the usual first day jitters that he assumed most teachers had, but he also had the additional fear of having an accident. What if he had an accident in front of a student. There would be no way to recover from that. The point was hit home when he felt his diaper grow warm again, he felt the hot moisture bathing his privates. He should have gotten up when his alarm went off. He tried to disengage himself from Mark but Mark wouldn't let him go. He too could feel the diaper swell some more and felt the heat of it on his hip. He could wait a minute before showering and changing. He was already upset and Mark wanted to help ease that before letting him go. He reminded him that even if he did have an accident that no one but him would know. The diapers he had were excellent, and since switching has hardly ever leaked, and when he has its always been because of more than one big wetting before changing. Wetting himself at school shouldn't be a problem as long as he changed promptly. Also, when they had gone shopping for new clothes for the school year Danny had picked out nothing but black dress pants and slacks, he was leaving nothing up to chance. Once Mark had sufficiently calmed Danny down he turned his focus to something more fun.
Before he knew it, Danny was on his back on the bed with Mark in between his legs on top of him. He leaned down and began kissing him. The kissing was getting more and more heated. Danny had almost forgotten about his soaked diaper and his need to shower and change until Mark began grinding his hips in to Danny's, though instead of feeling Marks's hardness he only felt the squish of a wet diaper between them. It was more than a little disheartening. For Danny any way, Mark didn't seem to mind. Danny put a stop to their activities and suggested they take it to the shower. He was always much more comfortable fooling around in the shower. Their shower was big and roomy with two shower heads and had a bench, it was a comfortable, big space to play around in. Danny didn't need to worry about having an accident in the shower. Mark jumped out of be first, walking naked, erection leading the way to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Danny followed behind, his full diaper sagging as he walked.
After their shower fun both Danny and Mark got ready for work. Mark was heading off to his job at the bank, he was a financial advisor. He had been doing it for the last two years while Danny was getting his teaching degree, it was how the could afford the nice apartment with the giant shower. Danny got ready for school. He wore one of his night diapers, it was a little on the thick side but stood up the best to a flooding. He was hoping he wouldn't need it. Over the diaper was his snap crotch onesie followed by black dress pants and a button down shirt tucked in to his pants. After examining himself for almost a full five minutes in the mirror he determined that you really could see the diaper under his clothes. Satisfied with his appearance he headed out the door to his car. Off to the first day of school.
The morning went smoothly as anticipated. Danny had managed to remain dry. He had only had one cup of coffee in the morning and had gone to the bathroom five times between arriving at school and the end of lunch the lunch hour. Probably overkill, but he was nervous. What he was really afraid of was the two periods after lunch. He had gone just before starting forth period but still couldn't help but worry.
Thankfully everything had turned out fine. Danny had finished out the first day and the next three dry. It was Friday morning and he and Mark were both getting ready for work.
"You know, I was really worried but it seems to be going pretty well. I have myself on a schedule and its really been working." Danny beamed as he spoke to Mark while getting dressed.
"Thats awesome babe. You wanna go out tonight? Maybe celebrate your first week as the hottest science teacher I've ever seen?" Mark replied wagging his eyebrows at Danny.
"That sounds awesome, how about wings and bowling?"
"It's a date! see you tonight baby." Mark gave him a quick kiss on the lips and a smack on his padded behind before walking out the front door. Danny followed suit not long after, making it to school in plenty time.
He kept up his usual drinking and toileting routine. The day was going well, the kids were paying a little less attention as it was a Friday but that was to be expected. He had just finished his last lesson of the day, grade 12 biology and was busy packing his bag, taking papers home to grade over the weekend. Just as he was getting ready to walk out the class room and head the the washroom before heading home for the weekend a senior student, Andy something walked in to the class room to ask for some clarification on the weekend homework. Danny happily spoke to the boy as he reached into his back pack to pull out the assignment. They were both standing at Danny's desk, the paper on top of it while Danny was explaining the directions a little more clearly.
He was mid sentence when he felt it. His genitals being bathed in hot urine, his diaper thirstily drinking it all up. He stumbled on his words for a second or two before continuing, hoping his student couldn't hear the tell tale hiss of a bladder letting go. He was starting to get worried about leaks when he could feel his wasn't stopping. He reminded himself these diapers could stand up to floods. He eventually stopped peeing, he couldn't feel anything running down his legs and he wasn't about to check in front of a student. He finished up the conversation, once Andy had left he closed the classroom door and felt along his bottom. No leaks, when he was walking he could feel that his diaper was quite heavy and full, it had been a large pee. He could feel tears stinging his eyes. He didn't want to cry over this but he was mortified. He had just hopelessly wet his pants while standing next to a student. The young man didn't seem to notice, but Danny still felt terrible. He bypassed the bathroom at the school, it was the end of the day. He opted instead to hop in his car and head home. |
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Chapter 2
Mark was on his way home from work on Friday afternoon, he was in a good mood. Hopeful about his and Danny's date tonight. The two needed a night out to have some fun, wings and bowling would be perfect. His mood fell when he got home. He saw Danny sitting on the couch in the living room, dressed in a t-shirt, gym shorts with wet hair and red rimmed eyes. He dropped is brief case buy the door and went to Danny on the couch.
"You wanna talk about it?" He quietly asked as he pulled Danny towards him, trying to offer what ever physical comfort he could.
Danny didn't speak, just leaned in to Marks embrace and shook his head 'no.'
"Did you have an accident at school?" Mark softly asked?
Again, Danny didn't speak, just nodded his head 'yes' into Marks chest.
"Did you leak?"
Once again, the only response Mark got was a slow head shale of 'no.'
Mark sighed quietly. "Hun, can I ask why you're so upset about this? You knew it was a possibility. That's why you wear protection. If you don't leak I bet no one had any idea."
Danny sniffed, and looked at mark with watery eyes. "Because I'm 24 years old and I pissed my self while talking to some 17 year old kid. I literally stood there trying to explain something to him and pissed my self, like a fucking baby. I shouldn't have to wear a diaper to school, its humiliating." Mark just pulled him closer when Danny started to cry.
"I know, its not fair." Mark didn't know what else he could say to comfort Danny. Instead he opted to just hold him close and let him cry. When Danny had finally quieted down and stopped crying Mark spoke up again. "Hey, we decided this morning that we would go out tonight. Celebrate your first week of teaching, I still want to go. So you didn't make it through the week dry, you still made it through the week and I have never been more proud of you."
"Really?" Danny asked skeptically. Unable to accept himself and his incontinence he has always had a really hard time believing Mark when he said it doesn't bother him.
"Yes, really. I know you don't believe me when I tell you, but I really don't care about what kind of underwear you have to wear, or whether it is wet or dry. I love you."
"I love you too. I should go change and get ready, and we can head out." Danny said, looking down at himself. Mark followed his line of sight and noticed the tell tale puffiness of a wet diaper through Danny's gym shorts.
"Okay babe. I'll change out of my work clothes too."
