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Glad you guys like it, I shall continue :D Part Two 11:47. Class ends at 12:30. The clock above Mr Hodges’s desk ticks along slowly. Lauren glances up at it briefly, then returns her attention to her textbook.  I turn a page within my own book, but I’m paying no attention to the contents – rather I’m focusing on working on my plan of action. It’s not beyond my power to simply fill a bladder to bursting point at will, but I generally avoid it – it feels like cheating, and the confusion that results takes away from the experience. Rather I figure I’ll play it slow – because for all I know, Lauren might simply decide to get up and go to the bathroom at the first sign of trouble (and Mr Hodges won’t say no – you could probably just walk out of the room without a word, and he wouldn’t even notice). But as it stands, she can easily wait until the end of class. My plan is to hold off until we draw nearer to the bell (no one ever wants to have to ask to leave with only a few minutes left) – and then I can spice things up a bit. I consider the rest of Lauren. She seems to have skipped breakfast this morning, but had some sort of sandwich and a cup of coffee during break, the latter of which is making its way through her at a good pace. While I don’t quite have x-ray vision, I can make an educated guess judging from what her skin feels when she moves about as to what she’s wearing underneath her uniform. I guess a bra of some sort (I’m no expert), and a pair of plain cotton briefs. Our shirts aren’t the thickest of things, so when I can’t make out any darkness where her bra strap would be, I assume it’s white, and her lower garment matches. Another 10 minutes or so pass by, and we reach midday – halfway through class and it’s been fairly uneventful. I’ve actually being doing some work, but glance up at Lauren now and again, and she’s only at 65%. I decide now’s the time to intervene, and figure I’ll up the rate a bit. The law of conservation of mass still applies to me even if physical boundaries don’t, so I scan the room and pick out a girl called Amy close to the front, who’s under 15%. You generally don’t notice if your bladder *isn’t* filling up for quite a while, especially if it’s been emptied fairly recently. A little bit of magic work later, and whatever urine Amy’s body would produce will be going into Lauren’s instead. Five minutes pass, and Amy’s morning orange juice has put Lauren at around 70%. She’s definitely more uncomfortable – occasionally shifting uneasily in her seat, and swapping her crossed legs from time to time, but she still hasn’t said a word. I’ve abandoned classwork entirely in favour of this new venture by now. I can’t see her face, though I can feel that her facial expression is contorted in discomfort as she absently chews on the rubber end of her pencil. She tries to concentrate on the book in front of her, but seems to be finding it nearly impossible. 12:10 approaches, and her coffee is catching up to her, bringing her close to 80%. I’ve learned that leaks most commonly start between 80 and 90%, and though I can tell that her control is excellent and she hasn’t yet lost a drop, I’m beginning to worry that I’ve been a little too eager and gone into this too quickly. We both glance up at the clock. Twenty minutes of class left, and it’s still not unreasonable for her to ask to go. She looks around for Mr Hodges, who is at the other end of the room explaining something to another student, his back to us. Lauren thinks for a moment, and then raises her hand into the air. The alarm bells in my head immediately go off, and I quickly try and think of a way to stop her before the teacher notices. Based on a hunch, I gather what urine I have in my own bladder (about 30%) and send it rapidly over to a girl I know as Shannon, seated near the front of the room. The sudden addition brings her up from an unnoticeable amount to near half full in a split second, and in the midst of a conversation with a friend seated next to her, she gasps and widens her eyes. ‘Sir!’ Shannon calls out loudly to Mr Hodges. I know that she’s not a shy girl, and wasn’t going to bother with waiting with her hand up. ‘May I go to the bathroom?’ ‘Sure,’ Hodges replies without even turning around. Shannon quickly jumps up from her seat, giving her friend an uneasy smile, and briskly walking to the front of the room and out through the open door. Over to my left, Lauren quietly lowers her hand back down without a word. She doesn’t really know Shannon all that well, and seems to be uncomfortable about asking to go at the same time, and thus let everyone else in class start making assumptions. My hunch had paid off, and I let out a small sigh of relief. A few moments in silence later and Lauren is past 85%, and it’s showing. She’s sitting almost on the edge of her seat, in an obviously desperate pose with legs crossed and her back arched so far that I seriously doubt her ability to stand up straight when the time came. As the pressure continues to rise, I watch as she sets her pencil down, reaches behind her and pulls her blazer off the back of her chair, and spreads it out onto her lap, covering the front of her skirt and stretching out the end under the desk so that it drapes down over her bare knees. Her right hand returns to pick up the pencil, but it’s impossible for me to notice that she’s discretely sliding her left arm down towards her side. I take note of the sensation in her hand as she cautiously slides it beneath the blazer, and out of sight slips it beneath her skirt and into her underwear. Her fingers make their way between her tightly-crossed legs, and press down hard against her labia. I watch breathlessly with more excitement than I think I’ve ever had in my life.
I think this is the best feedback on my work I've had so far, and I'm very glad everyone likes it - I'm just sorry it's taking so long for me to get it all written down! Another part finished: Part Three A quarter of an hour remains until the bell rings. I decided to stop the excess transfer from Amy just to be on the safe side, but nonetheless Lauren’s bladder is about 90% full, and I can tell that her pelvic muscles are growing tired. Almost all her concentration is focused on her predicament – still holding herself out of sight with her left hand, her teeth clenched tightly, and shifting about in discomfort more and more frequently in her seat. Shannon has since returned from the bathroom, but Lauren doesn’t dare raise her hand again. I guess that she doesn’t want to draw anyone’s attention to herself, given her current state. A little past 12:17 and the inevitable finally occurs - a momentary lapse of concentration as she tries fruitlessly to return her attention to something within her textbook. I haven’t taken my gaze – physical and otherwise – away from her for the past ten minutes or so, and I see it as it happens. As her focus drifts away from her bladder, her muscles involuntarily loosen their grip ever so slightly for a fraction of a second – enough to allow a small trickle of pee to escape from her strained bladder, out from between her legs and into her hand. Both of us freeze. Lauren more so – her entire body tenses up as she feels the warm wetness on her fingertips. She presses them harder into her crotch and focuses intently on re-establishing her hold. After a few seconds of motionless concentration, she’s regained control enough and decides to take the risk – carefully relinquishing her grip and withdrawing her hand out from her underwear, keeping her legs pressed tightly together. She brings it out from beneath her blazer and up to her desk, palm upwards to inspect the damage. It was only a slight dribble for a fraction of a second – three of her small, slender fingers are barely wet, but I can feel the panic rising within her. She stares at her hand for a few seconds, and then brings it up closer to her face and sniffs lightly, as if she needed to confirm that it is pee. I raise both eyebrows in surprise. A little odd behaviour perhaps (the things a girl does when she thinks no one is watching!), but I was not about to complain. Rather, to my delight, I’m able to share the slight aroma of urine that she finds, before she quickly puts her hand back down at her side and discretely wipes the wetness off onto the fabric on the side of her black skirt. Lauren looks up at the clock and sighs painfully. 12 minutes to go. She takes a glance around the classroom, and I wonder if she’s about to ask if she can leave early. I’m not sure what I can do if she does – I don’t think I should pull a stunt like with Shannon again. Against my better judgement, I consider breaking my personal rules. A muscle spasm that would result in the loss of control isn’t beyond my ability (and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t done it before), though it still just didn’t feel like the right thing to do. Or perhaps I could just transfer her the remaining 10% that she needed – it probably wouldn’t make much of a difference at this point. Lauren bites her lip, silently considering her options. I restrain myself, and wait for her to make a decision. 92%. Eleven minutes. Seemingly making up her mind about something, she slides back in her seat, though still leaning forward in discomfort. She reaches down with both hands, grabs the hem of both her skirt and underwear and pull them up slightly, the fabric tightening slightly around her nether regions. And then, to my complete surprise, she not only uncrosses her legs, but spreads them apart ever so slightly. I haven’t had as much experience as I’d like with this sort of thing – and though I can’t read minds, I can confidently tell the difference between when someone’s need overwhelms them and they lose control, and when someone intentionally lets go. Lauren does the latter. She sits completely still, staring aimlessly ahead with both her hands gently gripping the sides of her chair, and deliberately relaxes her pelvic muscles ever so slightly. Another trickle of urine dribbles out from between her legs and into her underwear. It only lasts a fraction of a second before she stops the flow, and remains motionless. A few seconds pass, and then she loosens her grip again, allowing another small stream to escape. I’m in shock – not only at the fact that Lauren has decided to actually try letting a little bit out to relieve the pressure, but also that I guess she thinks it will help. Everyone knows it doesn’t. Two small dribbles has barely made a dent in her bladder, and she’s still over 90%. And yet, no more than ten seconds pass before she relaxes a third time, and pees a little bit more. A few more seconds of holding, and then another intentional leak. As I watch Lauren continue to slowly and discretely pee in her clothes in the middle of class, I start to grow a bit concerned at the amount she’s releasing. Far too much for a simple pair of panties to hold. I start to contemplate the situation. The classroom chairs are metal with flat seats – they aren’t going to be useful in hiding any wetness. Perhaps her intention is to do as much as she can without drawing attention to herself, and then leave as soon as class ends in the hope that no one realises what has happened before she’s gone. But by now the back of her skirt must be wet – and despite them being black in colour, the material means a wet spot will be easily visible, and she doesn’t have a jacket, nor would her blazer cover it. Maybe her plan is simply to hope no one is paying enough attention to notice. That’s the best I can think of. She lets a sixth dribble of pee out, the same amount as before. Something isn’t quite right. I try and sense what she’s experiencing under her skirt, and what I sense confuses me. For sure, I know what it feels like to pee in one’s underwear, and this wasn’t it. With her garments pulled tight, I’d expect her to feel the fabric absorb each dribble of urine, and for the warmth and wetness to spread evenly along her privates as her panties fill with pee. By now she should be aware of her skirt starting to grow wet around her rear and the backs of her thighs. But that’s not what she feels. It’s warm and wet for sure, but only around her labia itself – not as if all the fabric between her legs is soaking wet as it should be by now. In fact, it doesn’t feel like the cotton of her panties at all… It takes a moment for me to figure it out. ‘Oh!’ I exclaim – quietly, but aloud – in surprise as I realise what’s going on. I don’t know how I had managed to miss it in the first place. ‘Hmm?’ Josh, who I’ve forgotten existed but has been sitting in silence next to me, looks up from his textbook. ‘Nothing,’ I reply quickly. ‘Just figured something out.’ ‘Something’ being that Lauren is wearing a sanitary pad. Edited December 18, 2017 by Kez (see edit history)
That title is going to haunt me for years to come I apologise for the wait, but the next part is here! (side note: the character I refer to as 'Josh' at the end of the last part should be 'James' - fixed that from now on) Part Four ‘You’ve been very quiet this lesson,’ James says in a light, pretending-to-be-suspicious tone. ‘Bored,’ I lie. I’m the polar opposite of bored. ‘Same,’ he shrugs. ‘Only ten minutes left though.’ More accurately, seven. Once James is no long paying attention to me, I return my gaze over to Lauren, still in the same slightly bent forward position with her legs spread slightly. I’m still in amazement that she’s chosen to pee in her pad rather than ask to leave ten minutes early, but nonetheless it seems to have helped. Her bladder has dropped back down to under 90%, and it might just be enough to help her avoid an accident. Or perhaps not, I consider. Now that the seal is broken, her already weakened pelvic muscles are under even more pressure, and not being able to cross her legs lest she squeeze out the pad’s contents all over herself is no help. I notice that she has stopped releasing intentionally – probably concerned that her protection is nearing full capacity. A minute or so after her last short release, I notice her left hand slipping beneath the blazer on her lap once again, and I focus my concentration upon what her fingertips encounter. They slip beneath the waist of her skirt, but stay on the outside of her underwear this time. Cotton, for sure. Her hand trails down gently along the crotch of her panties, trying to feel for any wetness on the fabric. Still dry, as far as she can tell. Underneath, the bulge of the pad is obvious around her privates, and the warmth of her urine is definitely noticeable even from the outside. It’s not a light pad either – I’m not overly experienced with pads, and I want to say maxi, but it’s nowhere near her time of the month so I’m not completely sure. Six minutes. I’m starting to think ahead, as to what’s going to happen when the bell rings. It’s the last Thursday of the month, and the canteen is going to have one of their specials on offer, which means everyone’s going to head straight there. There’s a small bathroom a little ways down the hall, which Lauren is most likely going to head straight for, and find it practically empty. Unless I can do something about it. I need to make a queue. It’s pretty straightforward, though it requires a bit of concentration. There are about twelve girls in the class and about fifteen boys. All I have to do is drip-feed from the boys’ bladders into the girls over the next five minutes. It’s going to put a few of them over half full – nothing to be seriously worried about, but with any luck they’ll be pressured into heading for the bathroom first before walking across the yard to the canteen. No problem guys – I’ve just given you first dibs on dinner. Sorry ladies! I get to work. In the midst of routing various streams of urine every which way across the classroom, I glance back over at Lauren. She’s leant back in her seat, and her hand has slipped back into her underwear to hold herself – grimacing slightly as she feels how wet her privates are, as well the dampness of her pad on the back of her hand. Without wanting to attract too much attention, she slowly rubs her fingers up and down her lower lips as if to try and dry herself off (it seems to only partially work), before removing her hand and once again wiping the pee off onto the side of her skirt. With every girl in the room now certainly aware they’re in need of relief (and all the boys ready to make a beeline for the canteen instead), the last five minutes pass by without incident. I’m keeping a close eye on the clock, though despite being equally anxious for class to end, Lauren has had her eyes focused on her legs for the last minute, right up until the second hand reaches the 12. 12:30 on the dot, and the bell rings. It’s not a quiet bell either, and positioned on the wall almost directly overhead of Lauren, and it catches her by surprise. She jumps slightly in her seat at the sound, losing control of her hold for a split second and a small spurt of pee shoots out into her already saturated pad. She clenches her teeth as she tries to regain control using only her muscles, still unable to cross her legs. Everyone else has already packed their things away and half the class is already on their feet for one of two reasons (Mr Hodges makes some obvious comment about us being dismissed, but no one seems to pay any attention). I slowly close my textbook and begin to pack it away. ‘You coming to the canteen?’ James asks. ‘I’ll catch you guys up in a bit,’ I reply. ‘Fair enough.’ Once I’ve finished packing my bag, Lauren and I are the only two students still seated, and half the class is already gone. She’s been bracing herself to stand up, but the motion is too much as makes an effort to get to her feet, and a second spurt escapes into her underwear. Unable to stand up straight, she leans forward with her legs still spread slightly and both hands pressed flat against her desk. Looking straight down, she struggles to stop this time – reducing it to a trickle at first, before finally regaining control after a few seconds. Her pad must be completely full and her panties certainly wet by now, though I can feel no wetness running down her legs as yet. The last few students are now leaving the room. She slowly puts her blazer on and begins to make her way to the door in front of us – still bent forward slightly and walking in a rather awkward fashion as she tries to keep her legs spread with every step – thankfully not paying much attention to anything around her, such as myself. Trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, I swing my bag over my shoulder and follow her a short distance behind, out of the classroom and into the hallway. Edited December 21, 2017 by Kez (see edit history)
“Alright then, see you lot later” ”You two are okay getting home from here, right?” Danny asks us. ”Yeah, sure! No worries!” I reply. “Me and Lucy will be fine we’re adult enough to find our way home!” ”Well, I am” Lucy says. “Not so sure about you, Geoff” ”Oh har har” I respond, with Lucy grinning at me.  “Well you two figure something out won’t you?” Danny says. “Us four get the south-bound train from here, so we have to love you and leave you I’m afraid” ”Sure you lot don’t want to come back to my place?” I ask again. “We could order pizza, there’s enough room to sleep” ”While we appreciate it” Jenny cuts in, “Dan and I have work tomorrow, and Bill here looks like he might fall asleep on the spot” I look at Bill. He can barely keep his eyes open. In his defence it is about midnight. ”Yeah, alright” I say, taking defeat in my stride. “See you all later then, right?” ”Yeah, ‘course!” Danny says, casting me his reassuring grin. “Next weekend, usual time?” ”Yeah that’s good with me” I say, with the other five giving the same sentiment.  “Let’s be off then” Danny says to the other 3, and they turn around and make their way down the station, leaving just me and Lucy. ”Shall we be off then?” I ask Lucy. ”Yeah, let’s get going” she says.  “Could we hurry a bit?” Lucy adds. “Only I really gotta pee” Chapter one - making our way home Our group of friends aims to go out once a week, and we have done since school. We’ve known each other since we were toddlers, and or friendships have kinda stuck. There’s me - Geoff - Lucy, Alice, Bill, Danny, and Jenny, and by now we’re all in our early twenties. Occasionally there’s Gwen, when we can pull her out her computer chair.  Usually there’s nothing to say about what we do - we’ll go into town, have lunch, wander about, maybe go shopping or have a few drinks, and then we’ll break up quite late, usually about midnight before the trains stop running. This is usually the boring part, but today was different. “What, now?” I ask her.  “When else?” She says. “Come on, let’s go!” ”Whats wrong with the station toilets?” I ask her, pointing in the direction of a rather large sign reading ‘TOILETS’. ”What’s wrong with station toilets?” She says to me, hand on her hip. “Have you ever been in them? I swear, people use the floor on purpose in those things, they’re filthy!” ”Yeah, good point” I admit. “When’s the next train then?” ”No idea” she says, looking around. “Can’t be more than ten minutes or so” It can. “Let’s head to the platform then” I suggest. “Not much else we can do” The two of us start heading down towards the signs that point us to our line. The city metro might be an engineering marvel, but it’s still hard to find your way around after a couple drinks and a long day. At least with a friend you don’t get lost alone. ”You look kinda desperate” I tell Lucy as she hobbles along the small corridor. She’s got one hand between her legs and - alright, she isn’t hobbling, but she’s not walking normally. She looks shifty and a bit urgent. “Sure you aren’t going to put up with the toilets here?” ”Geoff, I’d sooner piss myself” Lucy tells me with a look that might be serious. I raise an eyebrow at her. “Those toilets are filthy - there’s piss everywhere, used papers strewn about, and one time - I saw a needle” ”Dude, gross!” ”Yeah, you’re telling me!” She says, sniffing. “Hell, it’s cleaner for me to just piss myself than even walk in there!” So here’s where I admit something - and I’m a bit embarrassed to admit this. Here goes - Watching someone wet themselves turns me on. There. Weird, I know, but hear me out. There’s something I find so hot about seeing someone so desperate for the toilet, wriggling and squirming, before they can’t hold it anymore and they lose control, and they end up stood there peeing into their jeans. Or skirt, or dress, or whatever they’re wearing, really. I don’t know why it turns me on, but it does. Could be worse, right? I’ve had this thing ever since this girl wet herself in school one time, we were doing some science presentation on the bladder, and this girl wet herself while describing it. Kinda fitting, I guess - but that’s stuck with me And now here’s Lucy, my lifelong friend, bobbing and squirming about in front of me, no idea that she’s driving me wild. “Come on, I’m sure it’s not so bad” I say to her, trying to convince her to go. “Better to use a toilet than wet your jeans” ”A needle, Geoff. A used needle” Lucy says, bending a little as she does. “Never used a public loo after that day. I’d try and pee on the floor somewhere if there wasn’t CCTV bloody everywhere” Lucy’s a cute girl, I don’t mind saying that. She’s a little plump but not fat, and average height. She has wavy brunette hair cut in a bob, she’s got the cutest freckles, and a skin tone that always looks slightly tanned, with beautiful green eyes. She’s funny, silly, and she’s got a smile that could melt ice. I won’t lie, I have a total crush on her. She’s not as sure of her looks as I am, but that just makes her cuter in my eyes. She’s wearing a plain white tee and a pair of pale blue denim capris pants, and a pair of brown strapped sandals.  We make it to the platform, which is all but empty. There’s a chap on the furthest end of the station, and us in the middle. Right above us is the timetable. Next train is in... ”Fifteen minutes!?” Lucy shouts, reading the computer screen. “But I gotta pee!” ”Hey, not so loud! Someone will hear you” ”That’s the least of my worries right now!” She says. “I’ve got a full bladder and nowhere to empty it!” I smirk at her. ”Yeah, real funny!” She says, trying to hide her grin. “Hey, look in that bin and see if there’s a bottle in there, won’t you?” ”What? No!” ”Fine, I’ll look” ”No! I meant no - don’t piss in a bottle!” ”What? Why? It’s either a bottle or my jeans. And I like these jeans” She does look great in those jeans. ”Because there are cameras!” I remind her. “You could get done for indecent exposure” ”...I hate that you’re right...if I wet myself will I be done for public urination?” ”I don’t actually know...maybe?” ”Great!”she says, holding herself with both hands and looking straight up. “I can’t win, no matter what I do.” ”Erm, what stop do we get off at again?” I ask her in an attempt to change the subject. ”Same one as always, Geoff. Gold-falls library, where I’ve always lived” ”You live in the library?” She grins at my stupid joke.  “I’m not gonna make it that far” she says, very matter of factly. “I’m going to wet myself on the train” ”Want to wet yourself now and get it out the way?” She looks at me like I’ve made a smart suggestion.  “You know what Geoff? I might do that...” she says, looking around with one eyebrow raised. “Do you think anyone would notice?” ”What, a big dark wet patch on those bright blue jeans? I think it might stand out a little” I tell her. ”Yeah but...it’s dark out there, and why would people be looking at my crotch?” ”Have you ever wet yourself before? It won’t just be a wet crotch, you’ll have wet legs down to your toes” ”...Think I could get away with it?” She asks, looking at her legs. ”No. No I do not” I say, looking intently at the wall to distract myself. “Don’t wet yourself, Lucy” ”But I want to pee!” She shouts, bobbing up and down on the spot. “Here, I’m gonna-“ ”Lucy don’t do it” ”I’m just going to-“ ”Don’t do it Lucy” ”Just a little-“ Hold it in, Lucy” ”...you’re no fun” ”Fine, piss yourself!” I say to her. “You’ll be the one with cold legs and a big wet patch!” ”Good point. I don’t want to be cold...” Lucy says, running her thumb up and down with her hand between her thighs. “I’m gonna let out a little bit!”  “What?” ”Haa! Hoo, hoo hoo hoo!” Lucy sighs, followed by quick gasps ”What’s with the monkey noises?” ”I let a bit out, but it was really hard to stop!” She says with a strained face. “But it felt really goo-ood!” ”You never?” She pulls her hand from her crotch and points to it, proudly displaying a palm-sized, palm-shaped wet patch on her crotch, and a single yellow drip falls off her denim pants. I can feel myself begin to stiffen up, so I turn to face the bloke at the far end of the platform to distract me. That works well enough.  “Was that really worth it Lucy?” ”Yes!” She says, smirking. “Now I don’t need to go as badly! T-that’s a lie, it’s getting worse now!” ”I told you not to do it!” ”Yeah well....shut up! I need to wee!” ”That’s gonna start getting cold” ”...it already is” she admits. She looks side to side again. “Fuck it, I’m gonna squat down and wee in my jeans” she says to me, stepping to the back of the platform. She squats down, leaning her back against the wall. She’s about to let go when a white light begins swinging down the tunnel, followed by the rumble of the train ”Oh thank god!” She moans, getting up. “Might not have to wet myself tonight!” ”Just don’t pee on the train, ‘Kay?” ”Not really, but whatever” she says, smirking. “But if I can’t make it then I might wet my-“ ”Lucy! Just hold it, you’ll be fine!” We both walk onto the train and take a seat opposite each other. The carriage is empty but for us two and a discarded half-eaten burger and a milkshake. ”Oh crap, sitting down makes it worse” Lucy moans, sitting one leg on top of the other and rocking back and forth. I try not to stare at the wet spot between her thighs. “I. Want. To. Pee.” ”it’s just twelve stops, Lucy, just hold it” ”Can’t!” She moans. “Here, hand me that cup” I look over to it - I can see through the lid that it’s completely full. ”That won’t work, it’s full” I tell her. ”Then p-pass the burger box!” ”Did you stutter?” ”What - I - No, shut up! Pass me it!” ”...say please” ”Fuck you!” She laughs. I kick it over to her. She bends over to pick it up ”Crap! I just leaked a little!” ”what?” She opens her legs to reveal a new wet spot. “I gotta pee so bad!” She stands up and undoes her zipper, and is about to pull her jeans down when the tannoy sounds. ”Please be reminded that CCTV is in operation on all trains, thank you”. ”looks like the driver can see you” I say, as Lucy does her zipper back up and tosses the burger box to the floor - closed so it doesn’t spill the burger. “Better hold it, Lucy!” ”Aaaahhhh!” She shouts. “I don’t want to hold it! I want to do a wee!” ”What are you, six? Just hold it!” I say to her, grinning. “Only eleven stops left!” ”fuuuuuuck!” Most of the journey goes on like this. She sits cross legged, then with her hands between her legs, then hunched over forward, then goes back to cross legged. I’m sat cross legged most of the time for a very different reason. She wriggles, she squirms, she leans back and forth. Nothing really happens until the fourth to last stop “Hey, give me your shoe” Lucy says, pointing with her free hand. ”What? No!” ”It’s a big enough shoe! I’m gonna pee in it!” ”Get out of here, Lucy!” I say, laughing. “You’re not gonna piss in my shoes!” ”Shoe! Just the one!” She insists. ”How do you expect me to walk without a shoe?” ”I don’t know, barefoot? Not my problem!” ”Piss in your own shoe!” ”Good idea, I’ll pee in a sandal...give me your shoe!” ”No, Lucy! I’m not going home with a pissy shoe!” ”Fine, I’ll take it, you can have my sandals instead” ”You’re like three sizes smaller than me! I’ll never fit in your tiny sandals” ”...damn” she says, sitting back for a second before bouncing back into a hunch. “I really need to -“ ”Need to what?” She doesn’t respond. She looks at me like she’s trying to lift something heavy, except she isn’t. After a few seconds she sighs at me. ”Lucy, what was that?” ”My bladder started squeezing!” She says as we pull into the third to last stop. “Really hard too, I nearly lost it!” ”That bad?” ”I’ve been on the verge of bursting since we got on the train! I’m surprised I’m still dry - mostly dry!” ”Not long now, wet jeans” I say with a cheeky smirk as the train moves out again. “Oh ha ha” she says, smiling back. “I’m finding a place to pee the second we get off this bloody train! ”You’ll use a station toilet?” ”Hell no!” She responds like it’s an obvious answer. “I’ll pee in a drain or something!” ”That’s still indecent exposure, Luce!” I remind her.  “Fuck it then, I’ll pee through my jeans over a drain! I-I’ll squat down and let go and- oh fuck!” ”what?” ”I keep leaking!” She moans. “Fuck!” ”Now what?” ”I squirted! Pee I mean - I squirted a little bit of pee out!” ”You’re about to wet yourself” I tell her ”Am I really Geoff? Gee, I hadn’t fu-huuh-cking noticed! T-there, I spurted again!” ”Two stops, hold it!” ”fuck fuck fuck fuck...” Lucy sits in her chair like this for the next two stops - hands between legs, legs clamped together, swearing. Somehow she doesn’t burst. Then we make it to our stop - Gold-falls Library. As the doors open Lucy catapults herself out the door and lands face first on the station she wastes no time clambering to her feet, shooting a shot of pee out the seat of her jeans as she does. ”Made it!” She shouts, bending over double. “Now I can...” ”Now you can what?” ”....fuck...” ”What here? In the open?” ”...fuck off......fuuuuck!” ”Whats wrong?” I ask, like I don’t know. And if I didn’t know, what happens now will show me. Bent over double and facing away from me, I get to see the very moment Lucy loses all control of her bladder. A first few drips falls out from between her cheeks, followed by a gentle dribble. A dark patch spreads over the curve of her ass, soaking upwards and outwards, and a splattering sound begins as droplets of pee hit the floor. A short subtle hiss is followed by the stream growing for a moment before shrinking back to a dribble, and I can tell that Lucy’s bladder has just squeezed hard. Then again, a louder hiss this time, and more pee is gushed out through her jeans, the dark patch runs half way down her thighs now, and it’s gaining on her knees. Another hiss, and it happens again - another surge of pee jets out of her and splatters in the concrete floor. It slows down again until it’s just a few drips. The wet patch runs down to her knees but no further, although a single yellow bead of liquid runs down her left ankle. There a splattered puddle between her feet, which are apart but pointed inward, while her knees are tightly together. I can’t see Lucy’s face, but I can hear her panting.  “Haaah.....haaaah.....haaah....” “Lucy? You okay?” ”Geoff...if you tell anyone about thiiii-“ Shes cut off as another hiss shatters through the noise. She bends over more, and she pees hard. Pee doesn’t just dribble and stream out her capris, it arches out toward me as she jets out the contents of her full bladder, clattering on the concrete floor and splashing in all directions. Two smaller streams run off her ass-curve as her jeans can’t contain it all, splattering clumsily against her ankles and the floor as it flies out. The wet patches streak downwards, charging toward her knees then down her calves before streaks of piss run from under her capris and down onto her feet, lapping over the sandal straps and settling at her soles. The dim light of the station is caught in every droplet off piss running out of her, making it more than obvious that she’s wetting herself, and quite forcefully at that. The streams are running down her skin like rapids, splashing to the ground making little bubbles and spreading around her. The main jet of pee arching out behind her twitches a couple times as she tenses up harder, casting itself as far as my shoes and splattering onto my own blue jeans. She moans loudly as she loses all control of her aching bladder. I can’t look away as the wet patch continues to grow over her legs, soaking into the denim, making a complete circle around her legs at her knees. Her ass pockets are soaked, as pee soaks it’s way up her ass and toward her waistband - there’s so much gushing out of her that it has nowhere to go but up! The fierce hissing begins to waiver and the arching jet begins to falter, and as quickly as it came it stops, leaving Lucy stunned, shivering, and dripping wet.  I stare at Lucy. Well, her ass. She stands, staring at the floor directly below her head, panting. She turns her head to look at me, before she starts talking, I can tell she lets her bladder go as a pathetic dribble of piss begins to fall between her legs. ”Geoff....if you tell anyone about this...haaah...I will kill you. Okay?” ”....yeah...” ”haaahhh...what do you mean, ‘yeah’?” I hadn’t noticed, but Lucy clearly has. Watching that unfold has left me completely aroused. ”....no way...” she grins at me.  “W-what?” ”This...gets you off?” ”Sh-shut up!” ”Geoffrey, you perv!” She giggles, standing up and walking up close.  “D-don’t tell the others...” ”Well then, mister” she grins, resting her right hand on my chest, leaving a wet palm print. “You keep my secret, and I’ll keep yours...hmm?” She stays like this for a second, her face inches from mine.  Can smell her perfume up close, her breath, and the smell of fresh urine coming from her soaking wet jeans. She steps back, and I nod. ”D-deal” I stutter. She smirks at me. She laughs again.  “Mind if I stop at yours tonight Geoff?” She says, looking around and acting like nothings out the ordinary. “Only your place is much closer than mine, and it’s kinda late”. ”S-Sure” I tell her. She grins. ”Thanks” She says. “Wow, I needed that!”
Jade helped Sarah slip her leotard on.  Jade had managed to slip into her dark blue one after about half an hour of pulling up the damn thing to get her legs through.  Sarah was probably the thinnest of her friends.  Jade had the biggest.  Not so much bigger as it fat, but in a better shape and muscle.  Sarah though he nice thin legs and that small shape rounded up around her boobs.   Their other friend Lexi brushed her dark hair before tying it up.  She had rubbed baby oil all over herself to slip into the leotard faster. Their coach ordered them extra small leotards even though they were all in the low medium size range.   “This is tight as hell!” Jade said, unable to stretch her long black shiny legs cause of the force of the leotard. “Definitely a squeeze on my bladder,” said Sarah as she crouched over a little quickly crossing then uncrossing her legs just to maintain control.     “Make sure to stay hydrated ladies!”  Yelled their coach from his office.  “AC is down and competition will be rough.  Just like my second marriage.” ” Like I can drink more,” said Lexi in a pissed off mood.  “My bladder is the size of Texas.” In spite of that, she continued to guzzle down the rest of her water bottle.  ” Me too,” said Sarah.   “Me pee-I MEAN THREE!” Yelled an agonizing Jade. “LADIES LET’S MOVE OUT!” screamed the coach. They all headed out to the stadium.  It was an indoor gymnasium.  Very big.  Right now, the place was set up like a gymnasium for gymnastics and a little acrobat practice.  Most of the other time the floor mats were moved out and hoops lowered for basketball games.  Before that during the year there would be hockey games that happened from the floor opening and bringing out an ice ring.  The gymnasium was packed.  Family, friends, students, professors of their college, general public, everyone was there.  Three different schools competing.  For Jade, Sarah, and Lexi, this was their home school.  This was their stage bitches! Sarah stopped as her coach and friends moved forward.  She held her lower belly as her bladder violently vibrated and caused a pulsing cramp of pain push through her body.  “Ah!” she moaned.  “Be right back!”  Her friends and coach looked at her, and before they could be saying anything, she went off with a trail of just a little leaked urine behind her. Sarah made it to the bathroom.  She was bouncing as she walked up to the stall and pushed at the door but it would not open.  “Occupied!” the person inside said.  Sarah bounced and tried the next stall.  Same thing: occupied.  She tried the third one.  No good either!  One left.  She pushed the door open and felt relief BUT it was shut and locked.  “Yo, I’m in here!”  Sarah was sweating as she felt all those bottles of water filling her bladder.  Very quickly her bladder filled more.  It was a heavy, boiling feeling.  “Please hurry!” she begged.  This was embarrassing.  She turned red.  Finally, a flush.  Her knees went inwards.  She grabbed her crotch and plugged up her pee hole with her fingers.  A stall unoccupied as she ran in and slammed the door.  “Thank G-.” Sarah stopped as she pulled on her leotard and it would NOT come off.  “Oh…no….”  She tried pulling it at the collar, the bottom, it was so tight it was stuck on her.  Seeing the toilet right there was so bad at that moment.  Poor Sarah potty-danced foot to foot, knowing she was in for a big mess.  “Sarah!” yelled Coach.  “Better get that little tush of yours out here!” “Mmmm,” Sarah moaned.  She had no choice.  She ran out, legs tight together as her butt stayed closed.  Sarah stood on the balance beam, ready for the performance of her life (and due to possible humiliation, her last).  Sarah shook from her rising anxiety.  She could not piss herself in front of all these people.  She started to leak.  She took small steps.  It was the most awkward gymnaeitcs performance ever.  People gave odd looks not knowing what exactly was going on.  Sarah froze on the beam and could not move, and the weight of her bladder brought her down.  A gallon of heavy yellow pee inside anchoring her down and causing her legs to split against her will.  Sarah covered her face and turned red as a cherry.  From the split and the red face, she looked like a banana split sundae with a cherry on top.  Seeing her poor friend caused both pains of empathy for Jade and pains in her bladder.  Who was she kidding?  Her bladder was seconds away from exploding like a water balloon doing a belly flop with a brick wall.  Odd because right now as she ran to the bathroom, Jade’s bladder felt like a brick wall.  Rock hard as filled with pee.  Her legs remained tight as she ran and she almost dropped dead with her jaw dropped as she saw the horror: a huge line for the ladies’ room! “Ah man!” Jade moaned, crossing her shiny black legs, crouching down to her butt as she held her crotch.  “I gotta hold it!  I can…can’t!”  Jade did wait in line and tried VERY hard to hold in that river inside wanting to pour out.  She felt a war gist in her panties and bit her lip knowing any second she would pop.  The line did not even look like it was moving.  The only thing about the line that was moving were the tons of ladies in it.  Mothers, daughters, classmates of Jade.  She was very last in line for only FOUR STALLS!  Jade sweat and turned to the men’s room, but a sign was over it that said, “closed for cleaning.”  Jade cried out, “Shit!  Shit, shit, shit shit shit!”  Her arms pressed against her sides going straight down as her lips sucked inside her mouth and she only felt the pressure expanding inside of her.  “GGGotta hhhold it!  Come on!”  Sweat beat across her face and she gagged becoming so shaky from the pain . Like she was a dragon  with fire coming out of her bladder and a royal knight struck her with a sword of party destruction. “Jade!” yelled Coach.  “What the hell is going on with you girls?  Sarah just humiliated herself in front of everyone out there, and now you?  The hell?” “C-C-Coach,” Jade mumbled her words together.  She shook and could not stop. Her body was losing control and about to explode like crazy.  “I REALLY need to PEE.  I-AH!”  A stream leaked down her leg.  She held her crotch, but the tightness was so bad that her grip barely had any effect.  “MMMM!”  Oh all that water.  It had blown her bladder up so so much.   Jade went woozy and fainted right there, and pee shot out of her going everywhere.  Coach jumped out of the way as others backed up.  As Jade came back to it, she realized what she did.  She could not stop the urine coming out, and only cried.  She got up, cried, and ran away to who knew where.  Though Coach’s gym bag did smell like a load of urine when he picked it up later.  And Jade was pissed at him (no pun intended…ok little pun). Lexi had her arms crossed around her torso, legs crossed, and bounced knowing she was going to be the third to go off if she did not do something quick. “This can’t be happening,” She whispered in a feeling of panic. “Ok Lexi,” said Coach as he walked by.  “Just you sweetie.  Good luck.”  He slapped her on the back and almost caused her to pee herself.  Lexi had to win this for school. Lexi ran and leaped onto the rope and pulled herself up doing a few flips.  Each time she landed on the ground she crocuses at the knees and held her crotch hard.  Be each landing also made the boiling pressure inside worse than the last jump and land.    She flung over the mattress blocks and landed doing a cartwheel.  She spun, she danced, and the crowd cheered.  Lexi smiled, and she noticed her bladder did not sting as much anymore.  The judges all held up their score cards.  1 1 and 1.  Three ones out of ten for a score?  “The hell?” Lexi said. A judge said, “No sweetie, you really did well out there.  We’re just trying to tell you…well.”  She pointed and Lexi turned around, turning red at the sight.  A large, stretched puddle about twenty feet long stretched behind her.  It was still coming from down her legs, but she did not feel it due to being so numb from the leotards.  Lexi was so embarrassed she did all sshe could.  Try to cover it up.  “It’s just yellow Gatorade!”  Half the stadium laughed at least.  Lexi held her legs tight as she could feel more bursting to come out.  “NnnnO....mmmmNO!”  She cries as she squirmed around.  Her legs were shot open by the pressure.  A storm drained out of her and as good as it felt the constant laughing and humiliation got rid of that goodness.  She fell to her knees crying hands over face. END.  Edited December 17, 2017 by Rick Dixon (see edit history)
Jen sighed. She hated her job, especially at this time of the year. She sat in the employee break room of the nation chain Technoleak, an electronics store proud to gush all of its deals onto its customers. She sat in her standard uniform. A pair of tight white pants with a black belt, a blue button up shirt (tucked in of course), and a pair of black heels. Underneath she wore a sexy blue lace bra and thong set. Jen had worked at this electronic store for years and wished she could just get out and continue with her bachelor’s degree. Alas, there she sat, sipping on her second coke of her fifteen-minute break, ticking down the time till she had to go back on the sales floor. She was working on commission, so every sale she made got her closer to her goal of going back to college. Being the twenty-one-year-old, tall, sexy girl, she was, it wasn’t hard to make good sales. She walked over to the sink in the break room and washed her hands, freshened up her face, and pulled her brown hair back into a pony tail. As she finished freshening up, her phones alarm went off, signaling her break had ended. Just as she stopped the alarm she felt a different feeling other than the dread of going back on the sales floor. “Fuck. I forgot to pee” she thought. Jen had needed to pee since before her break after consuming a few water bottles during her shift. Jen closed her legs tight and started a brisk walk towards the bathroom. As Jen walked up to the bathroom she saw the door propped open and a wet floor sign in the doorway saying closed for cleaning. “Oh shit” Jen thought, squirming a little in place. She peaked her head into the bathroom and saw the janitor. “Hey… how much longer do you think you’ll be.” Jen murmured. She didn’t want to show her need, but damn did she need to go. Those cokes and water were really starting to fill her up. “Oh, just a little while longer” The old man said scuttling about. Jen sighed. She already was over her break time. She sulked away from the toilets and back to her department. She walked from buying group to buying group. The place was packed as it was the night before the super bowl. People ranging in old grandpas to sexy hot shot business executives were trying to buy the best TV out there. Jens sexy looks helped her upsell her customers, but she wasn’t having the easiest time focusing on sales as her bladder was filling rapidly. “Fuck… okay one more buying group then I can pee” Jen said to herself, walking up to a mother daughter group. “Welcome to Technoleak, is there anything I can help w-with today?” Jen said, a little shake in her voice. Her legs trembled as her bladder pulsed a bit stronger than before. “Why yes. What’s so good about this tv here” The older mother asked. “Well, this TV has a higher refresh rate than most.” Jen said, rattling off her normal specs for the TV. “Ah so… refresh rate… its refreshing? Relieving? Like a good pee ha-ha!” The older woman giggled. She obviously knew nothing about TVs, but the mention of pee really hit Jen again. She casually crossed her legs and pressed them hard together as she explained what refresh rates were. “No, the TV processes information faster and is able to show more fluid video than others. Let me show you.” With that, Jen took a remote and turned the TV they were looking at to the 120hz refresh rate demo. “Oh no…” Jen thought as it turned on. The demo was of a high-speed waterfall pouring into a canyon. It was slow and dynamic for a few seconds, then it ramped up and splashed away. Another image was of a football player spraying water onto his coach in slow motion. These images made Jens bladder burn with need. She doubled over slightly and bounced in place. “A-as you can s-see its very uh, nice fluid. Its a ve-very smooth pee- I mean picture.” She stammered. She was having a very hard time watching all of this. “Ohhh okay. Wonderful! Ya know what, ya sold me girly. Ill take one.” The woman beamed with happiness as she saw the TV she was soon to own. Jen breathed a sigh of relief as she walked her customers to her register. As she walked, she glanced to the toilets to see a woman going into it! She gasped in happiness and hurried through the transaction with her customer. “Thank you for shopping with us! Have a great day! The inventory team will bring the TV to your car” Jen said turning away, looking towards the restroom. “Hey, wait” The daughter said. Jen turned and looked at her with a pleading look of “Why are you doing this”. “Where’s the bathroom here? I’ve kind of needed to go for some time.” The girl asked. “Oh… its uh… Right over there” Jen pointed in the direction of the bathroom and the girl took off. “Fuck… Now I need to wait… can’t just directly follow her into the bathroom…” Jen thought to herself. She leaned against her register, cross legged, waiting for the girl to go into the bathroom. Finally, the girl did, and Jen proceeded to briskly walk to the bathroom herself, passing the other employees demoing the high refresh rate screens with the waterfall demo. Jen moaned slightly and help her belly. “God, I have to gooooo!” She moaned top herself. I chill ran down her spine. “What If I wet myself at work… Oh god that cannot happen! Id never get promoted ever!!! Fuck I need to piss like now!” She thought again before getting to the bathroom door. Jen approached the bathroom door. She was bouncing with need at this point and knew she didn’t have much time to get in there before her boss noticed she was off the sales floor. Jen went to open the door but noticed it wouldn’t budge. “What the…” she said and tried to open it again. It moved slightly but didn’t fully open. “Omg Becky I didn’t think Id see you here.” Jen heard a voice from inside the door. “Oh, hey Sharon! Nice to see you. Say, did you see that brown-haired sales girl out there. Whew did it look like she had to pee!” Jen banged on the door. “Hey open up!” she said. “Oh geez. Someone must be trying to get in. Well ya know they can wait. What’s new with you Becky.” The woman on the other end said in a snarky tone. “Oh my god!!!” Jen reeled. This cannot be happening to me she thought. Jen looked around and saw her boss coming onto the sales floor. “Shit… I have to go back… Ill just… have to hold on… fuck me….” Jen sulked away from the bathroom and back to the sales floor, still bursting to pee. Jen returned to the sales floor, jiggling around, her hands in her pockets trying to alleviate the pressure from her pants on her bladder. She had another hour till her next fifteen-minute break and she had to hold on. If she didn’t… god she didn’t even want to think what would happen to her. She moved from customer group to customer group, her voice wavering, her legs shaking. “God dammit I have to go” She thought checking another customer out with a new TV. It was beginning to get late and the store was getting busier. Granted, more employees were coming to help. This wasn’t helping her bladder as many of the new guys were playing the waterfall demo. Jen had to endure the splashing and jetting of water as she jiggled up and down trying to hold in her fluids. She glanced at her watch and realized she was about to get her break! “Fuck fuck fuck!” She said under her breath, crossing her legs as she completed her transaction with her client. “T-There you go” She said handing the older gentleman his receipt. His eyes wavered to her big tits as they jiggled with her desperation. Jen quickly turned and rushed to the bathrooms. Upon arriving she was more that desperate. The thought crept up on her that she might not make it. A counter thought also arose. “I’m a big girl… I… I can hold it.” She thought and opened the bathroom door. She gasped, seeing 3 lines for the 3 stalls in the women’s room. “Oh god…” She moaned, and she got into the shortest line. Jen stood, agonizingly trying to hold her piss in. She bounced in place. She doubled over. Anything to help relieve a bit of pressure. She kept glancing at her watch. Time was flowing by rapidly fast. Her break would be over soon if this line didn’t move faster. She glanced up. Only two more women in front of her. Her legs were crossed, her hands were in her pockets, she was jiggling up and down desperately. “God, I have to fucking go!!!” She hissed under her breath. Just as she said this her watch went off. “Oh no... Oh god…” She hissed. “Please let me go first! I need to pee!! Really fucking badly p-please!!!” She cried to the women in front. “You think we don’t? We’ve been holding it way longer girl. Try again later” they hissed back. No options. She had to go back out. She sobbed a little as she walked out. Jen tried to hard to act natural, but her bladder was at the tipping point. She had to piss so damn badly it almost hurt. She saw her boss near her work area and knew she had to look busy. She walked over to her desk and did something she deemed so childish but needed to be done. As she filled out a TV malfunction report (which was completely false) she slipped a hand between her legs as she crossed them. She felt a little bit of relief from having the extra pressure there, and it gave her reassurance she could hold on. But she couldn’t grab her crotch in front of customers. “Dammit… How am I gunna hold this” she said as a pair of customers walked up. “Excuse me, can you show us the 4k televisions?” Jen was frantic. After showing the couple a few TVs she got passed off to another group, then another group. She was doing a great job in sales but the constant sound of gushing water from the sound bars and the views of waterfalls was destroying her hopes of holding it all in. She was at her absolute breaking point now. She finished up her last sale and glanced at the bathrooms again. “Fuck It. I CANNOT piss myself. I need to go now or Ill have an accident.” She hissed crossing her legs yet again. As the receipt printed Jen froze. She felt a very small squirt fall from her pussy into her lace thong. She glanced down at her crotch and didn’t see anything showing just yet. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK” is all she was thinking. She handed the customer their receipt and ran to the bathroom. Fuck her boss. She had to pee NOW. Jen rushed the female bathroom door and collided with it. She gasped as she leaked again into her panties. She grabbed herself with both hands and jiggled in place. The door was locked. “Wha! How! Fuck I can’t!” She said sobbing a little. She could feel the dampness between her legs. Just then she saw the janitor walking up. “Oh, thank god. I really need to get in there! You’re just in ti- “she gasped as she saw him placing an out of order sign on the men’s and women’s room door. “Sorry sweetie. Water main break. Whole city is havin some sort of issue right now.” The janitor said shrugging. “I… I…” Jen said quivering. “Relax. There’s always a bucket in the hallway” the janitor laughed, kicking the bucket next to the bathrooms with his foot and walking away. “Oh fuck… Do…. Do I just… No. I can’t. Ill just go home. I can’t do this!” Jen mumbled to herself and briskly walked towards the exit. Just as Jen was passing her department her boss stopped her. “Hey you okay? Where do you think you’re going? You have an hour left in your shift” He said sternly. He was a big man and Jen was slightly terrified of him. “I uh. (Fuck) I umm was going to go help in uh. Car electronics! Yeah!” She stammered. She was going to burst soon, and she felt it. But she couldn’t just leave in front of her boss. She sulked away to the car electronics area, another small leak slithering into her panties. She looked down in horror and saw a small wet spot forming on her crotch. It was the size of a half dollar. The worst part? Her pants were becoming slightly see through, showing her blue thong! “Oh no… So… if I wet myself… Everyone will see… Oh god I can’t let that happen.” She hissed to herself. She briskly walked over to the car radios / electronics section. “Okay. Just walk here out of sight… Then dash to the bathrooms to piss in the bucket. Fuck. I gotta pee. Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee” Jen said to herself, a hand hovering near her crotch. “Fuck someone’s here. Okay just try and pass them” she murmured. There was two black men standing at the radio area. When they saw the sexy, struggling girl, with her legs tight and her hand gripping her crotch occasionally, they knew they wanted to hold her up for a bit. “Ey yo shawty. Can you help us? We got some questions” They asked the desperate saleswoman. Jen paused. “Fuck… Alright just… help them and then pee.” She thought to herself, gaining some composure and walking over to them. “What about this one?” The one man said pointing to another radio. “W-Well that one uh.” She tried to rattle off specs, but her desperation was getting to much. She felt another leak travel to her thong. “F-fuck I…” She stuttered. “Girl you okay?” Then men ask, getting harder by the second watching this obviously desperate girl struggle. “I-I’m fine…” She sighed. “Oh shit, these play music? Hold up” The one man pressed a button on the radio and turned on some fine Spanish salsa. “Oh, shit this my jam!!!” The one man quickly grabbed Jen making her gasp and leak a little more in her thong. She spun her around, dancing quickly with her, tossing her left and right. Jess was stumbling. Her bladder was throbbing. Another leak escaped her, but she refused to give up. She had a big wet patch that could almost be seen from the front now. The man finally finished his little dance and dipped her down. “Tada!” He said. She let out a massive spurt on the last dip and a stream of piss shot down her leg. “Oh, shit girl you pissin? Fuck we’ll buy the radio for your troubles.” The men said together. “T-Thank y-ou,” Jen stammered. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She pushed her way to the register with their radio in hand. She tried too hard to get through the transaction, but they kept asking stupid questions. “Does this come with a warranty?” The one man asked. “Y- Y- Yes” She said. Another squirt fell from her pussy, trailing down her leg. Some of the other employees noticed her turmoil and took at their phones. They knew what could happen. And the sexiest worker in the store? They had to get it on video. “Do yall have credit cards?” One of the men asked. “N-No… I…” Another squirt. Jen was losing it completely. She shoved a hand to her crotch as she jiggled furiously in place. She was sweating profusely. She couldn’t hold it any longer. Maybe she could make it to the bucket still? “I thought yall did. Huh aight, lets just buy this and go.” One of the men said, swiping his master card. His receipt printer and Jen handed it to him and turned towards the restrooms, starting to hobble back. She noticed all the employees around her with their cell phones out. “Oh no…” She thought. “Hey! Quick question miss” One of the men hollered to her. “Y-yes?” Jen sputtered, a big leak jetting into her pants. Her wet spot was huge now. She was about to burst. “Wheres yalls restroom. I kinda gotta pee ya know? Like a waterfall!” The man said laughing. This was it for Jen. She gasped and grabbed herself forcefully with two hands as piss rocketed from her pussy. She started to sob as she burst. Pee gushed all over her as she squirmed in place trying desperately to stop it. “NononoNONONONO!!!! STOP! FUCK! SHIT! I CAN’T! FUCK!” She screamed as pee splashed all over her sexy legs as she jiggled in place. She started to full on cry as she kept pushing on her pee hole to stop the flood. “No… no…. fuck no…” she cried… She glanced around as she saw everyone’s phones out, laughing at her. “D-Delete that… no….” She shouted. Everyone could see her lace thong through her pants. It was undeniable that she had completely wet herself. Jen sulked out of the store, her heels filled with pee as she shuffled to her car. Jen thankfully was off for a few days right after her fateful accident. However, upon returning, she gasped as she saw pictures of her pissing herself on the employee hub website and videos up on the company social media page. She had tried to stay away from social media since the accident, but she couldn’t avoid it any longer. Everyone knew her as the girl who couldn’t hold it at Technoleak… As she walked to her department her fellow employees smirked, one even handing her a bottle of water and laughing. God, she was humiliated… Would she ever get over this? The worst part was, as she walked to clock in, she felt a need to pee already.