Mark was in the bedroom, having just finished getting changed when Danny walked out of the bathroom wearing just a clean, new diaper. "Hey come here babe." Mark called said to Danny. After all the years together Danny still sometimes seemed shy around Mark. Mark always tried to bottler his confidence with physical affection. Once Danny was within arms reach Mark pulled him towards him, grabbing him by his ass and pulling his body up against his own before pressing his lips up against Danny's. He released Danny and gave him a loving pat on the behind as he left him in the bedroom to et dressed for their date.
Neither man was hungry yet so they chose to go bowling before heading out for wings. Danny, always conscious of people noticing his diapers wore a darker denim jean, with a snap crotch T-shirt under the casual button down he wore.
Bowling proved to be a great time, they only played one game. At the end of the ten frats Danny had beaten Mark with 180 points to 153. In all the fun Danny hadn't remembered to use the bathroom before they left the bowling alley. Mark was driving the two of them to the pub for supper when he noticed his own bladder was a little full. He had no doubt about making it to the pub, but he was worried about Danny, his own bladders signal had him thinking about Danny. He hadn't paid attention but he was sure Danny didn't use the bathroom before they left the alley. He probably hadn't gone since he wet himself on the couch earlier. He didn't want to say anything as Danny seemed to be a little sensitive about his issues today, he just hoped if Danny did have an accident it wouldn't ruin their evening.
Danny was having a similar thought sitting in the passenger side. "When do you think we'll get to the pub?" He asked hoping to sound nonchalant about the situation.
"Umm, maybe 10, 15 minutes I guess." Mark replied. "You want me to stop if I see somewhere?"
"No. I'm good." Taking a deep breath Danny calmed himself. Mark seemed to be having such a great time, he wasn't going to wreck that for him. He had packed a couple extra diapers just incase. He was going to try and be more accepting of himself. If he was being honest most of the time it didn't get to him quite as much as it had today, he chalked it up to having had his first accident at his first career. Danny just noticed the sign for pub up ahead when he felt his lap getting warm and wet, he reached down with his right hand and felt the heat and swelling of his diaper through his pants. 'I can handle this' he told himself. 'We are having a great night, a little pee isn't going to stop that.'. "Can you try and park a way from everyone else? I need to change before we head in." Danny asked.
Mark smiled, Danny didn't seem too upset. He reached over and squeezed Danny's left hand. "Sure babe." He replied as they were pulling in. "Doesn't look too busy, I should be able to get a private spot." Mark had thought about this many times, but never had the nerve to broach the topic before, but sitting in the car next to him, and not having to look at Danny in the eyes as he said it gave him some courage. "Maybe you could get changed in the back and I could help you." There he had said it, couldn't take it back now. He could feel Danny looking at him. He had just parked the vehicle but still wasn't able to turn his head to look at Danny.
"You want to help me change?" Danny asked.
"Help, or you know, do it for you." Mark said still unable to look at Danny. Danny simply squeezed the hand he was still holding. "Sure."
Mark finally turned to look at Danny "Really?"
"Yeah, I'll be honest I'm nervous, but if you want to then sure." The smile on Marks face told Danny that is what he was hoping to hear.
They both exited the vehicle and headed towards the back of Mark's SUV. "So how do you. want me?" Mark asked.
"I guess just take off your pants and lay down, maybe bend your knees so your butt is near the tailgate and I can reach." Mark replied.
Danny started to undo his pants when Mark grabbed and pulled him towards him, Danny could feel Marks Boner against him as he kissed him quickly. "Just wanted a quick kiss." Mark said blushing.
Danny did as asked, he removed his pants and climbed into the back of the SUV, thankfully they were parked in a rather dead parking lot, in the corner and had some bushes for cover.
Mark made quick work of unfastening the tapes of Danny's wet diaper. Danny was laying there exposed. His dick was confused, it didn't know whether to be hard or soft. The look on Marks face and the noises he made as he uncovered Danny aroused him. The sheer nerves of the experience were weighing on him. Mark helped his penis decide though. After giving it a quick wipe with the baby wipe he felt Marks hot mouth sliding down his shaft. He was definitely hard now. "Hmm, can't put a fresh diaper on with an erection. We'll have to take care of that."
"Holy shit!!" Was all Danny could say as he felt Mark's practised mouth moving up and down on his cock. The added excitement of being in a parking lot in the middle of the evening helped Mark make quick work of Danny's 'problem'. Once he was finished he lovingly wiped Danny's crotch with a wipe again, and gently diapered him with a new diaper, making sure to fasten it tightly. Danny hopped down and put his pants back on. Mark adjusted his own erection in his jeans, before closing the back of the SUV and walking through the parking lot towards the pub.
"Thanks babe." Mark said to Danny. "I'm the one who should be saying thanks, that was incredible." Danny replied. "Is that something you enjoy doing doing?"Danny asked, referring to the diaper change.
Mark blushed a little before answering. "Yes. It was something I've been thinking of for a while. I don't know why but I find you in a wet diaper incredibly sexy. Since I'm being honest you might as well know, I jerk off a lot in the mornings when I'm awake before you and you're just lying there in your wet diaper."
"Okay."
"Okay?'
"Yeah, I won't use the bathroom the rest of the night." |
Allison was a simple woman. She had brown long hair, a midsized chest and butt, and a thin yet striking figure. Her whole goal in life was to work her way up the corporate ladder like her father once did years and year ago. This fateful night she was trying to do just that. Dressed in a white button up shirt tucked into grey dress pants with black heels, she sat with her current boss Kurt and his wife Sarah at dinner.
Allison was Kurt’s monetary wealth manager. She had numerous clients, but Kurt was her biggest and wealthiest. He owner numerous estates and had a large company. Alison had hoped if she could get on his good side that he would offer her a job in his corporation. So thus, she sacrificed a social life to spend times like tonight with Kurt and his wife.
Tonight, was a special dinner. They awaited the arrival of a special guest for dinner. A Miss Chelsea Roman. Supposedly she was some big shot representative for a group called “PISSOFF”. The organization was a small but interconnected non-profit focusing on women’s toilets rights. Allison glanced over the file she had made up for Kurt. “Gee… could use a toilet soon myself” She thought.
The group had been at the fancy restraint for about an hour. Chelsea was most defiantly late. Allison had taken to drinking water to help pass the time, as there’s only so much you can talk to your boss about before the conversation slows to a crawl. Her boss was getting impatient and was tapping away at the table while checking his blackberry, his wife doing the same. “I thought you said she confirmed the meet up.” Kurt said with a snarky tone to Allison. “She did. Just two hours ago I received a confirmation email” Allison replied, subtly crossing her legs under the table. She was feeling a twinge in her bladder, something Allison knew all too well. She couldn’t let it get too much but there was no way to excuse herself easily while waiting for a client. But her mind started reeling anyway, calculating timings, figuring out when they might be able to leave so she could sneak a pee in. Allison hated needing to go. As a teenager, her parents warned that if she ever got so full she burst, she would literally burst! While never confirmed by a doctor, her parents insisted of it, citing her not having a sister anymore as enough proof. Thus, Allison never took a chance with her bladder, always wanting to get to a toilet as soon as possible. It didn’t help her that her bladder was quite small to begin with.