I have been thinking about this story for what feels like forever, but I've been very bad about writing. It will have five chapters, the way I have it pictured, so by posting the first (short, introductory) section, I'm trying to force myself into getting it all written down. We'll see how that works out :)  *****             Gina Sanchez groaned and placed a hand over her protruding belly. Her OB-GYN appointment was in 45 minutes, and she had just walked out to the parking lot to find her front tire hopelessly flat.             Gina sighed and reached into her purse for her AAA card and phone.             “I’m sorry, ma’am,” the voice from the hotline said, “but our volume of calls is higher than usual at the moment. Because you’re in a safe area, other calls take priority. It will likely be at least an hour before we can get someone out to help you.”             Gina sighed again and thanked the person on the phone. She looked back toward the school, trying to decide what to do next. She could just call a cab or ride-share, she supposed, and then come back after her appointment.             She leaned back against the car to take some of the weight off of her feet. At six months pregnant, she knew she wasn’t as big as she was going to be, but the extra pounds of pregnancy – not to mention the odd distribution of the weight – took a lot of getting used to.             Although their suburb was reasonably small and welcoming, Gina and her husband, Hector, had lived there less than a year, so she hadn’t made any friends who she felt comfortable calling for help in the middle of the day. While Hector started his surgical residency at the hospital in the city, Gina had gotten a job as an art teacher at the local high school. The position was only half-time; like most schools, the district couldn’t afford a full arts curriculum, so courses were only offered in the morning. Although there were usually opportunities for Gina to sub for other teachers in the afternoons, the job allowed her plenty of flexibility to prepare for the baby.             Of course, that flexibility would be put to the test now. Instead of going to the doctor and then taking the rest of the afternoon to cook and continue preparing the house, Gina would have to work in a trip to the mechanics to get the tire fixed.             Just as she was about to pick up her phone again to order a ride, Gina caught sight of a tall figure walking out of the school.             Dominic Mackenzie - called “Mack,” as any guy with the last name of Mackenzie was legally obliged to be - was an 18-year-old senior. Gina hadn’t had him in class, but every teacher at the high school knew Mack. Everyone knew him, Gina thought, and very few would have done what she was about to do.             “Dominic!” Gina called, waving across the parking lot.             Mack turned and squinted. He hesitated, his face masked of any real emotion, but then started walking toward Mrs. Sanchez’s car.             Gina inhaled deeply. She knew about Mack, of course, but she’d never personally had any problems with him. And ultimately, the important thing about the boy at the moment was that he worked at a local garage, so Gina was reasonably sure he knew how to change a tire.             The unimportant, though not entirely irrelevant thing was that Mack had a fairly outsized reputation at the school. Gina tried not to listen to all of the rumors, of course, bandied about by students and teachers alike, but one set of facts remained undeniable: about three months ago, just before winter break, Mack and another student had gotten into a vicious fight, ending with Mack breaking the other boy’s jaw.             Such violence from a high schooler, especially at a school not at all known for aggression among the students, was bound to create stories. Mack was a gang member, Mack was an enforcer for a drug ring in the city, Mack was the young leader of an underground fight club…Gina didn’t take any of these rumors at face value, but Mack had exactly the kind of quiet personality and lack of social connections that all but urged others to fill in the blanks on his unknown story. Mack’s tall, dark, and broad-shouldered stature only added to the bad-boy persona that the entire school seemed willing to foist upon him.             “What’s going on, Mrs. Sanchez?” Mack asked, quietly but not prohibitively.             The boy was certainly intimidating, staring down at her from under thick eyebrows, but Gina wasn’t fearful by nature. She had a problem, and this young man could help her fix it.             Gina smiled and gestured toward the completely flat tire. “I have a spare in the trunk, but I can’t do it myself. Could you please help me?”             Mack paused. In a split second, unseen by Mrs. Sanchez, dozens of thoughts and considerations flew through his mind. But all he said was “Of course. Can you pop the trunk?”             Gina grinned, relieved. She pulled the trunk open and stepped aside. With practiced hands, Mack lifted the cover and pulled out the lug wrench and wheel wedges.             “It doesn’t take long, right?” Gina asked, more to make conversation than out of any real concern for the time.             “Just a few minutes,” Mack replied, kicking the wedges under the opposite tire. He didn’t mean to be curt, but he hadn’t planned on the ten to fifteen extra minutes. Not that he would have left a pregnant woman in need of help, of course, but keeping his schedule was very important.             “You’re not going to be late, are you?” Gina continued as Mack raised the jack. Mack didn’t answer right away, so Gina continued. “You go Dermot’s in the afternoons, right?” Dermot’s Garage was the mechanic where Mack worked. Apprenticed, really.             “I’ll be fine,” the teen responded. He was now crouched down, loosening the lug nuts from the flat tire.             Gina gave up trying to make conversation. Mack wasn’t being rude, she knew, but if he wasn’t big on chatting – at the very least, not with teachers outside of school – she wasn’t going to force it from him, especially not when he was already doing her a favor.             Mack worked efficiently but thoroughly, removing the flat tire and placing it in the well in the trunk. He stood at the back of the car for just a moment before returning to the front wheel. He placed the spare onto the wheel and began tightening the bolts, alternating back and forth across the wheel to keep the tire balanced.             Gina didn’t really know anything about changing tires, so she didn’t notice the brief, oddly-spaced hesitations in Mack’s work, or how he subtly shifted position multiple times.             Mack had been honest when he’d told Mrs. Sanchez that it wouldn’t take long, but minutes mattered. Mack gnawed on the inside of his lip, glad that the work was almost finished.             The spare in place, Mack lowered the jack and walked to the other side of the car to pick up the wedges. As he stood up, wedges in hand, he froze for a second. Gina, who was inspecting the spare tire placement (not really knowing what she was looking for, other than that it looked straight and secure), didn’t see. By the time she looked up, Mack was returning the materials to the trunk and securing the cover.             “Thank you so much, Dominic,” Gina said, once again using his first name as a marker of professional distinction.             “No problem, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack nodded once in acknowledgement and turned to leave.             “Can I pay you?” Gina asked, raising her voice to call him back. Mack paused, but didn’t turn around. “I don’t have a lot of cash, but I can give you something for your time-“             “It’s fine,” Mack interrupted, his voice clipped with a sense that Gina couldn’t quite interpret. He was facing away from her, but looked sideways over his shoulder.             “Well, is there anything el-“             Gina cut herself off. There was an odd sound, a kind of trickling that seemed amplified in the school parking lot.             Momentarily confused, Gina started to speak. “Dominic? What-“             But she cut herself off again as she noticed a puddle growing around Mack’s right foot. Instantly, realization snapped into place, and she shut her mouth abruptly.             For several long, uncomfortable seconds that seemed like much longer, student and teacher stood without speaking, with only the terribly out-of-place sound of liquid rushing against fabric before pattering onto the asphalt between them.             When the sound finally stopped, Mack exhaled slowly. The right leg of his jeans was soaked, as were his left sock and shoe.             “Dominic…” Gina breathed, unsure of what to say or do.             Mack kept his feet planted, facing away from Mrs. Sanchez. He knew she couldn’t see the full stain on his jeans, but the sound and the puddle on the ground were plenty incriminating. There’s no way she didn’t know what had just happened.             “That’s just a donut, not a full spare,” Mack spoke softly but evenly over his shoulder. “So you don’t want to go over 50 miles per hour. You’ll want to get it replaced as soon as you can.”             Gina blinked, not quite able to process the past 60 seconds. “Dominic, are you-“             Mack raised his head and met Mrs. Sanchez’s eyes. His gaze was steady and unabashed. “Do you need anything else, Mrs. Sanchez?”             Gina’s mouth was slightly open, but she straightened her neck and tried to follow the student’s lead.             “No, Dominic,” she deliberately kept her voice clear. If Mack was going to continue as if nothing happened, then so would she. “I really appreciate your help.”             Mack nodded and strode away, leaving Gina wondering what exactly had just happened.
This is easily the fastest I've ever written a second chapter. I must be avoiding other responsibilities :)  ***             Dominic Mackenzie groaned and leaned his head against the steering wheel of his truck. He’d known he hadn’t had a lot of extra time, but he definitely didn’t think that changing Mrs. Sanchez’s tire would have ended quite like that.             Still. Nothing he could do about it now. He had a change of clothes in his backpack (he always kept a change of clothes now), so he’d be able to clean up before getting to work. ***             After an uneventful doctor’s appointment, Gina couldn’t stop thinking about Mack. She’d heard stories of high school students wetting themselves before, but they were rare, and they almost always involved freshman, too shy to ask for be excused from class. She truly couldn’t think of anything that could have caused an 18-year-old to have an accident in front of a teacher. He hadn’t even shown any signs of needing the bathroom…had he?             Gina pressed her lips together as she walked back to her car. Even though she was small (well, not as small as she used to be…) and fairly young, she was still a teacher, which meant that she still had authority over students. Perhaps Mack was overly sensitive to that power dynamic, and he hadn’t wanted to refuse what he thought was an order.             She felt terrible. She’d have to apologize to the boy and let him know that she never intended to make him uncomfortable. Luckily, she had an unexpected errand that could overlap with just such an apology.             Mind made up, Gina pulled out her phone, found directions to the desired location, and drove off. ***             Across town, the old phone on the garage wall jangled.             “Yeah?” Mack answered, knowing that the phone was functionally an intercom, only ever used by his boss. Mr. Dermot, the garage owner, let Mack work in the smaller garage behind the main one, mostly rebuilding engines, but occasionally doing a quick oil change or tire rotation for drop-in customers. Mr. Dermot would always call to let Mack know that he’d sent someone back.             “There’s a tire change coming back to you,” Mr. Dermot’s rasped. “Says she’s a teacher at your school.”             Mack gruffly assented and hung up. He’d already put together the pieces before he saw Mrs. Sanchez step out of her car.             “Hello, Dominic,” she greeted him softly.             “Mrs. Sanchez,” he nodded, already locking the car into place to raise the platform.             Gina hesitated. She hadn’t exactly written out a speech, and now, being alone in a repair shop with a tall, surly teenager made the idea of bringing up his previous indiscretion much less appealing.             “I…didn’t look at the tire,” she heard herself say, temporarily abandoning her intended apology. “I don’t know if it can be fixed.”             “I’ll check.”             He clearly wasn’t interested in conversation, but Gina couldn’t be entirely deterred. As Mack started his exploration of the deflated tire, she worked up the courage to open her mouth again.             “Dominic, I wanted to apologize for what happened earli-“             “You ran over a nail,” Mack interrupted, almost as if he hadn’t heard her. “Right there. Should be easy enough to patch.”             “I-“ Gina stammered for a moment, but then gathered herself. She understood the discomfort of the situation, but she wanted to make sure that Mack knew he didn’t have to be in such a situation ever again.             “I didn’t intend to make…that…”             “This shouldn’t take long, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack interrupted again. “You can just have a seat.”             “Dominic, please, I never meant to-“             “Mrs. Sanchez.” Mack stopped his work, but didn’t look at his teacher. “Please stop.”             But Gina was determined. “I want you to know that I’m sorry for what I made you do,” she insisted, speaking quickly. “I didn’t mean to force you into anything.”             Mack kept working, sealing the patch to the tire. “It wasn’t your fault,” he grumbled. “It’s just a thing that happens.”             Gina had been ready to keep apologizing, to explain the power differential between students and teachers and how he didn’t have to blindly obey, but something in the teen’s phrasing stopped her. To most people, it might have just sounded like Mack was brushing her off, saying “shit happens,” but that’s not how Gina interpreted it. “…a thing that happens,” he’d said. As if…             “Dominic,” Gina spoke carefully, “is…is this because of the fight?”             Mack drew in a long breath. ***             “Hey, Bigfoot!”             Mack slowed in the hallway and turned around, casually thinking that “Sasquatch” would have been a more sophisticated insult. Then again, the wiry boy standing in front of him wasn’t known for his sophistication.             “You got a problem, asshole?” Conway Fallon sneered up at Mack.             Mack rolled his eyes and started to turn away. Conway had just moved to the school a few weeks ago, and had apparently decided that Mack was the alpha male he’d have to unseat to become the top dog in the senior class. Mack may have been the biggest, but he had no interest in ruling anyone, and he certainly had no desire to have it out with the new kid.             “Hey!” Conway grabbed on to Mack’s arm, forcibly turning him back around. “I’m talking to you!”             Mack clenched his jaw. There was something in Fallon’s eyes – he was itching for a confrontation.             “Whaddya want, Connie?” Mack grunted.             “Don’t call me that,” Conway snapped.             Mack suppressed a snort. This kid acted like he was auditioning to be the villain in a John Hughes film.             “Hey!” Conway yelled again, shoving Mack backwards. “I said don’t call me that!”             Mack shook his head. “Don’t, Fallon.”             “Don’t what?!” Conway taunted, shoving Mack again. “Don’t. What?”             One more shove, and Mack slammed up against the lockers, the immense noise more a result of his own bulk than from any force from the push.             Mack really didn’t want to fight. He knew any retaliation would be unlikely to escape formal punishment, and he could take a few punches. He figured he’d just let Conway get in a few hits, and then it would be over.             “Come on, asshole,” Conway jeered, backing up a bit and shaking out his arms. “Do something!”             And with that, Conway reared back and punched Mack across the cheek. Mack’s head snapped to the side, but even as the lockers rattled dramatically, the only thought going through his mind was that clearly, no one had ever taught Conway how to fight. The punch was poorly placed and fairly weak, largely due to the fact that Conway was a solid six inches shorter than Mack, yet had reached up to aim for his face.             But as Mack almost casually pondered Conway’s subpar punch, Conway kicked at Mack’s legs, taking the taller boy by surprise. Mack stumbled sideways, tripping over a rogue backpack and crashing to the ground.             “Yeah!” Conway shouted, as if he’d just pulled off a UFC-worthy takedown. “You like that, asshole?”             Mack made no move to stand. Surely Conway would be satisfied now.             But Conway’s eyes glinted with malice. He’d never planned on getting this far, and now that he had the biggest, “baddest” kid in school on the ground, he was going to finish the job. Before Mack could react, Conway raised his foot and stomped down, hard, on Mack’s lower abdomen.             Mack let out a surprised grunt, and his vision whited out for a moment. A searing pain tore through him, far more intense than just the blunt impact of Conway’s boot.             All of Mack’s plans for pacifism evaporated in an instant. He reached out, half blind from the pain, and grasped Conway’s ankle, twisting and jerking the smaller boy to the ground.             Conway yelped in pain as he hit the tiled floor, stunned at the sudden turned of events. Mack pushed himself to his feet and stared down at his aggressor. To anyone else, having a six-foot-four young man towering over them, especially one sporting Mack’s current glare, would be more than enough motivation to stay down. But Conway wasn’t most people.             The angry teen scrambled up from the floor. “What, asshole?” he screamed, wild with embarrassment-fueled rage. “What?!”             He raised his fist and threw a haymaker that Mack dodged easily. Mack was no longer in the mood to silently judge Conway’s uninspired dialogue. He just wanted this to be over.             “COME ON!!” Conway shrieked.             Mack clenched his teeth and obliged. With a practiced swiftness, he landed a right hook squarely on Conway’s jaw. He felt the bone crack even before he finished his follow-through, and he knew the fight was over before Conway hit the ground for a second time.             Mack stood mutely as Mr. Osman, the beefy athletic director, pushed through the assembled crowd and barked out demands for an explanation. Conway lay on the floor, not quite unconscious, but definitely dazed. Other teachers joined the crowd dispersal effort, and Mr. Osman took an unresisting Mack by the elbow and guided him to the principal’s office.             Other than a few “yes, sirs” and “no, sirs,” Mack said nothing in his own defense. He’d known what he was getting himself into as soon as he’d reached for Conway’s ankle. For what it’s worth, the principal insisted, Conway would be suspended, too, but the other student was currently being taken to the emergency room to have his jaw wired back together.             Mack paid only enough attention to internalize the important details – he’d serve a weeklong, external suspension, meaning he was not to set foot on school property. The suspension would lead directly into winter break, so he would end up being out for three straight weeks. Witnesses corroborated the fact that Conway had initiated the fight, so no charges would be filed.             Mr. Osman escorted Mack to his locker to collect his things and then out to the parking lot. Mack didn’t have the energy to be amused by being treated like a threat to general school safety; he was crashing hard from the adrenaline spike of the fight, and every step sent a jarring pain through his lower abdomen.             Mack drove home, grateful that it was his day off from the garage. He was sore and exhausted, and he didn’t want his work to suffer.             In the bathroom, Mack moaned involuntarily as he started to pee. Going to the bathroom intensified his pain, and, looking down, he saw red where he should have been seeing yellow.             Grimacing, Mack massaged his forehead with his free hand. Obviously, this wasn’t a good sign, but he didn’t want to take the financial risk of going to the hospital. Instead, he washed his hands, popped a few Advil, and laid down for a nap.               A couple hours later, Mack awoke groggily. The pain in his abdomen was no longer piercing, so he felt better about his decision to avoid the doctor. In the bathroom, he determined that his stream was definitely more normal-colored than before and stopped worrying altogether.             At least until the next morning.             For the first time he could remember, Mack woke up to soaked sheets. Running a load of laundry wasn’t how he’d planned to start the first day of his suspension, but he chalked it up to the excitement and confusion of the previous day. It was mildly irritating, but he was alone and plenty used to doing his own housekeeping, so ultimately, not that big of a deal.             It wasn’t until later in the day that Mack grew more concerned. He was playing a video game when a short pulse of pain made him cringe. He frowned, but the discomfort was gone as soon as it started. The interruption did call attention to his filling bladder, but it wasn’t urgent at all. He could wait until a better saving point in the game.             Less than ten minutes later, though, Mack felt his lap growing warm. Incredulous and stunned, Mack dropped the controller and grasped at his crotch. He dashed to the bathroom, but by the time he reached the toilet, there was barely anything left in him.             Mack stood for a few moments, staring blankly down at the offending wet stain down the front of his sweatpants. He breathed hard for a minute as he considered the implications of wetting himself twice in one day. Of course he was able to make the connection between his current situation and the impact of Conway’s boot the day before, but what could be done about it? He didn’t know a lot about human physiology, but Mack was pretty sure that any trauma to his bladder was unlikely to be a cheap fix.             It’ll probably just heal itself, Mack told himself as he headed to the laundry room for the second time in the past few hours. Just like any other bruise or cut.             Unfortunately, whatever Conway had done to Mack wasn’t a simple bruise or cut, and, over the next three weeks away from school, Mack quickly learned his new limitations.             Though the sharpness of the pain gradually diminished, Mack discovered that he had no more than fifteen minutes after the first notification from his bladder to make it to the bathroom before he would involuntarily release. Even using his hand to hold himself didn’t seem to help, and it only hurt more when he did. After a few days, he stopped waiting for signals from his body altogether and just started using the bathroom every few hours. At work, especially, he would take quick, frequent breaks to prevent any mishaps. Luckily, in the small garage, there was no one to question or take notice of his new habit.             His dad was home for a couple of days over Christmas before heading out again, and by that time, Mack was practiced enough to avoid detection. He and his dad got along well, but Mr. Mackenzie – Big Mack, naturally – was always tired during his brief homesteads, so Mack didn’t face a lot of extra scrutiny.             The only real irritant was the nightly bed wettings. Mack tried a few different combinations of alarms, but nothing fully managed to keep his sheets dry, so he just gave up and chose sleep, instead.             By the time school started, Mack had a good system in place. He’d set up his spring semester so he only had classes in the morning, and would then head to Dermot’s to work in the afternoons. He’d visit the bathrooms before classes started, avoid drinking, then pee at home when he changed for work. He kept a change of clothes in his backpack, just in case, but so far, the only setback he experienced since starting school again was an unavoidable accident when he got stuck in a traffic jam after staying late at the garage one night. It was regrettable, but he was sure no one else could see into his truck, and he dad was on the road, so there was no one to see him when he got home.             So Mack had it handled. It wasn’t an ideal set of circumstances, but he did what he had to do. It was his problem, no anyone else’s, and he was managing just fine. ***             “Something like that,” Mack answered after a brief pause.             Gina watched the young man intently. He still wasn’t looking at her, just diligently balancing her tires.             Mack could feel the teacher’s eyes on him as he worked. On one level, he understood the curiosity. Not many people had ever seen a high school senior wet themselves, he imagined, and his reaction to it – or rather, his non-reaction – probably didn’t make a lot of sense to Mrs. Sanchez.             But it wasn’t any of her business. She was nice enough, it seemed, but Mack didn’t need her pity. Hell, she was going to have her own kid in a few months (everyone at school knew that Mrs. Sanchez was pregnant; Mack wasn’t just making assumptions based on her appearance), so she didn’t have any time to be worrying about some teenager who couldn’t hold his piss.             Mack wiped his hands on his coveralls and pushed the button to lower the platform. “All finished, Mrs. Sanchez. That patch will hold until you get new tires, so you should be fine as long as you avoid driving over any more nails.”             Gina was still staring, trying to process this new, though unconfirmed, information, but she arranged her face into a smile when Mack turned to her.             “Thank you, Dominic,” she said, choosing to act as if this was a completely run-of-the-mill tire repair and not that a student at her high school had just maybe, kind of admitted to semi-regular incontinence.             Mack stepped back from the car when it reached the ground. “You can pay Mr. Dermot up front,” he informed her. “Just tell him it was a standard patch.”             “Thank you,” Gina repeated, trying to infuse her words with all the sincerity she felt. “For this and your help earlier, as well.”             Mack nodded in acknowledgement. “No problem.”             Without anything else to say, Gina smiled again and climbed into the car. She knew there wasn’t anything she could do, at least not right at the moment, and she didn’t want to press the young man any further.             Mack watched as Mrs. Sanchez drove away. He’d largely survived the last three months by doing what he’d done for a long time – staying under the radar. Despite his reputation (and Mack was well aware of all the ridiculous rumors about himself), Mack worked hard to be unobtrusive. He didn’t speak in class, but he paid attention. He was always on time, but never too early. He worked hard, but didn’t suck up, and teachers, peers, and coworkers didn’t really pay that much attention to him when he was around. It was actually quite a talent, to be known and talked about, but never really talked to.             Turning back to the engine he’d been working on earlier, Mack let his mind drift away from Mrs. Sanchez. He wasn’t prone to worry, so he didn’t spend a lot of time ruminating over the possibility of actually being noticed. He didn’t even take Mrs. Sanchez’s class, so it was highly unlikely they’d cross paths again.             Right?
The more I write this story, the more I realize it is pretty different than what I've written before. Thanks for giving it a chance :)  ***             Gina’s brow remained furrowed for the entire drive home. She knew it was none of her business – of course it was none of her business – but…             It’s just a thing that happens.             It shouldn’t be a thing that happens; Gina was sure of that. And it definitely shouldn’t be a thing that a high school student has to handle alone. Granted, Gina had no evidence that Dominic was alone. She really had no evidence that he was truly incontinent, either. She knew she was being unrealistic, but she had an unshakable feeling that there was more to the story. And maybe it was the just nesting instinct, her evolutionary mental preparations for motherhood, but she couldn’t stop thinking about helping the student.             The day after Gina’s flat tire and Mack’s accident, Gina did her best to watch the young man in school. He didn’t take her art class, but her room was in the seniors’ hallway, so she caught a few glimpses of him through her door. There was no evidence that he was affected by the events of the previous day, nor did he look particularly skittish or desperate. Not that Gina had a lot of data points to go off of just from looking out into the hallway between classes.             At home, Gina tried to distract herself with baby preparations. Her husband’s long hours as a medical resident meant that Gina spent the majority of her evenings alone, at least until 8 or 9 PM, not counting the times he was on night shift or on call. Gina didn’t mind; she’d known what she was signing up for when she started dating a med student, but being home alone left her a lot of time with her thoughts.             And at the moment, her thoughts were largely composed of a certain 18-year-old who acted way older than his age.             Gina told herself that she was being ridiculous. Dominic would graduate in a few months, and she was unlikely to ever see him again. Whatever was going on – if anything even was going on – he had clearly been dealing with it for months on his own. He didn’t need Gina.             And yet…             The following day was another of Gina’s half-days at work. She had agreed to sub in a couple of classes in the afternoon, but she still had a few periods worth of break around lunch. As she wandered into the main office to turn in some paperwork, she ran into Viola Jeffries, the dean of students.             “Good morning, Dr. Jeffries!”             “Hello, Regina,” Dr. Jeffries greeted her. ”Are you subbing this period?”             “Not yet,” Gina responded, fully prepared to be given an assignment. Most of the time, she’d receive her sub schedule first thing in the morning, but occasionally, schedules would shift midday. “But I’m all caught up on planning, so I’m happy to go fill in somewhere.”             “Actually,” Dr. Jeffries looked a bit ashamed at the request she was about to make. “Would you mind running an errand for me?”             Gina shook her head, a bit bemused. “Of course not.”             Dr. Jeffries smiled, relieved. “Dominic Mackenzie called in sick today. Normally, we’d have a parent or a sibling stop by to pick up his missed work, but his dad is out, and since it’s Friday and midterms are coming, we really want to make sure he keeps up on all the material…” Dr. Jeffries trailed off, aware that what she was asking was a bit out of the ordinary.             Gina still had a smile pasted on her face, but she was actively holding back a wince. Not a wince at the being asked to drive work to a student’s house, exactly, but a wince of irritation at the intrusive thoughts now racing through her mind. Dominic was suffering more ill effects of the fight, Dominic had lot total control of his bladder, Dominic was hurting and alone and she could help him…             “Not a problem,” Gina found herself saying as she tried to quell these thoughts. “Just get me his address, and I’ll run the assignments over.”             Dr. Jeffries gratefully passed over the binder of materials she was holding. “Penny will get the address for you,” she said, indicating the secretary.             Gina took the post-it from the secretary moments later and typed in the address on her phone. Dominic didn’t live far from the school, so she’d have plenty of time to get there and back before her next scheduled class.             And that’s all I’ll be doing, Gina told herself. Just dropping off the materials and coming straight back.             The house was on the small side, but looked well-maintained. It was in an unassuming neighborhood of modest houses. The few cars in driveways or parked on the street marked it as a working-class street whose inhabitants all had jobs to do during the day.             Gina double-checked the house number as she parked her car, taking a deep breath. She walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.             Nothing happened. Gina pressed the button again, leaning in to try to listen through the door. With a house that size, she figured she should be able to hear the alert, but she heard nothing.             After a few more moments, Gina raised her fist and knocked on the door. Sure enough, that action sparked the sounds of movement inside.             A moment later, Mack opened the door. He certainly looked tired – his eyes were bordered by dark, puffy circles – but the fact that he’d come to the door right away calmed any thoughts Gina might have had of life-threatening illness.             “Mrs. Sanchez,” he mumbled, not quite a question, but not quite a dismissal, either.             Gina blinked, but recovered quickly. “I had a free period, so Dr. Jeffries asked me to bring your assignments for the day.”             Mack stared at her for a moment, his gaze mildly quizzical. The storm door was still closed between them, and he made no move to open it.             Gina inhaled, her heart inexplicably aching for the young man.             “Dominic,” she began, severely doubting the likelihood of success of what she was about to do. “Is there anything else I can do for you? Dr. Jeffries said your dad is out, so I just thought, if you were sick, maybe you needed some help.”             Mack rolled his shoulders back, as if being offered help was a constant, repetitive annoyance that he was forced to bear with grace. “I can handle it, Mrs. Sanchez,” he said, gently but firmly.             Gina couldn’t stop the sympathy she felt from showing on her face. “Yes, but-“             Mack opened the storm door, cutting her off. “Don’t believe me? Come on in.”             Dazed, Gina stepped inside, letting the storm door shut behind her, then paused.             As if reading her mind, Mack spoke again. “It’s just food poisoning. I don’t have any virus or anything that’s gonna hurt the baby.”             Resting her hand unconsciously over her stomach, as pregnant women are apt to do, Gina nodded. She was still bemused at the turn of events. She’d told herself that she’d just show up, hand over the materials, and leave, but a not-insignificant part of her had believed that she’s show up, offer help to an otherwise helpless young man, and be welcomed gratefully inside. None of her imagined scenarios had included an invitation that was more of a challenge than a call for help.             Now that she was assured of the lack of contagion in the house, Gina looked around. Much like the outside, the room she was standing in was small but tidy. The house clearly hadn’t been updated a whole lot since being built – Gina guess in the 60s or 70s – but it was clean and well-kept. The wallpaper was worn, but not peeling; the carpet was thinning, but clean. To the right, the kitchen was spotless, with no pile of dishes or even any dust along the bottom of the refrigerator.             Mack had sat down on the couch, looking exhausted. There was a half-empty glass of sports drink (on a coaster, obviously) next to him on the end table, and a rumpled blanket draped over the seat of the couch.             Stepping forward, Gina placed the binder of assignments on the coffee table. Based on the state of the house, Dominic was clearly telling the truth when he’d said he could handle things, but being sick alone was miserable, and she still wanted to see if there was anything should could do.             “Food poisoning?” she asked, by way of starting a conversation.             Mack exhaled deeply, pulling the blanket over himself. “Yeah. Should’ve known better than to eat leftovers from the garage fridge.”             Gina pressed her lips together. “Are you sure it’s food poisoning? Because if you ate dinner last night and are still experiencing symptoms…”             “I didn’t eat it until 3 in the morning,” Mack explained, his voice fuzzy with fatigue.             “What were you doing up at 3 AM?” Gina responded with reflexive exasperation.             Mack’s face relaxed slightly, amused at Gina’s reaction. “I had an exam due at noon today, and I knew I wouldn’t have time to do it at school.”             Gina barely had time to look confused before Mack explained. “I’m taking a few online courses to try to get some college credits out of the way.”             Mack sank back into the couch. Between vomiting and not eating while sick, he effectively had no calories over the past 24 hours, and he was drained.             Gina looked on in pity. College classes on top of high school classes and part-time work, all at age 18? “Dominic, are you here alone? Where’s your dad?”             “He’s-“ Mack started to answer, but his face grew suddenly ashen. Fumbling, he threw off the blanket and lurched toward the small bathroom off of the living room.             Gina watched in dismay as the large teen stumbled to the toilet, sinking to his knees and curling over the bowl, not bothering to shut the door behind him. His body heaved and he spewed bile, keeping his head carefully aimed over the water.             There wasn’t much vomit – Mack was nearly empty after a long morning of throwing up – but the puking took another toll on his body.             The wracking was too much for Mack’s already weakened state, and his bladder started to release. Gina gasped in sympathy as a dark stain grew down Mack’s gray sweatpants.             Mack collapsed further on the floor, leaning back against the bathtub. He was done vomiting, but he didn’t have any strength to cut off his accident. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, too tired to especially care that he was wetting himself in view of a teacher for the second time in 3 days. The stain expanded across his right leg, and a pale yellow puddle spread over the tile floor.             The trickling stopped, and there were a few moments of loaded silence before Gina took a step closer to the bathroom.             “Dominic?” she called gently, “I’m going to get you a change of clothes, OK?”             Mack hesitated for only a second before humming his assent. “Second on the left, open door,” he murmured.             Gina turned to follow Mack’s directions. The small hallway to the left of the living room had two doors that seemed to be bedrooms, and another bathroom at the end of the hall. She walked into the indicated room, and her stomach sank just a little bit further.             The bed was stripped of sheets, but covered in what appeared to be trash bags held together in a grid by duct tape – a poor man’s mattress cover. Gina tried not to think too hard about the implications of Mack creating his own mattress protector; that wasn’t the issue of the moment.             Instead, she turned toward the dresser and unashamedly opened drawers until she found clean underwear and sweatpants. She took the clothes back out to the front bathroom, where the teen still hadn’t moved from the floor. He inclined his head to instruct Mrs. Sanchez to leave the clothes on the vanity, which she did before returning to the living room and shutting the bathroom door.             Back in the front room, Gina tried to make herself useful, but the only thing she could think to do was refill Dominic’s glass with sports drink from the fridge. The shelves weren’t exactly packed with food, but the basics were all there – bread, milk, butter, a few condiments.             It took several minutes, but Gina eventually heard the sounds of shuffling and running water from the bathroom. Soon enough, Mack emerged, bleary-eyed, but in dry clothes. He held his wet pants in his hand and shuffled across the kitchen to deposit them directly into the washing machine. Gina presumed the machine already held last night’s sheets.             Sighing, Mack crumpled onto the couch, wrapping the blanket around him. Gina paused for a moment, but was ready to leave when Mack opened his mouth.             “He’s a trucker,” he said, his voice a bit ragged.             “What?” Gina looked down at the huge figure curled up on the couch.             Mack cleared his throat forcefully, trying to strengthen his voice. “You asked where my dad was. He’s a trucker, so he’s out on a run.”             “Oh,” Gina’s response was a bit bewildered. “Dominic, you don’t have to-“             Mack opened his eyes, silencing Mrs. Sanchez with a look. “I’m not dying, Mrs. Sanchez,” he said bluntly. “You’re here because you doubted my ability to take care of myself, so I’m going to explain how I do just that.”             “I don’t-“ Gina started, but Mack cut her off again.             “It’s fine, Mrs. Sanchez,” he claimed, forceful even from his prone position. “I get why you’re worried. You’re a teacher. It’s your job to worry about students.”             He took a deep breath before continuing, and Gina didn’t try to stop him.             “My mom left when I was a baby. I never knew her, so it’s no loss. My grandma, my dad’s mom, moved in to take care of me so Dad could keep his job.”             Gina’s mind raced to keep up with the wealth of information that Dominic was sharing in just a few sentences.             “I always helped with stuff, ‘cause Grandma was old and couldn’t do everything on her own,” Mack continued. “Then, freshman year, Grandma had a stroke, so she couldn’t live with us anymore. Dad sold our old house and bought this one because it’s cheaper, and he started taking longer jobs and more at a time so he could pay for her nursing home.”             “Doesn’t insurance cover that? Or social security?” Gina asked, almost automatically.             “Not enough for all the care that Grandma needs after her stroke,” Mack explained. “We couldn’t just put her in any old home. She needs a lot of support.”             Gina nodded, but Mack was already continuing his story. “Anyway, Dad’s usually gone for a few weeks at a time, so it’s just me here. I do my own laundry, make my own food, and, since I got the job at the garage sophomore year, I earned enough money to buy my car. Now, I use my job to pay for the online classes and try to save for college.”             Gina stopped herself from saying “Wow” out loud, but that’s definitely what she was thinking. She’d never met a more mature, together teenager. Not just in her time as a teacher – ever.             “So you see, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack continued. “I can handle being sick.”             “I…” Gina stammered, then collected herself. “I believe you, Dominic. I’m sorry I interfered.”             “But,” Gina said pointedly, preempting any response from Mack, “being able to do things on your own doesn’t mean you always have to do things on your own. I’m not saying it has to be me to help you,” she added quickly. “But I know there are people around here who would be willing.”             Mack drew the blanket up under his chin. He knew that Mrs. Sanchez was talking about more than just him being sick, and he couldn’t blame her. She’d seen him piss himself twice now, a clear signal that something wasn’t going right in his life.             Still. He was tired, and he’d already done a couple of things out of character due to his exhaustion (he’d never interrupt a teacher under normal circumstances), so he was in no rush to continue the conversation.             “I’ll think about it, Mrs. Sanchez,” he murmured, eyes drooping.             Gina nodded, understanding that she would get no further at the moment.             “Get some rest, Dominic,” she said softly. “I’ll see you in school on Monday.”             She turned to leave, but heard one more thing before she walked out the door.             “You might as well call me Mack.”
Apologies again for the delayed update! I'm at the point in my life where, if I wait until I have several free weekends in a row, I'd never write at all, so I just do it when I can. Thanks for reading! ***             Gina couldn’t stop thinking about Mack, a fact that didn’t escape her husband, Hector, over dinner on Saturday night.             “You’ve got that look on your face.”             “I do not,” Gina responded futilely.             “Yes, you do,” Hector insisted affably, shoveling a spoonful of pozole into his mouth.             “I-“ Gina feebly attempted to neutralize her facial expression. “I don’t have a look.”             Hector swallowed, not looking up from his bowl. He didn’t get much time off, so he spent most of his time at home sleeping, not enjoying meals with his wife, and he was reveling in her cooking. “You have a look, and it means that you’ve found another project. You found something to fix, to make better, and you’re not going to be satisfied until it’s done.             “And,” he continued, further deciphering a face that he loved more than anything in the world, “based on the specifics of said look, you haven’t actually figured out how to approach said project yet. And it’s driving you nuts.”             Gina opened her mouth to protest, then thought the better of it. Yes, she knew that she really had no business in Mack’s life, but maybe if she just gave Hector a vague outline, the act of talking about it would make her feel better.             “There’s this student…” she gushed, almost unconsciously.             “Of course there is,” Hector grinned.             “There’s this student,” Gina repeated, sticking out her tongue. “And he’s fine, and I know I have no right to get involved, but he’s just doing way too much for a student, and his dad’s away a lot, and he’s just such a hard worker, and he shouldn’t have to be doing it all on his own, but I can’t figure out how to help him and give him some sort of adult presence in his…”             “Hire him,” Hector mumbled through another mouthful of pozole.             “…life. I mean, I’m not looking to adopt the kid, but just some sort of authori-“             Gina cut herself off, having taken a second or two to internalize Hector’s suggestion in the middle of her rant.             “Hire…him?”             Hector finally looked up from his soup, gently leading Gina into understanding. “We still haven’t finished the baby’s room…”             Gina’s eyes lit up, finally comprehending her husband’s suggestion. “We could hire him to help set up the baby’s room! And he could help with other stuff around the house that we wanted to get done! And by hiring him, it would be a business arrangement, so hopefully, he wouldn’t feel like I’m babying him!”             Hector pressed his lips together, containing a laugh, and went back to his meal. Gina was now talking to herself, quietly planning how she would approach Mack on Monday. Hector, of course, knew next to nothing about this student, but he trusted his wife. Mostly, he trusted that this kid was really in need of some sort, and Gina would figure out how to help him after too long. ***             Sure enough, by Monday, Gina had prepared her sales pitch. She had run through a few different scenarios of how to approach him, but managed to run into him before classes even started.             “Mr. Mackenzie!” she called, always careful to refer to students in a respectful manner while in the walls of the school.             Mack looked up from the book he was reading as he strolled down the hallway, eyebrows raised. Without exhibiting any external signs of hesitation, he changed direction and ambled toward the teacher’s room, closing the book, but using his finger to keep his place.             “How can I help you, Mrs. Sanchez?”             Gina glanced up and down the hallway. It was still early, so there were only a few other students wandering the halls. It’s not that offering paid work to a student was forbidden – there were a few juniors who had a lawn-care business, and plenty of teachers used students for babysitting – but Gina, knowing the not-entirely-financial motivations of her request, still didn’t feel completely comfortable with the thought of many people knowing about her presumed arrangement with Mack.             Inhaling, Gina got right down to it. “I was talking to my husband this weekend, and we decided we needed some extra help to prepare the house for the baby –“ she unconsciously placed her hand over her stomach “- and before we bothered to look online, I thought I’d ask you. It would be over the next few weekends, but hours are flexible.”             The right corner of Mack’s mouth quirked up. He had to give it to Mrs. Sanchez – she was persistent. He figured, after she came to his house, that it wasn’t the last he’d interact with her, but really, out of all of the potential interference he’d considered, a job offer was a fairly positive outcome. He knew that refusing wasn’t likely to deter the oddly relentless woman, but lest he appear too eager…             “What would I be doing?”             Gina perked up, pleased not to have been denied outright. “A lot of stuff in the baby’s room – painting, putting together the crib and basinet, putting together other baby furniture – but also some stuff around the house. Unpacking, painting some other rooms, maybe putting new tile in the bathroom if we have time…”             Gina trailed off, gazing expectantly up at the young man in front of her. Mack was nodding slowly.             “I can do that,” Mack said nonchalantly. “You want to start on Saturday?”             Beaming, Gina let out a deep breath of relief that she hadn’t even realized she was holding. “That’d be great! We can start on the baby’s room, and then see what your schedule is like.”             “Sounds good,” Mack allowed himself to smile as Gina turned and scurried back toward her desk.             “Here,” Gina was scribbling on a post-it that she then thrust into Mack’s hand. “This is our address. It’s the fourth house on the right when you turn off Rosen, the one with the black shutters. The driveway is past the house, just pull in, it’s wide enough, and Hector is out all weekend.”             Mack gaped slightly at the rush of information, but just opted to ask “What time?”             Gina thought for a half a second – how much time would they need? Should she feed him? How late did he sleep on Saturdays? – before saying “How about one? Does that work?”             “Sure thing, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack dipped his head in agreement. “See you on Saturday.” ***             At 12:55 on Saturday afternoon, Mack rang the doorbell at the indicated address. A beaming Gina opened the door, bandanna tied around her hair.             “You’re here!” she chirped obviously. “Come on in!”             Mack stepped across the threshold and paused. Seeing Gina’s own bare feet and the neat row of shoes in the entryway, he reached down to untie his boots.             “Oh!” Gina was still a tiny bit flustered. She knew what she wanted out of this arrangement – to build up enough trust with Mack that he knew he could rely on her as an authority figure, or at least to get to know him well enough that she learned that he did, in fact, have adult-like people in his life to rely on – but she didn’t have a clear plan on how to get to that point, and she definitely didn’t know what Mack expected out of these weekends. Except a paycheck. And with that in mind, the teen’s poise threw her. It’s not like she thought he was a slob; the state of his house clearly disproved that idea. But seeing him, at only 18, take such natural and unprompted care when walking into someone else’s house was still surprising.             Mack looked up as he pulled off his left shoe to see his teacher staring at him, a bit bemused. “We’re going to start in the baby’s room?” he prompted.             Gina shook out her head, as if she was physically clearing the tornado of thoughts. “Yes!” She turned and pointed up the stairs. “It’s up here. Follow me.”             Mack obediently fell behind Mrs. Sanchez as they climbed the stairs. She led him into a well-lit room on the left that would clearly make a pleasant space for an infant, once the bright red walls were repainted and the boxes all moved out.             “Soooooo,” Gina gestured around the room at the obvious need for redecorating, “we ultimately want to paint it a nice neutral color, maybe a light gray, and the crib will go over there, with the changing table there, but I know it’s going to take a lot of coats of paint and primer to really cover up this red.”             Mack was nodding, slowly turning on the spot to see the shape of the room. It was fairly standard – not a lot of weird corners or molding, except around the closet, so it wouldn’t require a lot of detail work.             “Do you have the supplies?”             “We have primer,” Gina responded. “We thought it would be best, since the current color is so bright.”             Mack huffed, a brief snort of laughter. “Yeah, this was a pretty intense aesthetic choice.”             Gina grinned, pleased that the young man seemed to be relaxed. “Yeah, we’re not really sure what they were thinking. We hope it wasn’t a baby room!”             Mack smiled, but didn’t look at Mrs. Sanchez. He was still appraising the room. “Do you have painter’s tape? Tarp?”             “Yes!” Gina knew that she and Hector were way behind on baby preparations, but they did have the foresight to purchase the basics.             “Let’s start with that, then,” Mack moved toward one of the boxes to pick it up. “Do you have somewhere we can put these while I paint?”             “Um,” Gina glanced about for a moment. “Hector’s office will do. We can put them against the wall.”             Mack hoisted two boxes at a time, his long arms easily holding the load so that the top box didn’t even reach his eyes.             “Across the hall, to the left,” Gina instructed, reaching to pick up a lighter box herself.             “Uh…Mrs. Sanchez?” Mack hesitated, confused. “I don’t want to doubt you or anything, but…” For the first time since his arrival, Mack looked unsure. “I can do it. That’s what you hired me for, right?”             “Oh, goodness!” Gina all but laughed as she walked around the teen and took the box across the hall. “I never expected you to just come and do all the work while I sat around directing you like some Russian empress!” She set the box down in Hector’s office and turned to see Mack dutifully following her, boxes in hand.             “I just need an extra set of hands to help get the work done faster, to take care of the heavy lifting…and the high reaching,” she added, grinning.             Shrugging, Mack followed Gina back to the baby’s room to pick up more boxes. “Yes, ma’am,” he acquiesced. “I’m just here to help.”             “I’ll do as much as I can,” Gina continued, hoping to clarify Mack’s position and ease his confusion. “But I might be doing things like putting together furniture or organizing baby supplies while you paint.”             Mack nodded, holding two more boxes. “Just show me where the supplies are, and I’ll get started, then.”             Unsurprisingly, Mack was an efficient worker. Gina admitted to herself that she’d had visions of them working side by side, but it didn’t make a whole lot of sense for her to get a stepladder to put painter’s tape along the ceiling when Mack could reach it from the floor.             Instead, once the tarp was arranged, Gina busied herself collecting the painting supplies – primer, rollers, and tins – while Mack stuck the tape along the upper and lower edges of the room.             “Here,” Mack gestured when Gina brought in the final can of primer. “You can finish putting tape around the window” – he’d already taken care of the top of the window, obviously – “while I get started painting.”             Gina gave the young man a look, but he was already turned away, so he didn’t see her “who do you think is in charge, here?” gaze. Still, his suggestion wasn’t wrong; it made the most sense for the height-challenged teacher to do jobs that she could reach.             The work continued smoothly. Luckily, there were no holes in the wall from previous occupants, so they didn’t have to worry about filling and sanding. Mack began applying primer, and Gina, once she finished lining the window, decided to roll a line of primer along the bottom edge of the wall, to keep Mack from having to bend over too far.             They worked this way for an hour. Once she finished the lower primer, she busied herself refilling the pan and then, a bit ambitiously, starting on a wall herself.             The work was largely quiet, until Gina heard a hiss from Mack. Instantly worried, she turned to see the young man grimacing, slightly bent over at the waist. Without saying a word, he gently placed his roller in the pan and walked out of the room.             Several moments later, Gina heard the toilet flush from the bathroom down the hall. She had paused, unknowingly, from her painting, and watched as Mack walked back in, picked up his roller, and resumed applying primer.             “You can ask.”             Gina recoiled, startled. “What?”             “Ask what you want to ask, Mrs. Sanchez. I promise I don’t mind.” Mack never stopped painting, his even tone supporting his assertion.             Gina thought for a moment, trying to decide which of her questions she wanted to start with.             “What happened in that fight?”             Mack snorted good-naturedly. “You want the whole story, or just the reason I go to the bathroom so often?”             “The whole story.” This time, Gina didn’t have to think, and her response was soft but clear.             Mack took a deep breath before beginning the tale. He told about how Conway approached him, how he hadn’t wanted to fight, but how the painful stomp had enraged him.             After describing how he broke Conway’s jaw, Mack stopped.             “I didn’t want to fight,” Mack said for the second time in the course of the story. He was still painting, having nearly completed the main walls. The repetition wasn’t lost on Gina.             “So Conway clearly did some damage,” Gina drastically understated. Emboldened by Mack’s invitation and his comprehensive answer to her first question, she asked another.             “How did you know something was wrong?”             This time, Mack did pause his work to give Gina an incredulous look. “How did I know?” he parroted. “I’m eighteen years old. Pissing myself is a pretty strong indicator that something’s wrong.”             Gina pressed her lips together, a classic sign of adults telling children to get ahold of themselves. She didn’t blame Mack, of course, but if she really was going to be a positive authority figure, then she had to show some, well, authority.             Mack dipped his head slightly and turned back to the wall. “It’s not a big deal,” he said, his voice returning to the even tone of before. “I figured out how to manage things – I don’t go more than 2 hours without going to the bathroom, so I never get too full.”             “But what if-“             “Then it happens,” Mack cut Mrs. Sanchez off before she could finish her question. “It’s fine. I keep a change of clothes in my truck.”             Gina drew in a breath as if she was going to say something, but didn’t.             “It’s no big deal, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack repeated. “People deal with stuff. It’s a medical condition, just like anything else.”             He turned to her, making deliberate eye contact, his gaze firm but not aggressive. “It doesn’t bother me,” he said simply. “It’s my issue, and it shouldn’t bother anyone else.”             Gina raised her chin, meeting the young man’s gaze. “OK, then.”             Mack nodded curtly and turned back to his work. “We’re almost done here. Do you want to finish up for today? Or do you want to go to the store and pick up the paint?”             Scanning the room, Gina saw that Mack was right. The first coat of primer was nearly done, and they wouldn’t be able to do anything else until it dried.             “If you don’t mind coming with me, I’d like to go to the store.”             “Sure thing.” Mack reached up, putting the finishing touches on the primer.             Gina hauled herself up from the floor (and increasingly difficult process in her sixth month) and went to wash her hands. When she returned, Mack was pouring the remaining primer from the pan back into the pail for use later. He sealed the lid, then picked up the rollers and pan.             “Do you have a laundry sink or somewhere I can rinse these off?”             Even after only a little more than an hour, Gina was no longer surprised by Mack’s diligence. Of course he would want to clean off the rollers, and of course he wouldn’t just do it in the bathroom sink.             “There’s a utility sink in the basement,” Gina informed him, leading him down the hall and around the corner to the basement door. “Down here.” She reached through the door to turn on the light, but didn’t bother going down the stairs.             Gina fetched her jacket, keys, and the paint swatch that she and Hector had decided on. Mack strode back up the stairs two at a time, shutting the door behind him.             “Ready?” Gina asked cheerfully. “We’ll pick up the paint, but then I thought, since I have you with me, we might get some materials for building shelves in the closet.”             “Sounds good.” Seeing Gina’s keys, Mack understood that he was expected to ride with her, which made sense if they were going to be bringing supplies back to Mrs. Sanchez’s house.             In the car, Gina started chatting. After hearing Mack’s story and insistence that he had everything handled, she’d decided to take him at his word. If he claimed that she – or anyone else – didn’t have to worry about him, then she’d treat him just like any other student or young employee. And that meant regular conversation, which for Gina included telling lots of stories.             Mack visibly relaxed on the drive, enjoying Mrs. Sanchez’s running commentary. He’d known that she had taken an interest in him, so he’d expected the job to come with at least a little bit of disclosure. Fortunately, Mrs. Sanchez seemed to have accepted his story, so he could get back to just doing the job he was hired to do.             At the home improvement store, Gina and Mack first went to the paint counter to order two gallons of the specified color. While the worker was mixing the solution, the duo made their way to the shelving units. Gina described what she had in mind, and Mack pointed out some viable options.             Under such comparatively low-stakes circumstances, the two communicated well. Gina trusted Mack’s advice, and Mack appreciated being treated like an adult. He wasn’t much of a talker to begin with, so Gina’s tendency to ramble didn’t bother him.             By the time they picked out shelving, picked up the finished paint, paid, and loaded the car, it was mid-afternoon. On the drive back, Gina’s phone sounded her text alert.             “Can you read that for me, please?” Gina asked, pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket and handing it to Mack, keeping her eyes on the road.             A bit hesitantly, Mack took the phone. He glanced at the message and, determining that it wasn’t anything off-limits, read it out loud.             “’Can you send me your lesson plans for the next three weeks? I have a board meeting on Monday and they want to see what our fine arts department is doing.’ It’s from Douglas Hayes. Is that Vice Principal Hayes?”             “Uuuuuuuuuuuugh,” Gina groaned forcefully. “Yes, it’s from Vice Principal Hayes.”             Mack quirked an eyebrow, amused. “And you don’t like Mr. Hayes?”             Gina grunted as she turned onto her street. “Hayes is a fool,” she ranted. “He doesn’t give a damn about the arts and would get rid of the department in a heartbeat if he could. He thinks we’re just a giant waste of money. If he wanted to save money, he could just let us carve paintbrushes out of the giant stick he has shoved up his ass, the stupid-“             Gina’s bitter muttering was interrupted by a stunned yelp. She turned to see Mack howling with laughter, a delighted look on his face.             “Wow!” Mack chortled, utterly enthralled by hearing a grown-up – a teacher, no less – speak about the vice principal in such a way. “You’ve got some thoughts about this guy!”             Gina cringed. She knew it wasn’t appropriate to complain about a colleague to a student. “I’m sorry,” she sighed, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have gone off like that.”             She pulled into the driveway, and Mack unbuckled his seatbelt. “It’s fine, Mrs. Sanchez. I’d be mad, too, if a boss who didn’t even appreciate me texted me to do work over the weekend.”             They both gathered the supplies from the trunk, with Mack taking the lion’s share.             “I appreciate it, Mack,” Gina said gratefully. “But I really should be more careful around students.”             Mack shrugged, no mean feat considering the shelving supplies he was carrying. He’d already said his piece.             Gina set down the paint cans and rolled her shoulders back. The text from Hayes had irritated her, and she wanted to forget about it. She turned to Mack, pasting a smile on her face.             “Thank you for your help today, Mack.” She reached into her pocket to pull out her wallet and pay him. “Would you like a snack? I can make some lemonade.”             Mack folded the bills and stuck them in his pocket without counting them. “No thanks, Mrs. Sanchez.”             “Are you sure?” Gina pressed. “You worked hard today. I’m sure you could use something to drink.”             The ghost of a smile playing on his face, Mack shook his head. “I can’t stay. I peed a bit back in the car when I laughed, and I’d like to get home and change.”             “Oh!” Gina gasped, equally taken aback by both Mack’s confession and his completely unperturbed nature. “I didn’t mean to…I didn’t know…”             Mack’s smile widened ever so slightly. “No worries, Mrs. Sanchez. I didn’t know it was something that happened either.”             At the front door, Gina watched Mack re-tie his boots. “Should I plan on coming back next weekend, then?” he asked, straightening.             “If you’re free, yes,” Gina answered, working to match Mack’s casual tone.             “OK, then,” Mack smiled for real and opened the front door. “See you in school, Mrs. Sanchez.”             “Bye, Mack.” Gina watched as the young man shut the door behind him and was left to ponder the idea that he hadn’t laughed in three months.
Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I'm always grateful, both for new readers and for people who take the time to comment on a regular basis :) I don't know if I'll get the last chapter up next weekend, but definitely at some point within the next two weeks. Enjoy! ***             After the initial exposition session, Mack and Gina settled into a much more standard teacher-student/employer-employee relationship. Mack would arrive precisely at 12:55 each Saturday, then spend a variable number of hours priming, painting, building, and cleaning. For the next month, as Gina’s bump continued to grow, the house finally started to fall into place at a commensurate rate.             Gina continued to be impressed, though no longer surprised, at Mack’s work ethic. There was no task beneath him, and nothing that she was afraid to ask him to do. His height, obviously, was a great asset to painting, and his strength drastically cut down on the work and time needed to move boxes and furniture.             More importantly than the improvements in the house, at least in Gina’s opinion, were the apparent developments in Mack’s trust of her. He seemed to blossom – albeit slowly – in response to her appreciation of his hard work, and, after not too many invitations, he started to accept Gina’s offers of snacks or even dinner.             It’s not that Mack became a totally different person, somehow newly gregarious and bubbly, but Gina felt like she was making a difference. She did the majority of the talking, as she always did, but in between free-flowing stories and commentary, she’d slip in questions about Mack and his life. They didn’t explicitly discuss his wetting again; instead, she tried to get a better understanding of his meager support system.             As she’d feared, Mack really didn’t have anyone close – physically close, anyway – in his life. He had a solid, trusting relationship with his father, but Big Mack was only home for a couple of days every few weeks. Mr. Dermot, the garage owner, and the other mechanics were all nice enough, but, as far as Gina could discern, Mack never asked them for anything.             He really did do everything on his own.             While Gina was not-so-subtly asking questions about Mack, the teen, in turn, was getting to know the teacher. Not through specific questions, just through listening to Gina’s endless stories. And Mack was an excellent listener.              As the hours and weeks went on, Gina began to think of Mack as a younger brother, or at least a cousin. She became quite invested in his schoolwork, both college and high school, and she’d ask about jobs at the garage. In addition to her pleasure with the work he did for her – everything she asked of him was done efficiently and precisely, from painting to building furniture to putting new hardware on the kitchen cabinets – Gina found herself feeling very proud of Mack’s grades and skill with cars, a fact that she didn’t hesitate to tell him.             Though Mack’s outward reaction to Gina’s repeated expressions of pride was minimal, inside, he was more pleased than he anticipated. Of course, he knew his dad was proud of his accomplishments, but hearing such joyful feedback on a regular basis was meaningful in a different way.             He started to enjoy his Saturdays at Mrs. Sanchez’s house – truly enjoy, not just accept for the work and the subsequent payment. He liked the real company, and getting to use his skills to fix up her house was met with a much more instant and gratifying reaction than fixing some stranger’s car or getting a good grade on an assignment.             Gina still did most of the talking, but Mack liked it that way. It satisfied both of their social needs; hers to talk, and his to be around people who were actually talking to him, not at him. He’d respond, of course, and answer questions, but for the most part, he just enjoyed hearing Mrs. Sanchez’s stories and fulfilling his role as the listener of said stories.             The fact that the house looked better and better was just the icing on the cake. Over the course of four weekends and varying hours, the baby’s room was painted and the furniture assembled, the kitchen cabinetry was updated, and drywall was installed in the basement.             On the fourth weekend, Gina decided that she wanted to add to the baby’s room. Specifically, she wanted to paint her own designs – a mural of sorts – on the walls. Meanwhile, Mack would install the shades and curtains on the windows.             Mack, who was, by now, used to not knowing what he’d be doing until he showed up, just went with it. Window dressings weren’t that difficult to install, and he had all the tools, so it wouldn’t take him long to complete. He was sure Mrs. Sanchez would have something else for him to do when he finished.             Gina showed Mack the curtains and shades, then scurried off (as much as a 7-month pregnant woman could “scurry”) to get her painting supplies.             “So what did you have in mind?” Mack indicated Gina’s paints.             “Mmmm…” Gina smiled dreamily, as she did whenever she was about to start a new art project. “Something gender-neutral, obviously…I was thinking vines, maybe. Some sort of jungle theme. Maybe I’ll add in some monkeys or birds.” She turned and grinned at Mack. “I’ll figure it out as I go along!”             Mack smiled and leaned down to open up his toolbox. Gina spread the tarp on the floor and lowered herself down to open her paints and start working on her design.             “So how are midterms going?” Gina asked.             Genially, with an easiness that wasn’t present four weeks ago, Mack began to describe the different tests he’d taken that week. He’d studied hard for world history, but pre-calculus came easy to him. He’d had another paper for his college course, but he’d done well on the first one, so he hadn’t been too nervous about this one.                Just as Mack registered that he’d been talking for longer than usual without Gina contributing to the conversation, he heard a raspy, choking noise. Immediately on alert, he turned to see Gina slumped against the wall, shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolled back in her head.             “Mrs. Sanchez!” Mack shouted, leaping off the ladder. He dropped to his knees, sliding up next to the convulsing woman.             “Mrs. Sanchez, can you hear me?!” Mack knew enough to know to know that she was having a seizure, but he was almost positive she didn’t have a history of epilepsy; it had never come up in any of her stories.             Keeping his eyes locked on Mrs. Sanchez, Mack pulled out his phone.             “9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”             “My teacher is having a seizure!” Mack cried, nervous but clear. “She’s seven months pregnant!”             “OK,” the voice on the other end of the line remained calm. “If you haven’t already, I need you to gently lay her on her side. Make sure there is nothing sharp or hard around her, and try to find something soft to put under her head.”             Mack put the phone on speaker and set it down to follow instructions. He swept his long arms around the floor, swiping away the paintbrushes and tools. He pulled off his flannel shirt and balled it up as a pillow on the floor; then, with great care, he eased Gina onto her side.             “She’s laying down!” Mack informed the operator. “Now what?”             “That’s good,” the voice assured him. “Can you tell me how long she’s been seizing?”             “A minute?” Mack guessed. “Maybe not even? I called right away. She…she…”             Mack trailed off as Gina’s shaking calmed down. With one final jerk, the seizure finished, and Gina lay limply on the floor, her eyes closed.             Mack reached out his hand to gently feel for Mrs. Sanchez’s pulse. “It stopped,” he told the operator, breathlessly. “She’s breathing, and her pulse is…still going.”             “Good, that’s good that you checked,” the operator encouraged. “I can have an ambulance to your location in ten minutes.”             “No,” Mack insisted, having run a quick mental calculation. “I can get her to a hospital quicker than that, I have a car.”             “Are you sure?” the operator sounded hesitant. “Is she alert? Will you be able to move her.”             “It won’t be a problem,” Mack insisted confidently. “I’ll get here there.”             He’d made up his mind and hung up the phone, heart racing.             “Mack?” Gina opened her eyes slightly, confused and tired. “What…”             “It’s OK, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack leaned toward her, his voice low and soothing. “You had a seizure, and I’m gonna take you to the hospital.”             “Hector…” Gina breathed, too tired to put together full sentences.             “Yep, we’re going to Hector’s hospital,” Mack promised. “They’ll get him to come down.” He scooted a bit closer. “I’m just gonna pick you up, OK?”             “Mack…” Gina’s weak voice as infused with incredulity. She was pregnant…she was twenty pounds heavier than normal…and really weirdly shaped…             But even as these quicksilver thoughts were floating through Gina’s mind, she found herself being lifted off the floor as if she were a child. Mack didn’t seem to exert himself at all as he slid his arms under her knees and shoulders and rose from his knees.             Gina felt tiny in Mack’s arms, but she too dazed to fully consider the strangeness of the sensation. She wasn’t quite sure what had happened – she knew Mack said she’d had a seizure, but why? – and she was just trying to pull herself out of the postictal fog.             “It’s gonna be OK, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack kept repeating, like a mantra. His arms were steady, but inside, he felt shaky and nervous. He knew that he’d be able to get Mrs. Sanchez to the hospital faster than if they’d waited for an ambulance, but now, he was left with the weight of getting help all on his own. He felt like her life was literally in his hands.             Mack didn’t break stride as he grabbed Mrs. Sanchez’s purse off the front table. He closed the door behind him and strode to his truck, gently placing the tiny, pregnant woman in the passenger seat. He clenched and unclenched his fists unconsciously as he jogged around the front of the truck.             “It’ll be OK, Mrs. Sanchez.” At this point, Mack realized that he was speaking as much for himself as he was for his teacher. “We’ll be at the hospital soon.”             “Okay…” Gina murmured. She was feeling slightly more coherent, but she was still too tired to even hold her head up. She leaned back against the seat as Mack reversed out of the driveway.             The hospital was only ten minutes away, Mack knew. He drove quickly, but carefully, trying to avoid sharp turns or jerky stops. He kept looking over to check on Mrs. Sanchez, almost like a tic.             Mack wet as he drove, oblivious to the warmth spreading down his lap. He was oblivious to almost everything except for Mrs. Sanchez’s breathing. All he wanted was to get her safely to the hospital and confirm that she and the baby would be OK, so his own bodily needs – and unconscious bodily actions – were well beyond his notice.             It was a slow accident, impeded but not prevented by the tension tightening every muscle in his body. If either Mack or Gina had been paying attention, they might have been able to hear the soft trickle of liquid against the fabric of his jeans. But Gina was too worn out, and Mack was too nervous to hear.             After what seemed like an indeterminable about of time, Mack turned into the emergency room parking lot. He wasn’t entirely sure the placed he stopped was a parking spot, but surely he wasn’t the first to park haphazardly in this particular lot, right?             Gina opened her mouth to argue that no, she could walk, she didn’t need Mack to carry her, but all she managed was a weak exhale as the teen lifted her from the seat. The sights of the entrance and lobby of the emergency room slid across her vision as she heard Mack calling for help.             “Please!” Mack cried, urgent by not frantic.             Luckily, it was a comparatively slow day in the emergency room, and the sight of an incredibly tall man holding an obviously pregnant woman in his arms was enough to rouse several nurses and doctors. One nurse pulled back the curtain on an empty bed and gestured for Mack to lay Gina down.             Mack carefully set the woman on the bed, then quickly backed up to let the professionals work. With Mrs. Sanchez safely delivered, he took a deep breath and, for the first time, realized that he’d had an accident at some point since leaving the house. He stole a glance down at his jeans, and, sure enough, a wet stain was spread across his thighs, down to his knees.             He drew in a breath. He’d take care of his jeans later; right now, he had to make sure Mrs. Sanchez was being taken care of.             “She had a seizure,” Mack explained, trying to project over the controlled chaos without shouting. “It was about a minute long, but she didn’t hit her head or anything.”             “Pulse is steady,” one nameless nurse called, reaching under Gina’s shirt affixing monitors to Gina’s chest.             “Breath sounds clear,” a doctor added, pulling his stethoscope out of his ears after listening to Gina’s lungs.             A third professional shone a light in Gina’s eyes. “Pupils equal and responsive.”             “Ma’am, can you tell me your name?” the doctor with the stethoscope asked.             “Regina Sanchez,” Gina answered, her voice soft but clear. “My husband…” She drifted off to catch her breath. Laying down made her feel better, but she was still more tired than she’d been in a long time.             The doctor turned toward Mack, with a glance taking in the telltale stain on the boy’s pants.             “She had a seizure,” Mack repeated. “She’s 34 weeks pregnant, 28 years old, born August 13th, and she’s never had a seizure before.”             One of the nurses entered all of this information into her tablet as Gina listened in awe. Yes, she’d told a lot of stories over the past month, but she was quietly stunned that Mack had no only listened, but retained all of that information.             “Her husband works here,” Mack went on. “He’s a surgical resident. Hector Sanchez.”             “We’ll call him,” the doctor promised. He inclined his head at one of the interns, who scurried off to find Hector.             “Fetal heartbeat is normal,” the first nurse noted, looking at the output on the monitor.             The doctor looked at the monitor, confirming the findings. “Everything looks pretty good here,” he said, informing both Gina and Mack. “How do you feel, Mrs. Sanchez?”             “Tired,” Gina answered honestly. “But not bad.”             The doctor nodded. “Seizures during first-time pregnancies are not unheard of. We’re going to schedule you for an MRI, just to make sure everything looks good in your brain, structurally. We’ll probably keep you overnight for observation, but I’m not too worried.”             Gina smiled softly in gratitude, but Mack let out an audible sigh of relief.             With the immediate concern alleviated and Gina being closely monitored, the doctor turned to Mack. “You did the right thing bringing her in, mister…?”             “Mackenzie,” Mack responded, shifting slightly as multiple pairs of eyes turned toward him. “Dominic Mackenzie. I’m her student. I work for her.”             The doctor smiled benevolently. “And you’re OK, son?”             The handful of interns that had gathered around the bed originally, in the hopes that they’d learn something exciting from the treatment of a pregnant women, now stayed to see what was wrong with the large young man who had wet himself. Maybe there was some interesting medical explanation.             Mack’s eyes narrowed as all eyes in the room seemed to stare directly at the stain on his pants, a barely-noticeable defensive response. “Yes, sir. I just want to make sure Mrs. Sanchez is OK.”             The doctor nodded. The boy looked perfectly healthy; it was likely that he’d just gotten scared when he saw his teacher having a seizure. The boy was probably embarrassed, so it was best to give him an out.             “We’ve got everything in hand here, Dominic,” the doctor assured him. “And I’m sure Dr. Sanchez will be here any moment. You can go.”             “I’d rather stay until Hector shows up,” Mack replied coolly, his eyes darkening even further.             “There’s really nothing more to be done,” one of the interns interjected. “You’d just be standing around.”             “Then I’ll stand around,” Mack said sharply, his voice approaching a growl.             He knew what they were saying. He knew what they all thought. But he didn’t care. The state of his pants was none of their business; he could make his own decisions, and he was going to stay with Mrs. Sanchez, at least until Hector arrived.             “Mack.”             Mack turned his head abruptly at the sound of Mrs. Sanchez’s voice. His face instantly melted from hardened defiance into anticipatory concern, ready to help with whatever she needed.             Gina’s gaze was open and sympathetic. “It’s OK, Mack,” she insisted, her voice filled with meaning. “You can go.”             Mack straightened, his mouth dropping open. “No, Mrs. Sanchez…” he stared at her, almost incredulous. “I can stay.”             Gina tilted her head to the side, her eyes full of pity. “Mack, it’s okay,” she repeated, emphasizing the word. “I’m fine. Hector is on his way. You can go home.” The “and change” was left unspoken, but clearly implied.             A flash of something crossed Mack’s face, too brief for Gina to interpret in her still-tired state. It was gone in an instant, replaced by a blank mask.             “Yes, ma’am,” Mack said simply, his voice low and emotionless.             Without another word, Mack turned and walked out, pulling aside the curtain. He knew that the rooms weren’t at all soundproof, and even though no one had explicitly described his accident, he felt like every person in the emergency room was staring at him as he walked toward the exit.             Mack kept his head high, not making eye contact. It wasn’t their problem, and it’s not like he was ever going to see any of these people again.             He could take care of himself.             Meanwhile, Gina watched through the open curtain as Mack strode through the automatic doors, shoulders as square as a marine’s. She wasn’t completely sure what had just happened, but should couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d done something wrong.