As she squirmed in her seat, all 5 glasses of water pouring through to her bladder, she looked to her boss. “I guess maybe she decided not to come… maybe we try again another time?” she said almost pleading. Every minute this dragged on the more she needed to go. This would get really bad really soon if she didn’t get to a bathroom.
“I suppose so… such a shame. Would have been a great tax wri-“Kurt was cut off by a clank of a glass on the table, spilling a bit of yellow champagne on the table with it. The party of three glanced up to the woman in orange who slammed the glass down. “I’m so sorry to keep you all waiting” The woman announced. “I’m Miss Roman!” She exclaimed. Chelsea was clad in an extremely tight orange dress that hugged all her voluptuous curves. Her massive chest bulged from the dress making it look like it was going to pop out any second. Her pitch-black shoulder length hair bounced a little as she chuckled. Some of the Champaign had splashed on her cleavage. In an extremely provocative manner she took a finger and wiped some of it up, sticking her now wet finger into her mouth and winked at Kurt. “My apologies on being late, just another desperate day over at PISSOFF” she said sitting next to Sarah. “Ohhhh not to worry Miss Roman” Kurt said, his eyes wide and the crotch of his pants stiffening.
Allison was in awe for two reasons. #1 the woman was gorgeous. #2 The splashing of the yellow liquids and the mention of the words “desperate” and “piss” sent shockwaves through her bladder, reminding her off her now desperate need. Her legs crossed tight over each other, a hand plunging to her crotch to try and hold it all in. Her kidneys seemed to be in overdrive, pushing water straight to her pee hole. “Oh no. This is getting bad. I don’t want to explode! I need to sneak away soon.” She thought, panicking to herself. Her left hand came up out of her crotch as she tried to seem professional and started playing with her hair to distract herself, curling it up in her fingers as her legs tensed beneath her.
Chelsea kept on talking, PISSOFF this and PISSOFF that. All the mentioning’s of piss and toilets was making Allison go mad. After a solid 10 minutes of listening to Chelsea Allison couldn’t continue. Her bladder had filled massively and was approaching a pure desperation point. Lucky for her, Kurt seemed entranced on Chelsea, well maybe just her cleavage. None the less Allison saw an opportunity. She uncrossed her extremely tightly crossed legs and made for an awkward sprint to the restaurants toilets. She had her thighs pressed inward as she briskly rushed to the bathroom. She opened the women’s room to find two stalls. She knocked on the first one. “Occupied” a woman said, moaning as a stream poured into the toilet. Allison crossed her legs and bounced in place as she knocked on the second door. The woman in the second stall said nothing and continued to read her magazine. Allison bounced in need, a hand making its way to her crotch once more. She moaned and closed her eyes as her desperation became worse and worse. She was beginning to think she might reach her bursting point. She grimaced at the thought of soiling her white lace panties but grimaced even more at the rigorous thought that she might explode. She could not let that happen. Sweat started to ferment on her brow as she came to a rash decision. She walked outside and into the men’s room, praying nobody would be inside. “Just a quick pee in a urinal will so. Anything to relief myself!” She cursed under her breath. As she opened the door to the men’s room she gasped! Three burly men stood firm, pissing powerful streams into the urinals right in front of her. Allison quickly closed the door, but the image of the streams rocked her bladder and she gasped as a small squirt of pee fell to her panties. She felt something deep inside her brewing. Something with explosive capabilities. “Oh no! The rumors must be true!” she thought crossing her legs and bouncing in place as she tried to hold on. There was a bench outside the toilets and she sat down, trying desperately to wait for a stall to open.
Back at the table, Chelsea continued to talk the ears off Kurt and Sarah. “Listen, all women should have the right to pee wherever there is a toilet, men’s room or women’s room” she said lustfully. She had Sarah and Kurt right where she needed them, ready to donate if she said the word. Just then she felt her bra spring open at the front, her “massive” boobs falling to the sides of her dress and jiggle around. She gasped saying “Excuse me!” As she grabbed at her chest and rushed to the bathrooms. Lucky for her as she walked up someone was leaving the women’s room.
Allison shot up, seeing a woman leave the women’s room. As she tried to enter, however, Chelsea was there to push her way past her! Chelsea rushed into the open stall and locked it, leaving a helpless Allison outside, absolutely bursting to piss! Allison knocked on the door of the other stall again but got no response. She was so close but yet so far. Allison leaned her back against the wall, crossed her legs, and pushed both hands to her crotch, trying to hold in the massive flood brewing inside of her.
Inside the stall, Chelsea pulled down the front of her dress, exposing a lace orange bra with big cup inserts to make her boobs look massive. Her bra was held in place by a close pin to keep it all pushed together. However, as she tried to slip everything back into place, her big gel cups sprang from her bra and fell into the toilet! “Oh shit!” Chelsea gasped. She couldn’t use them now! They would soak through her dress. Thinking rashly, she took toilet paper and started stuffing her bra to achieve the same took. She pushed her tits up, closed her bra, and pulled her dress back up. Just as she was about to leave, she turned to the toilet. It had been a long day for her and she defiantly could use a pee break. She hiked up her dress, pulled down her orange lace thong, and hovered over the seat. She pissed forcefully into the toilet, smiling as she went. Allison gasped and pushed harder into her pee hole, bouncing on the wall as she was forced to listen to this. Chelsea finally finished up her pee and pulled up her thong, flushing the toilet, and leaving the stall. As she left, Allison rushed in, unbuttoning her dress pants and turning into the toilet to sit. She didn’t even bother to lock the door as she sat on the toilet seat, ready to let out a long pent up pee. However, as she waiting to let go, she felt a wetness on her ass. She gasped and sprang up, a tiny shot of pee shooting into the toilet as she got up. Chelsea had flushed the toilet with the gel inserts still inside! They had gotten caught on the inside pluming and forced a water break in the toilet forcing the water straight up! Allison yelled, pulling her pants back up in a hurry. The woman from the other stall came out. “Wow what a bitch! Thanks a lot!” She said. Allison glanced into the other stall and found water pulsating from that toilet too. This all hurt her bladder as she jiggled up and down, still massively desperate to go. She would burst any minute now!
She ran out of the women’s room and was about to go to the men’s room when a manager blocked the door. “Sorry later, the bathrooms are out of order. Something happened to our water lines and we have to investigate.” The man said, blocking her path. “But… bu….” Allison cried out, bouncing intensely with her hands in her crotch. “No buts miss.” The man said crossing his arms. Allison was forced to go back to her table. She tried to sander back but couldn’t help but hold herself. As she sat it seemed like Chelsea was wrapping up her talk. Impervious to this, Allison tried to whisper in Kurt’s ear as she sat. “M… Mr. Mallsburg can… can we go I must…” she tried so hard to say the words, but her hardworking instincts and professionalism almost didn’t let her say the fateful words “I have to pee”. It didn’t matter as Kurt was already waving her off, and waving to a server to get more water. It seemed like Kurt wanted to stay for a while.
Allison shook in her seat. She would burst any second. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She did everything she could to avoid this moment, but the dampness in her panties, combined with the pressure in her bladder told her she might not make it this time. The waiter Kurt motioned to came over with a water pitcher. Allison watched as the water sloshed back and forth in the pitcher. He poured it into Kurt’s glass. It cascaded down and crashed into his glass like a massive waterfall but on a small scale. All these images floated through Allison’s head as she squirmed like mad in her seat, her legs pushing left to right, her hand rubbing her crotch trying to hold on. The waiter then turned to her and motioned to her glass, and pulled the pitcher towards it. Allison registered this at the last second and shook her head fiercely sputtering “I’m good”, placing a hand over her glass. The waiter, not really paying attention to the girl or her glass he was filling, rather placing his eyes on the insane cleavage of the woman in orange, poured water into what he thought was a glass. However, the water cascaded onto Allison’s hand.
Allison gasped as the cold water splashed onto her hand. She flung it up in a jerking reaction. The coldness sent chills down her spine and right to her bladder. It was too much for her. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She shot her hand down to her crotch as she burst. Piss jetted from her pussy, spraying all over her crotch and pants. Pee cascaded down her legs and down to the floor, covering her feet and heels as it splashed everywhere. She moaned as she released all the pent-up piss that had been stored inside her. Kurt gasped along with Sarah. Chelsea smirked and said “When you gotta go, you gotta go, this is why you should donate to my cause, so girls like poor Sarah can pee in-“ she was cut off by a sudden grumbling. As Allison finished wetting herself completely she felt her bladder bubbling up. “Oh no! Oh god! Why me!” She gasped as she felt her bladder literally explode! Balls of fire and excitement leapt from the woman and she dissipated into thin air. “Holy crap!” Chelsea exclaimed. Many patrons of the restaurant were stunned. “She’s… gone!?” Kurt gasped in astonishment. There was nothing left but the puddle where she once pissed herself.
The restaurant went on, munching and carrying away. Chelsea tried to score a donation. News reports covered the incident and several others about women wetting themselves and exploding into thin air. It was an epidemic sweeping the nation. Allison seemed to be the first. Why now? Why was this happening? The world may never know the true reality behind “Bladder Explosions”.
(Authors note: The explosion isn't actually like... an explosion. It like light emits form her and she faints. Ill get into it in another story about what it actually means, but just understand, this isn't like blood and gore. |
It was a normal morning for the all but average Fay. She awoke form he sleep, groggy and still slightly tired. She got herself up out of her bed and looked in the mirror. She was tall, skinny but has her assets. A nice pair of tits, a shapely ass, the boys always stared as her when she walked by. She was in her mid-twenties but looked like she was still in college, hot, sexy, and ready for the world. She felt a twinge in her bladder and threw on a pink bathrobe to go and make her way to the bathroom. As she arrived she heard the shower running strong. She tensed her legs up and knocked on the door. She could hear her father singing loudly in the shower. She still lived at home. When she finished college, she found a job right near her house in a small startup manufacturing company. It just made sense for her to live at home till she saved up the money to buy a house. She squirmed a little. Fay had a pretty good bladder, but she normally always had a morning pee. She decided to get dressed. She had a doctor’s appointment she couldn’t miss and wouldn’t want to be later.
Back at her room, Fay threw on a matching blue lace bra and thong for underwear, a simple pair of tight blue jeans, a white tee shirt and hoodie, and black brown boots. She slicked her hair back into a pony tail like she normally did, and glanced at the clock. “Shit!” She said, realizing it was almost time for her appointment. She grabbed her keys and her purse and started down through the house. The shower was still going and made her bladder twinge. “I guess I can just pee at the doctor’s office…” She murmured. As she made her way to leave, her mother yelled out to her. “Don’t forget about your brothers play today after work!”. “I wont mom!” Fay yelled back, remembering the commitment she made a few nights ago to her little brother. She didn’t even really remember what the play was about, only that it was some mythical fairytale about water and apples. Sleeping beauty? Fay pondered all of this as she got in her car and drove to her doctor’s appointment
After a non-eventful 20 min drive Fay arrived at her doctors. It was supposed to be a routine checkup, but after a few women around the country started exploding after bursting their bladders, women all over the country were getting blood tests to see if they had the mysterious condition. Fay didn’t want to take the chance she had it. She was certain it wouldn’t ever happen to her though. She was good at holding her pee and hadn’t wet herself since she was a child.
As she walked into the doctor’s office and signed in, she glanced to the waiting room toilet and sighed. There was a sign on the door saying, “Out of order”. “Any idea when the bathrooms will be back up?” Fay asked the receptionist. “N-No… We… We called the plumber hours ago. I guess everyone’s having p-pluming problems.” The receptionist said, a quiver in her voice. Fay felt bad for the girl. She watched as the receptionist crossed her legs and jiggled in place as she scanned Fays insurance card in. “You’re good!” She said to Fay, still squirming in her seat. Fay thanked her and went to sit. “God, I hope I don’t end up like her” she thought to herself.
Eventually her name was called. Nobody else was in the waiting room, but it sure took them a while to get to her. The doctor called her back and sat with her. “Sooo your vitals are fine. Your looking pretty good if I do say so myself. Anything else I can do for you?” The doctor questioned. “Um. Do you think I could get blood work done for that bladder explosion thing? I just wanna be sure…” Fay said quivering a little. She never really liked doctors, and asking for tests wasn’t what she was used to, but she was paranoid. “Ah yes… the bladder explosion syndrome. Sure, Ill take a blood sample.” The doctor, a slim handsome man, came up and started prepping her arm. He took a fresh needle and poked her with it. Fay looked away, but felt the cold metal poke into her arm. Her bladder twinged again, noticeably fuller than last time. The doctor finished taking her blood and nodded to her. “Ill send this off to my labs and have a nurse call you with the results later. “Sounds good to me.” Fay said with a smile, and hopped off the doctors table. “Thank you so much.” Fay said and walked out, the doctor glancing at her ass as she left. As Fay left the doctors office, she said goodbye the receptionist. The receptionist seemed very happy now and said “Bye! Cya later!” and seemed to be moaning a bit. Fay swore she heard a light hiss but couldn’t really tell. Still, Fay went to her car and glanced at her phone. “Crap. That took longer than I thought” she said. She hopped in her car and took off towards her job. Shed be late if she didn’t get there soon.
After another uneventful 20-minute drive, Fay arrived at her job. It was a small factory near her home. The company she worked for made bracelets and had reconditioned the factory to be more of a crafting studio. Fay rushed in and clocked on just in time for her shift. “Fay, coming in just on time huh?” Her boss came around the corner with a cup of coffee in her hand. She was a curvy Latina woman, very sweet but could ensue wrath if pushed too far. And she hated when people were late. “Sorry boss, had a doctor’s appointment…” Fay said, putting her head down a bit. She started walking to her desk when her boss pushed the coffee cup into her hands. “Well you look like you might need this. You seem a bit tired. Fay didn’t want to be rude or upset her boss so she took the cup, thanked her boss, and went to work.