This got a little out of hand :/ But I wanted to finish it before I head into a series of weekends with no free time for writing! Thank you all so much for reading!             If anyone had just looked at Mack’s face as he walked back to his truck, they wouldn’t have noticed anything out of the ordinary. In fact, nothing about the young man’s entire image, other than the obvious wet stain spreading down from the crotch of his jeans, indicated that he had wet himself at 18 years old. He didn’t slump his shoulders, didn’t hang his head, didn’t blink back tears of humiliation. He just walked, blank-faced and wet-pantsed.             Once behind the wheel, Mack felt his stomach cave in. It didn’t occur to him to let himself feel embarrassed or abased, though. Mack didn’t often let himself have the luxury of emotional expression; he had things to do. And now, those things included driving home, showering, and changing.             Mack tried not to get lost in his own thoughts in the shower. He didn’t want to consider the implications of the events of the afternoon. He just wanted to move on.             Just like he always did. ***             Mack woke up early on Sunday to the buzzing of his phone. Groggily, he reached toward his nightstand. His dad wasn’t due home for another week, and Big Mack virtually never called this early unless…             Before Mack had time to consider any potentially horrible implications, his eyes registered the text on the screen.             Doc has me on bed rest, but Hector has to go to work. Would you mind keeping me company for the day?             Mack closed his eyes. He knew what his response would be, of course. He wouldn’t refuse to help a pregnant woman. He wouldn’t refuse much of anyone who asked him for help.             So he’d get up, strip his wet sheets, shower, and drive over to Mrs. Sanchez’s house. He could at least finish putting up the window dressings in the baby’s room.             Of course. Be there in a half hour.             This time, Mack found it a bit more challenging not to get lost in his thoughts in the shower. He’d implicitly planned to spend the day alone, sleeping in, reading, maybe getting ahead on some homework. Definitely not going back to the woman who had summarily dismissed him yesterday.             True to his word, Mack pulled into Mrs. Sanchez’s driveway thirty minutes later. Hector answered the door, affable in his gratitude. He explained that Gina had been put on bed rest, that her mother would be coming into town tomorrow, but that they just needed someone to stick around for the day – Hector had to go into work for the morning, but he’d gotten a colleague to cover for him later – in case anything went wrong.             Nodding easily, Mack brushed off Hector’s repeated expressions of thanks. It was fine, he didn’t have anything else to do, he was happy to help. Hector looked understandably harried, but seemed to relax slightly knowing that Mack would be around to watch Gina for the day.             Hector rushed out, still thanking Mack and quickly explaining that Gina was dozing upstairs.             Mack exhaled deeply as Hector shut the door. He was already exhausted, both from being woken up earlier than expected and from the (as-yet-unacknowledged) emotional burden of having to face Mrs. Sanchez again so soon.             Well, not immediately, thankfully. Mrs. Sanchez was asleep, so Mack thought for a moment about what else he could work on around the house. He figured the baby’s room was too close to Mrs. Sanchez’s room, and didn’t want to disturb her with the noise, so he stayed downstairs. There was a new set of furniture – desk, bookshelves – for the office, so Mack figured he’d start there.             Glancing toward the office, Mack decided it was too far from the master bedroom. He crept upstairs and found the recently-purchased baby monitor in the baby’s room. Careful to keep it quiet, he unpacked the receivers and plugged one in just outside the slightly ajar master bedroom door. He took the speaker downstairs with him and started working.             Work was easy for Mack, especially the instruction-based furniture assembly in the office. It didn’t require any creativity, and the office was blank and unfamiliar enough that he wasn’t reminded whose house he was in.             It wasn’t long – maybe an hour – before Mack heard sounds of stirring from the baby monitor. He paused his work, listened, and then, determining that Mrs. Sanchez was actually awake, headed upstairs to see if she needed anything.             He knocked softly on the door and heard Mrs. Sanchez call him in.             “Hey, Mack,” Gina smiled, looking a bit tired, but otherwise, not too different than usual, sitting on the bed in a t-shirt and sweatpants.             “Mrs. Sanchez.” Mack stood just inside the door, not quite making eye contact. “Can I get you anything?”             Gina’s grin faltered a bit. She was still tired from yesterday, and had spent more time sleeping and convincing Hector that she was fine than she had thinking about Mack, but now, faced with the towering young man, she was sharply reminded of how he had looked when he left the hospital.             Still, she didn’t want to read too much into the situation. He’d come when she asked, hadn’t he?             “I’m good for now,” she told him. “I’m not tied to the bed, exactly, but I’m supposed to minimize walking, at least for a few days, and I’m definitely not supposed to go downstairs. So I’ll spend most of the day reading or sleeping, but Mack set up things for me here-“ she gestured toward the nightstand, loaded with books, sketchpads, a giant water bottle, and a laptop “-so I’ll just ask you to bring me some food or drink if I get hungry.”             Mack nodded, emotionless. “I put the baby monitor outside the door, so you don’t have to yell if I’m downstairs,” he explained. “But while you’re awake, I’m going to go finish the curtains in the baby’s room.”             The corners of Gina’s mouth turned down. She hadn’t expected Mack to spend the day working – they’d still pay him of course, had planned to pay him for coming over, anyway – and for some reason, the idea of the teen acting like just an employee made her sad.             She didn’t notice that Mack was looking at her while she frowned. When she didn’t speak for several seconds, Mack decided that there were no more directions forthcoming.             “I’ll just be in the baby’s room, then.”             And for the second time in 24 hours, Gina was left watching Mack walk out, not really sure of how to make things better. ***             It didn’t take Mack long to finish the blinds and the curtains in the baby’s room. He didn’t really want to speak to Mrs. Sanchez again, but he knew it would be polite to let her know that he was headed back downstairs.             Mack knocked on the master bedroom door, though it was mostly open, and he could see Mrs. Sanchez on the bed, reading.             Gina looked up, not quite startled by the sound of the knock. She’d been listening down the hall to the vague sounds of Mack hammering and hanging curtains. When the noises stopped, she heard the sounds of his steps approaching her room.             “I was going to go back down to the office to work on the bookshelves,” Mack said without prelude. “Do you need anything?”             Gina didn’t, but she didn’t want the whole day to be one of missed chances to talk with the teen. “Can you bring me a snack, please? Just something small. There’s a pack of granola bars in the pantry, middle shelf, left side.”             Mack nodded, not quite curtly, but definitely briefly. “Be right back.”             Gina put down her book and tried to breathe deeply while Mack went downstairs. She knew she didn’t have long before he returned, so she wouldn’t be able to prepare a full script. She’d just have to go for it.             Sure enough, within seconds, she heard Mack bounding back up the stairs, likely taking them two at a time. He walked into the room, holding out the granola bar.             “Thanks, Mack,” Gina smiled and gestured toward the night stand.             Mack didn’t so much as make a sound of acknowledgement. He simply placed the bar on the night stand and turned to leave.             “Mack,” Gina called, disconcerted by the complete lack of emotion from the boy.             He stopped and turned halfway, the only break in his blank expression a slightly raised eyebrow.             “Mack, please,” Gina begged, unsure of how to start. “I know yesterday was crazy, but I…” She paused. She wanted to apologize, but she genuinely didn’t know what for.             “I don’t want you to be upset,” she finished, sincerely.             Mack inhaled, turning to face Mrs. Sanchez fully and softening his face a bit. “It’s fine, Mrs. Sanchez,” he claimed, his insistence almost convincing.             But Gina knew better. She’d spent enough time with the boy by now to know that he was just trying to keep her from worrying. Or maybe to keep himself from worrying.             “It’s not,” Gina insisted, gazing at him sadly. “I can tell it’s not, and I want to help.”             Instantly, Gina knew she had said the wrong thing. Mack straightened, raising his chin a fraction of an inch.             “It’s fine,” Mack repeated, his voice tinged with ice. “Now, if you don’t need anyth-“             “I do!” Gina exclaimed. “This is what I need! I need to talk about what happened yesterday. I need you to stay here and tell me what’s wrong.”             The changes in Mack’s facial expressions were so subtle, blunted by years of practiced self-control, but Gina could see his eyes narrow, and she nearly shuddered. She’d seen him determined, she’d seen him exhausted, she’d seen him pleased, but she’d never seen him…whatever it what he was feeling right now.              Mack was tired from waking up early, and he was unprepared for this confrontation. He was so unused to having his actions questioned, and, by extension, he was unused to having to examine his own emotions. Living alone let him distract himself from anything that went wrong – he could just go home from school or work, be alone, and not think about anyone else’s reaction. And now, Mrs. Sanchez was actively confronting him.             So Mack confronted her right back.             “Stay?” Mack’s voice was clipped, challenging. “Now you want me to stay?”             Gina’s mouth fell open slightly. In all of their interactions, despite all of her intrusions and nosiness, despite Mack’s tendency for reticence, he’d always been unfailingly respectful. It’s not that he was being rude now, exactly, but he had almost snapped.             “I’ll stay, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack said, a bit softer. “I’m here to work, so just tell me what you want me to do.”             “Mack…” Gina was thrown. She couldn’t tell what Mack needed. “You’re not just here to work. We’re…you’re…you’re not my employee.”             “Of course I am,” Mack replied. He now seemed to be working to hold himself together. “I’m here to do what you tell me to.”             “Mack!” Gina objected. “I’m not your boss. You can do what you want.”             Mack’s face hardened again. Gina could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. But when he spoke, his voice was low and even, almost to an eerie degree.             “I wanted to stay yesterday, Mrs. Sanchez. I wanted to stay with you until Hector got there, to make sure you were OK. I didn’t care about how I looked or what anyone else thought. I knew what I wanted.”             Here, Mack paused and locked eyes with Gina. “I wanted to stay,” he repeated. “You wanted me to leave.”             Gina could only watch in awe as the young man held her gaze and continued to speak.             “I told you I could handle things. I told you it didn’t bother me.” Mack drew in a breath, trying to preemptively keep his voice from shaking. “It bothered you.”             Gina’s eyes widened with comprehension. She finally understood what was bothering Mack – understood what the look that had flashed across his face when she’d told him to leave the emergency room had indicated.             It had been betrayal.             “You said it was OK,” Mack murmured, his tone dropping unintentionally. “You were supposed to be OK with it. I said I was OK with it, but you weren’t.”             Gina opened her mouth to argue, or apologize, or something, but Mack kept talking.             “I figured everyone else would stare,” Mack was practically whispering now. “But I didn’t think you would tell me to leave. I said I wanted to stay, but you didn’t want me to.”             “Oh, no,” Gina tried to object. “It was just-“             “And if you’re not OK with it,” Mack went on as if Gina hadn’t spoken, “then how can I expect anyone else ever to be OK with it? I thought…I thought if I just explained it, then people would understand that it’s just another thing.”             Gina felt her heart crack as a fine sheen of tears filled Mack’s eyes.             “So I don’t know what I’m going to do now,” the teen continued, frustration building. “I can’t stop pissing myself, and I can’t find anyone who doesn’t care about it, and it wasn’t my fault!”             Most other high school students might have been screaming at this point, but Mack’s years of practice meant that his voice was only somewhat strained, like a student frustrated by a difficult homework problem.             “Mack…” Gina whispered, aghast. She had no idea what to say, or how to make the boy feel better.             “I’m just here to do what you tell me to, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack blinked, erasing any tears from his eyes. His voice steadied, approaching the blank tone that he’d been using all morning. “I thought that I could manage with the way I am now, but if even you don’t want anything to do with me if I…when I wet myself, then how can I expect anyone else to put up with me?”             Mack’s words were chilling in their simplicity. He wasn’t complaining; he was simply stating how he thought his world worked. The final question was rhetorical – he clearly didn’t expect anyone to “put up with” him at all.             Gina drew in a deep breath. She’d learned enough about Mack to trust his maturity, but he was still only eighteen. And right now, he needed an adult.             “Dominic,” Gina said sternly, tilting her chin down. She patted the bed next to her. “Sit down.”             Mack tensed, looking uncharacteristically unsure. Gina raised an eyebrow, and the boy acquiesced, sitting just on the edge of the mattress.             “Mack, I’m so sorry,” Gina soothed. “I was wrong yesterday, and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”             Mack shrugged, but not in the petulant way of many teenagers; it was a resigned shrug, one that acknowledged the apology while simultaneously communicating that it didn’t change anything in the long run.              “I shouldn’t have sent you away,” Gina continued, “and I promise I won’t do it again. You can make your own choices.”             “I can’t,” Mack argued, but there was no force behind his statement. He sounded younger than Gina had ever heard him. “I mean, I can, but no one’s ever just going to believe me.”             He shrugged again. “There’s no room in the world for a grown man who pees himself.”             Gina wanted to hug the boy, especially knowing what she had to say next, but she held back. Instead, she simply gave Mack the honesty and respect that she hadn’t given him yesterday.             “You’re right,” Gina said, simply but sadly.             Mack looked sideways at Mrs. Sanchez, both mournful and grateful. The past 24 hours had been rough, shattering the carefully constructed belief system he’d built for himself since the fight, but he would have been angry if Gina had lied to him.             “It’s just not something society is set up for,” Gina went on. “Your system is good for every day, but you…you don’t really have a backup plan.”             Mack slumped forward. Sitting perpendicular to Mrs. Sanchez, not having to look her straight in the eye but knowing she was right there, made him feel more vulnerable than he had in a long time.             “I know,” he mumbled. “I just can’t…I don’t know how much it would be to see a doctor, and I can’t afford…other stuff.”             For the first time since Gina had known him, Mack’s cheeks tinged with color, his typically composed manner challenged by the allusion to diapers. Admitting out loud that he didn’t have a plan seemed to break something inside the teen.             “It wasn’t my fault,” he said, his voice breaking. He’d made the claim before, and Gina believed him of course, but this time, he expanded on the assertion.             “I didn’t want to fight,” he almost pleaded. “I didn’t want any of this. It wasn’t my fault, but I got suspended and hurt and now I can’t control myself and I don’t know what I’m going to do.”             He stared down at his hands, his fingers nervously intertwined. “I wanted to go to college,” he murmured shakily. “I want to have a job, to-“             He cut himself off, looking positively wretched.             But Mack’s words had sparked something in Gina, a consideration that she’d been cultivating for over a month. She hadn’t wanted to propose the idea to Mack without due cause.             She figured a teen deciding that his entire life was artificially derailed counted as due cause.             “Mack,” Gina said softly, knowing she’d have to be delicate. “You know that Hector is a surgeon, right?”             Mack glanced up, allowing himself to look hopeful for a split second before shaking his head.             “Mrs. Sanchez, I could never-“             “No, please, just hear me out-“             “Mrs. Sanchez, I can’t-“             Mack’s voice rose frantically, but he cut himself off as a sharp pain knifed through his lower abdomen. Face flaming, he stood up.             “I have to go.”             In the bathroom, Mack felt himself trembling as he went, his eyes wet. After washing his hands, he leaned against the sink, bracing his arms, but he was shaking too much to get proper support. Defeated, he backed up against the wall and slid to the floor.             Mack wrapped his long arms around his knees and tried to breathe deeply. He knew what Mrs. Sanchez was going to suggest, of course, and it was too much. He’d been dealing with semi-continence for over 4 months now, and as recently as yesterday morning, he’d convinced himself that he had it handled. But then Mrs. Sanchez had had a seizure, which was unsettling enough on its own, and he’d had an accident, and the whole emergency room had seen his wet pants.             And Mrs. Sanchez had told him to leave.             And now she was trying to suggest that her husband could somehow surgically fix him.             And it was too much.             It was too much for Mack to process in such a short time – to go from thinking he had his unfortunate situation handled to realizing that it was a far more impossible situation than he’d imagined to being offered a potentially curative out, when he’d spent years doing everything on his own, to the extent that he’d started to believe that there was no point in relying on anyone else, ever.             It was too much.             For the first time in many years, Mack let himself slump forward, forehead on his knees and tears filling his eyes. He knew his options were limited, and, at the moment, there were no viable options that he could complete all on his own. The thought of accepting help – and quite a lot of help, at that – went against everything Mack had taught himself over the past few years, and isolation was a hard habit to break.             But even more ingrained than his independence was Mack’s sense of duty. He didn’t wallow; he did what had to be done. And right now, the best option for continuing to be a productive member of society was to accept – or at least listen to – Mrs. Sanchez’s offer.             It felt like ages, but Mack had only been sitting for a few minutes. He drew in a breath and hauled himself to his feet, wiping his eyes. After a moment of mental preparation, he returned to Mrs. Sanchez’s room.             Gina watched apprehensively as the teen sat back down on the mattress.             There was a pause, but then Mack opened his mouth.             “Have you told Hector about me?”             “No,” Gina answered, honestly. Of course, Hector knew Mack and had met him, but Gina still hadn’t disclosed Mack’s continence issues.             Mack nodded, unexpectedly but visibly relieved.             “But…he might be able to help?”             Gina melted at the vulnerability in the young man’s voice. He wasn’t looking at her, but she’d seen the redness in his eyes when he’d walked back in. And the fact that he was even considering the help meant that he was truly broken.             “Yes,” Gina insisted, infusing the word with as much emphasis as she could. “The hospital has one of the best urological departments in the country, and they have an endowment for providing pro bono surgeries.”             Mack’s fingers were twisting nervously, but he didn’t interrupt or shake his head to signal that he found anything outright objectionable about the plan just yet.             “You’d be a good candidate for the assistance program,” Gina continued. “You have great grades, and you’re a hard worker. And since you’re 18, no one would have to know – not even your dad, if you don’t want to tell him.”             “I’d tell him,” Mack mumbled reflexively. He didn’t want his dad to worry about his wetting, but he couldn’t imagine having surgery – major surgery? – without letting Big Mack know.             “OK,” Gina nodded, but didn’t say anything else. She knew about the program, and she was sure Hector could help Mack get the surgery done for free, but that was assuming that whatever was wrong with the boy had a surgical fix.             Which was exactly the point Mack had arrived at – the shaky uncertainty of the plan even having the potential to work.             He sat in silence for a few more moments. Gina waited patiently, giving him space to process. He inhaled and opened his mouth a few times, as if to speak, but then would stop. After a few of these false starts, he finally asked the question he didn’t want to have to ask.             “What if it doesn’t work?”             Gina had known it was coming, and had her answer ready. “Then we figure out what to do from there,” she said calmly. “We’d cross that bridge when we come to it.”             Mack nodded, shoulders hunched slightly. He knew that this was his best option, even if it was far from a guarantee. And it was an option he almost certainly wouldn’t have if not for his relationship with Mrs. Sanchez.             Finally, Mack raised his eyes and gazed at the tiny woman on the bed, looking more like the teenager he was than Gina had ever seen.             “I didn’t want to fight,” he whispered, eyes shining.             “Oh, honey.” Gina sighed and reached out her arms.             And Mack folded sideways, letting Gina wrap him in her arms – at long last, letting someone else be the adult. ***Epilogue***             Hector was a well-trained physician, so he had kept an admirably straight face when Gina had told him that the hard-working young man who had been fixing up their house actually had semi-regular wetting accidents. The urology team was certainly used to handling delicate, potentially embarrassing issues, so they didn’t make Mack feel damaged when he came in for his consult.             For once, the breaks came (mostly) in Mack’s favor. As the lead surgeon described, showing Mack MRI images that he didn’t quite understand, Conway’s stomp had torn muscle in Mack’s urethral sphincter and damaged nerves in his bladder. So the nerves weren’t sending as many early signals of fullness, and the scar tissue from the torn muscle was preventing him from being able to fully control the muscle.             “I can’t fix all the nerves,” the surgeon explained apologetically, “but I can laser away some of this scar tissue, which should give you back voluntary control. You still won’t feel like you used to, but urgency will no longer be disastrous.”             The proposed improvement was more than Mack had allowed himself to hope for, so it hadn’t taken a lot of persuasion to get him to agree. The surgery was planned within a week; Hector would assist while Big Mack and Gina would stay in the waiting room.             The surgery went perfectly, though Mack remained apprehensive throughout the days-long recovery process. Despite the therapist’s professionalism, it was decidedly unpleasant having someone direct you through the physical process of holding exercises.             But when it was all over, Mack was left with significantly less pain and substantially more control. For all intents and purposes, the surgery rectified the functional damage done back in December.             Mack only missed two days of school, and he kept Gina updated through texts. She didn’t inundate him with requests for information, instead following his lead in treating the surgery like no big deal. She understood that he’d treat his recovery with the same sense of duty and hard work that he brought to everything else in his life.             So she wasn’t really surprised when, the following Saturday at 12:55 PM, she heard a knock on her front door.             “Hey, Mrs. Sanchez. So what are we working on today?”
Author's note: Here, a quick, low-effort story because I felt like it and to pass the time while I figure out where that Fire Emblem story is going. Just don't ask how it ended up this long if that's the case. --------------- Trapped. Imprisoned. Held captive by the power of the Magister of the kingdom of Shang Tu. That was the fate currently befalling the three young girls sharing a cell, falsely accused of treason by instigating a conflict between the three kingdoms of the land. And, to be fair, their tale of an intergalactic warlord named Brevon, assassinating the king of Shuigang to steal the planet of Avalice's Kingdom Stone for his own conquests was quite farfetched. Regardless, that was the situation these ladies were in. Sash Lilac, a purple dragon, was a former member of the renegade group Red Scarves, where she met the green wildcat sitting next to her, Carol Tea. Inseparable, the two did a lot of work together, stealing and sabotaging. Despite leaving the organization due to differences in opinion, the two still did similar jobs, the only way they knew how to survive. Finally, there was Milla Basset, a little dog without parents, who had only become Lilac and Carol's friend very recently, and was still willing to join their dangerous crusade. "So...when we breaking out," Carol asked, with her arms behind her head as she sat on the floor, kicking back and chilled out. She didn't look very concerned about being jailed, in the same position she'd take watching TV. "We can't just bail without Torque," Lilac angrily defended. Torque was someone else that the girls had become acquainted with recently, he was the reason they had become embroiled in this conflict, actually. He was an intergalactic officer chasing after Brevon, grateful for the help of the locals. Well, at least he was suffering the same for bringing this fight, just in a different cell. "So what do we do," Milla asked, nervously pawing at the floor in the corner. "I...don't know. Maybe we should just wait for the Magister to conduct his investigation on the wreckage we brought back. Then he'll know we're innocent and let us out." Carol shook her head and jumped to her feet. "But you heard him when he threw us in here! He didn't believe us in the slightest, he's probably not even going to look! We're going to rot in here forever unless we bust out!" Lilac leapt into standing to meet her friend's height, pressing up close to Carol and keeping a strong, but wavering, gaze. "But if we get caught, he'll never listen to us! We...should just sit tight and be patient." The dragon flopped back to the floor, pressing her knees together as she looked through the bars confining them. Realizing that she wasn't getting through, Carol dropped back to the ground, crossed her arms and pouted. Lilac needed to keep her focus away for a multitude of reasons. She could hear Milla sniffling in the corner, probably about to cry, and she'd feel awful facing that, knowing she was responsible for getting the pup into this mess. She was also guilty of leaving Carol trapped without the means to assist, something else to sit at the pit of her stomach. And finally, the real pain eating away at her abdomen wasn't something so emotional, rather the product of a perfectly unfortunate storm. The night before, the four were treated to a feast by Mayor Zao of Shang Mu, with lots of fancy foods and delicious drinks to gorge on. After finishing dinner, they were given an airship to fly to Shang Tu, one they instantly crashed into sleep on once it got into the air. Before they could even wake up, they were attacked by Prince Dail and Brevon's men and machines, forcing them into retaliation. They landed near the palace immediately, and that's when they were captured, leading to the current moment. With all that told, Lilac had a lot of fluids in her system, without any chance to empty them out. If they didn't leave this prison soon, she'd be really showing off exactly why she's a water dragon right in front of everyone, likely through her aqua shorts. That was a terrible thing to imagine, being brought to explain grave matters while also wearing pee-soaked pants. Ordinarily, having witnesses would not be a deal breaker, at least not the ones currently residing in the room. They lived in a treehouse in Dragon Valley, "watering the plants" was something Lilac did constantly. With how close they were, she had no problem with Carol seeing everything, the two would even soak the same tree on occasion, make a contest on how much territory they could mark for their own before the other ran dry. Milla wasn't a part of any of this yet, of course, but in an emergency like this, Lilac had no problem with letting the hound observe. There wasn't even a guard keeping watch outside the door. No, the real problem was location. In the movies, jail cells always had that one lone toilet, unshielded from prying eyes like that mattered now. But their cage was bare, solid metal made up the floor, ceiling, and all walls save for the door. She could just make a puddle in the corner, but then it'd just sit there, reminding all three what Lilac needed to do, and then it'd smell for as long as they were trapped. Still, it'd be the same result should she pee herself, but without having to sit in drenched clothes. It was worth considering as a last resort, but not a minute before then. "Ooh, ooh, I thought of an idea," Carol exclaimed. "What," Lilac asked, sure she was about to waste her time listening to some asinine scheme. "I'll pretend that I have to pee really bad, and when they open the gate, we make a break for it!" "That's a terrible plan," Lilac berated. First off, if anyone had to fake desperation, she'd be a lot better at it, not having to pretend in order to put on a convincing performance. Beyond that, they'd be running for freedom as soon as the door opened, there wouldn't be an actual bathroom visit. Without that vital stop, she'd have to hold it as they ran throughout the palace, found Torque, broke him out, escaped, and eluded capture for however far the guards would pursue. That could be a very long time, sure to pull her over the edge. "You're really sticking to that 'wait it out' plan, huh," Carol sighed, her head falling limp. "It'll be your fault if I die of boredom!" The situation was looking pretty hopeless, leaving the girls quiet and stewing in the emptiness. There was nothing to look at, and the only sounds were the distant footsteps on different floors, and a constant, rhythmic scratching from inside the cell. A noise that wasn't present earlier, as both Lilac and Carol picked up on simultaneously, turning to find the source. In the corner of the room, Milla was digging a hole in the floor, throwing aside dirt as she descended into her little pit. That caught their attention, as Milla's cellmates got up and wandered over to see the commotion. As they discovered, for whatever reason, this one spot in the floor was a different texture, earthen, not covered by the steel that made up the rest of the room. And the dog was doing an amazing job burrowing through, she had barely started and was already deep enough to hide half her body. Aware that she now had an audience, she faced her friends standing above her, with a big smile spread across her face. "I think I can dig a tunnel out!" "Awesome job, Milla," Carol praised, "that's thinking smart! But how did you even find that dirt?" It wasn't apparent from the outside, like the top soil was painted over to blend in with its surroundings, they missed it for quite some time. "Um, well..." Milla scratched behind one of her large ears, preferring to look at her handiwork instead of her friends. "I really have to go potty, so I was just kind of pawing to take my mind off it. Then I found I was digging dirt, so I started making a hole to tinkle in. Then I realized I might be able to make a tunnel to get us out." "Well then, you better get digging fast," the wildcat encouraged, bending over to pat Milla's head. "Think you can handle it on your own?" "I'm on it," Milla exclaimed, rapidly scraping her paws against the broken dirt to move it aside, her prowess evident as she disappeared from view seconds later. As the sound of her digging faded away beneath them, Carol eased back up and went back to sitting in her usual spot. "How's that for an escape plan? No guard to see Milla's missing, no noise so they won't come check, and we can get Torque without anyone noticing." Lilac would have to admit, it was a good idea, for all the reasons listed. However, she wasn't thinking about that right now, this discovery placed her mind firmly on something else. "Wish we knew about this earlier," she muttered under her breath, looking wistfully at the broken soil. "Hm? You say something," Carol asked, confirming that the dragon had not been quiet enough. Well, no point in hiding her need. "Just wishing I knew there was dirt here already. Would have liked to pee in it." Carol was silent for a while after hearing the admission, but Lilac wasn't afraid of what she'd say, she knew her friend too well for that. It was more a matter of time before the feline started laughing. "Didn't you go in the Shopping Paradise?" True, Lilac did take a quick detour to the little dragon's room while running through Shang Mu, but there was another fact being overlooked here. "That was like, twelve hours ago," she complained. "Relax, relax," Carol comforted, pushing her open palms forward in tempo with the words. "I was joking, I get you. I gotta take a leak too." Balling her right hand into a fist, with an extended thumb, she thrust the pointer towards the corner at the center of conversation. "Well, we know now. Shall we?" Tempting as it was, there was one major concern keeping Lilac from jumping straight in, plenty obvious from her position directly next to the spot in question. "Look, the patch of dirt is pretty small, Milla's hole pretty much takes up the whole area. We'd be peeing straight into it." "Yeah, so? She said she dug it at first exactly to pee into it." "She's going to have to come back through there, you know. You want to make her crawl through a tunnel we soaked the walls of?" "...point taken. So we wait for her to come back, and then we let loose." "Were you paying attention to what she's doing at all?" Maybe it was just her bladder hurting, or maybe Carol's aloofness was getting under her scales, but Lilac was starting to act a little testy. "You know what? Fine. You're free to whiz in front of Torque when they come back." Honestly, a part of her was expecting Carol to agree to those terms, if only to not back down and look dumb. Instead, the fire of conflict flickered out, and she turned her attention from Lilac to the floor between her outstretched legs, a gap that wouldn't remain for long as her thighs overlapped with a tight squeeze. "Fine. So we're just going to hold it forever." "Come on, we've held it way too long plenty of times before. We're tough enough for this." She wanted to keep the two in good spirits, but Lilac was nervous too. She was right about having practice keeping her urine in check, but she could feel herself approaching that upper limit already. Taking a deep breath, the dragon resolved to stay firm through the pain, as she also crossed her legs, pressed lightly against her crotch, and bounced. This was going to hurt. The uncomfortable, desperate holding continued in silence for quite some time, though it probably felt longer than it actually was. Neither wanted to break concentration for themselves or the other, so they squirmed with nothing more than the occasional moan or whine. Every once in a while, they would turn to look longingly at the escape tunnel, reconsidering their decision to abstain from its allure, before thinking better of it. Finally, footsteps approached their cell. Two pairs, in fact. Lilac and Carol turned to each other, excitement easily visible on their faces. "Milla and Torque," they both exclaimed, rushing over to the barred barrier to see their friends return. And yes, Milla entered their view, but not of her own will. She was being forced along with a spear pressed against her back by Neera, one of the guards. The two girls still imprisoned should have been disappointed that their plan failed, but their attention was pulled just slightly further down by something much less important in the grand scheme of things, but equally demanding at the moment. It was difficult to see on the primarily black leotard Milla wore under her jacket, but there was a noticeable shine on the crotch, and streaks of yellow down the white fur of her legs. Lilac and Carol found themselves grimacing, in pity and from the reminder of how soon they might be joining her. Neera pushed the back of Milla's neck, shoving her to the floor of the cell and locking the door between them. "We've already sealed up the other end of your hole, so don't try that again." Without a second thought, Lilac and Carol rushed to the dog's side, kneeling down next to her as she laid on the cold floor. "What happened, Milla," Lilac asked. "I started wandering around after I dug out, but she snuck up me and caught me almost instantly. I got scared, and...I had an accident," she admitted, her large ears hanging sadly next to her face. "But you're okay," the dragon asked, which Milla confirmed with a nod. She didn't really think about it up to now, but she was worried for her new friend's safety. It wasn't just their pants that were in danger, all of Avalice was. There were more important things at stake, and it was her responsibility to make sure the evil was stopped. Determined, she marched to the bars, looking fiercely at her guard. "Neera! I want to be brought before the Royal Magister!" Neera turned her head back to the prison, an amused grin across her face. "Oh yeah? What for?" "To confess." Carol, who was in the middle of picking Milla up, had no idea where Lilac was going with this, but she trusted her friend's judgment. She stayed silent as Neera laughed, opened the door, and forced the dragon along with her spear. Lilac turned back as she was led away, winking to Carol, who pressed two of her fingers together and gave a salute. "Whatever you're doing, don't take too long," she prayed, giving a brief squeeze to the zipper area of her shorts. --------------- "Ugh, that took too long," Lilac complained as she was led back to the prison. As she requested, she was given an audience with the Magister to explain that they had forced Torque to follow them, that he was innocent and should be released. She figured, he was the most important of the four in the fight against Brevon, he deserved freedom more than the girls. After a long, unprompted ramble about currency exchange, the Magister agreed to release Torque. She got a quick talk with him, entrusting their fate, before she was thrown back in jail. She still had to pee so bad, but at least good had been done. Torque could continue his mission without them, and they'd just have to figure out their own escape, legal or otherwise. It was just too bad her trip outside confinement didn't include a trip to the toilet. She doubted Neera would cooperate if she asked. Not even breaching the question turned out to be a mistake, as she quickly discovered when the cell entered view. Milla was waiting by the bars, all excited about Lilac's return. But Carol was standing in the corner, her back turned to her friends. Her shorts were pulled down her thighs, just enough to totally expose her butt, legs spread apart to keep the loose clothing from dropping further, with her hands positioned on her crotch as a clear cascade rushed from it, directly into the now-useless tunnel. "Haaaahhhh," the wildcat moaned as she peed a gushing stream, emptying her filled bladder, feeling refreshed as the discomfort drained. It was just a shame that it wasn't as pleasing for Lilac. It was hard enough for her to deny the imagination of what her relief would look like, pounding away at her composure each and every second, but now she had to actually see it. Her bladder spasmed, attempting to void its many contents with one strong push, making a serious offensive only held back by Lilac quickly pressing her legs together and grabbing hard, not easy to do through her tight clothing. The defense was successful, but unrelenting, with Carol's business continuing to pour, Lilac couldn't even move to join her, no matter how much that'd solve. "You about done, Carol?!" "Yeah, gimme a sec." The stream was diminishing, falling closer to her boots, until it reduced to nothing more than a few spread-out splatters. She shook her hips forward to loosen the few remaining drops. "Phew, I needed that one." She yanked her shorts back up, zipping them back to their normal "should really have a belt" state, giving one final sigh and rotating back to face her friends. Or, more precisely, how much Lilac was suffering. "Wow, you really gotta leak, huh?" "Y-yeah..." Without the sound of running water, the dragon's bladder backed down, though still threatening to flush out any minute. Slowly, she spread her legs and unclasped her hands, stable enough to stand normally and not wet herself. "Finally, I can't hold out much longer," she admitted, a distant tone to her voice as she stumbled to the tunnel's mouth. "How did your talk go," Milla asked. "He...he released Torque. It's just us left." She didn't stop trudging along, each deliberate step bringing her closer to relief tastier than any sushi. "So wait, Torque's free? We don't have to worry about saving him anymore?" Carol looked between her two friends, excited at the implications. "Then we can bust out now! I'm sick of being cooped up! Milla, get ready!" Lilac didn't even think of that. She wanted Torque freed for a greater good, a selfless heroic act. She didn't consider that he was the only thing keeping them captive, swiftly dealt with. They could join the fight to save their planet, but there was just one thing still anchoring her to this cell. "Wait, Milla, don't!" Despite the urgency in her voice, her demand fell on deaf ears. A green energy began forming around Milla's hands as she positioned herself in front of the wall opposite the door. "Super shield burst!" The power released from her palms in a single spire with the power of a gunshot, decimating the steel barrier between them and freedom. Sunlight poured through the messy hole, their first glimpse at the outside world in hours. And Carol wasn't waiting another second to immerse herself in that open air. "Hurry up, Lilac! They'll discover we bounced soon enough, we gotta get moving if we want to escape!" She jumped through the gap, with Milla following shortly after. "Carol! You couldn't wait for me to pee first?!" The wildcat was right, the guards would be looking for them very soon, and if they were caught, they wouldn't be allowed to escape again. If she wanted to do her part against Brevon, she had to take his chance. So, against her natural instinct, she braced her muscles and jumped, screaming "I hate you" all the way down. The long fall wasn't a concern to any of the three, each of them landed perfectly, their feet on the grass with no harm done. "Alright, we got about maybe one minute before they call in the force to catch us," Carol estimated. "You better hurry, Lilac!" "I...I can't believe you, Carol!" She wasn't injured in any sense, but the landing did rattle her to the bone, a jolt she couldn't walk off. Her hands were between her legs in an instant, but it did no good. Her bladder muscles, exhausted from holding for so long, only needed that tiny push to finally fail. The poor warriors needed their rest, and the enemy force advanced past the front lines. The dam broke, and thus began the flood. With nothing but a pair of tight, light-colored shorts between her privates and the outside, it took very little for Lilac's clothes to get soaked straight through. The sky blue turned nightsky blue in a second, the entire inner half reflecting any shine that dared point in that direction. Thick rivulets snaked down her legs, creating curving rivers down to her knees, where they began collecting in her boots. And to say nothing about the torrent circling around her fingers, drenching her gloves and crashing against the dirt between her feet. "Ggghhhh...aaaaaahhhhh," she exhaled, her tongue hanging out and her eyes resting shut. With her holding muscles giving up, it figures every other muscle would go numb following the release, she'd fall to her knees if they hadn't locked up. Instead, she stood still, panting and heaving as pee continued to gush out, powerful and unstoppable. Carol and Milla looked at each other awkwardly, the hound leaning into her partner's ear to whisper. "Is this normal for her?" "She doesn't usually wet herself, but this is the amount I've come to expect from a bursting dragon," Carol explained. "You should have seen this one time, it was storming, so of course she didn't want to go outside and get soaked, she kept saying 'I can hold it until the rain clears up'. I think it stopped at the last possible second, she made it two steps out the treehouse before ripping her shorts down and making more water than the storm ever could." Milla had no idea what to think about that story, aside from one detail nagging at her. "Were you there too?" "Yeah, but I didn't feel like holding it and went in a cup halfway through. But don't tell Lilac," she giggled, winking the eye closer to Milla. By the time the tale ended, Lilac's cascade eased up, just a bit. Then it calmed further, if only to confirm that dragon bladders do have physical limits, hers about to run out of cargo to give. The power declined more and more, until there was nothing more to release. Every drop within her body had been forcefully emptied, drenching a large portion of her outfit. At least it felt pretty good. Lilac's ruby eyes opened, having missed the whole ordeal, but she wasn't about to look down and bear witness to her creation. She could feel it just fine, the warm liquids chilling in the breeze. Instead, she focused her piercing gaze on Carol, who noticed and attempted to laugh, scratching the back of her head. "So, uhhhh...you're mad?" "What gave it away? Why is it so hard to listen to me? What made you think a jailbreak that moment was a great idea, you knew I had to pee! Did it ever occur to you, when you just pulled your pants down and went all freely, that I might like to do the same thing?" "I don't ever listen to you? You sure you don't have it the other way around? I always have to go along with your stupid plans, and you never think to ask what I'd like to do!" "That's not what we're talking about! We're talking about you being selfish and single-minded!" Her dragon fangs were bared, and Carol's exposed themselves to match. Meanwhile, Milla was watching from the side, shaking, tears forming under her eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Lilac," she squeaked, head hung low. "I'm sorry for breaking the wall." "It's not your fault," Lilac comforted, though keeping her bitter tone. "It's all Carol's problem, she was the one being a jerk!" A fight between the two probably would have broken out, if not for the arrival of a different noise; blaring sirens, close. Nice of the guards to wait until she finished before beginning the chase. "We'll talk about this later!" All three began running away from the alarms, getting separated in the forest foliage. Alone for the first time in a long time, Lilac took the chance to complain out loud to herself. "And now I have to run around and fight in soaked clothes! How long is it going to be before I get the chance to change and bathe?" The cruiser caught up to her soon enough, the red and blue lights on the top of the vehicle rotating and flashing against the greenery. Almost on top of her, the dragon jumped into a pond on their path to avoid being captured again, swimming through it with impressive speed, and jumping out the other end. Immediately, she felt different. Now, her entire body was covered with the cold water. Every inch of her clothes was soaked through. The lingering warmth of pent-up urine was all washed away. The pond water was certainly dirty, filled with algae and sticky scum, but at least this filth didn't come from her body. "Oh. I guess that fixes that."
A/N: Two commissions done for someone, the chapters are unrelated, so they don't happen in the same continuity. The first one is TodoDeku, and the second is TodoBaku. Shoto is rather glad to be paired with Midoriya for today’s rigorous training exercise. There aren’t many people in the class he’s on incredibly friendly terms with- though he’s getting better every day- and those he feels comfortable working one on one with make for a rather short list. Midoriya is one of those three- the other two being Iida and Yaoyorozu- so he considers himself fortunate. Today, they’re going to be exploring a maze; while this might sound simple to most, even before the actual challenge is explained, Shoto knows that it’ll likely be much more complicated than that. And, true to his expectations, they soon learn that they will enter the maze in pairs and have to overcome several obstacles along the way, and meet checkpoints where they will have to “rescue” dummies. Needless to say, a rather typical class, in some ways. There have been several mazes set up so that everyone can go at once, because this exercise is supposed to take all afternoon, if not longer. Shoto and Midoriya go to the entrance of their maze, and that is when he first feels a twinge in his lower abdomen, and when he realizes that, today of all days, he forgot to visit the bathroom after lunch. It’s rare that he forgets something like that, but, from time to time, it isn’t urgent and it slips his mind. Though that was the case today, he finds himself growing nervous now, because, even if it isn’t urgent right now, he’s going to be stuck in this maze for quite some time. Shoto is afraid that it might get to a point where it’s hard to focus, or where his performance starts to slip. But it’s too late to say something about it now, and even if it weren’t, he wouldn’t want to delay Midoriya getting started just so that he could run to the bathroom. He takes a deep, steadying breath, mentally telling himself that he’s going to be just fine, that he can do this. Heroes don’t have time for breaks when things get intense, and he knows that. Harsher lessons from his childhood come to mind, but he tries to push them aside. There’s no use thinking of that now, or any other time. “Alright, I think between the two of us, we can clear this pretty easily,” says Midoriya, as they start off. “I’m expecting some typical obstacles, but even the weirder things they throw at us to catch us off guard shouldn’t be too much trouble!” He’s right, of course, and they work their way through several obstacles and to a couple of the checkpoints without much difficulty. At first, Shoto can ignore the pressure in his bladder, but, as it grows to a dull throb, it becomes harder to ignore. Hiding his discomfort grows difficult, but he doesn’t want Midoriya to catch on, because he’s not sure if he has any way to explain himself other than telling the truth. “Do you think we’re getting close?” asks Midoriya, after quite some time. “I hope so,” he replies, without really realizing that he’s saying it. Immediately, he regrets it. “That’s not like you,” his friend says, a look of concern crossing his face. “I mean, you just sound kind of off. Is something bothering you?” “Not at all,” he says quickly. “It’s just been a long day. I’m not trying to rush this, or anything.” Though Midoriya doesn’t necessarily look convinced, Shoto is at least fortunate enough that he nods and agrees that they should keep going. Each step he takes is vaguely torturous, as his swollen bladder continues to protest for relief. It’s been such a long time since he’s been this desperate, and he knows that losing control isn’t an option, but the more time passes, the more he isn’t sure that he’s going to make it at all. He can’t do anything so obvious as grab himself or stop to cross his legs, no matter how much easier that might make this for him. His breathing is no longer steady, and he is barely able to do anything without his hands shaking, and he is very lucky that Midoriya has mostly taken the lead now, and is doing just fine without much help from him. He tries not to think about how his grade might be affected by his minimal participation. His problem grows and grows until he is at a point where he can’t take it anymore, and despite wanting to keep going, wanting to pretend that there’s nothing wrong with him, he finds that he can’t move any further, and he comes to a stop. At first, Midoriya doesn’t notice, and continues moving, and Shoto wishes that he could disappear, that he wouldn’t be there anymore when Midoriya finally turned around to ask him what’s up. But he doesn’t disappear, and when Midoriya does turn around, he seems him nearly doubled over, a hand between his legs and tears welling up in his eyes, such a pathetic sight that he’s sure the other boy must doubt for a moment that it’s really him. “T...Todoroki?” “Keep going,” he says, his voice coming out raspy. “Just...just keep going, don’t…” “Are you okay?” Midoriya asks, as if it isn’t obvious that he isn’t, as if it isn’t obvious exactly what’s going on. “Can I…” “Please!” he nearly begs, because, more than anything, he doesn’t want anyone to see him, doesn’t want...doesn’t...want… But it’s too late, and before Midoriya can look away, before either of them can say anything else, Shoto loses what little control he has, and he can feel relief creeping in, mixing with humiliation, almost as quickly as he can feel the crotch of his costume growing wet. He drops his hand reflexively, to avoid it getting much wetter, and stares down in shame, watching the dark patch spread out and down his leg, until finally, a puddle begins to form at his feet, and then his vision grows so blurry that he can’t see that clearly anymore. “Just...keep going,” he repeats, trying not to let any tears fall. He can’t believe...he can’t believe that he really allowed it to get this far, that he was this stupid, this useless, that...that...he squeezes his eyes shut, and a few tears escape down his cheeks, and he tries hard, as hard as he can, to silence a familiar voice, familiar memories, of similar mistakes in his childhood. Not right now, he doesn’t want to remember that, but it’s hard not to, when he knows that he’s still just as- “Todoroki!” Midoriya’s voice cuts through his thoughts so sharply that he’s pulled out of his memories, and he looks up at the other boy. Rather than continuing, he steps closer, a concerned look in his eyes. “Are you alright?” “Clearly not,” Shoto replies with a bitter laugh. “I mean...I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that’s what was...and you were pushing yourself so hard...well, hey!” He tries to give a bright smile. “You don’t need to worry about it, alright?” “Why shouldn’t I worry about? There’s no excuse for...that.” “But it’s not like we had any chance to take a break! We’ve been doing this for a while, and if it were real, we definitely wouldn’t. I’m sure even pros…” He makes a vague gesture, blushing, as if not sure how to phrase it. Shaking his head, he replies, “I’m not so sure about that. It’s something I should have been able to avoid, and I’ll have to work harder in the future, if I…” He sighs; despite everything, Midoriya’s attempts to calm him down and cheer him up are working, at last a little bit. He surprises Shoto by reaching a hand out and saying, “Come on, let’s at least get through the rest of this together! Maybe we can figure out a way to cover it up before we ever get out. I mean, water obstacles are so typical, so the fact that we haven’t had one yet almost definitely means that we will, which would make that really easy. Only the teachers and me will know, and you know I’ll never say anything, alright?” Shoto, not sure what else to do, accepts the hand offered to him, and follows along. It isn’t long before they have to drop hands and get more serious, but the small act of comfort goes a very long way. And, as Midoriya predicted, they do happen upon a water obstacle and they both happen to fall in together, and Midoriya even pretends to struggle for a moment, before laughing, and Shoto cracks a smile, nearly laughing with him. A/N: And here's the TodoBaku one. Remember that I'm still open for commissions! Alternatively, there is a possibility that Shoto could be a lot less lucky with her partnership for a class exercise. That is to say, there is another possible story, of a day where the class is sent to an outdoor area to do a training exercise in pairs, and, when they are paired up, Shoto can only feel disdain upon seeing that he’s been paired up with Bakugo. While other classmates seem to be paired up without issue, he’s unfortunate enough to be paired with someone that makes it very clear that he doesn’t like him, and, even though things aren’t as bad as they once were, Bakugo is still a very difficult person to work with. While it’s true that Shoto is rather distant from most of his classmates, he still thinks most of them would be preferable to the short-tempered, competitive boy. But work is work, and he has no choice, so he decides to make the best of it. In the back of his mind, he’s hoping that this doesn’t take too long, because he’d like to get back to the school building. He’s trying to keep his nerves from showing on his face, but he’s made a bit of a mistake. It’s the later half of the day, and he hasn’t thought enough about it to worry before, but now he’s realizing that the last time he visited the bathroom was before school, and that fact is finally making itself known to him. At this point, it’s only a minor discomfort, but he knows from past experience that it could get worse rather quickly, and he hopes that that’s not the case today. All he can do now is focus on the tasks at hand, not wanting to let on to anyone, least of all his partner, that anything is amiss. At the very least, Bakugo seems distracted enough by his own annoyance, snapping, “I don’t know why the hell it’s always gotta be you.” He refrains from commenting on the fact that they aren’t really forced together that much, and instead just says, “Just try to stay focused.” He knows that that will only set off Bakugo’s temper more, but he at least gets some amusement in the way the other boy splutters in anger as the two set off to start. Today is one of their more basic exercises, mobility in outdoor areas, and Shoto isn’t even sure why they have to work in pairs for something like this. It’s stealth and rescue, involving mild combat with training dummies, but they’re meant to do as much as they can in a set amount of time, while not being told how long that set amount of time is. At any point, they could be called back, so it’s meant to add a sense of urgency. Shoto grimaces as he thinks about how he doesn’t really need any help feeling urgent right now. He even goes so far as to follow Bakugo’s lead for the time being, rather than challenging the other boy, like he normally would. It’s better to not add any more complications, he thinks, already allowing himself to worry about this more than he thinks the situation calls for yet. However, it isn’t long before the situation worsens enough that it does warrant more worry. While he follows behind Bakugo, letting his classmate handle the brunt of the fighting, giving assistance only when necessary, he can feel the pressure steadily growing, until it becomes more than just a minor discomfort. He’s been in a few situations where classes seemed to drag out forever, but he never got so bad that he wondered if he was going to make it. The thought never entered his mind. Now, not knowing how much time he has to wait, he starts to think it might be a possibility. He wishes that he could have known he would be doing such a long exercise with no breaks, and he almost wishes that they weren’t doing this in pairs. Of course, he pushes the idea out of his head almost immediately, but they are outside for this… But, no, even if he were alone, that would just be pathetic. How is he supposed to become a great hero if he’s stuck doing something as pathetic as that? He nearly pauses as he thinks that, but then assures himself that it’s his own desires talking there, that it has nothing to do with anything else. There’s no use thinking about that on top of everything else, and he knows that. “Are you seriously just leaving everything to me?” Bakugo snaps, as if unaware that he’s taken charge of his own accord. “Seriously, Half and Half, what the hell’s wrong with you?” “There isn’t anything wrong with me,” he replies. “Shouldn’t you stay focused?” He tries to play it cool, but he can’t keep the strain out of his voice as he struggles. “Speak for yourself, damn it! Don’t think I haven’t noticed how weird you’re acting. If you fuck this up for both of us, I’ll make sure you pay for it!” “I figured you think we were doing just fine, as long as you handled everything.” “See?” Bakugo squints, stepping closer, and Shoto actually feels a little intimidated under his gaze, though he attributes that to the fact that it’s nearly impossible to stand still right now. He squeezes his thighs together as the other boy goes onto say, “You’re never like this, and it’s pissing me off!” “We aren’t going to solve anything standing around arguing,” is all he says, not sure how to defend himself. He doesn’t want Bakugo to figure out the reason for his behavior and taunt him for his weakness, but the longer he stares, the harder it is for Shoto to remain still, to keep his feelings from his face. Finally, Bakugo sneers and says, “Whatever. I don’t really care what it is, just don’t let it get in the way anymore.” And he trudges on and Shoto follows, but it’s far too late now for him to act like nothing’s wrong. He can’t put up an act to deter the other boy and convince him it was all in his head, because things are so bad now that he can barely keep his own head straight. Shoto is nearly trembling as he follows along, completely useless, and every now and then, Bakugo will look back over his shoulder and make a face, but he won’t say anything. It’s becoming so obvious now that it’s possible he already knows, but if he did, wouldn’t he have said something about that, at least? His head is swimming, and he aches so much, each and every step leaves him afraid he’s going to lose control, but he just keeps moving forward, unsure of what else to do. He has no idea if he can make it, seeing as he has no idea how much time he has left, and, though the last thing he wants is for anyone, least of all Bakugo, to see him in such a pathetic state, it hurts so much now that even relief in that manner seems preferable to holding on anymore. I can’t, he thinks, I can’t because that would be...I would be… He can’t because he can’t, but he doesn’t have much of a choice anymore. His ability to hold out is fading so quickly, each step...he’s not going to make it now, he knows he isn’t, but he’s trying, he’s still trying, even as he starts to leak, he keeps trying, but he can’t stop it now, and each leak is followed by another, until there’s a sizable stain on his pants. Already, he can’t cover it up; already, it’s too late, and he doesn’t realize he’s near tears until he chokes a bit, and that sound is enough to tip off Bakugo, who turns around in time to see the rest of the disaster. He turns around just in time to see the moment that Shoto gives in to the relief, not even able to panicked in regards to being watched, simply looking off to the side with a sigh as he soaks himself. The only reason he doesn’t cry is because he doesn’t let himself. He knows damn well he looks weak enough already, and so he at least manages to hold the tears back, to hold back the flood of emotions he’s always trying to keep at bay. Even once it’s over, while his bladder is still cramping, though empty, he still keeps his eyes trained somewhere to the side, not saying a word. It’s Bakugo who breaks the silence, muttering, “You didn’t have to let it get that bad, we are outside, for fuck’s sake.” “So you…?” “It was pretty obvious after a while. I kinda just expected you to wave me off and duck behind a tree before you’d actually piss yourself, but whatever.” There’s something off about is tone, and Shoto realizes that Bakugo must feel nearly as awkward as he does. But what’s more off is that he hasn’t taken the opportunity to gloat or mock him yet, something that he surely would have done before, something that Shoto was expecting him to do now. “Well, I…” He can’t really think of what to say now; it pretty much goes without saying that, at the end of it all, he couldn’t bring himself to do something like that, even though he knew he was cutting it close. Maybe he should have just swallowed his pride then, all things considered, but what’s done is done. Bakugo tsks, before saying, “Whatever, it’s your life, I guess? Your own damn fault, so deal with it however you want, but let’s get back to it, alright? I’m not letting you slow me down over this.” It’s not as if the other boy tried to comfort him or anything, but he also didn’t do anything to make the situation worse, and coming from him, that is something like kindness. Certainly nothing for Shoto to take to heart, but he feels strange nonetheless as he continues to follow behind Bakugo, and tries to be more involved in the exercise, and even rather enjoys the bickering that ensues whenever they go for the same objective. Of course, walking around in wet clothes is uncomfortable and still humiliating as all hell, but Bakugo is quick to inform him that figuring out how to deal with that is his own problem.