Her job was mindless. She beaded bracelets, packed them, tagged them, and repeated. It was simple work, but for a girl with a literal degree in crafting, it worked. She was a pro at this stuff and she loved it. She got lost in her work and always daydreamed of having her own studio one day. This helped pass multiple hour shifts very quickly. As she sat, beading bracelets and packaging the, she sipped away at her coffee. Sitting on her barstool like seat, she kind of forgot about her bladder. She still felt a fullness down there, but not a need. She continued like this for hours, not even having to get up because of her boss continually feeding her coffee and snacks. Her boss wasn’t intentionally filling her up, just trying to be nice to her workers, but with Fays constant drinking, it would have unintentional consequences.
Fay finished up her long shift at her job. She got up from her stool and groaned. It all came rushing downward. A flood was boiling in her bladder. “Oh fuck” she mouthed and doubled over, her legs pushing together. She looked towards the work bathroom and started briskly walking towards it. As she got there she tried the knob and knocked. “Occupied” came the sexy accent of her boss. “Fuck” Fay cursed as she walked away. There was no way she was gunna tell her boss to hurry up. Just them she received a phone call. It was her mother. “Where are you! The play is going to be starting soon!” Fay had completely forgotten. “Uh sorry mom. Got caught up at wor-“ Her bladder spasmed. She crossed her legs and bent over. She really had to pee now. “Work. Yeah. Sorry. I’m on my way” Fay quickly hung up and walked out of her job, clocking out on the way out.
Fay drove over to her brother’s elementary school quickly, her bladder starting to burn with need. Fay couldn’t remember a time where she had to go this bad. She squirmed as she drove and pulled into a parking spot. She shuffled her way into the school and glanced at the bathrooms, but realized the play was going to be starting soon if it hadn’t already. She rushed into the auditorium.
Her mother was waiting for her, a seat next to her empty. Fay made her way to her and sat, squirming in her seat. “God, I need to pee…” she thought to herself. “You just made it!” Her mother cheered. Fay couldn’t admit to her mother she needed to pee. It would be so childish. “Y-Yeah…” Fay replied, a shake in her voice. “God I’m bursting… I can’t have an accident… right?” Fay squirmed some more, a hand hovering near her crotch.
Just then her phone started ringing. “Hey! Silence that” her mom squealed. Fay quickly silenced her phone and noticed the call was from her doctor’s office. A couple seconds later her phone buzzed. They had left a voicemail for her. Fay, eager to hear the news, pulled up her voicemails voice to text option and read the news. She gasped as she read her diagnosis. Explosive Bladder syndrome. “Oh God…” She said under her breath. If she burst, she would literally burst! Fays anxiety rose. She needed to go pee now. She tried to excuse herself. “Mom I need to-“she said getting up, but her mother pulled her down. “Not now! The play is starting. Fay sat, cross legged, a hand in her cotch. “Oh no. I gotta go really badly!!!” She mouthed as the play started. There was a kid center stage with an apple over a bubbling water chamber pot. Fay gasped as she saw him dunking the apple in the water multiple times. After that came the water falls behind him. It was a play all about waterworks and the mystical properties of water. “Oh god no…” Fay cried as she shoved another hand to her crotch. Her bladder was unbelievably full. She was doubting if she could hold it any longer.
Just then the kid with the apple slipped and fell on some of the water on stage. They quickly closed the curtains and called for a short intermission. “Thank god! Fuck I’m gunna piss myself.” Fay said aloud. She blushed as she realized what she had said, and rushed to the exit to find a bathroom.
As she found the school toilet she gasped. There was a massive line of bursting ladies. Moms, teens, college girls, all of them bursting to piss. And she was one too. She stood in line, holding herself for deer life. She feels a spurt flow into her panties. “Oh no. Its coming!” She shrieks. She’s trembling now, sweating massively under the pressure to pee. She runs up and tried to cut in line. “Please! Let me go! I’m about to piss myself!” She cries desperately, another spurt jetting into her panties. “Hell no! Get out of here!” a lady says as Fay tried to push her way to the front. Multiple bursting women shove her back and eventually shove her outside the bathroom. “Oh no! I… I can’t… I…!!!!” Fay gasped as she finally couldn’t hold it anymore.
Piss gushed from her pussy, jetting all over her crotch and legs. She pissed forcefully, a stream pushing through her pants and down her legs as she trembled against the bathroom door. She peed and peed all over herself as she cried. “Why me…” she said as piss dripped out of her. Then she felt it. A bubbling in her bladder. “Oh god… Not this… Not like this!” She said as her bladder exploded, fire balls and electric sparks rocketing from her a she fainted in the hallway.
Fay was rushed to mercy hospital for observation right after. Another sad case of Bladder Explosion Syndrome to add to the books. The disease was sweeping the nation and causing terror wherever it went, seeking out bursting bladders wherever they were.
ALTERNATE ENDING:
Fay stood in line, a spurt leaking into her panties. “Oh god I don’t know if I can hold it all in!!!” She squirmed and held herself. She unbuttoned her jeans and shoved a hand into her panties to hold her pee hole directly. “Fuck fuck fuck!” She cried, jiggling up and down and holding herself. Finally she got to the front of the line. “Please hurry!” She cried out. The stall door opened revealing a college aged girl in a pair of gray leggings with a wet patch on her crotch, tears streaming down her face. Fay tried to rush in, but a middle-aged woman pushed past her into the stall, shoving Fay to the side! She gasped. “Hey!”. “Sorry lady Im burstin” the lady said in a southern accent. Fay felt defeated. She tried to get back to her spot in line, but the women wouldn’t let her in. “Fuck! I can’t hold this!!!” She cried and ran out of the bathroom, trying to find another place to pee! She rushed out and glanced at the mens room to find a line out the door. She looked down the hallway to find another female restroom with a line out the door. “How many people have to pee!!! Oh no!!!” She yelled, grabbing herself as hard as she could and crossing her legs. She had her back to the wall, leaning against it, her head straight up as it happened. She couldn’t hold it anymore. Piss rocketed from her pussy, jetting down her legs and soaking her panties and jeans as it poured all over her and the floor. She moaned in ecstasy as she released a whole days’ worth of pent up piss. She sighed as she finished, the hot piss cooling off on her legs leaving her slightly clammy. Wait. She didn’t explode. “Wha… Im fine?” she thought. The thought she was done for. Then she looked up.
All the men In line were laughing at her, their phones out taking pictures and recording the poor blond girl pissing herself. Granted some of them were doing a pee pee dance of their own but they found it hilarious when a hot and sexy blond chick wet herself too. She blushed hard and rushed away from them, completely and utterly embarrassed. As she got to her car she checked her phone and checked the voicemail again. As she listened she heard the nurse say “We have your test results back. Your Bladder Explosion Syndrome came back negative. Yay for you.” Wait what!? Fay checked her phone voice to text. It must have read negative to mean positive somehow. Fay sighed. She may have pissed herself, but at least she didn’t explode. What she was truly worried about now, was the pictures and videos about to floor to the internet, humiliating her for days. Fay started to sob, knowing this may even be the end of her career. |
A/N: Part of a self-indulgent series I write about one of my favorite characters with a reader insert, cos man am I in deep for him. Here i further establish a panty kink I've been setting up for him, and also introduce his piss kink, cos no one can convince me he doesn't have one. This is only the first part of a longer fic, which is why it just kinda breaks off, I hope to have the rest on my AO3 in the next day or two.