***Author's Note: I... am not good at dedicating myself to writing these stories for a long time as I am a cat and can only remember what I'm doing up to 16 hours before (according to Google). I apologize for the discontinuation of my old works if anyone really got into them but I want to move on. Hopefully, this will be a better replacement. Thanks for reading. Do not be scared, my voice is also here. I will be the narrator of these two girls' stories. Well, this one girl who's very pretty name is Whitney. The other one will come shortly. But first, we need to know her goal. What's she trying to achieve? What's her motivation? And, most important of all, how will she wet herself? Will she do a little dance for us? Would she hold instead of using a loud, obnoxious bucket out of fear for embarrassment? Don't worry, I won't always be there to ruin your immersion in the story. I'll let our little girl answer the first two for you. Here and now, Whitney's very first adventure begins... The Wet Adventures of Whitney: Into the Dirty Dungeon (Whitney's thoughts) I... we shouldn't have come here, Peace and I. Even after being born into this kind of world, we shouldn't have come here. We had a choice....... Come on, hold it together, Whitney. You're NOT gonna cry. How could she look up to you if you did? No, I'm not gonna cry. But this cell is cold and I miss my bear fur blanket. It was really nice huddling up with her in the big brown's embrace while we sat on in the glow of the fire's light... and the fireplace was too bright to stare directly into so we'd look at the world outside through the cabin's one open window that peers through the front of our home. We weren't like sisters because we weren't. And, although Peace was a nice girl, we weren't lovers either. No sirree, we were genuine friends. Hungry-buddies and dungeon-buddies 'till the end! I move to brush a few strands of my hair from my face. Looking around once more, I see a small bed of hay on the east side of the space that's surprisingly roomy for just one person (I'm facing northeast, by the way), a locked treasure chest on the south side by the hay, a mercifully empty wooden bucket (I checked earlier and have already decided to give this place a four-star for it) on the northwest side, and a large metal tray with one less omelet and slice of ham right in front of me. Maybe it's only a big tray to me because I'm a little small. Indeed, I am 5 feet 4 inches. Thankfully, I'm rather toned in some right places so I don't look like a long-haired midget tween. Actually, I have shoulder-length white hair - not that long. And maybe not a midget.. tween. Maybe just a tween or a regular person who's just short. Anyway, I just hope that I look 22 (because that's how old I am. Sheesh, nosy much?). A strand of hair falls into my lap as I look down. I notice the holes in my rags now. Past the dirty white cloth is only my bare skin, pale as my torment in comparison from having nothing to eat and wandering my hometown's marketplace for a bite and a boot to the ass to wandering around in a dungeon looking for treasures to pay for larger bites without a boot to the ass and ending up here. Progressive, am I right? I guess I'm trying to stay positive here. Like, maybe the pain I feel now really was the happiness I've had before. C.S. Lewis though, probably didn't take into consideration about what if someone had a consistently sucky life like me. *Clink, clank, clink, clank, clink, clank, clink, clank. The sound of footsteps from the western wall grows louder as they near me. They sound like they belong to the succubus who put me in here. Yup, confirmed. She stands tall on her black heels right in front of my cell, an imposing visage of sexual deviance as she practically begs to be looked at and swooned over by both men and women alike in her skimpy red panties, stringed to look like they're about to slip right off if she'd just shimmied her hips in a certain way. It looks even more lecherous because her skin is also red but of a lighter tone. Above them, she wears a black, transparent long-sleeves shirt/blouse that seductively forms a triangular tail at the back and bottom of it, hanging (admittedly) sexily between the gap of her pretty thighs. Is it wrong to see that in another woman? She has a DD pair pretty firm in it too. Wait a minute, what am I thinking? "Hello, Pet. Did you enjoy your lazy slumber?" She speaks suddenly. I decide to keep quiet. I refuse to allow this demoness to think that I'll cooperate with her. "Ahh, a stubborn one **She whispers. I see. Perhaps you would like to feel what it's like to be punished? I cannot blame you." She hooks an index finger on her lower lip before licking it... passionately. Again, I keep my silence. If she thinks she can seduce me.. then I'll make her pay once I get out of here. For know, I'll ignore her and see what she does. "You should know that I'm not your everyday succubus, Pet. I am a demoness. The job of a succubus is a role, you see, a responsibility, just like many others, that one takes if she is to prove her loyalty to the... well, her daddy. Her real daddy. Don't worry your little head, Pet. You will meet him soon and you will be his pet as he becomes your new religion. But do not worry about it for now." Except I'm very worried about what she's talking about now. It couldn't possibly be true... right? I mean, monsters are one thing but creatures like... deities? This guy can't be for rea- *Snap. The demoness snapped her fingers and I could feel a sharp pain around my lower abdomen. The feeling's like a massive cramp, like one that you get from doing too much physical labor and not drinking enough water to go with it. "Oww!" I let out in its severity. Wh-what was that? How did she - how's she...! C-controlling my body like this..... uuu.......?! For every tiny movement I make, the pain worsen. I clutch my lower belly in both arms and fall to the fetal position. All my muscles there feel like they're about to give birth to something! I fall on my side as I start kicking my feet in knee-jerk-like reaction, something that the succubus finds greatly amusing. She laughs at me. "Oh, my Pet," she smiles. "What a show! Now, it just reminded me of an idea for something even more wonderful. I've been wanting to try this and I think I'll try it with you!" Oh, great! What-argh!-could it b-be? *Snap. The demoness snapped her fingers again and, this time, I feel nothing. The pain dissipates fairly quickly and only to leave me with a feeli- ... ..... ....... OH, MY GOD. NO, YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. PLEASE, PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS. DON'T LET THIS BE HAPPENING! The pain was only transformed into numbness but, four seconds in, I could feel it all. The fullness, the distension, the pressure, and my hands grabbing onto my nakedness under my piece of shit clothes. The demoness is having all the fun in the world, watching me squirm on the floor. I could feel my cheeks flushin- FUCK, BAD CHOICE OF WORD. Blushing. It's too late, something has just found an exit through my ironclad hold. But I can't fell i- *Squirt. Oh, there it is now. Yes, that was a leak. "Oh, my. Are you not even so proper that you can't control your own body? You really are just a pet. Come on, there's the bucket. Now, go to your litter box, Pet! Ah, but perhaps you're a baby who needs a diaper instead," the demoness says as she distractedly grinds the palm of her free hand that's not toying with her lips onto the front of her lady parts, thoroughly savoring every moment of my misery from a hyperextended bladder. The sadist! Fuck, s-she noticed... but, gahhh!-I can't hold on much longer a-anyway. Uuuuu, is this the end? The bucket seems impossibly far away. I couldn't move except to grind my own crotch in the most humiliating display I've ever seen or been in in my entire life. I probably look real pathetic right now: a grown woman in her final stages of an extremely personal distress lying on the floor, vigorously attempting to rub off her tension when she barely has the strength to and fidgeting when she can't subconsciously. *Squirt. "Eek!" I squeal. "Oh, no~!" She says, mockingly. "You have to hold it in, Pet. What are you doing? Would you not be ashamed? Embarrassed? What if your friend sees you like this? Shall I bring her to you?" "..." "Oh, alright. I'll tell you what, miss Wee-wee Pants. Oh, wait. You not.. wearing any pants. My mistake. If you can last for the rest of the day without pissing yourself like a filthy animal, I'll let you use the bathroom again for the rest of your stay here. If not-" "..." *Psssttttt. I let out an inaudible moan as I lose everything in the moment. My dignity, my courage, my strength... all have started to leave my body as I fill between the walls of my confine with the smell of hot piss. It splatters against the cool floor while puddling underneath me, creating a growing lake. It streams powerfully through my fingers and the force of it, weakly but effectively, vibrates throughout my entire body. But this is... some kind of bliss? That's... impossible. But..... how does this feel so gooood? "Ah-ahhhhh~" Crap! I didn't mean to sound so into it! I need to s-stop... peeing. But I can't. Apparently, just pissing myself is not humiliating enough so my body has to force itself to do it for another whole minute of relief and ridicule from the demoness' gaze. I could feel myself losing to her powerful gaze as I shiver from the cold air setting in. "Oh, you pathetic thing. Lying in your own puddle of filth. I'm very disappointed, Pet. No, in fact, you disgusts me. And it is now time for your next punishment," she says, menacingly. "Get up." I slowly get up as to not slip in my own puddle of urine... ... That I have created. Incredible shame would barely fit the description of what I'm feeling right now. I want to crawl back to the space from where I was before and act like nothing has happened. This is beyond embarrassing. My rags are drenched in a fresh coat of evidence for the deed... ... That I have done on the ground. "Oh, Pet. Don't worry, I'll have you change into something much more refreshing in a second. Really, you've been obedient enough as to moan for your mistress a couple of times in your dirty little show. I shall reward you before I punish you," she says. *Snap. Once again, the demoness snapped her finger. This time, the treasure chest clicks. "Move and pick out something clean for yourself," she gestures at the chest with a disgusted look on her face as she glares at me. I halfheartedly walk over to the chest before opening it to find neatly stacked clothes for the taking. I quickly look over the selection: a pair of tan fur pants with a matching jacket that covers everything but the chest where it (conveniently) was cut out, a white metallic bikini that seems to have some sort of tiny ridges on the bottom of its panty piece, and a chainmail armor that would leave all of my legs out in the open as well as providing any onlookers with a clear view of my cleavage. T-these are all unacceptable! I can't wear any of them! I look back at the demoness in hope to argue my point but a quick, decisive raise of her right eyebrow sends chills to my core. C-crap. I move to pick one out. "Careful with your choice, Pet. Your next punishment will have to do with combat with your fellow humankind. You'll probably want the chainmail," she says not in a suggestive way but in a commanding tone of voice. I have to do what she says for now. I need to know how this place work so I can break free so the better terms I'm on with her, the better my chances of escape would be. I pick out the chainmail dress and start to change myself out of the wet rags of cloth. The chain feels cold against my skin and even colder on my wetter... places. I have to find Peace. We have to get out of here. *Snap. Suddenly, my need to urinate rises again before it quickly... dissipates? "That was my new curse, Pet. Be glad that I placed it on you. I expect you to do great things with it," she says. "W-what do you mean?" I ask, shakily as the air that softly blow between my now-sticky legs feel very cold. "Oh, I'm glad you can talk, Pet. Very interesting. But the curse will not require you to. Actually, it will make you have to go in the most desperate fashion," the demoness says with a smirk to the horror that must've shown on my face. W-what? I can't go through that again!! "You will entertain me, my pet, and you will have a chance to be free," she says before laughing. "But I doubt you'll ever want to leave. Oh, you dirty Pet, no. You have no idea what it's like in the other parts of your stupid journey. But it will be me, not the dungeon, who will break you."
Okay, so that could've gone better for our heroine to start off with. The real stuff though aren't often pretty. I think, to me, reality is better than being fake. That was a quote from Ice Cube that I found on BrainyQuote.com. Anyway, she may have it rough now but the truth is that she gets to live in a world where magic exists: a fantasy world. I live in Trumpsville, USA and have a friend who has relatives in... right, too much information. Oh, and I'm also a cat so I'm probably going to get fucked if Ajit Pai decides he needs another video explaining about the things you'll be able to do with net neutrality dead. I mean, he already got the dogs and I haven't seen those guys on my social media feeds ever since. I guess my point is: don't feel bad. You're here to relieve stress, not worry about another human being. Instead, just keep imagining a sexy, white shoulder-length hair, 22-year-old girl doing all these nasty things for your  ̶d̶e̶a̶d̶l̶y̶ ̶s̶i̶n̶  pleasure because she's a strong and independent woman. Let's get back to her now. The Wet Adventures of Whitney: Into the Dirty Dungeon (Whitney's thoughts) Damn it, how do I get out of this? Think, Whitney. *Squirms. N-not about that...! Jeez, what kind of magic is this even? The curse seems to make me need to use the bathroom when I'm under (at least) mental pressure and I haven't been able to take my mind off of what that demoness girl mean with the next punishment. So I'll be fighting another person? It isn't something I haven't quite done before but the thought of it still worries me. I wonder if there's a way out. Maybe I can convince that person to help me take down the demoness... yeah, that's a plan. But what if they don't want to help? Hmm, I could....... n-no! It's a terrible idea but if things were to get bad in the fight, I could wet myself purposefully to gross out my opponent. It would surely stop the fight, right? Well, unless they're a pervert. B-but still, there's no way I'm doing that! Even if it might works! *Squirms. N-nh! I'll just have to fight! With that, I steel myself to dissipate the pangs in my bladder and walk over to the table to choose a weapon. They seem to be all magical items, branded nonlethal by a seal on each of them. Looking back, the room that I'm in provides little in lighting as I struggle to find the gaze of the barbarian-like dungeon guard who watches over me. I feel it well, though. There would be no contest between me and him if we were to battle. In fact, he'd probably win in an instant. My time as a hunter and scavenger from before had only taught me average skills in knife-fighting. My greatest bet have always been to avoid any physical conflict. It doesn't seem like too much of a plausible option now. I look over my weapon options. I could go with the obvious choice: a large dagger that'll let me be maneuverable but it comes with less protection. Actually, thinking about maneuverability, the armor I'm wearing is pretty good disregarding its modesty. It provides decent protection (out of the selection that she gave me, anyway) with the added bonus that the fur outfit doesn't have: it's hard to grip onto. In a close quarters battle, and since I'm already going for the quicker hack-and-slash style, it'd be best to be able to move even at the cost of it being extremely embarrassing to wear. It's better than the bikini anyway... Or so I keep telling myself. I could go with a short-sword. It's a little bit longer than the dagger but that could be a problem too if I can't hang onto it. I'd have less control. I've also never used one either. The last appealing option is a small, square wooden shield. Just inside its rims is a line of what appears to be iron in a square so if it's used carefully, I can be well defended overall. And since I'm going to try to convince whoever I'll be up against to go up against the demoness with me, I might need to look less threatening. Finally, I - *CLANK. "HURRY AND CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON, PET," the guard says. "Eek!" I let out. And with that, the pressure's on. In my chainmail, I could feel my bladder all of the sudden bulging out against the cold steel. Desperation badly beads my forehead as I double over quick enough to nearly knock myself out on the table. I throw both hands down there to 'hold it' before using my right arm to push on the table as my legs threaten to buckle right from under me. T-this is m-m-much worse... than I thought it w-would be...! Fighting would be tough but I grab the shield and force myself to focus on the task at hand. That is, to find my friend so we can leave this place. T-that's right, Peace is waiting for me. She could be in a lot more danger, right now. I have... to focus. I brace myself once more and the need slowly (but not completely) vanish from my mind. I could still feel my bladder as I walk to the guy. He looks at me with a frown on his face. "Hmp! You will not make a good match... but perhaps you will provide entertainment in some way," he says, coldly. My legs shake in the embarrassing discomfort as I stand still. "Move on to the platform, human whelp." I move onto a circular platform of stone and hidden mechanisms. In the darkness of the room, I nearly hit my face into the wall in front of me. It's conformed itself to half of the circle and appears as space for an elevator. I guess that's what this this. As the stone platform turns and raises itself, I take the opportunity of the guard looking the other way to grab myself, doing a pee-pee dance in the shadow. It raises to a halt in a large stone room where torches emanate perfectly throughout the room. And on the opposite end of the room is my opponent. "Welcome, pets! Today, you will fight for your freedom from my dungeon! As we have a newbie here, I expect a truly spectacular performance from you, whore!" The demoness' voice booms form a large barred window that connects to a luxurious room. There she is. I stare at her, unconsciously noting how her black hair rests on her side like her body on the expensive-looking burgundy couch and how beautifully impressive it all is. In her position, I finally notice a pair of horns on her head. But I can't deal with her now. I turn my attention back to the girl in front of me. She's a red-haired girl with a tough yet beautiful yet cute face, wearing her hair in two long pigtails. She seems tall, maybe 6 feet or something. She has a scimitar and is wearing a gladiatorial skirt and bra plates for armor. ... Now, that's not fair. "I will not fail you, Mistress! I will teach this little girl her place: at your feet as I am," the girl says. "Wait, hold on. I don't want to fight you -" She cut me off with a charge of her blade, aiming to break through my small shield. I dodge at the last second with the blade skirting off the right of my shield as the metal sound vibrates in the air in contact with its square lining of steel. I try to come up behind her as she's turning around but then the scimitar turns first and poke by my left side. That was... *Pssst. ... Close. Huh? As it is, I could only see the blade by my side. But looking down, I could also see my spirit's downfall. Yep, I'm wetting myself. "D-damn it," I say, more to myself than to the girl in front of me who's witnessing me humiliate myself. Despite being prepared for this, I somehow feel extremely embarrassed. Amazing, right? This isn't how I planned it would be but I guess I did planned for it to come. I could feel my cheeks turning red the longer I could feel my legs being trickled down on. The wetness is warm enough to make steam or.. it's my tears. B-but I'm only crying from how embarrassing this is! I'm not scared! This was an accident! It was shock, I'm pretty sure. I go to make one last-ditch effort to withdraw myself from the unimaginable shame and accidentally lower my shield on my right arm. The girl jumps at me. "Eeek! H-hey!" She pushes my shield up from covering my disgrace and trips me over backwards before slamming her sword between a ridge in the stones on the floor just next to my face, causing a huge spray of wee to streak her armor and bare skin as well as mine. In the abruptness of the situation, I confusedly move the shield over my chest when she goes for my chainmail. She presses her lips to it (specifically, my bladder...) and tries to kiss it with intensity before change her mind to breathe heavily on it. "S-stop! What are you d-doing?! N-n-no!" I cry. I clamp my legs against her embrace but she's able to push them away. She continues to make out with my lower body in the most humiliating way as I fail to stop peeing. Urine now splashes on her throat before streaming down to her breasts and dripping onto the ground, reaching as far down as my ankles. I... I give. I give up. I... give..... It feels so good. The relief, the hot kisses, and the warmth of bodies (and pee) can't be described less than incredible. It might be the curse too but..... how come I can't seem to care? I'm so close....... but... it has to be the c-curse! I k-know... it is~- "Hiii~" And it happens. Girl-cum wet my skin as I squirt hard, drenching a part of the girl's hair as wee sprays past her shoulders. She visiably shudders as (as I can imagine) tiny little yellow rivers of urine runs down her back. I lay still. My chest heaves with my shield still over it. My gaze stays on the ceiling. The girl gets up to her knees before the demoness finally laughs. This is it. I'm going to be stuck here. Am I never going to see Peace again? "Well done, whore! That was very entertaining! You've earned your end of stay here," she says. "Thank you, Mistress," the girl replies. I look in time to see the demoness form a gesture and summon a portal. "Your escape, whore, a multidimensional portal. To use it, have a place in mind before stepping into it. Now, go. Go somewhere and make me proud! And bring back some souvenirs." With that, the girl disappears along with the portal. "As for you. Tsk, tsk, tsk." Tension steals my gaze to her body as the effect of her magic as she walks over to me, burning what feels like permanent marks of shame on my flushed face with her eyes licking voraciously all over my sweaty and piss-sticky body. "You will receive another well-deserved punishment for losing," she says before laughing. This is it. It's ove- "Arghhh!" Huh? A scimitar is jutting out from the demoness' belly (or, magically, through). The pain in her shriek strikes fear into me again as I spurt all I have leftover from my wetting into the puddle underneath me. "Betrayer!!!" It was the girl. Sh's now attacking the demoness with greater speed and ferocity that what she had during my fight with her. Quickly but cautiously, I get up on my feet. "Whore!!!" "Huahhh!" I use my shield to try to knockout the demoness from the back of her head, swinging with everything I have while still being careful in case she turns around and... *SMACK. It's a direct hit! But then, the demoness drops to a puddle of red and black shadows on the ground before running away, dissipating as she crashes against a wall. It's... over. "Damn, she got away," the girl says. "... Yeah, uh." "Thanks for the help right there. It would've gotten ugly if you hadn't step in." "Oh, no. Seems like you had her, ah." I feel my cheeks burning up again as memories of what we did moments ago resurface. Looking down, I could feel her embarrassment too from the corners of my eyes. "M-my name is Delia," she says, offering her hand. I take it. "Thanks for coming back," I say to her. "I have someone down here that I need to find." I nod my head in understanding. "You too?" She asks. "Yeah, a girl," I say, looking at her. She nods to the implication. "A guy."
The Wet Adventures of Whitney: Into the Dirty Dungeon Delia and I got to know one another a little bit more as we picked the place clean of anything useful and nice. The part of the dungeon here, I found out, is only a small area in the labyrinth of it all. Turns out, each of these areas is ruled over by a monster of some sort. Delia herself is fairly new to this too. She told me that she was an adventurer for a time before and that she had taken on a quest to clear out the dungeon from the elders of a village who supplied her generously as she was well known from around there. "A place called Nawthor from a cold and barren land," she told me. She also had a companion who she went into the dungeon with and the guy who she's looking for now. They were separated when they reached the monster of their first area: a wraith in a land of fallen leaves. She was disoriented and got lost when she tried to find him so, instead of reaching him, she found an escape: a one-way portal to her dismay. She told me that she's been here for about two weeks and that she got lucky and was able to clear out two other areas on her way until she was captured and made a slave here. In her rush to reach her friend as quickly as possible, she knew she would need to play along until she could attempt an escape. Fortunately, the demoness explained to her, time in this area runs slowly than that of others so she didn't lose as much time. "Now, I can only hope that we will find our friends in good health," she says. "I... I nearly lost my mind playing to the whims of that d-damn demoness." "But you're okay now, right? Are you hurt?" "No, I'm fine." She puts a hand on my shoulder. "I'm just glad I found another decent living being down here." "So... we're officially underground?" "Maybe, I... I actually don't know if we even are anymore. I mean..... nevermind." "Don't worry about it, I know what you mean." She stops searching in a nearby treasure chest and produces from one of the small brown sacks on her leather belt a weird looking object. She smiles dimly in its soft glowing light before she speaks. "I found this thing in my last area before I came here. It's quite weird, yeah? To be completely honest, I don't know how it works but what it does is it allows me to store some things within it, like a... magical bag." She flips it on one of its sides and a number eight pops up, hovering on its light. "That's how many different objects I can still store inside..... It... makes more sense if you don't think about it." "That... doesn't make any sense at all," I say to her. "Heh, don't worry about it," she replies. She then takes it up to a bejeweled sword resting nearby by and shines the magical bag thing on it before it completely disappears! Holy crap. What else kind of powerful magic do they have down here? Delia catches me looking in awe and smiles brightly in clearly my doubts about the magical item. "See? But don't worry. I won't be selfish. Let's just say whatever we find we'll split evenly when we find a way out with our friends," she shrugs. "Or another use for them." "Okay, thanks." It feels nice to be in good company. As we finish looting the place, I decide to put on some extra layers of protection for myself. Still donning the chainmail, I add on to my explicit cleavage in favor of better protection by wearing the bikini and tan fur coat and pants (which are thin and comfortable enough for sleepwear but seriously lack any real protection other than that of one's decency). I also decide to hang on to the round shield, short-sword, and dagger after fashioning myself from some materials laying around a decent belt. And after Delia was done searching some rooms, we head out into a large hallway. "Alright, do you have everything you need?" She asks. "Yeah, I'm ready," I reply. "Good." "By the way, what were you looking for in those rooms?" "N-nothing in particular. Just for some better valuables." "Ah, nice. Well, uh, do you know a way out of here?" "Yeah, shouldn't be too hard. It's a big place but I think if we only follow this path here we should be able to avoid the guard." "There's only a single guard in this area?" "Yeah, but he's really powerful." "Dang, it sounds like you've fought him before." "Yeah, he is quite skilled." *Fidget, fidget. Hmm? Did I see something? ............. We walk for about 10 minutes down the endless hallway before finally reaching a portal door. With no idea on how the portals work, we jump in. By the next second, we're standing on a rock in the middle of a wide, raging river. Wait, what? Did we just - "H-hahh." "Huh? Delia, are you okay?" I ask after her nervous sigh. "Y-yeah, I just lost my footing for a second. Don't worry." She's acting a bit strange... Looking around, there doesn't seem t be any notable landmass anywhere, only some large and flat rocks that break the repetitious pattern. There's also a bit of mist that obscures everything beyond 50 meters. Very strange. "We're still in the dungeon," she says. "Well, looks like we're gonna have to start moving in some direction. What do you think?" I ask her. "We should move downstream. Even if we don't find any information about the dungeon or our friends, we'll at least arrive at some lake or the sea. Settlements are sometimes built around a lake so if we're lucky and this dungeon makes any sense we should find some sort of help.. or a monster to slay and move on." "Ah, right." With that, we start to jump from rock to rock, daring only the flattest-looking platforms. The going is slow and, after thirty minutes, something start to happen... "A-ahh." "Hm? H-hey, do you need help?" I ask Delia as she seems to struggle. "I-it's fine, I-I'm just tired. T-that's all." *Squirm, fidget, fidget, fidget. That's weird, she doesn't look tired. Actually, she seems to be more on the active side-wait a minute (1 + 1 = ...)......... Oh, she needs to use the restroom. "H-hey, if you need to do your business I can wait," I say to her. "H-huh?" "I mean, i-it's okay. I'll just turn around and you can.. do it." "W-wait! Don't, I mean, it's not like that!" She waves her hands in veto as she blushes colorfully. "I-I can't go with someone nearby. I have a s-shy bladder." "H-huh?!" W-what a surprise. She seemed so confident and sure of herself a while ago, even when she.. did those things to me. But now, she's saying she has a shy bladder? "I can move over there if you want," I say to her, pointing at a faraway rock. "It's n-no use. I won't, ngh, I can't go if I know someone's there. Look, let's just m-make it down a little further, please." Delia is holding herself now with both her hands. Turning away and slightly dancing on the spot, she focuses on the next jump. As we continue, I start seeing more signs of desperation. Her legs slightly tremble after every move she makes and her hands seem to not like having to change their positions on her crotch, making it an extremely suggestive display as she digs around the culturally sensitive area on her gladiatorial skirt, looking even more like a little girl in need of a potty break with her red pigtails bouncing on her chest as she moves. Her fingers occasionally go a little deeper than her palms but not under her skirt or in. In searches for the next platform, she usually bends a little forward too with her hips wiggling sexily right beside me. S-she's actually... really cute like this. Despite her being the taller woman, she seems to project innocence a lot more now than before. "H-hey! What are you looking at?!" "O-oh, uh, nothing! I-I mean, I just think you should go before you... end up like me from before." That was bad, that was bad, that was bad. "I a-already told you that I can't," she says, blushing harder now. "A-alright," I say to her before jumping first this time. That was embarrassing but... I didn't mean to check her out! "Huh? Hey, do you see that?" Delia says behind me. "What?" "That. Over there on the right." Looking over to where she keeps pointing at, I see a long stretch of land. Vegetation pokes through the mist as we get closer to it. After making our way onto it, we continue to work our way downstream. Delia, though, doesn't seem to benefit from this too much. Aside from the relief of not having to strain herself from jumping from the rocks, she now has to legitimately hide how desperate she is walking right beside me. Trying to keep y eyes forward, I could still feel her presence completely (and from the corners of my eyes). Her chest heaves rapidly but silently as she pretends to examine the magical bag that she has pressed on her crotch as if she's trying to get a good angle to look at it. Her feet walk closely together, keeping her thighs in constant touch. She'd try to look my way every once in a while as if to check out the trees by my right side, forcing me to always have my gaze on in the forward direction. Finally, we reach the end of the river. It's.. a waterfall. I feel kind of bad for Delia, having to listen to all this rushing water and all... "A-alright, let's find a way down!" She says, trying to sound optimistic. Below the waterfall is a medium-sized lake. I start to look for a way down when... "A-actually. I mean, Whitney. Can you wait up here for a second? I'll go down f-first to make sure there are enough good footings for you too," she says, standing off to the side of the waterfall where the water doesn't, well, fall. ... O-oh, I get it..... "Y-yeah, sure." "Okay, here I g-go." With that, she makes her way down, ledge by ledge. Curious about her well-being, I watch her. She struggles at first with her footing, trying to close her legs too often by her desperate need to pee. Whenever she could, she'd press herself against a rock jutting out of the rock wall in her, once again, culturally sensitive area. About two-thirds of the way down, she suddenly stops. Her eyes seem to be fixed on the water below and I could swear I see her feet spreading out ever so slightly from under her before they clamp up and she throw her face against the wall. Within about fifteen meters from the lake, I suddenly spot something coming up from under the water. "Delia, watch out!" "H-huh?!" She turns around and could only watch on like me at the surfacing creature with a massive black head and beak-like mouth. "WWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH IS THIS THIIINNNGGG???!!!" She screams. "I-it looks like a giant snapping turtle!" I yell to her. "A WHAT?!" "A snapping tur-" Its head suddenly lunges at her. "DELIA!" It was too late. But, as it retracts its neck, I can see a tattered entity on the tip of its mouth. Oh wait, that looks like... I look down at Delia. Yup, I was right. Naked from the waist down to her gladiatorial sandals, she had drawn her weapon out just in time. Facing the monster with her scimitar in hand and a flushed face so red I can see it from up here, she... pees herself? Looking extremely carefully, I notice the lake under her making tiny waves as she pee herself on the ledge. Suddenly, she closes her legs together, making it impossible for me to not think about how the urine now travels on her bare skin before trickling down off the rock into the water below, how it runs down her thighs in small yellow or colorless rivers of its own before splashing at her feet and into the lake. "HAAAHH!" Delia yells before lunging at the turtle. As quickly as she did it, I could see perhaps a stream from under her bare bottom. My confirmation comes in the tiny disturbances in the lake below. W-wait, what am I doing? I should be helping her! But there's nothing I can do. Jumping from here, it would be stupid. But as I'm thinking, Delia manages to bounce off it mouth with a slash of her blade, landing on top of its head before thrust the blade down on its neck, impaling its throat. As quickly as it started, the confrontation ends with the giant turtle finally dropping to the depths of the lake. I hurry up and start to make my way down to Delia who's now sitting in the fairly clear water that's tainted with her shame like her reddened face. Finally dropping down, I run over to where she is. Before I could say anything, she talks to me. "So, uh... c-can I ask you for a favor?"
I apologize for the one Kurdish line I may have butchered, I'm just a cat trying to be fancy. Also, the pee stuff in this one's a ways down at the end. I swear on my tail I'll make it up in the next entry. Lastly, what makes an interesting, inner pervert? The Wet Adventures of Whitney: Into the Dirty Dungeon "Are you sure you're okay?" I ask. "Yeah... thank you," she replies, still blushing. After facing the giant snapping turtle (and losing her skirt in the process), Delia asked me to let her borrow my jacket for her to wear it around her waist. Well, she asked for my pants but I said no. It was clearly insufficient when she put it on though so I decided to give her my lower piece of the bikini armor since I really couldn't help her at all with the battle. Guilt is a bitch. We've started walking around the lake to look for clues on how to get out of here. Looking around, a thick fog seems to move around the region further out into the forest that surrounds the lake. There doesn't seem to be any sign of sentient life here. "We should-" "Hey, I see a cabin over there," she says, interrupting me. I look over to where she's pointing and, indeed, see a cabin by the lake. Well, what do you know? We walk over to check it out. It looks like a modest regular log cabin on the outside, nothing special. Delia goes over to knock on the door so suddenly that I want to punch her in the side but, then again, I'm the weaker one and who probably has less experience dealing with strangers and these types of situation in general. After a wait with nobody answering, we head inside. Weird, the door isn't locked... Something's not right..... Eerily, the inside of the cabin is... clean, not deserted and not even as cold as outside. Yet I can't smell or hear a fire... "Hey, there's a fire over here," Delia says. ... Oh..... I walk through the dining area that shouldn't be the kitchen and make my way over to her voice on the left into a small living room with a warm, pulsing glow of firelight. In front of it is a small couch and a smaller coffee table. A fireplace is nurturing a quiet and peaceful flame. "Hey, is anyone here?" She says out loud. "Anyone?" Huh, looks like the owner just left. If that's true then we really should wait outside. Even as a scavenger, I won't steal. Maybe whoever lives here will be more willing to help if we don't look like we broke into their home when they get back and HOLTY FUCVKIN SHYIVTT!!! "WHOA!" Delia exclaims. We were caught surprised at the sight of a translucent young woman in knight armor standing right in front of the fireplace when we both turned around after calling out to the homeowner of the place. She's a fair-skinned ghost with red eyes and long jet black hair, standing at 5 feet 9 inches. Her ghostly visage seems to be solidifying as time goes on. Hello, I'm sorry for scaring you. ... Huh? She doesn't seem to be talking or moving her mouth.. but I can hear her voice. Please, keep calm. I'll explain everything. I am a knight who has been trapped here for a very long time. I have been cursed. I know what you two seeks here and I'll gladly help you out as much as I can but I'll need your help to do that. "Wait, can your hear my thoughts, Whitney?" Delia asks. "Huh? No, I can't," I reply. "Ah, okay. Let me see if I can explain this," she says, leaving a confused look of both the ghost lady's face and mine. "You're a Knight of the, umm.. Ezmanan li Jor?" The woman's eyes lock onto Delia's excitedly. Yes! H-how do you know? "I read about the Knights when I was in Nawthor. You're a legend. There are many books about what you've done for the people of the old kingdom there." Old... kingdom? "I... yeah. It fell after the Knights disbanded. But you weren't there...?" N.. no, I wasn't. I've been stuck here because the Knights wanted to send someone to clear what was believed to be a small to medium-sized dungeon at most. I came here with.. a friend of mine and we were split up by a horde of demonic creatures. How... how long has it been? "Ummm." The ghost lady looks really excited now. Because if the kingdom just fell after the state that we left it in, we may still have a chance about bringing it back! WHO is the enemy? I may be a few months rusty because of my ghostly state but once you've helped me get back to normal and find my friend or, actually, have him wait because the kingdom comes first. I will sweep the continent clean of our oppressors! They think they've tasted blood and known victories? Hah! Only because the Knights were gone for a little bit. They will taste the suffering of all who has suffered at their hands. They will know true humiliation and pain! They will taste my bl- "Two hundred years," Delia says. A-..... T-t-two, HUNDRED YEARS?!! She nods. "It's true." D-d-don't play with me, harlot! This is not funny! "W-who are you calling a harlot?!" She says, blushing greatly as the ghost lady's comment reminds her of how she looks right now. Grr, obviously, the ghost lady says, staring a little bit too boldly at Delia's... groinal region. "L-look, if you want a fight, I'll take you on right now," Delia says. "Little girl." Well, she is taller than her. And they're about the same facial feature-wise as long as age is in the question. 'Little girl'? No, apparently, I'm over TWO FUCKING HUNDRED YEARS OLD!! "Alright!" I finally step in. "That's enough, you two. Yes, you have been trapped here for over two hundred years. I'm sorry but it's the truth. Deal with it." Wah- "And you need to grow up." I turn to Delia now. "Not being able to pee outside in front of others and wetting yourself is exactly why you're not a harlot but, instead, childish." "H-hey!" "Being called one and getting mad over it is childish as well." They both hang their heads lower now as they try (not really) to look at me in the eyes. "We need to help each other out. Tell us how to lift your curse," I say to the ghost lady. Alright, you're right. I believe you two have killed the monster of the lake? I was cursed and bounded here by it. "Lame," Delia says cheekily. **Sign, it caught me by surprised while I was... busy. A-anyway, I'm halfway dead but you can fully revive me by retrieving me its blood. I just need it to brew a potion. "Umm, I really don't think you should drink it," I say to her. Of course I'm not going to drink it, blood tastes disgusting. I'll turn it into a spray to reverse the curse. It's basic blood magic 101. All I need is an uncontaminated sample but water contamination is fine. The lake water is extremely pure. Delia and I look at each other for a second, like trained code or telepathic masters, before an undisputed decision comes to pass. We shall not tell. Don't think. Hey, are you two listening to me? "Yeah, the thing is in the water. We'll go and get it," Delia says. "Do you have anything to reach out into the lake with? I'd rather not go for a swim in there right now," I say to her. ............... After about half an hour, we return with a full bucket. Calanthia (we found out after asking for her name) wastes no time and begins to work. In mere minutes, the potion was done and made into a spray. We move to the dining area of the cabin and waits as Calanthia sprays herself down. "So how does a potion like this work?" I ask. Knowing a little bit more about magical stuff might prove to be useful later on if we're to go through the dungeon, especially for me. That is very true. Hey, get out of my head! I can't, it's part of the curse... But I really need to thank you, don't I? Thanks, Whitney. I'll say thanks to Delia also. Alright, onto the magic lesson. About blood magic: blood can be used to create or destroy curses, it is a limited and powerful tool. But when you're brewing anything, this rule goes out the window, put into a book of every single rule there is, and thrown back in. It's complicated at first but you basically can do a lot more things with blood in brewing than with only blood magic: signs, spells, and the like. Anything, I cou- "-ld go on and on but... Ah, there we go. It seems to have worked perfectly," Calanthia says, now with a normal voice. "I'll miss mind-reading but I think I will manage with this just fine." "Well, we're glad to have you with us now," Delia says. "Of course, as the most powerful and knowledgeable of the group, I shall lead," Calanthia replies. "Now, follow m-" *Pssst. Liquid suddenly splatter against what must be the interior of her armor's crotch hard enough to make it audible to all our ears as our eyes prey in the odd development of a puddle under Calanthia. "H-huh? H-hahh, ahhh." She tries to grab herself but her armor is preventing her from doing so. Figuring it out, she presses her legs together.. but only to collect more urine as it gushes down her thighs and into her greaves. She kneels on both knees and tries desperately to grab herself once again. Not knowing what to do, Delia averts her gaze and stammers while I could feel my cheeks starting to flush from staring. "U-uh, umm, go outside!" I say to Calanthia as the impressive accident can't seem to stop. Calanthia rushes outside behind the cabin with visible streams an inappropriately good job of marking the path behind her. She stops behind a thick bush and begins to strip out of her lower- "H-hey! Stop looking!! Go away!" She exclaims. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to!" I reply after turning around. I can still hear the heavy sound of liquid hitting the earth on the ground. In fact, it's deafening. It doesn't seem to be stopping either. I-I didn't mean to follow her out here! I'm just worried! "W-w-why isn't it STOPPING?!!" Calanthia says, using her outside voice. "Why, why, why, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop it, stop!!" "M-maybe there was something wrong with the potion-" Oh, wait. That must be it. Oh, crap. How am I going to tell her? Is she's going to figure it out? Shit, what should I do?! "There couldn't have been.. there shouldn't be any problems so why is it..." Calanthia goes quiet and I could almost feel her blushing like the sun to my back. The smell of pee now reaches my nose with the faintest scent amidst nature's: nature's call's versus nature's. "AHH! Damn it!... Hahh." Did she accidentally peed on herself because of the force? She sounded relieved for a second. What's her urethra feeling right now after having peed for so long? Wouldn't that smell cling to her after all this? How will she get cleaned up?....... And WHY am I thinking about THIS again?! Listening attentively for some reason, I could hear her moving to a different location as the sound of her wee splatters now on a different ground. The sound is almost mesmerizing in the silence of everything else. Did the puddle under her grew too large and deep so she had to move? In this could air, wouldn't there be steam too? Rising back up into her and... and the pee would be touching her skin like how she was wetting herself before so suddenly. And pressing the plate against herself like that... Nearly subconsciously, I stare at the wet streaks of earth on the ground that lead from the cabin and remember the vivid streams that came before them. "Haahhh, haahhh." Well, at l-least she's finding comfort now. A-and doesn't know what happen- "One of you... peed in the lake..... didn't you?" Calanthia says to my concern. S-shit! But it's not my fault! Well, I should've told her but.. "I-it wasn't me! It was Delia, I swear!" I say to her. "Haah... hah..... fucking harlots."
Just to make the story a tiny bit descriptive, I'm going to finally give this magical dungeon a name. The Wet Adventures of Whitney: Into the Dirty Dungeon Calanthia, relieved and satisfied, walks over to me, her armor glistening in the light of what I'll assume is an artificial sun with wetness. Her legs look a little shaky after the... series of events. "Ahem, I think I will be ready to go after I wash up a bit. Stay here, I'll just be heading to the waterfall. If you wish to shower as well then wait for my return. Hopefully, um.. the potion has no further effects." With that, she quickly heads inside the cabin to grab a large towel and bring Delia up to speed. I join her in waiting on the dining floor until Calanthia returns. ... She did smell like pee. ............... After Delia and I took our own separate showers, we gather in the dining area of the cabin for a quick bite. Calanthia explains that although she was a ghost, she was still able to hunt and explore. It was only a problem because she could only use about a third of her normal strength to fight. About the cabin, it was here before she was and there wasn't any clue as to who the previous owner(s) might be. She'd found some spare utilities and clothes and said that we're welcome to anything we think that we might need later on. In her time, she'd also found another portal but was looking to kill the monster in the lake first before leaving. She wasted her time in trying to train because her ghostly state didn't allow for metaphysical (if I'm using it right) developments. She claims that it had helped her cope with everything else though that's affected her mind. Based on her estimation, she truly believes that she was only her for about two months. "So time flows differently between these areas?" I ask. Calanthia nods. "Then we'd have to be extremely careful in how long we would stay in one," Delia adds. "Yes, I think it makes sense for there to be such an area where aging is accelerated. We'd do best if we keep moving once we leave here," Calanthia says. We finish eating before too long and decide that it's time to head out. Calanthia leads us through a small entrance into a larger cave off to the side of the waterfall. We walk until there's another portal in front of us. Just like before, huh? I look over our group now. We have Calanthia who's a veteran and is now back to normal. I've yet to see her in combat or read about her legends but I feel like I can trust her. Calanthia is a vision of confidence and power in her knight armor and with her long black hair and fiery red eyes. Delia, though, doesn't look too shabby at all in comparison. Hers is a look of vitality mixed in with admirable discipline as she dons her two long red pigtails, a large dark overcoat (that she got from the wardrobe back at the cabin), and gladiatorial bra plates and skirt (she was able to fetch it from the lake when she took her shower and, luckily, it wasn't damaged too badly for Calanthia and herself to fix).  And then there's me: short, white-haired, and green in the business. If I could look at myself, I'd probably see.. awareness and, maybe now, encouragement. I'm currently wearing my chainmail under my bikini armor which is under a dark green blouse and darker brown pants (which I've also gotten from the wardrobe in the cabin). I guess we're ready. We step into the portal. Onto the other side, we're now standing in a field. A few trees dot the landscape in the distance. The sun here seems to be setting as the orange sky dominates the picturesque view. "Hey, I think we've got company!" Delia says suddenly. Huh? Already?! Looking to where Delia holds her gaze, I spot the oncoming people with horses, behind them - more. Oddly, they all have their faces covered but their eyes. "It's an ambush! Stay together and prepare yourselves!" Calanthia shouts, raising her great-sword. They're coming from that side too. Shit! I take a combative stance and raise my short-sword and shield as Delia unsheathe her scimitar and we get ready to fend off the enemy... until their numbers start to show. A group of no less than thirty men comes from both opposite sides. "... We're surrounded. They're bandits.." Delia says. "I hate to say it but... we are in an unwinnable situation here," Calanthia says, still holding her blade high in her hands. "Wait, that's it? We're going to give up?" I ask. "No, but... Look, there's no choice to be made, Whitney. We should drop our weapons-" Delia says. "No, wait for them to make the first move. We do not know what they want. Cover yourselves," Calanthia says. The first of the bandits comes. Clad in black, the person's robe doesn't reveal their face. "Lay down your arms! You will be taken with us or die by blades and arrows," the person says. It's a woman. I look over to Calanthia who still holds her gaze to the hooded figure's shadow-engulfed face. She's not moving an inch. "We have magic-users as well. Trust me, you three won't stand a chance," the woman says. Finally, Calanthia lowers her great-sword onto the ground. Deciding that it's the only viable option, Delia and I do the same. The bandits quickly overwhelm us all before throwing us in small different wooden cages like livestock on a wagon and confiscating our weapons, forcing us to either lay flat down or be on our knees and hands. To further add to the humiliation, one of the bandits drape a large blanket of cloth to cover over us all. The wagon starts to move. "Damn it, why are there bandits here? I thought the dungeon only has monsters!" Delia says. "To think, there were people who'd embrace it too," Calanthia says, a little to herself. "Hey, Calanthia. Did you get a good look on what the woman looks like?" I ask her. "Huh? Yes but I don't see any special about her. She only looks tired but... well, maybe drained. She had the face of someone who'd used too much magic for their own good. Her hair was also blonde. Hm, that is about as much information as my observation can deliver," Calanthia says. Well, the tired face certainly sounds suspicious. "Alright, we should keep a lookout for it then. We have to be wary of what's going on. **Sigh," I sigh. The wagon travel on for quite some time. As the sound of wooden wheels rolling over the ground and gravel continues on and on towards the unknown, I'm starting to feel the need to pee again. *Fidget, fidget. But I can't do anything about it yet. I'll just have to wait. ............... The clopping of the horses changes to one of hooves against a ground of mostly stones. Finally, the wagon stops. *Squirm, squirm. "Hey, are you alright, Whitney?" Delia asks me. "A-ah, I just kinda need to take a break?" I say to her. "Huh?" "A pee." "A-ah, um, well, I think we're there so hold on-" "We cannot show any weakness, Whitney," Calanthia says, staring at me with intensity. "Who knows what they respect in their twisted minds but we'll have to earn it. It may make our escape easier to work with them." "If it gets me to a toilet sooner, I'll definitely try," I say to her. One of the bandit pulls off the blanket and we can see our new surrounding for the first time. A dark sky now looms over a devastated-looking town. Collapsed cottages and structures stand to be the highlights from our views. Through the wooden bars, I could see that where we've stopped is on a main road of the town. The wagon starts moving again and, before long, veers into a small alley. Though, as we go in deeper, the walls seem to expand into a larger passageway. Soon, we stop once again. *Squirt. "Ah," I let out. Damn it! If this goes on for much longer... The bandits finally unload us into their camp in between the three building walls where there are more people, many of whom have started to exit from their small to medium-sized structures to meet us with their gazes. After being carried over to a larger shack, we're set down. Within the structure are little of significance but some candles and a single chair. "Leave," the woman says quietly, prompting the bandits who carried us in to go outside before sitting on the sole chair. She throws back the hood of her robe to reveal a stunningly beautiful face in scorn. Her blond hair is tied from behind but gives glimpses to its braided ponytail style. With how she's sitting, her robe reveals leather armor underneath. She stares over us now. "Why are you doing this? We've done nothing to provoke you," Calanthia says with equal intensity as her stare. "I am sorry for my blatant distrust of you strangers but it was obvious that you came through one of the dungeon's portal which lead you here," the woman says before standing up. "Allow me to introduce myself-" *Fidget, squirm. "My name is Unity and I am the leader of the folks here. We're a group of survivors who have been fortunate enough to find one another during the end of our own separate journey in the Dungeon of All Evils-" *Squirm, squirm, fidget. "Ahem, the reason we needed to meet like this is because we've always had monsters trying reach us through such portals and some have been better disguised than others. I will apologize for everything you will be asked to d but know this: I will not risk my people's lives no matter how small the possibility of a monster infiltrating us may be. Now, I'll-" "Hey! Um, that's alright and all but.. can I use the loo first?" I ask, inciting a slight bit of anger from anger from Calanthia's face and embarrassment from Delia's. "I've kind of been waiting to go..." "... Y-yes, you may go but I'll have to check you first," Unity says. "Guard." A bandit (well, I guess they're not a bandit after all) walks in. "Go get me Flynn." The guard leaves and returns with a larger man who seems to be a mage in a thicker robe. He has a book in his left hand. *Fidget, fidget, fidget. Damn it, hurry it up.....! The man casts a spell on me and my body glows before returning back to normal. "She's fine then. Thank you, Flynn," Unity says. "Anytime, Commander. Do you want me to check these two out as well?" Flynn says. "Yes, but not now. Please, wait outside. I'll need you again right away." With that, the man exits the shack. Unity walks over to release me from my cage and help me stand up. With considerable effort, I stand still. "Strip yourself of any and all pieces of clothing," she says. ... What? My furrowed brows convey my thought perfectly as she repeats herself. "Strip yourself down so I can check your body for any curses and marks. The sooner it's done, the sooner you can... go do your own business." "**Sigh," I sigh. I reach to lift up my shirt from its waistband and remove it before taking off my bikini armor top next and the top of my chainmail after. I start to wiggle my lower body out of everything down below when a monstrous pressure strikes at my lower abdomen. Doubling over, I realize just what had hit me... N-no, d-don't tell me.. it's the demoness' c-curse...! A second wave of desperation strikes as I manage to squirm out of my pants until humiliating myself by instinctively burying my hands in where they absolutely don't belong at a time and place like this. Embarrassment rushes to my cheeks as I redden at the thought of how I must look right now. Just my fucking luck. Worse of all, I have the team to my back... As I start my potty dancing, Unity looks at me with a look of mixed things, I guess. *Spurt. A small but unstoppable stream works its way down my inner thighs as the inevitable happen- "Begone, I cast 'Distill Heart of Sin'!" Unity yells. She suddenly makes an open palm of her right hand around my bladder area and, looking down through my arms in front of me, I could see a strange marking beginning to appear and being completely destroyed by Unity's spell. A warm light passes through my body and dissipates as the pressure goes away... *Pssst. Oh, no... no, no, no, no, NO! Warmer pee spreads through my legs as it travels down to form a puddle around my naked feet. My hands clamp even harder to stop the flow but they can't. All of the sudden, all I feel in my struggle for control is relief in having no control. I keep my eyes down low as I vibrate and my heart flutters with odd pleasure from wetting myself. "A-ah, um, I'm.. really sorry about this," she says finally, after a minute of silence. "It seems t-that your body is clear of the curse now." I could feel her eyes wander over me as I could for my friends behind me. I dare not turn back. ............... She sent me to bathe in a different shack. I lie submerged in the tub with only the top of my face poking out of the water. The burning won't go away... how did it turn out like this? Winning my fight against the drowsiness caused by the hot, refreshing water of the bath, I draw my right hand closer to my intimate... *ROOOOOAAAAAR!!! A powerful sound that cut through the longing emptiness of the night shakes me as I hurry into my clothes and out of the tiny shack. What the fuck was that? Looking around outside, I could only see people running about and into their own shack. "Whitney!" I hear Delia and Calanthia both call my name. Appearing from the crowd, they rush over to me with Unity in tow. "What's going on? What's happening?" I ask them. "It's a monster," Delia says before turning around and raising her scimitar. "Are you ready for your first fight?" Calanthia says as she raises her great-sword with a dangerous smile. "If you can help," Unity speaks. "We need you. The people need protection."
It's not too bad but there will be a bit of descriptive violence done to the monster here. I won't say anything about blood, though - house cat's honor (you can tell that I'm a God of War fan in this one). Also, there will be some messing here (mostly implied) so.. viewer's discretion is advised. The Wet Adventures of Whitney: Into the Dirty Dungeon The alleyway empties as the beast shows itself: a giant wyvern. Crashing down on top of one of the buildings, it collapses half of the structure, sending chunks and pieces of wood down on the people below and their fragile shacks. The creature turns its head slightly to the side, allowing us to see its red eye from its eyeball to pupil, a demonic red gaze. *ROAR! It roars briefly, allowing us to see the muscles behind its white skin. Its nostrils flare as it sets its attention fully on us now. "Hey, we can't stand around! We cannot let it stay here! We have to move it to another part of town!" Unity says. "Follow me!" "Alright!" Calanthia says. "You two go first! I can cover us from behind if the beast is quick to attack!" Delia and I nod. We follow Unity through a series of small but visible alleys for the wyvern to follow us until we reach the town's marketplace: a maze of stands with no food and less buildings to hide behind. The monster drops down to finally face us. "We'll fight it here," Unity says, magically summoning an odd-looking spear with a curved blade on the offensive end of it. "Whitney, you have to hang back as much as you can. Act as our eyes in the bigger picture of this fight. We will need it," Calanthia says. "Alright," I say to her. Of course, I wouldn't even be able to damage that thing. I'll have to support them as much as I can. Hopefully, the guards can get here in time... and numbers. I run to the back of the marketplace and the beast approaches. Calanthia starts yelling and banging her gauntlet to her shoulder-guard. "Stay on its side! I will take it head-on!" She says to Delia. Delia rushes to the hind legs of the wyvern, slashing it with the full length of the blade of her scimitar as Calanthia rolls out of the way from the monster's first chomp before swinging the great-sword back at its chin on the edge of its lower jaw, causing it to stagger back. *ROOOAAAR!! The wyvern's tail flickers and I could see what's coming. "Delia! Its tail!" I yell to her. She dodges out of the way just in the nick of time as its tail comes swiping across to her side, demolishing the stands over there. Through the dust and rubble, I spot Delia kneeling on the ground with her blade up, focused as ever. I shift my attention to Calanthia once again. Waving her great-sword around, the wyvern seems to be a bit more considerate about its next attack. I then spot Unity as she stands on the edge of a nearby building looking down on the monster with her spear ready in hand as she waits for an opportune moment to strike. "Calanthia! Unity's-" "Got it!" She cuts me off as the wyvern attacks head-on, bringing its chomp forward and dangerously low as Calanthia barely escapes its bite by sliding under it with accelerated speed before thrusting her blade in from under its neck. The head of the beast falls thrashing on its side for a few precious seconds as Calanthia holds it down with both her hands under two of its pointed scales in a fantastic feat of strength. "NOW!" She yells as Unity comes down as a legendary sight for a moment and plunges her spear into the depth of its left eye before opening a slit under its eye socket to remove her spear with leverage. *ROOOOOAAAAAR!!! "AH!" I look only in time to see the wyvern's tail flicking Delia into the building behind her. "Delia!!" I yell out. Consequentially, Calanthia gets distracted as the wyvern thrashes around, forcing her to roll back without retrieving the blade from its neck. Unity also gets thrown to the side of another building but is able to climb atop of it quickly. "'WRATH OF THE VALKYRIES!'" She yells as she plunges at it once more. This time for the neck. A light coats her body and spear as they pin the wyvern to the other building before it comes crashing down. Calanthia is forced to jump back as the structure topples down. The wyvern's wings wave away the dust to reveal Unity on the ground in exhaustion. On her knees, she looks to find the wyvern staring back at her and I could see a tremendous fear suddenly develop in her gaze. Her mouth slightly gapes. *ROOOOOAAAAAR!!! The creature has its back turned to us now. It raises its head to strike and- *Prrrrrrrt. "Leave my friends alone!!!" Calanthia yells, climbing the wyvern's back to reach her sword on its throat. "HYAH!!" She gets off the back of its neck before jumping up as it rises again to pull her blade free. Then, charging it with a courage only obtainable by seasoned warriors and a force of most men and women's full life potential, she slams into the base of its neck and pushes it onto its hind legs until it buckles from the damage on its right one. It crashes one last time onto its back and lets out half a roar, signaling the finality of the battle and its life. *ROOO-aaar...! ......... "Hey.. haah, hah, are you okay?" ... We did it. We've won. That was insane.. how did that happen?! I smile to myself, looking over the defeated beast in awe and at my teammates- "Uh, Unity?" Calanthia asks. I look over to her. She's looking at the giant mound of monster in front of her, her knees up and her arms resting on top of them. She still seems spooked, but not like from the battle before. And then, I notice the puddle. A glistening pond of bodily fear stretches far beyond her bottom in the center as the moon slightly shines on it. The leather on her legs can be seen with wetness as they look to be hiding something underneath. Unity shifts her gaze downward before I could sense an overwhelming presence of shame from her. D-did she... pooped herself? "Ahem," Calanthia clears her throat and breaks the silence. "How about you go see if Delia is alright and I will help out Unity?" She has an unamused and slightly disgusted look on her. "U-um, yeah. Sounds good," I say to her. Running over to Delia (and past a rather confirming scent from Unity), I find her walking out of the wreckage of the building structure she was in herself. "Delia, I-I'm so sorry! I should've paid more attention to your fight-" "No, it's alright," she says, cutting me off. "I should've still look out for myself instead of going all out on the offensive. Ah-" She looks down at herself before covering her crotch with the base of her scimitar, meeting little success. I look down to see her thighs glistening with a suggestive wetness as her face begins to burn a crimson red. The knees make contact as she closes her legs, moving around to better hide her embarrassing situation but which only causes them to rub together in a rather interesting display. "D-don't stare at me like that! P-please," she whimpers. "O-oh, sorry. Um, let's go to the other two," I say to her. She nods her head, clearing hoping for me to turn around and lead the way. We walk over to the other two and Calanthia was able to sling one of Unity's arms over her, carrying most of the poor girl without getting pee on herself. "Incredible," Delia says in a whisper at the dead wyvern which prompts Unity to look at it once again. "A-ah, no.. wait," she says, suddenly pushing Calanthia away while also hanging onto her right shoulder as her legs shake. *Piiissssshhhhhhh. Multiple streams flow from different parts of her clothing as the front of the robe she wears gets pushed aside so that she wouldn't wet it. Her leather armor, now in full view, spills warm urine onto the ground and her boots. The sound gets particularly strong at one moment as she bites her lower lips, eyes halfway closed and nearly to tears. She's clearly trying her best to stay strong despite the horrible light-headedness she must be feeling from both the fight and the blushing. 'I-it's alright, it's alright now. Let's get you back... home," Calanthia says, hesitant to call a place such as the Dungeon a home. We stand around for a few more seconds so that Unity could finish and we started heading back to her base. On the way, I could see her checking the status of her pants under the robe from behind before quickly pulling her hand out in front and grabbing her humiliating lower-wear with a wet but quiet squelch. The smell still lingers... ............... We make it back to the base but, as I look around, there's barely anyone left compared to the sizable number from before. "Where is everyone? What happened?" Delia asks. "Where are all the guards?" I ask Unity. They also didn't show up to help us either. What's going on? A betrayal? "They're dead," she says. "What do you mean? We lead the wyvern away from here before it could do anything," Calanthia says, staring at the girl on her shoulder and causing her to wince in shame and fidget. Unity removes herself from Calanthia's assistance and recovers her robe over herself. This, of course, reminds Delia about her own state as she tugs her skirt down with one hand as much as it could go without falling entirely from her hips to cover her now damp lap while her other hand pulls the side of her overcoat over to cover her. Unity waves her hand over the alleyway, gesturing for us to look closer. With a more careful inspection, I see a skull - no, several skulls and bones littering the place. "They were always dead," Unity says. "I brought them back to life as servants so that they could still help these living people out." She then gestures to the few men and women who are starting to exit their shacks to see us, compelling Delia and Unity to both step backwards a subtle few times. "So you're a necromancer?" I ask her. "Yes," Unity says. "But you can use light magic?" Calanthia asks. "Yes." "That sounds difficult," I say to her. Thinking that I'm addressing her dirty state, she swiftly looks at me with an intense flame in her eyes. Scoffing, she walks quickly over to Delia to take her by the arm and lead her to the bathhouse (or bathing shack). "Meet us in my quarter when we're done. But first, talk to the people here. They're as much your people as they are mine now. You are their saviors today."
My internet retired on me for some reason during the last couple of days so that is for the delay. Also, I will have cat college classes to go to starting on the 8th so I may be slowing down a bit then. With this new entry, it is the beginning of the end for the adventures in the dungeon (I estimate that we have about four more before I either take a break and write about something fresher or continue with the next.. thing (maybe The Wet Adventures of Whitney: The Vamp-ee-ers? (Oof, that was bad))). Anyway, no spoilers here for what comes next... The Wet Adventures of Whitney: Into the Dirty Dungeon 27... 29.. 30. Thirty... I look around at the people as they inspect the damages and work to repair whatever they can. One of the three buildings that had loomed over them before had collapsed halfway, leaving only two lower floors. The people came up to us earlier and gave their appreciation, but I know that we all feel like our efforts weren't enough. How long have these people been here? A man said that it's been roughly five years since he got here, but he was the last one. And nobody else seems to be able to remember. Thirty people have been trapped here as a result of misadventures, quests, and even just seeking shelters when they found a cave full of promises: to enrich, to explore, and to fulfill a basic human need for a little bit of warmth and protection. Calanthia and I have talked to everyone and we've decided. Sitting now on a bench outside of Unity's shack, we wait for her to return with Delia. The night peaks in darkness as the two walk over from across the settlement, only ever slowing down to receive their due of thanks. "The people seem to like you so you're welcome to one our sleeping quarters for tonight. As for anything else that you might need, I think they're already willing to share some resources too," Unity says. "Thank you," Calanthia says. "Before you head to sleep though, I'd like to ask of you three something. It's actually a fair request: if you'd like to stay and help us out some more, we can all benefit greatly." "Don't worry," I say to Unity. "We've already decided that we want to help. After all, we need to stick together until we can figure out how the Dungeon works if we ever want to escape." "And that's what I wanted to tell you about also, we've found a way to summon a controlled portal that could potentially lead us out." The smile on her face reflects the look of shock we're giving her. It should've been expected though, the ingenuity of human beings have mastered magic before. It was only a matter of time.. but... "Really? That's incredible!... But.. we can't leave yet," Delia says. "Hm? Why not?" "Because we have to find our friends... They're in here, just like us: trapped. We're going to find them before we go." "Well... the portal may also lead us to your friends. How many of them are there?" "Three." "Then we'll have to journey through three different areas. You can expect that they won't be easy trips. We should all get some rest now. I'll tell you what needs to be done tomorrow." With that, Unity leads us to a large shack. Stepping inside, half of everyone seems to be sleeping here. She offers us a small but comfy-looking spot that the three of us quickly make use of with a large fur blanket and three bedrolls. ............... ..... Mhm, I need to pee... Groggily, I sit up from my fur bedroll, slip out of the blanket, and stumble through the darkness to the lavatory. The sky is starting from a shade of black to blue while the cold air makes me shiver. ... C'mon, gotta hold it... gotta hold it... gotta.. hold it... I make it into the small shack before facing a dilemma... ... Which side is the women's again...? Suddenly, a naughty thought strikes: no one's probably going to need to come here at this specific hour, what do I have to be afraid of? Besides, you can't blame a girl for 'accidentally' walking into the men's room when it's so dark out, it'd be their fault for not leaving a candle or a lantern on. It's dark, I have to pee, and I'm desperate. I press a hand to massage through the crotch of my brown pants and the other hand over it to act it out, squirming in mixed excitement and fake confusion as to where I need to be. Truth to be told, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness by now and I could see the signs, but I finally pretend to mistakenly choose the wrong one. ..... Haha... well, there's no helping it then... I enter the little boy's room with shortened breaths as I look over the open potties on the ground and mild embarrassment flushes my face. I make my way deeper in, to the furthest corner of the room, before squatting down over one. I pull down my pants and let nature takes its course while cocking my head back in response to the relief. The stream hits full force about ten seconds in, forcing me to reposition myself. "... Ah.....!" ... I slipped..... I land backwards on my butt before quickly getting up again, but the short amount of time in the accident was enough to leave a couple stains on my pants. With the pressure in my lower abdomen disappearing, my eyes started shutting once again. I should hurry up and get back to sleep... ............... ..... Mhm... I feel... wet?....... Oh, no. The smell is unmistakable. I can also feel the wetness around my butt too. Terrified, I open my eyes. People seem to be up and about as I'm about to have the most embarrassing moment of my life. Delia walks over to me from the doorway and I want to die. Right. Now, "Rise and shine, you two. We've got to eat some breakfast before we doing anything else today so get up," she says, referring to me and Calanthia besides me. ... Please, don't tell me I peed on her too..... Calanthia gets up at the sound of breakfast, clearly more used to waking up quickly as she beams confidence and excitement even in the morning.. until... ... She feels it! Crap, crap crap! But there's no escape. I brace myself for the inevitable. "Seriously, is waking up early too much for you?" Delia says, pulling on the blanket. "Wait, stop!!" ..... Huh? Staring at my bedroll, the wetness doesn't look to be coming from me. Instead, the dark pattern on the fur points to.. Calanthia. Looking over at her, her bedroll seems to be completely drenched while the smell of urine amplifies when I turn my head. Even now, a small golden pool still sits in Calanthia's lap as she blushes furiously at her own sight. Worse yet, her yell had attracted some of the people's attention over to us or, more specifically, her. "U-um, I-I..." she stutters. "A-ah, um," Delia says, turning red in the face too. "I-it must be the potion! It has to be! This is its after-effect! I-it must be!" Calanthia says. ............... The morning goes on without incident and with Calanthia spending most of it cleaning her armor. Much to her torture, some of the folks who were there went up to her to ask her if she needed any help in cleaning, only for her to blush even deeper as the minutes go on. How does she even sleep in that thing, anyway? We eat breakfast at a larger shack with most of everybody in it. Unity finds us through the crowd and walks over to our table just when Calanthia seems extremely fixated on her food so she keeps her head down. "Good morning. I want to go over some plans for today, after you've finished eating. For what we're doing, we'll use the portal from which you stepped through or, more accurately, we'll reopen it. Flynn, our mage, will do the job. He'll need monster blood for the ritual too..." Unity goes over the plan and we hurriedly gather the materials.. since each of us has someone who needs us. We were fortunate enough to have found one another and a plan to find the way out. By another night, we have everything. Gathered on the field where we were at before, I look over everyone now. Everyone still looks the same with our group having an additional member to the team: Unity. It's time to be ready. "Alright, Delia." I put a hand on her shoulder. "Yours first." "Thank you," she says. "As we've discussed," Unity says. She touches the portal, eliciting a change of color. As discussed, she will go with Delia while we stay to defend the people here. I can only imagine what it'd be like for her to reunite with a dear friend now...
The theme of the night is: adult baby. Dress accordingly. The Wet Adventures of Whitney: Into the Dirty Dungeon (Delia's POV) This isn't right... this place.. isn't... The world was suddenly melted in the spiral of the portal and restructured into an obnoxiously colorful place. From a ground of earth to square palettes of slight cushion, from a blue sky into a giant off-white metal construct, the world now is a whole different dimension. All around are oddly-shaped buildings with odder features: a massive blue veil hangs from one a little ways to our right; a large, open, and see-through labyrinth's on our left; a building with two lighter pink and blue towers on top of it is behind us, and a raised yellow road is just right in front of us. "Is this place... where you lost your friend?" Unity asks. "No, this isn't the right place at all. We were supposed to go to.. a-a land of leaves," I say to her. "Hm, well, this is quite different, then. Flynn and his magic have never failed us before so we must assume that your friend is here. Let's see... we might be able to find more information if we explore the building over here." She points to the building with the two towers. "Okay." We walk over to the building to find that it doesn't have an entrance and no clear way up. The look of it is off-putting compared to the other structures and the atmosphere has changed since we got closer to it. Is it a sacred temple of some sort? "Don't worry, I can get us up there," Unity says. "How?" I ask. To my surprise, she grows a pair of light-emanating wings. "Magic." "Oh." "Hang onto me and I'll lift you up," she says. I try to think of how this is going to work. She's obviously smaller than me but it seems that she's confident. I walk behind her, kneel a bit to avoid her wings, and put my arms around her waist tightly. "Alright, are you ready?" She asks. "Yeah," I reply. She takes off with a bit of a struggle before gaining significant speed and control mid-flight. We come atop the building where the two towers rest by one another and land on its grey carpeted floor. We start to examine the towers when... "Oh my, what do we have here?" A loud but feminine voice surprises us from behind as we turn around to see a giant woman slightly bent over and looking down at us. She wears an apron dress of white and green and has her hair tied back in a bun. She smiles at us. "Oh, how wonderful! More playmates for my babies! But you two have to get changed, quickly!" The woman says. "Hang on a second, what are you talking about?" Unity asks. The woman makes a quick grab for the two of us before we could unsheathe our weapons, rendering us helpless in her hands. "W-wait, what are you going to-" She abruptly cuts me off by stuffing the two of us in the pouch of her apron. Darkness envelopes as feelings of being groped and tickled run through my body. "Ahh, no-hah! Stop!" "Nnh, ah-noo! Haha!" Finally, she brings us back out and puts us on the ground floor. "There you go, sweeties! Now you can do whatever you want. Have fun!" She says, leaving. We lie still for a second, wiping at our eyes for tears as we both feel that something is off. It feels.. cooler. Not cold, but... Wait, where's my scimitar? She took it! My hands feel around my body for anything but, opening my eyes, I then see that she had taken everything from me. No clothes, no weapon.. only my hair was left alone and... Wait, are these.. my panties?! They obviously aren't. A slight, thin bulge of white material lies between my legs and on my bottom. Its presence makes me nervous. I look over to see Unity red and.. bloated... at the crotch. Her new panties resembles a large pumpkin, much bigger than mine. "W-wh-what is this?! Is this some sort of joke?!" I move over to Unity and help her up as movements in her legs are constricted by the pink fluffy ball. "C-come on, we have to find him quickly and get out of here," I say to her. "Flynn could probably turn us back to normal-" "ABSOLUTELY NOT," she yells. "We're finding that witch after we find your friend and beating her! Not only to get our stuff back.. but also our weapons." "Right," I nod. Now, it's time to make the journey to explore the rest of this place. "Where should we start?" I ask. "Let's go on the road," she points to the raised yellow road in front of us. She tries to summon her wings with little success as a tiny, useless-looking pair of wings sprout from her back. Whatever the witch did, it stunted her magical abilities. We reach the road. "Umm, should I give you a boost or-" "No! I will give you a boost!" She interrupts me. Our topless-ness makes it an uncomfortable assist as I climb on her to get on the road that goes uphill. Soon after, I pull her up with me. We slowly climb the hill and get to about halfway until Unity suddenly stops. "H-hey," I ask, realizing what could be going on. "Are you oka-" *Pssst- "U-uh, yes! I'm fine! I'm just having a bit of a tough time climbing in this.. damn thing!" Unity says loudly, trying to cover up what's obviously her peeing in her panties. I feel bad for her, I haven't seen her lose her cool like this. It must be this place or whatever that woman did. Her face shoots to the road in front of her as she realizes that I wasn't buying it. Her cheeks burn red as the rest of her face as she tries to clamp her legs together.. to no avail except for making a crinkling sound. She smells-no, it must be her panties that emit it, an odd smell that's not urine. She continues to pee. *Pssst. With force. Without trying to look at it, I see the front of her panties glow with the faintest tint of yellow before she could stop herself. "I-I, um. Here, let me help you," I say to her, offering my hand and going a bit farther forward to indicate that I mean in terms of getting up the hill. "... Thanks.." she says weakly. Together, we reach the top of it to find a large purple tunnel. With a bit of effort, we get up inside it and walk through. At the end of several more tunnels and twists and turns, we come across another road. This one, though, leads down into a pit of giant, colorful balls which seems to be what's behind the blue veil that we saw earlier. "We really need to be careful here, it looks like we could be easily trapped under all of those-" *Pssssst. ... H-huh? Unity has her hands on her padded front of her crotch as the sound only intensifies. They do nothing to hide the yellow spot from growing slightly larger than before. "I-I couldn't help it. It's the witch's curse. I-" "I-it's alright!" I reassure her. "I get it." Her eyes light up in a brief second of anger as her face asks why I'm not affected before calming down and allowing me to put my hand on her shoulder. Goosebumps appear on her sexy skin as she looks truly disgusted at what's happened so far. She wet herself twice. I should try to help her through this. "Alright, you have to hang onto me this time. I'm going to get us over to the other side of that pit. Climb onto my back so we can-" "No! No, I've got it," she says, shuffling her feet and balling her hands by her sides outward, looking like a little girl in a blonde braided ponytail trying to get what she wants from an adult. "... Okay, but be careful," I say to her. "Tsk, I've got it. Sheesh.." We make our way down the road before reaching the balls. I take the first jump onto one. It's more slippery than I thought it would be. We carefully make it about halfway until... "Eek!" Unity cries out. I look back to see her falling in the space between a couple of balls, her legs flailing uselessly as she cries, "Help!" "Hold on! I'm coming back!" Diving where I lost sight of her, I wrap my left arm around a ball and reach beneath the surface to a wet squish. Feeling around, I could feel a small buzzing of lost bladder control under the padding with the pee jetting against the material, expanding it even more. Deciding that I can't get a good grip elsewhere, I grab as hard as I could, digging my right hand into her well-used panties. "Eep!" "I'm sorry! I'm pulling you up, right now!" ............... We make it across the pit in less than record time. I wipe my wet hand on the upper back of her panties without her knowing it. She seems quite tired, even though it wasn't that much of a trek so far. She doesn't seem sweaty, but her eyes are threatening to close at any moment. "Hey! Come on, we've only got one place to search next," I say to her. "... But I'm so..... sleepy," she replies as her thump slowly starts to make its way to her mouth. "Wake up!!!" I yell. "Wahhhh!" She snaps out of it. Alright, Albert. We're almost there. We're coming to get you- **Sniffles. ....... Eh? "W-w-why did you yell at me? Y-you scared m-me so m-much..." Unity says, on the verge of tears. "And I-I-I was just tired..! **Sniffles." "U-um, I'm sorry I yelled at you, okay? I'm sorry! Please, don't cry!" I put my arms around the sniveling girl in a comforting hug. I rock her slowly while she tries her best to calm down. How did this happen? What kind of twisted place is this?! "A-alright, are you ready to go?" I ask in a whispered voice. She shakes her head. "Nu-uh." "But.. alright, I'll tell you what. I'll pick you up and carry you with me until you feel better. Would you like that?" She nods her head. "Great..." I pick her up, belly-to-belly (and padded panties-to-bigger padded panties), and walk through the blue veil to the other side, the last destination: the labyrinth. Unity's padding squishes grossly against me as I try to not think about it. On top of that, she begins to drool on my shoulder. Finally, we reach the entrance of the labyrinth. Unsurprisingly, we're not alone. What did the witch say about her babies? From above and farther to the right of where I stand is another giant woman. This one wears a checkered pink dress with a short-enough skirt that allows the world to see her large, plain panties. Her long hair lies messily in her pink baby bonnet, her hands are covered in baby gloves, and her feet are covered in matching baby booties. She seems to be sucking on something quite loudly yet I have no intention of finding out what it is. I stealthily move away from sight. The labyrinth is nothing short of its name as the design is quite intricate and confusing. Luckily, we're much smaller than the girls here so I could spot them before they could see us. Unity has gone to sleep, her head resting on my shoulder. *Piiissssshhhhhhh. Oh, no. The wet spot soaks through, making the yellow stain a massive yellow stain as it also wet my skin and stain my own panties. I quickly put Unity down, the weight of her body landing on her butt quickly displacing the piss in her panties, spilling it out onto the floor. "Waaahhh!" She cries suddenly and loudly. "W-why are you crying? I'm just putting you down for a second! Please, stop!" I beg her. "... Miss Delia?" A familiar voice says. Unity and I stop in unison. She turns to where the mysterious voice is coming from and I turn to where my old companion's voice is coming from. "... Albert?" There he is, standing like the goof I've always known him to be. Goofy, but alive. "Miss Delia?" "Albert? Is that really you?" I ask. "... M-Miss Delia..! You're, you're...!" I start to walk over to him. "... Your chest!" ..... Eh? "A-ah!" I quickly cover my breasts with my arms crossed over, burning with shame as I've let an old companion of mine see... "U-um, I told you. Just call me Delia," I say to him, wincing a bit with the embarrassment. "Y-yes, um. Okay, Delia," he says, smiling as I am while the nervousness from both of us dissipates into just what it is - thin air. He looks normal, if only a little bit beaten up. He's a short man with a dark green tunic and pants and a dark brown hood that would hide his face if he put it on. He carries a single knife by his side. "Oh my, it seems like my new babies have already made friends!" The witch's voice booms, scaring Unity into crying again. "Oh, no! I'm so sorry, little one. Here, let Nanny make you feel better." She grabs Unity and reaches down to grab Albert too. "Albert!" He suddenly pulls out his knife and slashes at the woman's fingers, causing her to scream in pain and dropping Unity down on her back. The sudden impact makes me fear for Unity. I hurry over to her to find her getting up slowly. "Ugh, what happened? Where am I?" She says. "Unity! Open the portal! NOW!" "A-alright, alright! But what's going on-" she stops to look up at the giant who appears to be very angry at us now. "Please, Miss Unity! We have to leave this place!" Albert says. "Okay, okay!" She quickly opens the portal only wide enough for us to fit through. "Oh, no you don't!" The woman says, reaching for us quickly. "Let's go!" I say, following Unity through and pulling Albert into our camp. We stumble into the middle of the camp as one of her fingers makes it through, crushing atop the back of my lower body to drag me back there. "Ahhh!" "Delia!!" Whitney and Calanthia come to aid me, slashing at the finger on top of me... but it's too late. "Are you okay-" *Pssssssst. The shame is now mine to bear as I wet myself in my small padded panties and it gets worse as the material could hold no more. Already, it is leaking. A puddle of warmth forms under my crotch and panties as it soaks through. Tiny yellow rivulets tickles my inner thighs as the escape from their prison and I can do nothing but lie there. Shy bladder or not, I can't stop my own body as it demands retribution for the pain inflict on its-my bladder. "M-Miss Delia...?" I could feel my face turning crimson with tears ready to stream as I try to hold off on further degrading myself. My whole body shivers as I try to get up. I look to see Unity already making her way to the bathroom. My other friends, though, seem very content to keep looking on. "... H-hey, Whitney. Get a blanket," Calanthia says, finally. "... Huh? O-oh, yeah," Whitney replies. So how is this going to go? I wonder who'll have a tougher time explaining themselves: the friends who waited like predators on a plain to feast on humiliation, the leader who returns home to her people in a wet and massive panty-ball, or the girl who literally wets herself in a flimsy piece and pigtails that looks like a little girl who couldn't control her bladder in the sentient center of the world. ... I want my blanket.
Hello everyone. This is obviously my first post on this website. I am a fan of the Neptunia franchise, and I think that there isn't enough omo stuff related to the series. So here's this fanfic. For those who don't know what the series is, it started initially as a one off game on the ps3 that has turned into two more on the ps3. Three remakes of those games for the vita and then put on the pc. Five spin-off games, all on the vita/pc except for the latest that is one the ps4 and soon to be on the pc. And one more cannon game on the ps4/pc. It also has an anime that has 12 episodes and one ova. The simplest way to sum up the series is that it is a games series about video games. It is a parody series, so there are references galore, sometimes obvious and other times hidden. And with me being a gamer all my life that is what got me into the series in the first place. I know there are at least a couple others that know and enjoy the series enough to have had at least at one point a character (or in one case two of them) in their profile pic. So if one of you two are seeing this, awesome, it's always nice to see fans of the series. For the people that have not seen anything from the games, or anime. I suggest to go to google and search up for any info you want. I will not be explaining the look of the characters because I find it to be a waste of text space and time, when  most people either know what they look like or they can look it up. I can not guarantee that I will do another chapter for this, but I might. I guess part of that decision would be made by how well received this is. Now that I have said all of that, here is the story. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for taking the time to read it. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A normal day in Gamindustri, Neptune and IF had been out working quests from mid-morning to a few hours past noon. Only stopping to eat the lunch they had brought with them. After they ate they continued to move through the forest dungeon, eliminating monsters along the way. Neptune sat against a tree after killing a monster, IF moved closer before speaking “Get up Nep. Histoire said for you to continue working until your shares are back up. So, no breaks.” “Awww, come on Iffy… We’ve been working for hours, I bet even you need some breaks.” Neptune tried to argue. “Lunch was our break, let’s keep moving. We still have three hunting and two gathering quests left.” IF stated as she pulled Neptune back up to her feet, much to her distain. “Ugh, you’re being a party pooper Iffy… I guess the faster we do this the faster I can go back home and get some pudding. So, let’s go trigger the next event flag!” Neptune shouted as she ran off in a random direction. “H-Hey, don’t just bolt Nep!” IF yelled as she followed. About 45 minutes later the two completed two of the hunt and one gather quests. IF was fidgeting a little, all of the water she had been drinking to stay hydrated was finally catching up with her. They still needed to take out a giant dogoo and collect the gel from it. The problem is that they couldn’t find the thing. This wasn’t helping IF’s bladder as it continued to fill. Neptune eventually noticed that IF was moving more… oddly than before. She decided to see what was wrong. “Hey, Iffy. Are you okay? It looks like you’ve been trying to dance as you walk.” IF’s face instantly reddened, her body stiffened as she stopped moving for a moment. “I-I’m fine, it must be your imagination.” She started to move again ‘I thought I was hiding it well enough.’ She thought. Neptune eyed IF from the back “Hmmm…” “What are you thinking about now Nep?” IF questioned trying her best not to squirm. Neptune moved in front of IF, causing the later to stop moving. “Well… If I couldn’t guess any better, I’d say that it looks like you need to pee.” She spoke with her usual grin. As soon as Neptune said that, IF’s face gave herself away. “Oooo… It looks like I was right. I told you I ain’t the protag of protags for nothing. My intuition, is of course spot on.” “Ugh. Fine I admit it, I have to go. Just quit talking about it. We need to finish this job.” IF stated as she moved around Neptune. “Why don’t you just go out here? Behind some bushes or something.” Neptune asked. “Because I’d rather go in an actual toilet.” IF answered. “Well, if it’s an emergency then you should just drop and squat. You probably wouldn’t want to fight a boss with a full bladder, I know I wouldn’t.” Neptune said. IF stopped moving, and grabbed her crotch. “Crap, it’s getting pretty bad now. No thanks to you talking about it.” IF shooting a glare at Neptune. “Well I’m sorry for looking out for a friend. But I’d advise my previous statement and say you should just pee out here.” Neptune responded. IF contemplated it for a few moments, trying to think what the best choice was. She didn’t really want to pee outside, but nor did she want to fight the giant dogoo, or any other monster, with a full bladder. “Fine, I’ll just go out here. But you stay here, no looking got it!” “What’s wrong with me going with you? Were both girls right, so it shouldn’t matter.” Neptune rebutted. “I. Said. No!” IF said firmly, as she walked off the main path. Once at an ample enough distance, she got behind a bush and dropped her shorts as she squatted down. She kept still for about a minute, but nothing happened. ‘Ugh, just go. What the hell is going on?’ She thought as she was getting frustrated. But still nothing. A few minutes had passed, and she could finally feel the urine close to exiting. Then she heard a noise, and a voice. “Hey, Iffy! You okay?! Did you fall in a hole or something?!” Neptune yelled as she walked from behind a tree and now able to see IF. Before Neptune could get into view IF quickly pulled her shorts and underwear back up. “What the hell are you doing over here Nep!? I said to stay over here!” “Well, you were taking forever, so I came to check to see if you were okay or if a monster got to you.” Neptune answered. “No, I haven’t even gone yet. It’s not been wanting to come out, or at least until you showed up. So, get back!” IF shouted while she held herself. Neptune held her hands out in front of her “Okay, okay, I’ll go.” She started turning around, until she heard a noise. It sounded like rain hitting the ground. After hearing that she turned around and couldn’t believe her eyes. A pale-yellow stream was flowing from between IF’s legs onto the ground. “No, no, no! D-Dammit!” IF looked up “I thought I told you to leave Nep!” pee continued to poor out of her, at that point IF just gave up. Tears started to form in the edges of her eyes, but held them back. She couldn’t believe herself, an adventurer like herself wetting her shorts. Neptune stood mesmerized by the ordeal. She didn’t expect that to happen. But part of her could only find the humor in it. And so, she started to giggle a little bit. “Wow, you actually went and wet yourself, Iffy. I think you might have triggered a fanservice flag.” IF glared at Neptune “It’s your fault for not leaving when I told you Nep!” she growled. “Are you saying I need to take responsibility Iffy? Oh, my, I don’t know what to say. I’m flattered and all. And you are pretty cute, but we probably should level up our lily rank first.” Neptune stated acting bashful. Before IF could retort, a crashing sound was heard as a giant dogoo closed in on them. “I’ll take this one. You can go ahead and stand there and… I don’t know wring yourself out.” Neptune said as she moved a few feet forward then held out her hand. “32-bit Mega blade” She shouted as a massive sword materialized above her, throwing it into the jelly creature. Once hitting the dogoo, it was obliterated, it vanished into data. Neptune gave IF a quick pose “Told ya, I’d take care of it.” She then walked over to where the monster was and picked up the material that was one the ground, finishing the final two quests. “Why couldn’t have shown up earlier? Then I wouldn’t have… well you know.” IF stated “Let’s go back Nep. I’d like to go have a shower.” Neptune lept onto IF, causing her to squeal slightly. “I’m sorry Iffy, for making you up and wet yourself. But on the bright side, your jacket at least will cover it up well.” “Still doesn’t make up the fact that I did it.” IF responded dejectedly. “Well, nothing I can change now, let’s move.” The two headed back to the guild and turned in all the quests. IF buttoned up her jacket so no one would know what she did. After leaving the guild they went to the basilicom. After entering the living quarters Neptune shouted, “Were back!” Histoire, Nepgear, and Compa moved into the room and welcomed the two back. IF pulled off her jacket as she moved toward the bathroom. Nepgear noticed something off “What the goodness? Why are you wet IF? Did you fall in a puddle?” “You weren’t out for long like that were you? You could catch a cold.” Compa added. “While we were looking for the last monster, Iffy wet herself.” Neptune blurted out. IF’s face lit up like a Christmas tree “Nep!” she was frustrated at Neptune for blurting out the truth of the situation. IF then just ran off to the bathroom and slammed the door. Histoire floated up to Neptune “That was rather rude of you. She must be quite embarrassed, and probably want to keep that between the two of you. You need to apologize when she gets out. But I must say, I am pleased with the work you two did.” “O-Okay.” Neptune replied. A couple of hours later, IF had finished her shower, washed and dried her clothes, and ended up accepting Neptune’s apology. IF sat on the couch, and watched Neptune play games on the floor. Histoire was off doing paper work, Compa was starting dinner, and Nepgear was tinkering in her room. Neptune was playing a Mayro Kart, and as she played she moved her body side to side following the turns in the game. IF noticed something, Neptune would squirm from time to time. Especially between races. A devious plot started to form in IF’s mind, in form of payback for what Neptune did. Neptune continued to play and eat snacks that were brought to her by Nepgear earlier in the night. About another half an hour later Neptune was moving around enough to the point that she couldn’t stay still. IF at this time went into the bathroom and locked the door. A couple of minutes later there was a knock at the door. “Hey! Open up! I need to get in there!” Neptune yelled. “Sorry Nep, occupied.” IF responded. “Hmmm. Okay, just hurry up. I haven’t gone all day.” Neptune said. Just over a minute later she felt a small warmth grace her panties, alerting her about what was about to happen. “Seriously, hurry up and get out Iffy! I’m about to burst here! I already leaked!” IF smiled, she was close to getting her revenge. “Sorry Nep. Shouldn’t be much longer now.” She lied. Neptune held herself as she bounced on a foot. “Aggghhh, crap, crap. I’m peeing.” Neptune said as the liquid flowed from her body, into her panties, and onto the floor. IF opened the door to see Neptune. “Ha, it’s time for you to piss yourself Nep, see how it feels.” IF said with her arms crossed. Once Neptune realized IF did that on purpose, she jumped on IF tackling her while she was still peeing. Showering IF’s lower half, “Well, if I’m gonna wet myself, at least I won’t be the only one wet.” IF tried to move out from under Neptune but failed. “L-Let go Nep, what the crap!?” ‘It’s warm…’ she thought as the urine fell onto her own shorts and panties. “I’m not letting go, until I’m done peeing. Which I almost am. This is your punishment for making me wet myself.” Neptune stated in a cheerful tone. IF stopped trying to move, knowing she wasn’t as strong as the CPU. Her face turned red from the situation she found herself in. “Ahh, and done. Now I guess we should take a shower now.” Neptune stated. IF agreed in her mind before realizing what she said “W-W-What? What do you mean we?” “I mean both of us, duh. What else would it mean? We both have pee on us, so why not?” Neptune questioned. “B-Because it’d be weird, and we’d be n-n…” IF started before trailing off and getting intrupted. “Naked, nude, or something else that means the same thing. It doesn’t matter, we’re both girls. And we also need more fanservice for the readers. You don’t want to smell like pee for the rest of the day, do you?” IF took a breath before speaking “Fine, I guess you’re right.” “Awesome! Let’s get in there then.” Neptune stood up and walked into the room in front of them and IF followed. The two got undressed and started the wash for their clothes. Neptune then started up the shower for the two, and they got under the water. Something was nagging IF in the back of her mind, as she washed Neptune’s back. A question that kept popping up for the past several minutes. “Nep. Why did you wait till just a little bit ago to use the bathroom, when you could have gone earlier? You said you had held it all day.” Neptune blushed a little before answering “Well… sometimes, I like to see how long I can hold out until I have to make a run. It creates a bit of a challenge during periods of playing games. And when I do get to the toilet, the relief is amazing.” “So, you like to hold your pee? Have you peed yourself before just now?” IF asked. “No. I haven’t had someone block the bathroom like that. The worst I’ve done before was leaking a small stream as I entered the bathroom. It’s a strange feeling though. Actually, peeing my panties.” “Hold on a minute, are you saying that you liked that?” IF questioned, not sure how to gage the situation. “I don’t know. I just know it felt great to finally, let it go… you know~” Neptune teased as she washed IF’s back, reminding IF of her own accident. “Didn’t it feel great to just stop the uncomfortable holding and just to let it flow out. And it’s nice and warm, well at least at first.” In IF’s mind she did agree that it was nice to let go. But she could never just let herself pee her underwear just for the reason of convenience. Unless, maybe, just possibly, in the chance that it was an emergency and there was no toilet anywhere nearby. Something brought her out of her thinking, or rather two things. Neptune grabbed IF’s chest “W-W-What the h… Let go Nep!” “Nope, they feel surprisingly nice despite being so small.” Neptune responded. “You can’t say anything about size!” IF shouted back, as she made a counter attack and grabbed Neptune’s chest. “At least I can grow, you can’t.” Neptune retaliated. “S-Shut up!” IF yelled as she reached for Neptune’s sides in a tickle attack. “Bwhahahahaha, s-st-stop it… Iffy. Hahahaha, please Iffy… I give. I give, just stop… Hahahaha…” Neptune breathed heavily for a couple of moments after IF pulled away. “Let’s finish washing up, hands to yourself this time Nep.” IF said in a firm tone. “Fine…” she pouted a little. Nobody noticed what happened and the rest of the day went by without any further incident. ______________________________________________________________________________ A couple of weeks later had passed and not much changed for everyone. Or at least at the surface level. In the visits that IF had to the basilicom, she noticed multiple times where Neptune would fidget around as she sat. There were even a few times where Neptune would look her way and wink as she held herself. IF never saw anything more than a leak from Neptune, which usually wasn’t that bad anyway. During times when Histoire forced Neptune out of the basilicom and work, a few of them where with IF. The two of them grew accustomed to hold as long as they could, in an attempt to complete as much work as possible, until it was necessary to go. And then would do so on the ground. In one instance, IF wasn’t able to get her shorts out of the way and wet herself. Neptune then wet herself in an attempt to cheer up IF. Good thing for IF is that she wore dark cloths and squatted down just enough for the pee not to get on her legs, and her large coat helped as well. Neptune on the other hand wore a skirt so she was easily able to just get her panties wet. They continued their lives almost as normal as before. Testing the limits of their holding as much as they could, without allowing others to catch on. Or at least the best that they could.