You only wake up because you have to pee.
You don’t wake up when he gets out of bed, and it’s only when you do get up that you notice that your Sir isn’t in bed with you, though you’re still groggy, so you don’t think much of it at the time. Lately, you’ve been staying over with him more often, and you’re finally starting to get comfortable in his apartment, yet another sign of just how close the two of you have become.
You get up and head for the bathroom, stopping short when you see the door mostly closed, with the light from inside leaving a trail along the floor. Only now does it occur to you that that’s probably what has him up as well, and you decide to just wait for him, rather than going back to bed. It’s getting pretty bad at this point, and you hope that this doesn’t take too long.
But then you hear it; a sharp intake of breath, one that’s very familiar to you, and you can feel your entire body heating up reflexively. Before you can stop yourself, you peak in the crack of the door, open just enough for you to see Sir, his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted, and it’s very obvious what he got up in the middle of the night to do.
First, you notice that, in his other hand, he holds a scrap of fabric that he occasionally brings close to his face; except, you soon realize, it’s not a scrap of fabric at all, but the panties you were wearing, before he ‘confiscated’ them. Well, you knew he was pretty into that sort of thing, even if he’s yet to outright say that’s a huge kink of his, it was fairly obvious in his un-subtle actions.
Then, you notice that that’s not the only pair he has on his person right now, and that he has his other hand wrapped around another missing pair of yours, wrapped around his cock. You squirm, and not just because of your full bladder, intrigued and aroused by this strange habit- and you can only assume that it’s a habit- of his. Though you know that watching him without his consent isn’t the right thing to do, you can’t bring yourself to leave and, when you hear him breathe your name, you gasp before you can stifle it, alerting him to your presence either way.
He stiffens, his eyes snapping open and a look of guilt that you’ve never seen before crossing his face. Slowly, so slowly, he turns, placing the panties on the counter as he does, making no effort to cover himself otherwise as he steps forward, throwing the door the rest of the way open. You shrink back as he glares down at you, his cold expression masking his flustered state. It’s hard not to fidget too much under his gaze, but your sudden fear reminds you of your purpose for getting up. Something tells you it will be a bit before you’re actually able to do anything about that, however.
“Princess,” he says, his voice low, “just what do you think you’re doing? Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”
“You were gone,” you say softly, your eyes darting from him to the counter, where your panties still sit.
“It’s not what it…” he starts, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, I suppose there’s no point in trying to make excuses, you saw what you saw. And? What do you have to say to that?”
Squeezing your thighs together, you say, “I-I mean, I knew you liked...well, those, I didn’t know that’s what you did but I...it doesn’t bother me or anything! It’s actually kinda hot, but, well, I...can we talk about it in a minute?” He’s making you so nervous, glaring down at you like that, and it’s more than you can take, in your current state.
“Why in a minute?” he asks, raising a brow, not moving out of your way to let you in. Not that you would be so brazen as to do something like that in front of him, even if he did let you in.
“B-because, um...my turn,” you say softly, and he only looks confused.
“Your turn?”
You ball your hands into fists at your sides, squeezing them as you squirm a bit more obviously, feeling as though you could lose it at any second, unable to try to maintain your dignity anymore. “I-I woke up cos...cos…”
Suddenly, his eyes widen, and your words and your stance and your fidgeting finally clue him in. “Oh,” he says softly, stepping back to grant you entry. You step in behind him, but he doesn’t leave to give you privacy, and instead picks up one of the pairs of panties and hands them to you.
“Wh-what…?”
“Please put these on for me, princess,” he says, a rare look of sincerity in his eyes, and you’re so confused that you take them and begin to put them on, even though you don’t understand. He still makes no move to leave, staring at you as you wriggle, now wearing the panties he once bought for you.
“Sir, can you please…huh?!” He surprises you by pulling you into his arms, holding you close to his chest and allowing you no chance of escape.
“Just let me hold you for a moment, Princess,” he murmurs. He’s acting strange, even for himself, and you have to piss so fucking badly that it’s hard for you to think of anything other than struggling, trying to break free of his grasp. You’re not sure how much longer you’ll be able to hold it like this, and you whimper, begging him to please let go, to show you mercy, only for him to ignore you and squeeze you tighter to him.
Until he suddenly pulls back, and moves so quickly that you don’t have a chance to react or pull back from him, and he grabs at your sides with both hands. Sir begins to tickle you mercilessly, and your giggles are mixed with screams as you plead with him, “N-no! Not now, not now, Sir, I can’t-”
And you certainly can’t. Your laughter is interrupted by a short, sharp gasp, and Sir stops tickling you then, pulling back to watch as it happens. Even as you piss yourself, you’re still struggling to catch your breath, still giggling a little bit while the dread washes over you and you feel your panties growing damp, the warm piss rushing down your legs, pooling on the bathroom floor with a hiss.
All the while, Sir only watches, his expression impossible to read, and your shoulders shake, tears starting to form in your eyes. You don’t know why this has happened, why he pushed you this far when he knew...you sniff, and then he’s pulling you into another hug, but this time, the pose is a little more awkward, with his leg pressed slightly between yours.
“That was lovely, princess,” he says. “Would you be surprised if I said I had...well, another weird kink I hadn’t told you about?” |
Here's a one-off story that I mentioned I was thinking about writing. This won't have any continuation, partially because I want to focus on Bee and Barb and also because this is about the limit to what I can do with the only humanoid-ish female Dark Souls 1 boss. I mean, sure, theoretically I could do, like, Quelaag or something, but that's, well... No. It's just no. In any case here's this.
There once was an abomination who had no place in this world. She clutched this doll tightly, and eventually was drawn into a cold and lonely painted world.
What happened to that doll, anyways? And, for that matter, where was the painting? It didn’t matter much, of course, where anything was – the guardians would follow the painting anywhere, and ultimately the condition outside didn’t change anything inside anyways. Priscilla knew that, of course, though they were still interesting questions. She had brought her doll into this fascinating new world – or, well, she was pretty sure she had – and just now she realized that it was nowhere to be found. Wherever it was, though, if it were outside the painting, it could be used to get inside. And if just anyone from the outside could get in, well, surely they wouldn’t understand anything about its residents – what could an outsider possibly know about the world of rejects?
More importantly, what would they do? The painting was home, for Priscilla and everyone else in it. They’d try to protect their home – and what if they were to be hurt? The Crossbreed shifted around nervously. There was probably nothing to worry about, but she’d been seen as a leader and protector within the painting ever since she first arrived. They were her responsibility. Priscilla took a deep breath. This wasn’t the first time she’d started thinking like that, and every other time nothing bad had happened. Why should anything be different this time? She had her own needs anyways, she couldn’t keep putting the painting before herself. Now that she’d calmed down, that was readily apparent – not a big deal yet, but why put it off?