A/N: Mineta is in this fic because fuck you he's my favorite lmao also! Friendly reminder that I'm open for commissions, so please, if you like this, consider me! The field trip is an incredibly ordinary one for a school like theirs, but it’s a mandatory trip that the class has to take. Toru Hagakure is a little bit excited for it, considering she gets excited easily, and it sounds like fun either way, even if it is just a tour of some big hero museum, one that has both indoor and outdoor portions. The outdoor portion is so intense that it is essentially a hike, and the trip is one that will take an entire school day. “You’ll be put into pairs,” says Aizawa, before they leave. “Most of the time, the class will be in a big group, but sometimes you’ll have to go with your partner. I already decided them at random, so yeah.” There are some groans as people protest not being able to choose who they’re paired with, but the class has become so tightly knit over their time together that it’s really not that much of an issue. Of course, Toru has to be the one paired with Mineta, of all people, but, as exasperating as his antics are, for the most part, he isn’t nearly so bad as she and the other girls will act. At this point, it’s just a part of daily life in their class, if anything. Whatever the case, he’s delighted to be paired up with a girl, though, for most of the morning, they’re taking guided tours through the museum as a class, so the two of them don’t actually have to spend much time together. The morning does go by rather quickly, and then the class goes outside to eat food that they’ve brought from home. It’s at this point that Toru first notices that she has to pee, but she decides to finish her lunch before going back inside to use the bathroom. However, it’s just as she finishes up her meal that an announcement is made that they have to clean up and hurry if they’re going to begin their outdoor tour on time. A part of her considers asking if they can wait for her to run to the bathroom, but that would be pretty embarrassing, especially considering it isn’t that bad yet. So she decides that she can hold it until she has another chance, and that it’s better not to try to delay the field trip just for her. They group back up and start on their way and, at first, everything is fine. At first, she barely notices the twinges from her bladder, but then, they become more frequent, and more intense, until it is outright throbbing. After about an hour. Toru knows that whatever she had to drink at lunch must be in her bladder by now as well, and she’s so uncomfortably full that she wonders how much longer she’s going to be able to last. Still, she tries not to let her desperation show too much. Sure, she can bite her lip and make faces as much as she wants; no one will ever see that. She can even squeeze her thighs together, but as long as she’s in her uniform, anyone would be able to see her crossing her legs or, god forbid, holding herself. Though she has a bit of an advantage in a situation like this, it still isn’t enough to really aid her. Toru clenches her fists at her sides as they walk along through the hike, exploring the variety of odd objects and memorials that fit better out here than in a building, and she wonders if there are any public bathrooms out here, though she’s pretty sure that’s unlikely. She’s getting worse by the minute, and the more time passes, the more she starts to wonder if she’s going to make it at all. Though she doesn’t want to think of any other possibility, it’s getting to a point where she can’t help it, where every step she takes leaves her aching, and she feels like she could leak at any minute. But, no matter what, she doesn’t let anyone catch onto her tension, and, when the group sits down in the grass in an open area to listen to one of their guides give a rather long winded lesson, she tries to lean back so that she isn’t putting any pressure on her bladder. “I know, right?” says Mineta, who is sitting beside her, as he leans back as well. “I’m getting pretty tired too.” She’s both surprised and not surprised at all that her partner for the afternoon has paid close enough attention to her body language to make an assumption like that, even if it is a little off. “It’s been a long day,” she replies, and it isn’t a complete lie, and she’s able to keep the strain out of her voice. Internally she’s panicked; maybe her face would even look panicked, if there were a face to look at. Almost as soon as she finishes speaking, a spurt suddenly escapes and she has to swallow a gasp, has to stop herself from jumping. She doesn’t think it’s enough to soak through her panties yet, but that’s beside the point. The point is that she’s at a point where something like that is already happening, and she knows for certain now that she won’t be able to make it. There’s not much she can do, even if she were to excuse herself and get permission to go to the bathroom, the bathrooms are too far for her to hope to reach. She doesn’t have the proper time to think up a plan, so she has to do the first thing that comes to mind. Toru is able to shift her body just so that she is not sitting directly on her skirt at any point, nor is she sitting on her legs. She feels cold already, just pressed directly to the grass like this, and she prays that it will absorb as quickly as she hopes, and that nothing will spread to her clothes or, even worse, to Mineta on one side of her or Mina on the other. But she can’t hold it any longer, and she lets go. She can feel her entire body relaxing as her bladder begins to empty, and it’s all she can do not to sigh in relief all the while. It’s a shame that she couldn’t spare her panties, and she doesn’t know what she’s going to do with them soaked through for the rest of the day, but for now, all she can think about is how good it feels to finally empty her swollen bladder. Nobody seems to notice a thing, and she looks down to see that nothing seems to have spread, that it’s all gone into the grass beneath her. There’s not much of a smell that she can detect, either, which means, as far as she can tell, she’s gotten off completely scott free. Though she’ll have to figure out something to do with her panties, she at least didn’t have to deal with the humiliation of wetting herself for all to see. When the lecture is over, they’re all sent off to look at different things in pairs, and Toru is careful to make sure that neither Mineta, nor anyone else, notices that the grass is a little bit wet where she was sitting. However, it’s only a few steps into their walk that she’s made so uncomfortable that she knows she has to ditch her panties, somehow. A part of her can’t help but think how indecent it is to roam about without any underwear, but there’s a much greater part of her that can’t deal with this for the rest of the day. Not to mention the fact that they could expose her little “accident” yet, and besides, it’s not like anyone can see anything once they’re off! Her costume is far less modest, while revealing nothing, after all. So she distracts Mineta and disappears behind a tree, and while he is looking for her, she dives into a bush. It’s hasty work, peeling the soaked panties off of her, and she has just enough time to empty a plastic sandwich bag in her backpack- containing a few vegetables leftover from lunch- and seal them inside, before he discovers her location. “Hagakure? What are you doing?” he asks, and she hastily shoves the bag into her backpack before turning around. “I thought I saw something down here!” she lies. “But I didn’t!” “Uh...okay?” He gives her a weird look before offering to help her up, and, to try and cover up the weird situation, she bounds down the path with enthusiasm, with Mineta scrambling to keep up with her. Everything is going as perfectly as it can, given the circumstances...until they start to make their way back down the path. “Hey, hey, what’s this?!” Before she even looks to where Mineta is pointing, she can feel her heart drop into her stomach. There are few things he gets that excited about and… “It’s panties!” he shouts. “What the hell are these doing out here? Who could have left them? Why are they in a bag? Ooh, I’m getting so many dirty thoughts I can’t stand- hey...it kinda looks like they’re wet in here.” Toru doens’t know what to do. She can’t own up to those being hers but she doesn’t want him running around with them either. Mentally kicking herself for not making sure her backpack was closed completely, she takes a few hesitant steps to join him as he continues to “investigate.” “Whoever ditched these totally peed themselves! What the hell…” Suddenly, his eyes widen as he says, “But...I don’t think anyone else was supposed to come up this way until we were done...right?” “I…” “Hagakure...are these your panties?” he asks, and before she can answer, he adds, “Please don’t hit me! I didn’t know!” “I...it’s just…” “So that’s what you were doing when you hid, huh…” he muses, and grins for a half a second before his face goes back to serious. “Alright! Your secret is safe with me, Hagakure!” “I...huh?” “Well, what kind of jerk would I be if I ran around telling everyone? I mean, we’ve been out here for a while, and you’re not a guy, so it’s harder, like, if I had to, I could just-” “I get it,” she interrupts, glad that the heat that rushes to her cheeks is never visible. “You really won’t tell anyone?” “Swear on my life!” He grins up at her, and she’s reminded of the fact that he could actually be a little cute sometimes, if it weren’t for his...well...personality. But he’s really not so bad as she always acts like he is, and right now, she’s a little glad that he’s her partner today. “So, let’s keep heading back, alright? We’ll have to explore some other paths too, before we get to go back to school.” “Alright,” she agrees, following after him as he starts off. “But, Mineta...you’re going to have to give me my panties back. Now.” She hears him swearing under his breathing before he does as told, and she’s tempted to take back her nice thoughts for a moment. Only for a moment, though.
We noticed that a particular type of story was flooded on this site. We saw it so many times that it lost it's originality. We wrote a story beginning part like most of those stories but with some changes and in some parts attention to details.  A major portion of this story is just a slightly edited version of Justice's story. We hope that Justice does not have a problem with this. Original story below Cliché Omorashi /I'm Rogue, your storyteller for this story. I am one of the many that form TrueDepression. Today you'll hear a story all of us have heard and loved. /*bzz..bzzzz...bzzzzz* The alarm kept on ringing but the person was still sleeping peacefully. This was a scene from the Falls house. Miss Vand Falls still in sound sleep from the late night party she had. Loud music, shirtless jocks, lots of punch, non-stop dancing.. you could go on and on about it. Vand rolled slightly to her left and accidentally fell of her bed. /I'm hard imagining her rear. / Finally, that pain caused her to wake up and turn off the alarm. She looked at her clock, it was only 6:45 AM. She sighed relieved. She feared she might have been late again. She arranged her bed and took out her phone and saw some Instagram posts. Vand fell down to floor when she saw, it was actually 8:30AM. Her school starts at 9:00 AM and reaching there was another 10 minutes. She took some clothes with her and went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. She came out and dried herself. She looked at her phone. 8:38AM. She quickly changed into a pink silk blouse and matching chiffon skirt. /Borrowed from Justice. / She got her stuff ready and went down. She was surprised to see her mother sleeping on the couch rather than her bed in her room. She was probably tired of her journey. Vand did not wake her mother up as afterwards she also had to go to work. She prepared herself a sandwich and coffee /Smoke ? everyday! / and quickly gorged on both of them. Sge looked at her phone. 8:49AM. Basically she's screwed. /I really wanted a fear wetting here but I want to show the cliche version rather than better ones. /She left her house and waited for her bus. A bus came and she hoped in it. Grabbing a seat next to the window. A cold breeze brew which made her feel the urge to pee. She was surely forgetting something but what?/Obvious foreshadowing! / She tried thinking about last night and remembered she had a lot to drink and that had a coffee on top of that and she didn't even go to the toilet. Her urge increased. If she had a test today it would suck because all tests start at 9:10AM and the school girl's washroom was far from her class not to mention the teacher in her class would make stand out till 9:09AM as a punishment, not allow her to go to the washroom and would give a long lecture at the end of the day. The bus reached her school at 9:02AM. She got off and darted to her class reaching it at 9:04AM. Her urge severely increased when she saw the teacher had a bundle of papers./Must.. not.. put.. fear.. wetting! /Surprise Test. Joy! One guy in the back clapped and said, "Really early Vand, you should not be so punctual!" to which the class started laughing.  /Definitely not her crush. / The teacher allowed her to come in and be seated. "This is a Maths surprise test and it includes questions from anywhere in your syllabus. There are 6 4-mark questions and you will have a total of 40 minutes to solve it. This will be counted for internal evaluation and will be brought down to 5. The sum marks of all exams will be brought down to out of 100. Any questions? "..." I will give you the question paper at 9:10 and you may start writing at 9:15AM. At 9:55AM I will collect your papers. You will not be allowed to leave for any non-medical reasons and cheating will declare your paper invalid. " /My school exam system/  Vand got her paper and was somewhat relieved (mentally) that she could easily score 24/24. The problem was her bladder had it's own problems. At 9:15 she started writing and by 9:25 she finished her paper. She raised her hand and submitted her paper even though the teacher recommended her to check her paper once. The teacher corrected her paper in the room itself. Vand saw her making something like a star on her paper meaning 24/24.  She checked her skirt and was sad to see a small 1 cm radius /Too much Maffs! / wet spot on it. She touched her panties and felt a large wet spot. Luckily unless her skirt blows due to some reason, no one would would notice that.  /99% copied from Justice's story/ A spasm.Pee leaked out of Vand despite wishing otherwise, yet it stopped as quickly as it started. She could feel her panties getting damp from soaking in the small amount of pee, and she was feeling her chances of making it out of this room dry slip away. Thirty minutes until she could leave. Her bouncing was back to its more obvious form, and her hands dug into her skirt, unable to even go under her skirt if she wanted now, as even moving her hands slightly could cause the dam to burst. That didn't lower the temptation, however. She leaned forward, trying her best to hold it in, and she now started to give up on hiding her desperation. Who would care anyways if they knew she had to pee or not? It would be much more humiliating to wet herself than to explain why she was holding herself in class during a test. Twenty-five minutes until she could pee. Another wave hit Vand, and she could feel the pee squirt out of her again, this time lasting a little longer than the last. She could feel her now very wet panties cling to her skin, not helping her predicament at all. Twenty minutes until relief. Shaking, bouncing, clenching, shifting left and then right, none of it was helping as well as it was earlier. Yet, if she stopped any single one, she would instantly cover the seat with Vand's pee. It was getting more difficult to hold, and more painful at that, making her question if she should just give up right there. But she couldn't, no, she wouldn't! Only ten more minutes, and she would be on that porcelain throne she craved so very much! Just ten more minutes! Time was crawling at an unbelievably slow rate, but only two more minutes, and she would be free... or so she thought. As if like a curse, Vand could hear her bladder’s cries of pain. It was stubborn, and it wanted to get its way. And it wanted to be emptied, now. Vand could feel the urgency suddenly build as she heard her bladder yell "I need to go right now!" And it started to dribble pee, only stopping after soaking her panties and creating a wet spot on the front and an even bigger one on the back of her skirt. She only had one more minute to go, maybe not even that much! She held on as best she could, trying to keep everything in. Finally, the bell rang. She was now allowed to leave as she had already submitted her paper. She wanted to leave, actually, she wished she could leave, but she was pinned down by her own bladder.The bell was long, and while many students picked up their things and left school to ride a bus or some other form of transportation, Vand was sitting motionless in her seat now. Due to large disturbances caused due to juniors practicing for their annual day performance along with decoration of the school, school ended at 10:00AM and would again continue later in the afternoon.  One last wave of urgency had gone through her body the very moment the bell rang, but her bladder muscles had been too fatigued to handle it, so there was nothing else poor Vand could do about it. Pee started gushing out of her at a tremendous rate, and the only thing she was glad for was, while her skirt was getting drenched, nobody could hear the pee overflow and spatter onto the floor since the bell was still ringing. Or it could have been the fact they wanted to leave as soon as possible since they screwed this test, but that didn't make much of a difference. Her skirt was quickly darkening until not even an inch was spared from her pee. Even her blouse had gotten a bit wet, the pee wicking up it slightly. Tears mimicked her pee, bursting from her eyes and falling to the floor as well, splashing, mixing together, only making the puddle grow that much larger. When her pee finally stopped, she realised something, she was still pinned to the chair, but not due to her bladder, but by another force. Looking with her blurry, tear-filled eyes, she realised there was a hand on her shoulder.  "Vand, I’m so sorry for making fun of you that time." the voice from behind her said. Vand shook her head, looking down, her face absolutely crimson knowing her crush Amour saw her peeing.  "No, it's not your fault, I'm just a little girl, I can't even make it to the end of class without wetting myself..." "No, you're not a little girl; accidents happen." Vand didn't respond to that; her attention was focused on the puddle spreading slowly at her feet. She didn't even notice as Amour quickly put away Vand's supplies into Vand's backpack, carrying that with his own bag. Amour sighed, knowing he had to say something she dreaded. "Is your mom able to come pick you up or will you go by a bus?" Vand shook her head, saying "She's at work, she won't be able to pick me up." Amour didn't know what to do, for neither of them had their driver's licenses yet, nor did they have any parents available to pick them up. "I guess I'll have to ride the bus home, let's g-" It was their teacher that interrupted her. "I'll drive you home, Vand." "But Ma'am..." Vand muttered. "No buts, I can't have a nice and bright girl like you riding a bus when it's obvious you had an accident!" Vand looked up, wiping away the tears as best she could, smiling. "Thanks, Ma'am, and can you give Amour a ride as well?" "I don't see why not… he lives not too far from your place and you need a friend to comfort you anyhow." She was beginning to feel a bit better now, but as she got up, Vand's slightly more cheerful mood was shattered as the pee that had collected in between her legs fell and splashed into the existing puddle, even rolling down her not-so-dry legs. The falling pee splashed onto her sneakers, completely soaking any parts that might have somehow been left dry. Tears welled up in her eyes once again, and she tried her best not to cry anew. Taking a few steps to the door, she could hear the splashing of her pee, and the subsequent squelching of her drenched socks and sneakers. They waited until the hallways were empty, then they left the school and got into their teacher's car. The ride was mostly silent, although halfway through it, Amour whispered, "I heard.. you've had a big crush on me, so when you feel better, we can hang out together if you like ." Then he smirked and raised a finger. "But don't be disappointed when I am not who you think I am." They arrived in front of Vand's house, and Amour walked to the front porch, after thanking their teacher, of course. "I'll leave you lovebirds together" said their teacher before leaving to which Amour blushed deeply. That was Vand's first time seeing him blush. Almost all teachers and many of her friends knew she had a crush on Amour but what the vice versa true? Taking Vand's key, he opened the door and left Vand's backpack inside the house. "I'll be at my house if you need me, okay? Just get yourself cleaned up, Vand." Amour said, trying to comfort Vand some more. Vand rubbed her eyes, then responded with "OK, thank you for the help." Amour smiled, and before he left, he said "That's what friends are for, right?" Vand shut the door as Amour walked away. “Well, that was humiliating enough!” she thought./And that's how this cliché story ends. I hope that none of you are offended by this./ We at TrueDepression do not hate such stories but don't want them to be so common.
First of all, sorry for my English, my native language is Spanish. If you see mistakes in grammar or spelling, do not hesitate to say it to correct it Viktor was waiting for his little Yuuri at the airport, he was eager to meet up with the Japanese, so much that he had not stopped wandering around the place. He was really so anxious that he went three hours earlier to the airport and dedicated himself to drinking in a bar in the terminal until he saw that the time was approaching. On the flight he had 10 minutes left when he began to feel a slight pressure on his bladder. I watch the clock somewhat worried, go to the bathroom at the airport was discarded because he had a shy bladder and it would be unsuccessful, so I would have to wait an hour and a half to travel home, once Yuuri arrived. The megaphones announced the arrival of the plane and Yuuri did not take long to appear. - Yuuriiiii welcome! - The mentioned one ran until giving him an effusive embrace followed by a tender kiss that did increase his need considerably, although nothing to worry about yet a 5/10 probably. - Viktor! - His voice sounded cheerful and singing seemed happy to be in Russia with him - I missed you - The sound of the stomach of the Japanese heard a little high, had been 40 hours of flight but surely had eaten something on the plane - Can we go eat something? I have not eaten anything since ... I do not remember when I ate! - Yuuri started laughing a little blushed and Viktor could not deny him anything, he could still wait so they would go to eat first. - Where does my little katsudon want to go? - The smaller one blushed a bit and Viktor hid his hand in his pants pocket while squeezing his crotch a bit. - to a typical restaurant? I have never tried anything Russian. - So they did, just as Yuuri asked, they went to a nearby restaurant. It was really nice, they spent a while catching up, they had spent a couple of weeks apart while putting everything in order to leave a season. Viktor felt his bladder press against the belt, it was a small torture that was arranged by the Japanese despite that it was quite uncomfortable, all the liquid he had drunk was leaking too fast so he thought he lost nothing trying to go to the bathroom of the local. He entered the bathroom of the restaurant, it was very clean, more than he would have thought and it was a closed place. He opened the tap in an attempt to help his situation and lowered his clothing ready to let out the jet. He placed a hand on the tile waiting a few minutes but got nothing. Even if he felt the pressure inside him, he could feel his bladder spread under his skin and the sound of the water was torturing him but his muscles did not relax. He tried to press his bladder but only managed to contort himself and greatly worsen the sensation.He left the place somewhat frustrated sitting again with Yuuri, felt his bladder in a 7/10 and began to be too restless, especially watching Yuuri drink so quiet. Thank God it took a little while to get out of there and take the train home although in truth it was not a comfortable trip. The rattle of the train was killing him, every movement felt his bladder move inside him. He had reached 8/10 and was very desperate drowning moans and groans that came at every slight movement of his. At least disguising was good for him. With his legs strongly crossed, his hands in his pockets to disguise the constant pressures to his crotch and a lively conversation with Yuuri, everything seemed to indicate that he would arrive home on the verge of exploding. Yuuri did not seem to notice the situation, he was a little sleepy from the trip and sitting by the window and leaning against it. With a bit of luck the Japanese would never find out about such a painful situation. The train braked to a halt, waving at Vitor and Yuuri as a breakdown announcement sounded through the loudspeakers. I had to be kidding! He felt the pressure inside his cock, but he fought with all his might against that. - Nhg - Each of his muscles tensed trying to hold him - I go to the bathroom a moment - This time he went to urinate yes or yes, bought a bottle of water and entered the narrow cubicle, felt his wet underwear, it was easy only had that exceed your bladder. He opened the liter bottle and drank about half a bottle, his contortions were inevitable, he was dancing to avoid pissing on himself, he could not stand still. She lowered her clothes, surprised at how hard and bulky her bladder was under her skin. He closed his eyes trying to focus and ... Nothing. It hurt him, his low wind gave him punctures, he was dripping but he could not free himself. He pressed the bladder getting more drip and the odd jet that could not alleviate it. He could not help but moan with discomfort and pain. - are you okay? - Yuuri sounded worried behind the door - Uh ... Yes - Now he had to bend over to pull up his pants, he did it as slowly as he could but the train ripped off making him fall to his knees.- Ahhh- He lost control for a moment and his underwear gave evidence of it, A big jet had wet her and he was begging that it was only her underwear and when he got her pants up she was like that. Tried to maintain as much composure as possible while sitting down feeling with horror as the belt, although practically loose, tightened the area letting out a jet large enough to be seen and forcing the Russian to press with all the force he could his crotch - Yuuriahhh - His call mingled with a moan, he had completely lost his composure and a powerful blush had seized him - I need to go - The appointed one looked surprised with a touch of concern. He seemed to have been quite clever. - Are you okay? You have a strange time - Yuuri put his hand on the leg of the Russian and just left his mouth a sound of exclamation to notice the tension of this. - Ahh god I do not need to go to the bathroom right now - Another jet escaped and Viktor got up writhing. - I'm going to do it over - what?! - Not how much more can I hold - Let's go to the bathroom - I can not do it outside the house, it's impossible for me! I'm going to explode ahhh - Yuuri took him by the hand and led him to the toilet very slowly.- Do not worry - Yuuri closed the door - Do not panic, distract yourself. - Yuuri stayed a moment in silence and then heard him lean against the door - Do you want to go tomorrow to do some sightseeing? Well, I guess you already know everything but I have not come never do not know what there is - Yuuri tried to calm him down, his voice was soft and calm, but it was useless, he had totally panicked. As he lowered his clothes and stopped squeezing, it began to drip, it was a continuous drip that indicated how full he was. - Yuuriiii, it does not work - he heard the door open and close behind him. - Sorry to invade your privacy, I'm an anxious person and this usually happens to me - it sounded very nervous in contrast as I spoke before - This is a bit unpleasant, but we are about to get to the station and you can not leave like this - Yuuri slowly placed his hands cold as ice on the bladder listening to Viktor moan and press a little. A jet came out, but nothing relieved the Russian's mad need to explode. - God Viktor is very bloated, why have you been waiting ?! - Yuuri repeated the process and another stream came out and so a few more times without any noticeable result other than the moans and desperation of the biggest one that could not stop writhing - are you better now? - the train stopped, they had reached their destination, they had to get off. - Not at all, but now I think I can hold up home. - Yuuri stroked his back slightly trying to comfort him. - Let's go at your own pace, okay? As comfortable as you are - Víktor simply nodded feeling helpless and humbled by showing that face to his beloved, they still did not have that much confidence but Yuuri seemed to be handling the situation well, if he had panicked the disaster would have happened too. During the departure of the train the Japanese placed in front to prevent anyone could hit him and at the time was a support because the legs of the Russian were shaking. - Viktor, I do not know where your house is - he soon took the directive guiding the other, they were slow for the number of times he needed to regain control. At least the house was close but each step was stress for him and torture for his bladder about to explode. They were about to enter the house, the leaks began to wet Viktor's clothes in a very remarkable way, he had exceeded his limit and could not even move from the site. - Yuuri, I can not walk - the Japanese did not hesitate and stretched the pole put it in the house - Run! - He could not do anything else, pushing him inside unfortunately it was too much for his bladder. Before he could speak his contracted bladder painfully the first time he managed to hold it back by drowning a moan and trying to walk, the second contraction could not and exploded despite trying not to do it with all his might. He exploded before Yuuri and his legs wobbled to the floor - Ahh - some tears ran down his cheeks feeling like his bladder emptied. Yuuri stroked his hair fondly and he closed his eyes feeling relieved by the horrible pressure that had been torturing him for almost five hours. - Are you feeling better? You seemed to be having a very bad time - he kept stroking her hair quietly and ducked to his height to give her a small and almost shy kiss on the cheek. - Ahhyyess ... Ssoorry for the pathetic show - The puddle of spread both on the floor and in his pants, there was a considerable amount of liquid. - Nothing happens silly, next time do not get to this extreme
Makaila just got out of a long shift at the office. She was exhausted so she needed a good cup of coffee before heading to the new years eve party her cousin is hosting. Makaila is 30 years old with black hair done in a ponytail. She is wearing light colored tan pants, brown boots, and a white jacket. She likes to wear tight clothes, showing her (THICC) thighs. There was a conviniently placed dunkin donuts right outside the office. She went in and there was barely anyone there. Everyone must be partying by now. Makaila ordered a large cup of coffee and downed it all quickly so she could make it to the party without being super late. The party took place at her cousin's apartment. It has a big living room so there was space for parties, but the apartment had only one bathroom since it was a one bedroom after all. Most of her friends and family was there, and their kids too. The party had lots of wine, beer and soda. Makaila greeted everyone at the party. She poured herself a glass of wine so she could start conversing with her friends. After pouring herself some of that good shit, her friend jason steps in. He's holding a beer and wearing that cologne she likes. "hey there" he says, trying to be smooth. Makaila can see right through him. She knows he likes her. "Hey! happy new years" they begin to talk about their long days at work and catch up on recent events and tv shows. Makaila already had two glasses of wine and time seemed to be nonexistant until her bladder started sending in signals. “ok I have to use the bathroom NOW!” Makaila stepped out of the conversation and walked through a crowd of people. She regretted not going earlier but she can't think of that now. She needs to pee. All that coffee and wine made her bladder fill up. She makes it to the bathroom, but is occupied. She holds her stomache and starts shaking her leg a little. Jason notices her discomfort. He knows her predicament and is turned on by it. Makaila begins walking in place. She tries to get her mind off of it by seeing what's going on in the living room; but it's just people pouring themselves drinks. This is NOT helping makaila. Her bladder is filling up more and she is really feeling the pain of needing to pee.  Jason conjured up a plan to make Makaila even more desperate. As soon as the bathroom was no longer occupied he would run in there and shut the door, and that's exactly what happened. He followed through with his plan. Makaila turned around and saw Jason run in. “no no no no no.  I was about to head in there.” Jason playfully responded "the early bird gets the worm" Jason got lucky that he was drinking that beer. He wasn't desperate but he could make himself pee a little bit to make his plan seem more realistic. He could see Makaila shuffle her feet around under the door, while she was bursting. Makaila crossed her legs. She knocked the door repeatedly. Jason peed and flushed the toilet. This made Makaila hold her crotch and bend down. She didn't care that people might have been looking. Jason turned up the sink all the way, which can be heard from the other side of the door.  Makaila held her crotch again and starting bobbing up and down. He was washing his hands longer than he should have just to tease her even more. Her desperation was a turn on.  Suddenly, the music got louder and everyone started dancing. Now plan b can commence.  Jason stepped out of the bathroom and started dancing. He blocked her path and started dancing with her. She couldn't hold still. She danced with him for a while simply for she won't pee herself. It was getting a lot closer to midnight. Makaila whispered loudly in Jason's ear as they were dancing "Jason you know I really have to pee, why are you doing this? are you trying to get back at me from that time I threw a pie at you on april fools?"  Jason knew it wasn't that. The pie bit was hilaroius, but he needed a scapegoat to make it seem like her needed to pee wasn't a turn on. Jason whispered back "yea pretty much, have fun holding your pee while I twirl you around" "WHAT?" Makaila tried yelling louder than the music. Jason twirled her and swinged her around. She pushed him back and she landed in the couch. Everyone was dancing and having a good time. No one really noticed what was going on.  She is holding her self and she is about to burst in the couch. “I’m going to pee my pants!   my bladder is going to explode.” she ran past Jason. She ran past everyone. Jason got a champagne bottle. He was holding it with a glass. He was in the hallway right across Makaila. To Jasons luck (and Makaila's misfortune) the bathroom was occupied. Makaila gasped for air. She bent down and tightly held her crotch. She was tearing up. Her kidneys were symbolically screaming. The countdown was about to start. Jason was slowly pouring the champagne into his cup.  She can see the slow stream of champagne as she begins to leak into her panties. She unbuttened her to relieve her pressure but she was still in pain. Jason kept pouring champagne and Makaila was sweating. She was shaking her hips while holding her crotch tightly, trying to stop another leak. The toilet on the other side flushed followed by sounds of the sink. Jason slowly drank his champagne. The countdown was starting. The door opened and she can finally sit on the porcelain throne she had been craving for so long. Makaila was about to go in the bathroom but her cousin (the host) pulled her into the living room. "The countdown is about to start I can't let my Makaila miss this" Makaila could barely talk, she was sweating even more. Her bladder felt like it was going to pop. Her breathing was extra heavy. She leaked a little more into her panties. Everyone was counting down while Makaila was shaking her legs and trying to keep it together. "10,9,8,7" Makaila was waiting for the seconds to end so she can finally run to the bathroom. "6,5,4,3" Makaila is leaking even more, a spurt caused a wetspot to show. "2,1,0 HAPPY NEW YEARS" Everyone is either making out or hugging each other. Jason held Makiala's hand, but Makaila wasn't even noticing. "I gotta go... pee" Makaila could barely form a sentence. She was gasping. She hobbled her way to the bathroom while her bladder was weighing in on her walking. In front of her bathroom was her older friend from work with her kid. "Can you let my little johnny go in first, he told me he needed to go potty really bad" Makaila was absolutely bursting but she couldn't say no to the kid. "G-g go right ahead" johnny went in. "They grow up so fast, I remember when my little johnny was first learning how to walk" Makaila was biting her lip as she can barely pay attention to anything. She was shaking. "Are you ok Makaila?"  Makaila reached her bursting point. "I'm sorry franchesca" she said with tears in her eyes. "I can't-" pee trickled down a little. "Oh Makaila, if you needed to go that bad you could have told him to wait, little johnny understands." It was too late. Pee was gushing out of Makaila. It kept flowing down her tan pants. The pee wouldn't stop. Her bladder deflated but the pee kept on going. Makaila was red in the face. Nearly all her friends and family were there. Makaila's cousin spotted her. "OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED" Makaila was sobbing at this point. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it in, the bathroom was occupied each time" A few more people checked out what was going on. There was few chuckles. Makaila buried her blushing face in her cousin's shoulders. Jason hugged her from behind. "I'm covered in pee Jason" Jason didn't really care. Makaila's cousin offered her some of her clothes. She changed in her bathroom. Some drunk guy yelled "Yo who the fuck gonna clean the puddle!?" The room was filled with laughter. Makaila's cousin got the mop and some cleaning products. Makaila got her jacket and held Jason's hand. "We're leaving already?" "I think it's best if you walk me home" Jason's eyes lit up. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. He got to see Makaila desperate, pee, and now he is leaving with her. She said goodbye to her cousin and ran out. She couldn't look at anyone there in the eye anymore.  Jason walked Makaila home. "Call me okay?" "sure" responded Jason. Makaila went home to reflect on what just happened. Jason felt like he got much closer to Makaila. Things might turn for the better after all.
Fluttershy trembled profusely, more so than she had previously for the past couple of hours.  Never again was she getting on a train ride, a train ride all the way from Yakyakistan no less, without first taking a leak.  Something she would have done if Pinkie Pie hadn’t distracted her with a randomly conjured supply of the yaks’ favorite fruit juice until it was too late to do anything before the train took off without her. “Damn you Pinkie,” Flutter grumbled to herself, crossing her legs and tapping her hoof against the tsunami of pressure.  Pinkie, oblivious as always, skipped merrily on her way back to Twilight’s castle.  Of course, she had tried to be as supportive to Flutter as everyone else as she squirmed on her seat and twisted her legs together to hold back the ever-growing flood, but there was no denying how much of a nuisance Pinkie Pie can be at times. Case in point: “Pinkie, what the hell are you doing!?” Twilight called after the plump, prancing mare.  “We agreed we would all wait for Fluttershy to use the bathroom first!” “But it’s closed,” Pinkie sang out without missing a beat. “What?  No it’s not, you’re just messing with me –” But out of the corner of her eye, Flutter noticed the unfortunate truth of Pinkie’s words: a giant “closed” sign on the station bathroom’s door. “Shit, why…” she moaned against another massive wave of pressure.  As much as she didn’t want to, she pressed her hooves to her crotch against an insistent spurt of urine, rocking her flanks to hold it back. “Don’t worry, Fluttershy, the nearest store’s not far from here,” Twilight placed a comforting hoof on Flutter’s back, which soothed her considerably. “I have an empty bottle she could use,” Applejack offered, holding the aforementioned bottle in an outstretched hoof. “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?” The bottle was sent flying by an expertly aimed kick on Rarity’s part, and it sputtered onto the tracks and was instantly flattened by the leaving train. “Well, for fuck’s sake Rarity, you would have used it too if you were as desperate as Fluttershy is,” Applejack growled. “Challenge accepted,” Rarity smirked, but instantly softened as Flutter uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way, still squirming tremendously with her hooves on her crotch.  “Let’s not waste any more time, darling.  I shall escort you to a proper toilet.  We know nothing ever fits in those bottles anyways.” “Sounds good to me,” Flutter groaned under never-ending waves of pain from her overfilled bladder. “Who else is glad Starlight didn’t come?  She definitely would have pissed herself by now,” Rainbow said in an attempt to lighten the mood.  The contrary happened as Twilight gave her friend one of her classic glares.  “Well, I’m not wrong,” Rainbow laughed sheepishly. Fluttershy had to rely mostly on Twilight to walk straight as her body was moving in every possible direction to keep from having an accident.  She kept her tail and her wings glued to her crotch to give her hooves license to walk, and she shuffled along, keeping her back legs as close together as possible and swaying her flanks to ease the intense pressure.  Another wave of desperation overtook her, she had to stop and return her hooves to her privates, stand on her crossed hind legs, and fiercely pee dance until the urge subsided. As she returned to all fours, crying from pain and humiliation and still staking to hold her piss, all of her friends (including Pinkie who had mysteriously returned) rushed to her side to comfort her. “Don’t worry sugarcube, the store is just a little ways from here,” Applejack joined Twilight in guiding Flutter to the store where her blessed relief could be found. “Thank you everypony,” Flutter managed to squeak out before going inside, disappearing with quivering flanks. It was a small store, a Ponyville gift shop, which explained its close proximity to the train station.  There were copies of Ponyville history books, figurines of Twilight, and all kinds of memorabilia, but most importantly, there was a bathroom.  One that Flutter needed a key to use. “Um, can I have a bathroom key, please, sir?” Flutter asked politely to the stallion behind the desk. “Sorry, paying customers only,” he replied in a monotone. Now, until recently, Fluttershy would not even have the courage to start a conversation with this pony, but years spent with her friends had made her significantly bolder, and she was not going to leave until she could finally pee after holding it for this many hours. “That’s a dumb rule,” she said bluntly to the stallion, who only raised an eyebrow in reply.  “In case it isn’t glaringly obvious, I’m bursting here, and if you don’t want me to make a mess on the carpet, you’ll give me that key.” “Then make a mess on the carpet.  I can just clean it up,” he answered, rolling his eyes. “Seriously?  I’m best friends with Princess Twilight, you know.” “Well, this is one of those episodes where background ponies don’t care about Princess Twilight, so I don’t care that you’re friends with her.  Sorry, I don’t make the rules.” Flutter mustered up the courage to facehoof.  She hated these episodes. “I’m serious, sir.  I’ve just started leaking,” she kept her voice steady as the rest of her trembled to stop the leak that had escaped her.  “I’m not going to be able to walk to another bathroom.  I’ll barely be able to walk to this one.  You have to give me the key.  I haven’t done anything to you.” “Neither have I.  Because I’m not going to give you the key.  That’s the rule.”  The stallion turned to sort through the cash register, signaling the end of the conversation. Fluttershy could barely believe her ears as another leak slipped past her weakening hold.  Never before had being assertive failed to work, but it had now.  However, in a last dash of irrational hope, she shuffled to the bathroom door in the hopes that it would somehow be unlocked anyway.  But try as she might, the door would not budge.  As she felt her bladder muscles loosen for her inevitable accident, she cursed Rarity under her breath for destroying Applejack’s water bottle.  She needed it right now. She leaned against the wall, sliding to the ground as the dam burst and a stream of piss exited her, filling her mind with instant comfort and humiliation.  She moaned in pure relief as she continued emptying her bladder in gushes of water and that juice that yaks like so much.  The feeling of letting go was almost…arousing to her. After a couple of minutes of pissing like a firehose, she finally finished, letting out a few more drops and sighing happily.  She looked back up to see that bastard stallion pointedly ignoring her. “Well, since this is your fault, you will clean it up.  Good day, sir.”  And with that, she left the store to rejoin her friends and return to the castle.  As embarrassed as she was, Fluttershy figured that whatever Spike and Big Mac had put Discord through was probably just as, if not more, mortifying. Guess who's back, back again, Sandy's back, tell a friend. So this was a long time coming, I have been wanting to write about Fluttershy for a while  So enjoy this short but sweet fic. I have another one that I'll also be releasing very soon, so be on the lookout for that! Peace out my dudes!