Setting her scythe to the side, she walked over to the edge of her tower and looked out at the distant horizons of the Painted World. No less beautiful than the first time she saw it. Putting her feet as close to the edge as possible without stepping off, Priscilla grabbed at her fluffy skirt of fur and prepared to lift it out of the way. But then there was a sound. She’d never heard it before, but she knew exactly what it meant nonetheless. She jumped back and grabbed her weapon, positioning herself right in the middle of the room just in time to see an armored figure walk through the light blocking the doorway. A human, no doubt, with some shiny plate armor covered up with a blood-stained blue surcoat.
“Who art thou,” she said, softly, despite her fears, “one of us, thou art not.” Even though part of her was practically shouting at her to just kill the thing and be done with it, the rest of her was calm enough to give the human a chance to leave. “If thou hast misstepped into this world, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.” Hopefully the human would listen. “If thou seekest I,” she said, “thine desires shall be requited not.”
The human just looked up at her, their face obscured by the visor of their helmet. Priscilla took a deep breath and slowly moved her scythe into an attack position, but as she was doing that the human suddenly sat down, directly on the snowy tower floor. She lowered her guard as the human removed their helmet, revealing a soft face and black hair tied off into a tail at the back – female, probably. Her heart felt like it was about to punch through her chest. This could still be a trick. But, no, the human just sat there, and even spoke after a while.
“Uh, hi,” she said, waving a hand. “You, uh, you’re not gonna use that?” The human pointed at Priscilla’s scythe – and she even glanced at it herself for a moment before turning to address the human, refusing to answer the question.
“Thou must returneth whence thou came,” she said, still somehow managing to speak softly and calmly. “This land is peaceful, its inhabitants kind, but thou dost not belong. I beg of thee, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.”
The human just sat there and smiled at her. “Y’know, they told me about you. Well, sort of.” She adjusted some rings on her hand – one of them seemed far too tight to ever come off. “They told me there was a monster in the painting, some hideous beast that was the enemy of life itself.” Priscilla just stared at her. “I’m disappointed, actually. They told me there was a monster and all I find is you.” The human laughed, and Priscilla sighed. The human didn’t seem to be much of a threat, but Priscilla still wanted her to leave – she didn’t belong in the painting, after all, and, well… Priscilla lightly pressed her legs together. Hopefully the human would get bored soon.
“Please,” the Crossbreed said, “thou hast no place here. Begone.”
“But I want to know about the painting.” The human looked Priscilla right in the eye and crossed her arms. “What is this place? Why do they call you a monster?” She pulled a flask off her belt, its liquid contents glowing a brilliant gold, and took a sip from it. “And why’s it so cold?”
Priscilla just stared at the human. She’d toss her over the edge herself if it meant she’d be alone again, but perhaps if she just answered the human’s questions, the human would leave on her own. “Ariamis created this world,” she said. “’Tis a haven for that which is cast out from the land outside. And thou art no outcast,” she added, “so, please, return to thy world.”
“The world out there isn’t my world,” the human responded, “I remember nothing of it but I know I have this brand-“ She pointed to a slight burning ring around one eye, “-and that means I’m not wanted out there.” Another sip from the flask, and a muttered “damn it’s cold.”
“Even so,” Priscilla said, shifting her weight between her legs and hoping it wasn’t obvious, “This world is not thine either.”
“What’s really any different between us,” the human asked, still drinking that little undead drink of hers, “After all, we’re both monsters. I take souls from things when they die, and when I die I just wake up at a bonfire. I’m a damn human, I had to escape from a prison I was put in just because I’m human.” Another sip to warm up, and she added, “That’s actually where I found that doll that brought me here.”
“Thou hast found my doll?” Priscilla’s eyes widened.
“That was yours? I just found it lying around in my cell – though, somehow, it was only there after I escaped and came back.” The human pulled her arms close to her body and wiggled around where she sat.
“Yes, that was mine. Long ago it drew me to the painting, and here have I been.” She now had her legs slightly crossed, just enough to apply a bit of pressure, but not so much that she couldn’t stand straight. This human really needed to get on her way.
“But, uh, if you don’t mind my asking, why? Why’d you let it take you here in the first place?” More of that glowing liquid left the flask.
“The gods fear what they do not understand,” Priscilla said, bending her knees ever so subtly. “That tyrant Gwyn cast me out from Anor Londo, and I cowered alone with my doll ‘till it brought me here, where the gods dare not trespass.” Tears came to her eyes but she blinked them away.
The human drank yet more, and shuffled around. “The gods were afraid of you?” She laughed a little bit. “You’re not that scary. What could they possibly be afraid of?”
Not only was this really not a conversation Priscilla wanted to have, but it was also a really bad time. She could feel the pressure in her bladder building by the second. Still, if the human’s curiosity was satisfied, she would leave. “Gwyn fears my powers,” she said, positioning her scythe in front of her so that she could press up against it without arousing suspicion. “He calls them the antithesis of life, he thinks them to be dark. Gwyn fears the dark – thus humans were imprisoned.” She shut her eyes tightly and concentrated for a second as a sudden wave of need came over her, but passed after a few seconds without consequence. “Thou art right, we are not dissimilar. And yet still this world is not thine – return to the outside, to thine own business.”
The human seemed to be caught off-guard by Priscilla’s words. “But I was told to cast away the dark – link the fire and succeed Gwyn.” She shook her head and drank more from her flask, emptying it and leaving its usual cloudy green color visible. “If humanity is dark, then…”
Priscilla stopped listening as she felt a small leak trail down her leg. She pressed harder with her scythe, hoping the human wouldn’t notice. “H-human,” she said, voice still soft but now with a hint of panic, “return to thy world. Thou art on some quest, and thy quest must be completed.” A fresh trail warmed her leg again.
The human stood up and nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” She stretched, and then said, “And, uh, is there anywhere I could, uh…” The human did a little dance. “Estus goes right through you if you’re not hurt, and there won’t be any good opportunities in Anor Londo…”
Priscilla was both amazed she had to answer such a question and also that she could still maintain her composure, somewhat. “O-over the side.” She pointed off in some vague direction as yet more urine forced its way out and down her legs – now it was a constant trickle, though a very weak one. If the human could finish up quickly, perhaps Priscilla could get out of this without too much of an issue. Her feet were already a little bit wet and the snow under her already had a decent yellow stain on it, but, still, if she could wait just a little longer she could save most of her dignity.
That would prove to be difficult, though. The human nodded at her and left to stand by the edge of the tower, out of Priscilla’s line of sight, but she could hear metal striking the ground as the human shed some of her armor. And if she could hear that, then of course she could hear what would inevitably come next. The shuffling of cloth as the human sufficiently disrobed, and then the one thing Priscilla really did not want to hear.
Just hearing the human’s relief wasn’t that bad on its own – the only sound was of the stream itself, as there was nothing for it to hit against within earshot outside the tower. No, what made it unbearable was the sighs coming from the human herself. Clearly, the human was enjoying herself, and that was the breaking point for Priscilla. The constant trickle turned into a stream, and then she found herself dropping her scythe and falling to her knees as her hold broke completely.
“Ahh… but, why…” Tears filled her eyes as she let out slight moans of relief. After all, she was sitting there on the floor, wetting herself uncontrollably, with a human nearby. If only the human just listened to her and left. Or, really, why’d the human need to show up at all? Priscilla was supposed to be beyond such things. She wasn’t supposed to act like some human child. And yet there she was, still going strong, now hugging her own tail for some degree of comfort.
In Priscilla’s mind it was even more humiliating that the human had come over and leaned up against her – which she probably would have tried anyways, considering nearly every part of the Crossbreed’s body was covered in soft white fluff. “It’s okay,” the human said, but Priscilla paid no mind until she had finished. And then she wiped away her tears with her hand, but stayed in her sitting position.
After a while, she spoke to the human, who was still pressing herself into Priscilla’s side. “What seeketh thee?” There really was no reason for the human to still be there. “I beg of thee, leave me.” She did nothing to force the human to move, and just lifted up the skirt-fluff over her legs to see what had happened. Her legs were wet, but she could feel that, and there was a rather large puddle underneath her. The puddle had reached far enough to soak the skirt-fluff on her backside, creating an uncomfortable moist seat. She quickly put everything back into place, though, once she realized the human was looking as well. “Leave,” Priscilla said again.
The human looked up at her and nodded. “Alright, but once I have the Lordvessel, I’ll be back.” She hugged Priscilla as well as she could – she was much smaller, after all, so her arms couldn’t reach all the way around the Crossbreed’s body – before heading over to the exit. “This is a lovely painting” were her last words before she jumped off the edge and was carried away by a crow.
Once the human had been gone for a while, Priscilla stood up and walked over to the edge, looking out at the view. In all honesty, she couldn’t say she didn’t want the human to come back. Solitude was fine, but a little company every so often didn’t hurt – when it was timed right, anyways. She smiled as she looked off into the cold painted horizon. It really was a lovely painting. |
I seriously hope the quality of my writing makes up for that god-awful pun of a title, but I simply couldn't pass up that wonderful opportunity. I was inspired by the recent topic in General about having the ability to control other people's need to pee, and decided to write a fic about just that.
ATTENTION: Part 1 (this post) is literally just in excess of 1000 words of me setting the scene, and there's little to no desperation so far. Sorry! Skip ahead to part 2 for the interesting stuff (when I finish writing it)!
Part 1
It’s a cold, grey November morning, and I’m not in a good mood. So much so that I decide to void myself of my usual drowsiness entirely – dispersing it evenly throughout the other passengers on the 592 bus with me. A few yawns are made, and I’m awake – but by no means comfortable, so I decide to borrow some body heat as well. Some of the passengers shiver, and I notice a young lad a few seats ahead pull his jacket tighter around his shoulders. I feel warm, but at the same time I can do nothing about the sense of guilt that comes with knowing others are suffering at my expense. If I could take a share of some happiness from somewhere, I surely would – but my abilities are limited to the body only. The brain is off-limits.
But that’s not to say one can’t help the other. I’m not really in the mood for anything fun this early, but I like to keep an eye on what’s going on around me, especially when I can see just about everything. I can see who’s skipped breakfast this morning, and which of the students have the cigarettes (judging by the content of their lungs). I know who’s still half asleep, who’s had too much sugar with their cereal, and who’s coffee is going straight through them. And, of course, who needs to make a visit to the bathroom.
…Practically no one.
The sad reality of it is that pretty much no one ever gets seriously desperate. For most, the urge to go starts when the bladder reaches about 30% of its maximum capacity, and the vast majority of people will have dealt with it before they reach halfway. Looking around the bus, I notice practically everyone is somewhere between empty and 20%. An older woman near the back is around 35% full, but she’s not really my type, and she gets off the bus a few stops before me anyway.
The 592 pulls up at the stop outside school. I and the other students in blue and black uniform stand up and make our way to the doors, as another day that should just be like any other day begins.
It’s 11:30, and the bell echoes across the yard signalling the end of our break. So far today I’ve had uneventful English and Maths classes so far, and I’m in for an uneventful Biology lesson now (ha – me, need a biology lesson?). I finish the sandwich I bought from the canteen, toss the wrapper into a nearby bin, and make my way over to the science block.
I take my usual seat – middle row close to the back of the room with James, Ryan and Sean. The latter two are happy to spend the hour talking about the price of bacon with each other, while James and I generally keep our heads down and get on with our work. Our teacher Mr Hodges isn’t the strictest to say the least – nor is he overly concerned with what goes on in class. We’re set some task about reading about blood cells from our text books.
Ten minutes in, and bored is an understatement for me. I look up from the textbook and take a glance around the room. Mr Hodges’s attention is occupied by something on his laptop. Most of the class is engaged in conversation, and little care is being given to the task at hand.
I lean back in my chair and stretch my arms out. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a shuffle of movement to my left. My gaze drifts over to the tables along the wall. Seven students are at the four desks, six of which are paired and engaged in conversation. One sits quietly by herself. Her name is Lauren. She’s sitting a row ahead of me so I can’t see much, but I know from memory she’s not a bad-looking girl. She has lovely straight auburn hair that drapes down to her shoulders, and if I recall correctly she has hazel eyes and a simple pair of black glasses. She’s thin but not skinny, and has her blazer hanging on the back of her chair given the temperature in the classroom. She’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a short black skirt as per the uniform – but she’s not one for tights, and her legs are bare from the thighs down.
I note that her legs are also crossed.
It’s enough to peak my interest, and I summon up my ability see more than what the eye can take in – and find that Lauren is holding far more urine in than anyone else in the room – I guess that she’s at least 60% full.
The chatter of conversation around me fades away as a rush of excitement sweeps in out of nowhere. My heart rate rises with the newfound information, and I immediately switch focus to my own breathing to try and keep calm. Then I remember I can simply make myself calm at will. I pick a random student at the other end of the room – Daniel – and send some of my adrenaline his way. He looks up in surprise, wondering why he has suddenly become so excited about the textbook page on mitochondria, looks around uncertainly, shrugs, and returns to reading.
As my heart rate slows, I turn my attention back to Lauren. My first thought is to try and figure out why she’s gotten herself into this position. For sure she has known about her need long before this class started, and we just had a fifteen minute break – why didn’t she go to the bathroom then? I realise that I simply don’t know. Mind-reading is a skill I have yet to master, and try as I like, what goes on inside her head is out of my reach.
So I move on to the next question – what do I do? I know from years of experience that 60% isn’t that big an issue, and Lauren is likely to easily hold on until dinnertime without any real cause for concern… unless I intervene. And I most certainly have the ability to, and the desire to. I take a very brief moment to contemplate whether I should. Well, Lauren surely knew what she was getting herself into by waiting. She couldn’t know whether or not she would be able to hang on until the end of class.
So I decide to make things interesting. |
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