I'm really sorry but my attention span when it comes to writing stories is quite small. That's why I have several stories but almost none of them have been updated. I will get around to updating them all, but for now I have a harry potter story for you, with characters not usually used. I really do hope you all enjoy! Chapter 1: Since his resurrection not too long ago Voldemort has been feeling weird. He could place a finger on it but something was definitely wrong. He wasn’t sure if was something he overlooked with the resurrection process but it was something he definitely wanted to figure out. But for now, he would focus on world domination. He was sure he could easily defeat the boy who lived, after all his defeat was only a fluke. The only reason he lived was an oversight by himself and the second time he wouldn’t have a mother to save him. He was currently residing in a building in muggle london where no one would expect him. With some spells he was easily able to make himself undetectable. The plan for his comeback was to be subtle and lay low while he slowly regained his following and influence in the ministry of magic. Luckily the minister of magic refused to listen to Dumbledore, giving him an easier time. What bothered him most about the situation was his inability to leave the house. If people saw Voldemort then his whole plan would be corrupted. This counted for his Azkaban escapees as well should they be found, it would not mean well. This left him to micromanage the supporters he had. While telling lucious what to do was enjoyable, he was still bored. Although he should be plotting out the death of a certain scar stricken boy. He just didn’t feel like it. He tasked young Draco Malfoy to kill Dumbledore and get the death eaters inside of the castle. Voldemort was sure he would prove to be unable to do it but he was interested as to what would come of it. There was of course always a chance that he would come through. The house in which Tom Riddle (Voldemort's real name) stayed in was irritable muggle like. They had muggle appliances like toasters and microwaves and they absolutely hated it. They could easily dispose of everything, but they had a muggle landlord and had to keep up appearances. Even though they imperioed him so they didn’t pay rent, they didn’t take any risks. The house was fashioned like a typical muggle household. The basement is where they spent most of their time. Only tom and a few other Azkaban escapees stayed there while everyone else was out putting his plans into action. Their current plan was to imperio as much of the Ministry of Magic officials as they could. This would start with the head of the auror division. This would be hard to do, but once they accomplish it it means they could have their own men stationed in the auror corps and would be gaining intel. They had already infiltrated the Order of the Phoenix with Severus Snape. He would come around often to make potions and Tom was quite fond of him. Lately Bellatrix and Narcissa had been staying here most often as they were sisters and were some of his closest allies. Voldemort turned the corner when he saw Bellatrix Lestrange who was taking short but quick strides.  “Hello Bellatrix, I have a job for you.” Bellatrix stood at 5 feet 10 inches with long black curly hair and a thin frame. Her face clear and her jaws were clearly visible. She wore a long black dress that clung to her frame. She turned to look at Voldemort “What mission do you have for me, my lord?” Bellatrix said while shifting her weight from leg to leg. A smile encompassed Voldemort’s face, “I need you to change your appearance so no one recognizes you of course. Once you do that you must travel to the cottage my mother lived in. The one near Little Hangleton. There should b-” Voldemort was cut off by a soft moan from Bellatrix as she crossed her legs together from inside her dress. “What is the matter?” With a worried look on her face, Bellatrix responded, “Oh, it's nothing sir please continue.” Whilst adjusting herself. She deeply hoped Tom wouldn’t think much of it. She just wanted to be done fairly soon so she could finish what she was doing before. “Anyways.” Voldemort continued, “At the cottage there should be a ring. This ring will try and do something to protect itself from you, but I trust you will be able to handle everything they throw at you.” Voldemort finished. Glancing at Bellatrix he sees her foot quickly and she had a disgruntled expression written across her face. He didn’t need to use leginemency to find out she need to go to the bathroom. In fact she was probably going to the only one in the house when he called upon her. Voldemort didn’t know what it was but he felt a thrill inside of him. Becoming impatient, Bellatrix asked, “Is that all my lord?” Wanting to get away as soon as possible. Voldemort figured he could take advantage of the situation. Fully aware that Bellatrix had to pee, he asked her anyways. “What’s the matter my dear?” Bellatrix didn’t want to but she answered anyways. “I have to go to the bathroom.”  Bellatrix admitted. Not exactly sure what to do from here and knowing he had ultimate power over her and everyone else he simply admitted it. “Frankly, your need to piss has got me...excited Bellatrix.” This had caught her off guard, she thought once she admitted it she could be let loose and use the bathroom, but she felt a little weird knowing she was turning The Dark Lord on right now. What she hadn’t been expecting was for the dark lord to grab onto her dress and slowly pull it up. Bellatrix had once said she’d do anything for him but she definitely didn’t have this in mind. “How long have you been holding it.” The question came out of nowhere but Bellatrix had to stop for a while and think. “Around 5 or 6 hours since I last used the toilet, although I did drink a lot of water.” Bellatrix responded. Voldemort lifted her dress up high enough to see her black underwear that was tight around her waist. Pulling her underwear down and out of the way, Voldemort could visibly see the protrusion of the swollen abdomen Bellatrix carried. At the sight of this Voldemort was both impressed as well as turned on. Gently, he placed a hand on it and heard as Bellatrix let out a soft moan. He could feel that is was as hard as a rock. He then slips his hand in between her thighs and pushes them apart. “I’m going to piss myself my lord.” Bellatrix said in a concerned voice with a strained look on her face. Her thighs trembled as she fought to hold in the copious amounts of piss inside of her but muscels eventually tired. Not too long afterwards, the splatter of piss against the tile floor could be heard. A long with this came a long sigh from bellatrix. Soon after the flow stopped and she was worried. “I’m sorry my lord, I couldn’t hold it I swear.” With a slick smile on his lips he replied, “That was quite enjoyable.” And with a quick motion with his hands the liquid that lay across the floor vanished.
So I changed my name because I didn't want my friends to find this account. Anyways I decided to update this story. Hope you like it! Chapter 2 Harry Potter at this moment was aflame. His mind was conflicted between the emotions of sadness and happiness. On one hand, he was leaving the Dursleys’ for another 10 months but all the while his godfather was dead. Clouds plagued the sky, and the day was as gloomy as ever. Walking to the train Harry tried his hardest to push the thoughts of Voldemort and the oncoming conflict that would take place in the near future. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft voice of Hermione. “We’re going to got to our prefect meeting, we’ll join you shortly alright?” She said. “No, it’s fine I’ll be ok.” Harry said hoping they wouldn’t realize how lonely he’d be. Just then Ginny pulled up next to him with her long orange-redish hair blowing everywhere. “I would much rather be with you, but sadly it's required.” Harry nearly forgot, now that Ginny was a 5th year, she of course was bestowed the duty of prefect. That meant Harry would be truly alone. As Harry boarded the train he figured he’d just find a compartment for himself, stock up on wizarding candy, and enjoy himself for a few hours. Going through the center aisle Harry finally comes upon a compartment with no one except Luna Lovegood in it. Harry hasn’t had much experience with her, but Ginny spoke quite highly of her and she seemed like a person he would come to like. “All the other compartments are full, do you mind if I sit here?” Luna looked up from the newspaper she was reading to respond, “Oh of course not.” She said in her smooth dreamy voice. Harry took a seat opposite from her and stuffed his trunk underneath the seat. Luna was a year younger than him and in Ravenclaw house meaning the two didn’t get much interaction. She stood at around 5 foot 6. Her hair flowed in a wavy fashion and was a very light blonde color. She wasn’t very skinny or very fat, she was just normal for a girl her age. She was currently dressed in her hogwarts uniform. A knee length skirt with long socks and a sweater over a shirt with a blue and black tie. The two of them struck up a conversation and it stuck. Harry’s previous misconception of Luna being a bit crazy once she began to talk to him. He learned a lot about her like how her father owns the newspaper the Quibbler and her mother passed away when she was young. He also told her stuff about himself and just for a while did the weight of saving the wizarding world come off his chest. Eventually the conversation died down and Luna went back to her newspaper while Harry took the time to enjoy the beautiful scenery that passed the train by. Eventually the trolley witch stopped by and asked them if they wanted anything. Knowing he hadn’t eaten much at home due to his family,  Harry settled for a few pumpkin pasties, a chocolate frog, and some of bertie bott’s every flavor beans. Luna simply asked for a bottle of pumpkin juice. After everything was paid for it didn’t take long for Harry to get into his food. It had been 2 months since he had anything wizardry and even longer since his last trip to hogsmeade, where he usually got all his candy from. Luna was intrigued right now. The boy who lived was talking to her and he seemed like a very cool person. Infact, she enjoyed conversing with him more than he has with the other people in her year. As she took a sip of her pumpkin juice, a familiar sensation was brought to her. She felt the slight urge to urinate. Looking down at the bottle that had a wide opening and had a quite stocky feel to it, she thought back to her morning. Surely enough going to the bathroom was something she hadn’t done. This was fine though, the nagging sense of urination was nothing new to her and it wasn’t that bad yet. She simply continued drinking her drink and reading her newspaper.  She made sure to slip her empty glass under the seat once she was done. She and Harry soon began conversing once again. Except this time, neither one of them quite sure of what to say. “The weather sure is a shame.” Harry said as the dark clouds around everywhere had worsened and rain began to fall. “This is Britain Harry what could you possibly expect.” Luna said fully aware that rain was an often occurrence in the land of England. “Yeah, happens far too often.” Harry stated, he had never liked the rain and especially getting wet. Suddenly remembering why it was just the two of them, Harry asked a question he hoped her wouldn’t regret. “Why aren’t you a prefect?” He hadn't meant to offend her in any way, it just seemed right at the thought of her being one. “I don’t know for sure, but I assume it’s my lack of voice throughout my classes. I almost never speak in my classes and I guess prefects are supposed to have authority and power.” Meanwhile in the prefects meeting, Hermione was bored as fuck. Not just Hermione, but Ginny also and possibly everyone there. Entering the cabin, she hadn’t expected to be lectured at for an hour but thats what happened. They provided water during the seccion and that was single most interesting thing there. Whilst ignoring some head girl drone on about rules and what and whatnot to do, Hermione drank several glasses of water. Being able to tell students off for doing things was quite amusing for Hermione, but these meetings always made her want to die. Ginny wasn’t doing any better. For her the only thing that mattered was the password to get into Gryffindor tower. She knew the rules, she knew all the procedures one must take in the face of someone committing a minor offence. She was 90% sure no one was going to go on a killing spree no matter how much they wanted to. She made sure to drink water they provided as she knew the trolley witch had already made her rounds. Once the meeting was over Ginny gladly stretched her arms. Sitting there had been one of the most boring things she has taken part in recently. As the leave the room Ginny whispers into Hermione’s ear, “That was sooooo boring, was it like this last year?” Hermione turned her head to look at Ginny, “Last year the Head people were much better.” The two of them made their way through the hallway until they came across the cabin in which contained Harry and Luna. When they entered they were hit by a gust of warm air and the voices of Harry and Luna greeting them. Hermione took a seat next to Harry and Ginny took one opposite of her. Harry offered them both some sweets and soon enough the cabin was filled with joy and laughter. Luna was quite pleased of the arrivals of the two. They brought more life to conversation. Her urge to piss was growing constantly but she hadn’t yet felt the need to relieve herself. The ride carried on for a while with everyone trying different flavors of Bertie Bott's  Every Flavor Beans and talking about life. Several minutes later Hermione was starting to feel the nagging sensation in her bladder. She simply pressed her thighs together and carried on. At this point Luna figured it would simply be easier to let out the contents of her bladder. Thus she stood up and made her way to the bathroom. On her way there the train turned and threw Luna against the wall. Luna unsuspecting of the sudden movements leaved into her underwear. It was no problem as she would soon reach the bathroom. As she reached where the single womens bathroom usually sat, she noticed it was empty. Not the bathroom but the space itself. The bathroom simply didn’t exist anymore. The males did however  leading her to believe this was a prank presumably by a male. She wasn’t sure who would due this, but she simply removed her wet underwear, unwilling  to sit with a wet crotch, and make her way back to the cabin. On her way back a voice could be heard throughout the train. “‘Excuse me ladies and  gentlemen, but there seems to  be an Issue concerning the women's bathroom, it’s simply not there anymore. To whoever did this they will be punished appropriately and to those needing the bathroom, he hope you will be alright until the situation can get sorted out.” Hermione was not impressed by the actions of the person who did this but was not overly concerned at the time. Her need to pee was minimal and she was certain she would last until the end of the train ride. Ginny on the other hand was nervous. While she didn’t need to pee right now, she was aware of the amount of liquid she drank and was sure she would be needing the toilet soon, but for now all she could do was wait Luna mader her way to her previous seat and made herself comfortable. She knew she was no longer wearing underwear so she made sure to keep her legs together. She slipped her wet underwear into her trunk without anyone noticing and they continued their conversation. Harry looked around the cabin, it was now 45 minutes later and he could see a common theme between everyone. Ginny’s foot was tapping the ground at an urgant pace and she couldn’t stay focused on anything. Hermione kept shifting her body weight back and forth and she hadn’t turned a page in the book she was “reading” in a suspiciously long time. Luna continuously stuck her hand against her crotch when she thought that no one was looking, and she too couldn’t seem to sit still. This brought a thrilling feeling to Harry who, disliked the thought of anyone especially his friends being in discomfort, but at the same time he couldn’t deny the pleasure this was giving him. It had been another 15 minutes and Luna wasn’t doing great. She could feel the fluid inside of her press against her urethra and beg for release and at this point she couldn’t do too much to hold it in. That is without magic. Luna had been desperate for a piss many times before and not only did that strengthen her sphincter muscles, but along the way she learned of some spells that would help her. She knew she was holding in more than her friends but no matter how much she squished her legs together, no matter how much she bounced up and down. She would have to pee eventually. Thus, she resorted to a spell. She gracefully snaked her hand under her shirt and placed her hand on her bladder. She could feel how hard and full it was and even feel it sloth every so often. Concentrating hard in her mind she thought of the proper charm and suddenly the feeling of urgency was lifted and she felt much better. What the spell essentially did was allow her bladder to expand to a greater size by minimizing her uterus. Hermione had been reading a very interesting book, but she couldn’t seem to concentrate due to the presence in her bladder.  After trying her best to ignore it, Hermione realized there was no avoiding the oncoming flood. Although she could perhaps make it discrete. Looking around she saw a glass container on the ground and she reached for it deciding that was her key to relief. Reaching into her trunk she pulled out a blanket and covered bottom half completely. Lastly, using her wand, she cast a spell that would prevent the other inhabitants of the cabin from hearing her. Then, she was ready. Slowly she moved her bottom to the edge of her seat and spread her legs. Under the blanket she sneakily held the glass container to her lips. She used her other hand to pull her panties aside and soon she felt the extacouse feeling of relief. She tried her best not to moan as it would bring attention to her. Soon her stream stopped and she went back to her normal state of reading with the bottle of piss kept far beneath her seat. Unbeknownst to Hermione, Ginny was fully aware of the relief that was taking place before her eyes. She didn’t comment as she wanted to save Hermione the embarrassment. This issue still stood, she had never felt this much tension on her abdomen in her life. Not wanting to wet herself infront of her friends, she stood up and told her friends she was going to see Ron, who at the time was on patrol. Gravity threw the large amount of liquid at Ginny’s tiring sphincter muscles. For a brief instance she felt as though she would be unable to contain it but it passed and she carried on. Not knowing what to do she simply walked the halls until she got an idea. As she passed the bathroom she could see it truly was gone. Which imbecile did this? She thought angrily despite knowing it wouldn't do anything. Then a thought occurred. Why don’t I just use the males bathroom? She didn’t care if anyone saw her, at this point she simply needed relief. Swallowing her pride, she entered the bathroom. One thing she liked about being part of the wizarding world was the bathroom were perpetually clean. The problem with the males bathroom was, there was only one toilet and the rest were urinals. This wouldn’t always be a problem, but at this particular moment the toilet was taken and judging by the noises coming from there, it would be for a while. This left Ginny with 3 options, piss in the sink, piss on the floor, or piss in a urinal. Peeing on a floor or sink felt wrong as piss was not typically meant to go there, but urinals. Urinals were pissed in all the time. Ginny walked over to the urinal. It was clearly built for someone that could aim and was taller than her. Not wanting to get her clothes wet, she removed them. Just her skirt and underwear of course. Standing on her tippy toes she was barely able to hold her genitalia over the urinal and she couldn’t hold it for so long. Her bladder was rock hard at this point and something needed to be done. With her thighs pressed together she looked up and saw a support bar that was parallel to the floor. Without thinking she jumped off the floor hoping her bladder could take it and grabbed onto the pole. From here she spread her legs as wide as she could and released the fluid she had been holding in for much too long. It all came out in a fast, thick stream and made a wonderful noise spraying the urinal. Around a minute later her stream slowed to a dribble and she was finally free. Hearing the toilet flush she swiftly grabbed her skirt pulled it up and ran. Luna knew both her friends had achieved relief and she wasn't sure how she would. There wasn’t anything to piss in, and she certainly did not have the nerve to go in the boys bathroom. Although she wasn’t quite as desperate as the other two were. Ginny and Hermione had left to do their rounds for patrol joining ron leaving just her and Harry. By now Luna was not sure whether she would be able to hold on until she could reach proper facilities. The extra room she got had been quite nice, but her bladder had already expanded a lot and she was unsure of her chances. “You have to pee?” The voice came from Harry and it caught Luna off guard. She was sure he wouldn’t address it. “Yeah.” She left it at that and Harry didn’t say anything else although she could see a tent in his pants. By the time the Hogwarts express came to a halt, Luna was doing absolutely anything and everything she could to refrain from pissing herself. Standing up gravity hit her hard, the copious amounts of piss she was holding all pressed on her muscles at once and she was unsure of her ability to stay dry until the feast. Well, no one could stay dry as by now rain was pouring quite heavily. Once Harry left the compartment, Luna pulled down her skirt slightly. She still wasn’t wearing underwear and her abdomen had swollen out several inches. She guessed she was holding at least a liter and a half. Stepping out of the train she was bombarded with rain and cold air. She could hear the loud voice of Hagrid yelling for the first years and could see hundreds of students waiting for the carriages to come take them to the castle. At this point Luna could not see herself making it to the bathrooms in time and took this prime opportunity to relieve herself. The sound of rain hitting the mud was quite prominent and she figured since she wasn’t wearing underwear all she had to do was stand and release. Relaxing her bladder, Luna spread her legs slightly and felt the orgasmic feeling of relief wash over her. The sound of her warm piss hitting the mud blended into the rain and it felt amazing. She no longer had to worry about holding herself or staying dry it just all poured out of her. It went on for a while until they were motion to begin walking. Luna still had a lot left in her so she simply let it out as she walked which took much skill and concentration. After a while her copious amounts of piss had been let out and she was free to enjoy the feast.
Nia has to Pee-a Xenoblade Chronicles 2 fanfiction by MasterXploder (Note: Contains spoilers up to chapter 2. Reader discretion advised) What an utter crock of bad luck. This was the one thought that repeated in Nia’s mind over the last few hours. What was supposed to be an easy salvaging job with her mercenary friends had spiraled into a fight for survival, against her former companions, no less. Everything since then was one bad turn after another, from crash-landing in a swamp, to that awful wanted poster that made her look like some kind of monster, culminating in her arrest by Mor Ardain’s most powerful Blade. Sitting on the hard floor of her cell, Nia had to wonder where everything went wrong. Rex was the most likely culprit to her. That cocky kid just had to do what he was told and stay out of their way, but then he went and bonded with the Blade they were trying to collect. Granted, she had no idea her partners would try to kill him afterwards, and he did help her out of a pinch at the swamp. She really couldn’t make heads or tails out of him when it came down to it. Nia groaned as she shifted her weight to take some pressure off her bottom. She was in no condition to be thinking so deeply right now, especially not when the worst part of her captivity was proving a constant distraction. It had been several hours since her capture, and in all that time, she had not been given the chance to relieve herself. Now that she thought of it, she did not have the chance to pee before they entered Torigoth that morning, either. All that time added up to a very full bladder, a constant source of discomfort and stress for the Gormotti girl. She had already done so several times, but Nia took another look around her cell. Nothing but a bed could be found inside the cramped walls, with no toilet or even a chamber pot for her to handle her business. Urgh, I thought even prisoners were supposed to have basic decencies. She thought about banging on the door and yelling at the guards behind it to get her something to pee in, but she would rather die before sinking to that. They already tricked her into giving up the names of her friends, no way would she give them the satisfaction of asking for the potty like a kid in school. But still, what was she going to do? It could be hours before somebody came through that door again, far longer than she wanted to hold it even if she thought it was possible. Her only option, it seemed, was to squat in the corner and spray the floor, leaving the guards a nice puddle to clean up once they moved her off the battleship. She wasn’t keen on the idea at first, but the more bloated her bladder got, the more appealing it sounded. Sure, it would make the room stink, but it was much better than sitting around in soaked clothes. Besides, it wasn’t like that door was going to open up anytime soon. Fate had a funny way of working sometimes. As soon as she had made up her mind, the door handle turned, grabbing her full attention as it slowly swung open. This situation, this door, all caused a memory from a similar moment in her past to enter the forefront of her mind. “Jin?” she called out, expecting the present to play out the same way. To her surprise, it was not Jin who entered her cell, but Rex, the last person she expected. “You all right, Nia?” he asked. “Rex, you…” Nia replied, sitting more upright. Just then, her Blade Dromarch entered the cell alongside Rex and bowed. “My lady, apologies for my late arrival.” Rescue had come for her, despite the odds. For the first time that whole day, Nia could feel a bit of happiness inside her. “Don’t mention it. I didn’t think anyone was coming at all.” “As if we’d leave you!” said Rex, holding out his hand. “‘Always help those who help you.’ That’s the second rule of the Salvager’s Code!” Yet again, Nia realized she might have been wrong about Rex from the start. “Yeah, well that’s you all over, isn’t it?” she asked as she took his hand and pulled herself up. “Nngh…” Nia winced once she was on her feet. The motion had caused her bladder to shift ever so slightly, letting off another wave of discomfort that made her body tense up for just a moment. Crap, I forgot about that. Really should’ve thought of popping a squat sooner. “Something wrong?” asked Rex. Remembering that eyes were on her, Nia stood up straight with her legs relaxed, despite her bladder’s protests. “N-no, just been sitting here for a bit too long. Need to wake my legs back up, that’s all.” Rex smiled. “Well, you’re about to get your running in for the day, that’s for sure.” “Rex-Rex!” yelled a voice outside the cell. A nopon Nia did not recognize leaned in from behind the door frame. “Tora has found escape route! Hurry hurry!” “A nopon?” she asked. “He has been of some assistance,” said Dromarch. “We made a new friend,” said Rex. “Ah. Nice to meet you.” Nia nodded. At that moment, three more faces leaned around the corner, forming a totem pole of sorts. “Well, I think we’ve overstayed our welcome here. Time to get moving!” said Gramps, who rested on top of a robotic girl’s head. As much as she wanted to keep staring at the oddly humorous sight, Nia nodded and replied, “Right. I’ve had enough of this place. Time for some fresh air.” One by one, they exited the cell and began their escape. Most of them worried about how and if they were going to escape the battleship. For Nia, however, the major question on her mind was if they would be able to escape soon enough to take care of her other problem. Her chance to pee in her cell was long gone; her best shot now was to wait until they got outside and then find a bush or rock to duck behind. It didn’t matter if they knew she had to go once they were free, but until that opportunity came up, it was better that they remained focused on escaping. The problem there was how hard it was to focus on the escape herself. Every step she took sent an unpleasant jolt from her bladder through her whole body. She was thankful to be running behind everyone else, so she could bite her lip and occasionally place a hand on her bladder to stem the tide. Come on, Nia, she thought to herself. You’re a tough Driver. Just a few more minutes, and you’ll get to have that wee. She looked ahead at Tora, who led the group through the battleship’s corridors. I hope to Elysium this nopon knows where he’s going. The good news was Tora knew exactly where they were going and the best path to get there. The bad news was that didn’t mean getting there would be fast or easy. She had expected some kind of resistance to their escape, but that didn’t make it any easier whenever Ardainian soldiers stood in their way. Not that those soldiers were a serious threat to a team of Drivers, but Nia was not exactly fighting at her best. She was forced to divide her attention between battling the guards and keeping her overdistended bladder in check. It was a tough balancing act, where focusing too much on one side meant underperforming in battle or another surge of pain from her groin. It took a little bit, but the party eventually arrived at their destination: the armory right next to the ship’s hangar. Against the odds, Nia had managed to make it with hardly a scratch, and completely dry trousers to boot. Told you you could do it, she thought. “Alright, we’re here. Now what?” asked Rex. “Now everyone go through hangar into outside dock, then friends all home free!” declared Tora. The warm optimism Nia felt back in the cell renewed inside her. That is, until she looked over to the corner of the room. “And what are we going to do about the big doors in our way?” she asked. “I imagine that’s what this control panel over here is for,” Rex said as he walked over and looked at its many buttons. “Let’s see… here we are! Door controls.” He pushed down on one of the buttons. All eyes turned towards the doors with the expectation that it would swing open. A few seconds later, however, and they still remained closed. “Why doors not open, Rex-Rex?” asked Tora. “I don’t know. I’m pressing the right button,” said Rex as he gave it another push, once again with no change in the doors. Seriously? This can’t be happening, thought a worried Nia. A blockade was the last thing she needed to see right now, the subconscious effect on her making the hold on her bladder feel more tenuous than before. “Poppi may have the answer,” said the artificial Blade. She pointed to the tubes and cables running out of the panel and along the wall. “Panel has no power running to it. Need to restore power before doors can open.” Following the trail of cables, Pyra pointed up to an electrical box on the walkway above them. “It looks like we could restore the power from there.” “Oh, but ramp to walkway is raised up!” said Tora, “How do friends get there?” “We’ll just have to find another way upstairs and into the passageway from there,” said Rex. “Wait, what!?” Nia yelled louder than she meant, making all eyes turn onto her. She blushed and immediately lowered her voice. “Er, isn’t there another way? Surely Pyra can use her powers to blast through that door like she did back on the ancient vessel.” At this, Pyra’s eyes drifted downwards while a hand rested on her plentiful chest. “Well, I would, but it takes a while for me to channel that much power. I was only able to make such a big blast back on the vessel because I had been asleep for so long, I had lots of power to burn.” “Hmm, I believe it would be for the better if we did not make Pyra overexert herself so shortly after she just woke up,” said Gramps from inside Rex’s helmet. “B-but…” “We don’t have time to look for another answer,” said Rex, already on his way out the door. “Let’s go before they figure out our escape plan.” Before Nia could protest any further, the rest of the party was moving past her and back out the door. Dromarch walked up to her and asked “Shall we be going, my lady?” Nia sighed and shook her head. “I suppose we don’t have much of a choice,” she said as she took off towards the rest of the gang. Nia had hoped it would not take long to find their way to the armory’s upper level. Unfortunately, their detour ended up taking them through the entirety of the battleship, and quite a few guards as well. The party tried its best to slip past them undetected, but tight corridors and half a dozen Drivers and Blades running about meant fighting was inevitable. And so, Nia found herself once more walking the tightrope between putting up a good fight and not soaking her suit. She did her best to maintain both, but the passing time and energy spent battling were taking their toll. Every step, every dodge, every swing of her blades made her hold on her bladder feel that much weaker, along with her confidence that she could make it. Her moves grew sloppy, with near misses becoming more frequent, only adding to her stress. It was a dangerous feedback loop, and she knew of how dangerous and silly it was, but what else could she do given the circumstances? It felt like hours, but it only took a few more minutes for the party to finally reach the walkway with the power box. As they rounded the corner, a sense of elation hit Nia once she saw she was above where they just were. Just a little bit longer, that’s all. “Let Poppi handle the power box,” said Poppi. “Tora will assist Poppi!” said Tora. “Right, I’ll see if I can lower the ramp,” said Rex as they dispersed to do just that. “Guess that leaves me for guard duty,” said Nia, turning around, wincing again at the urine sloshing about. I need to stop with the sudden movements. At least she didn’t have to worry about making another one for a little bit while she kept watch on the corridor they just came through. However, simply standing around had its disadvantages as well. Without the adrenaline of combat, the painful pressure became more pronounced, and with everyone else not distracted by a fight, there was little she could do to ease that pressure. The most she risked was to wiggle her hips while she leaned on the wall with her arm, biting her lower lip every once in awhile. “Nia?” But even that was too much, it seemed. “Ah! Y-yes?” Nia brought her wiggling to an immediate halt and turned to face Pyra and Dromarch, the two unoccupied Blades. Their eyes felt rather piercing to Nia at that moment as they looked with concerned expressions. “Er, did you guys want something?” A moment passed before Pyra spoke. “Are you feeling okay?” “S-sure, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” “I’ve noticed that your movement in battle is stiffer than usual,” said Dromarch. “Yeah, and you’ve had this strained look about you since we got you out of your cell,” said Pyra. Though Nia kept a straight face, she was anything but calm on the inside. Of course her partner in combat would have noticed her underperforming, but someone else’s Blade was catching on too? Things were quickly going from bad to worse for her. She had to soothe their worries, and fast. “Well, of course I’m tense. We’re in the middle of a prison break!” she responded, crossing her arms. “We all are, but sometimes it looks like you’re almost in pain when you’re fighting,” said Pyra. “My lady, have they possibly done anything to you while we were separated?” asked Dromarch. “They’ve done nothing of the sort. I’ve just been sitting in my cell ever since the interrogation.” Nia paused to sigh. “Look, I promise the both of you, as soon as we’re out of here, I’ll let you know what’s going on. I just really need to stay focused right now.” Despite her words, Dromarch and Pyra continued to stare at Nia with no change in their looks. Come on, quit looking at me. I can’t stand still like this for much longer! “My lady…” began Dromarch. “Power to door controls is restored!” declared Poppi. “I’ve got the ramp down, too!” said Rex. Finally! “Then what are we waiting for?” asked a smiling Nia, already heading towards the ramp. “Let’s get moving!” She did not see Dromarch and Pyra exchange worried looks, but she would not have cared even if she had. Freedom was near, and with that, the opportunity to squat and let loose the longest, most satisfying pee of her life. Nothing else mattered more in those moments. Nia stood by the armory doors, practically jumping in place with both excitement and the urge to pee, while Rex went for the control panel Just as she had hoped, the doors pulled apart this time, and the group quickly ran into the hangar, their goal being the bay doors leading into the Torigoth relay base. “Not much further to exit!” said Tora. “Not so fast, my dear intruders!” Oh come on, what now!? Nia felt her whole body grow more tense than ever. The hangar gates opened, and in walked Consul Dughall of Mor Ardain, along with his massive Blade. “Letting a terrorist from Torna out of my grasp would make me look very bad indeed,” he said while bringing his goofy waddling to a stop. Whatever he had to say next, Nia did not care in the slightest. All she could focus on was her aching bladder practically screaming in protest at yet another obstacle in her quest for relief. She had no time for any posturing this windbag had to make. “Sorry, pal, but you’ve done all the capturing you’re gonna do today,” said Nia while she drew her weapons. “Such impertinence for a dirty terrorist,” said Dughall. “Let’s go, Pyra!” said Rex, pulling out his sword. “On it!” yelled Pyra. Thus began their fight against Dughall. For as silly and harmless as he looked, the consul put up a solid fight against the party. This was mostly owed to his large Blade, however; as soon as any attacks got too close to Dughall, he would run and hide behind the Blade, letting it take all the hits while he stayed out of harm’s way. Such cowardice only angered Nia further. Making one’s Blade endure all the pain instead of fighting like a proper warrior was low in itself, but it also made the fight drag out for even longer, eating up what precious little time she had left to avoid an accident. “Get out here, you bloody coward!” yelled Nia, swinging her ring-blade towards Dughall, only for the Blade to block with its spear. “I don’t take orders from terrorists!” he retorted from behind the safety of his guard. The Blade did not talk, instead swinging its lance outwards to throw Nia off. She flew through the air from the Blade’s side at a dangerous speed, something that would have spelled a nasty tumble if not for her quick reflexes. Right before hitting the ground, she managed to right herself, skidding on her feet and hands a few meters as she touched the floor. “Nngh…” she groaned as she stood upright. She might have avoided taking a serious hit, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful regardless. “Gah!?” But soon, something other than pain registered in her mind. A wet warmth graced her sensitive regions, forcing her eyes wide open and legs closed tight. That swing had forced her attention off her bladder for an instant too long, allowing a dribble to escape into her knickers. It was not enough to seep into her outerwear for the moment, but even that little bit was too much in her books. “My lady! Are you alright?” Dromarch ran to her side. “I’m fine,” Nia replied through her teeth. “But we need to take this windbag down right now.” “I understand, but we must be patient,” said Dromarch, watching Dughall’s Blade swinging at Rex and Tora. “We need only wait for an opening and-” “There’s the opening! Now!” Nia wasted no time in running around to Dughall’s back while he was distracted. She knew it was a bit reckless, but it was not like she had any choice with her holding strength hanging by a thread. Nia stopped in her tracks as soon as she got within range for what she was planning. Hearing Dromarch’s paws hitting the floor as he ran up behind her, Nia backflipped onto his back as Dromarch opened his maw as wide as he could. “Dark Maelstrom!” They yelled together as a powerful blast of water and ether erupted from Dromarch, catching Dughall square in the middle, his screaming barely audible above the rushing waves. Meanwhile, Nia tossed her ringblades through the blast, empowering them with an extra dosing of ether before they struck the consul. She then jumped into the air as her weapons flew back, catching them and delivering one last powerful slash. The chaos in the hangar fell into silence as Dughall’s Blade came to a halt and fell over with a loud crash. Dughall himself swayed about, barely able to stay upright and conscious after receiving such a battering. “How? A mangy fleabag and a bunch of stinking kids…” mumbled Dughall. “My triumphant return… to Mor Ardain… with the Aegis…” was all he could manage before falling to the ground defeated. “Out like a light,” said Gramps. “That’s what he gets for trying to execute Nia,” declared Rex. Tora bounced up and down in panic. “No time! Talk later, Rex-Rex! We should escape!” “Masterpon is right,” said Poppi, “Chance of reinforcements is very high.” “Wait, everyone,” said Dromarch, looking over towards Nia. “We might have a problem.” The entire group turned its attention towards Nia, who did not look a good sight. No longer standing upright, she was practically trembling in place with a noticeable shine of sweat on her brow. “Are you okay, Nia?” asked Pyra, “Were you hurt in that fight?” “I-I’m fine, guys!” Nia forced out. “W-we just need to g-get off this ship before-ooohh!” Despite Nia saying otherwise, there was no hiding the pain she felt from another powerful shockwave coming from her bladder. Everyone could see her closed eye, grit teeth, pressed legs, and white-knuckle grip on her blades. “Nia!” yelled Rex as the party gathered around her, all wearing worried faces. Stop worrying about me and get moving! That’s what Nia wanted to say, anything to get them to back off, but she had to wait until this pain passed first. Just as quickly as it had happened, the shockwave ended, and Nia opened her mouth to speak. However, no words made their way out; instead, she let out a wide-eyed gasp as a far worse feeling soon replaced the pain. The wet heat at her groin had returned, much bigger and stronger than the last spurt. The dampness in her underwear turned into a full soaking as it now stuck to her crotch, the urine passing through it with ease. A dark spot formed on her suit, growing up and around her crotch and butt until it spread down her legs and into her boots. “No no no no no no!” Nia whispered, trying her absolute hardest to make the flow stop despite the damage it had already done. It was no use; her holding muscles had given out, and no amount of begging or effort would halt the ever-growing flow. She was wetting herself now; the only thing within her power was to stare in horror at her friends as the undeniable truth hit them. “What in the…!?” said Rex, reeling back in shock. “Oh no!” Pyra put her hands to her mouth. “Er, were we a bit too slow in our escape?” asked Gramps. Poppi tilted her head. “Poppi confused, Masterpon. Is Nia suffering from coolant leak?” “Nia have leaky-leak, but that definitely not coolant,” said Tora. “Oh,” Poppi’s eyes lit up. “Do you mean she is-” “S-s-shut it, all of you! Q-quit looking at me!” yelled Nia, her face turning as red as Pyra’s hair. She put her hands in front of her groin, but little could be hidden at that point. By now, several drops and broken streams spilled out of her outfit, making a clear tinkling noise against the steel floor. A hissing sound also came from her body, far different from the intimidating hiss she would make with her mouth. Rather than heed her advice, Dromarch walked up and looked with worried eyes. “Forgive me, My Lady, but why did you not let us know of this sooner?” “We’re in the m-middle of an escape, that’s why!” snapped Nia. “I couldn’t exactly p-put that on hold to visit the loo!” “But… we were worried that something was really wrong with you,” said Pyra. Rex nodded. “Yeah, just a little heads up would’ve been fine. And if it was slowing you down so much, then you could’ve, you know, handled it while Poppi was fiddling with the door controls.” “W-what!?” Nia balked. “You mean just s-squat and piss in front of you all!?” That sounds even worse than wetting myself! Gramps leapt up and smacked Rex in the back of his head. “You really must learn to better speak to a lady, Rex.” “Ow!” Rex rubbed his head. “Well, not in front of us! I meant like behind a corner or something.” Pyra stepped forward with her hands together. “Um, I would’ve stood guard for you if you needed me to, Nia.” “Poppi make good bodyguard and privacy protector, too!” declared Poppi, her arms flapping against her sides. “R-really?” Hearing those words caused the anger in Nia to fade away, being replaced with a warmth in her heart. Unfortunately, it only reminded her of the warmth on her legs, feet, and groin. She looked down at her soaked uniform with a grimace, her ears going flat against her head. Seeing the dark patches continuing to spread out while a puddle steadily formed around her feet only made the sensations feel that much worse. “Well, w-wish I had known that b-before,” Nia said, her voice choking up and vision getting blurry with water. “My lady, please don’t be so hard on yourself,” said Dromarch, “This unfortunate moment does not diminish my perception of you. I am just happy that you are safe and sound again.” It took a great deal of effort, but Nia turned her gaze towards Dromarch’s caring, blue eyes. “Th-thank you, Dromarch,” she said with a sniff, getting a noseful of the stench of her urine. “But, I don’t know h-how I’m going to get over this.” “If it means anything,” said Pyra, “I still think you’re a strong fighter no matter what, and I won’t say a word of this to anyone if you don’t want me to.” “Tora not say anything mean, either!” The normally-energetic nopon rubbed his head with his wing-hand. “Tora, er, can sympathize with Nia on this.” “Reminder set to change Masterpon’s bedsheets,” Poppi declared. “Meh-meh-meh!?” A patch of red instantly appeared on Tora’s cheeks. “Oops.” Poppi glanced away. “Poppi need to work on secret-keeping protocols.” Nia looked around at all of her comrades’ understanding and compassionate expressions. She had expected a smattering of mockery, ridicule, and bullying from soaking her outfit, but received nothing but kindness. What she had done to deserve the friendship of such company, she might never know. “And… what about you?” Nia turned to Rex, “Not going to call me a s-stupid little girl or something?” Rex shook his head. “Nah. That might’ve been the smartest thing you could’ve done about it, honestly.” “W-what?” For a moment, Nia completely forgot about the fact that was she was currently peeing her pants. “Little-known advice for salvaging: if you’re under the cloud sea and you really gotta go, it’s better to just hose your trousers and move on. That way, it’s not slowing you down, and you don’t end up hurting yourself.” “Really now?” That can’t be an actual thing, no way. “I haven’t lied to you yet, have I?” Even during one of the most humiliating moments of her life, Nia found Rex’s smile a bit contagious, as the corners of her lips slowly pulled upwards. “Are you feeling better now, my lady?” asked Dromarch. “A... little bit.” Nia wiped her tears with her sleeve. “Tora bet it feel good to not have so much wee-wee in body anymore,” said Tora. Nia had to admit, Tora wasn’t wrong. She may have hosed herself rather badly, but at least that awful pressure was finally gone, the last of it dribbling into her saturated outfit in that moment. Rex might have been onto something about it not being in her way, at least. “Y-yeah, it does,” said Nia, her smile growing into a smirk. “And now I know that if Rex was the one locked up, he’d have pissed his pants a lot sooner than I did.” “Er, well…” Rex glanced over at Pyra. “I would’ve just gone in the corner or something.” “What are you looking at me for?” asked Pyra. Gramps cleared his throat just then. “I believe we’ve dilly-dallyed here long enough. We should leave before more reinforcements arrive.” “Oh, y-yeah, we were escaping,” said Nia, looking over to the hangar door now open. “Let’s go. The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can get cleaned up.” The party all nodded before heading out through the hangar doors. Nia cringed as soon as she took her first step out of her puddle. Her pants and socks clung to her legs and feet, already growing into an uncomfortable, wet cold, and she felt a gross squish in her boots with every step. If this is what salvagers have to put up with, I’d rather stay a Driver, she thought while a shudder ran down her spine. The morning sun greeted the party as they reached the base’s dock, the entrance lying just before them. At long last, Nia’s freedom was just a short walk away, then she could find a river to wash up and clean her clothes in, putting this nightmare behind her for good. But of course, there had to be yet another obstacle in her way. A roar of blue flames flared up out of nowhere, blocking the gate before they could cross it. Two figures stepped through the fires, revealing themselves as Special Inquisitor Mòrag and her Blade Brighid, the two responsible for Nia’s capture and imprisonment. “It’s her!” Rex yelled. “And with her Driver too, this time,” said Nia, already feeling anger welling up inside her. “So they were waiting for us,” said Pyra. “Yes, indeed,” said Gramps. “I did feel like we got away a little too easily.” “I don’t know why I expected Dughall to slow you down at all,” said Mòrag in a calm voice befitting a military professional. Nia had a few questions in mind for the inquisitor, but her temper made her pick the one that mattered the most to her in that moment. “Oi, you!” she shouted, stepping forward with her legs out and revealing her accident for the whole world to see. “What kind of two-bit inquisitor locks someone away without even giving them a pot to piss in?” Mòrag directed her focus towards Nia, specifically to her legs. “Did you… wet yourself?” she asked, eyebrow raised in genuine surprise. “No thanks to you!” Nia bared her fangs. For a moment, the stoic and calculating inquisitor seemed at a loss for words. “My apologies. I had no idea you had been mistreated as such. I shall see to it that Dughall and the guards are reprimanded for this.” An apology from Mòrag the Flamebringer herself? Now Nia found herself unable to think of anything to say. “Y-yeah, well at least you have some sense, I suppose,” she replied, crossing her arms and looking away. “I will also personally ensure there will be a chamber pot in your cell once I have returned you there.” Mòrag swung her whip swords, launching them out to the sides to show that she meant business. Nia responded in kind, pulling out her blades and getting into a fighting stance. “Sorry, but after my treatment last time, I don’t feel much like paying it a second visit.” “Guess we’ll have to leave the questions for later,” said Rex as he and the rest of the party drew their weapons. “That’s just fine by me,” said Nia. Perhaps she would regret not getting any info out of Mòrag later, but right now, she just wanted something to take her anger out upon. She hoped that Mòrag had said her morning prayers already, because the inquisitor was about to deal with one pissed catgirl. (Note: Happy Holidays, everybody! Sorry this didn't come out exactly on Christmas day, but a late present is still better than no present at all! Hope you guys enjoy the rest of the year while I figure out which story I should write next... or maybe I don't need to do the figuring myself...) Edited December 26, 2017 by MasterXploder (see edit history)
Kelsey and Jo were two hot high school seniors, 18 years old (Kelsey almost 19 since she was born a year before) and they laid across their pool seats, gazing up to the sky.  It was a hot day as they sat by their pool.  A few family friends over.  Jo and Kelsey were sisters.  They had gone to the bathroom in front of each other before, but this would something else.  So,etching more graphic and humiliating than either had ever scene in their young pretty little lives.   Kelsey was a red head.  Her whole athletic body tan as hell and nails painted black.  They matched her black two piece swimsuit that stretched over her huge boobs.  She slept peacefully on her chair next to her sister Jo. Jo was a tall, athletic dirty blonde with a tan body, and a bit of an Italian accent.  Her suit was a two piece but a mixture of blue and white.  They both had belly button rings that were just put in.  They wore their hair down and all over the place across their shoulders. "I love the sun today," said Kelsey.   "Me too," said Jo.  She guzzled down her third bottle of water and tossed it to the side.   Kelsey had barely finished her first bottle.  But she did chow down some of the zealously delicious bacon strips from the grill their dad made and popped on a plate.  He was kind of a strict man.  He believed discipline taught responsibility but mostly how to be powerful as well.  Oh, of all days.  Of ALL days that could not be worst for these young ladies. Kelsey's belly growled loudly.  She clenched it as a pressure of unbelievable proportions started to fill it oh so fast.  "Errrgh," she moaned.  It expanded just a tiny bit, and he long legs clenched together tight.  Crossing at the ankles. After a little while longer Kelsey could not stop squirming from the pain.  She felt her belly expanded as it grew and grew inside and she held her cheeks tight.  She started to breath heavy, taking gasps through her mouth and nose.  She closed her eyes and started to shake. "Ok...um," said Kelsey.  "Ill be right back!" Just like that Kelsey ran like crazy up the porch stairs, through the screen door, and then ran up the stairs of their home.  Each step aching her belly more and more making she gag.m she stopped halfway and then fell to her knees.  She pulled with all her strength as she felt her Bowles and intestines burning like fire.  Sizzling and making her unable to take it much longer. She stepped and stepped until someone grabbed her ankle and brought her down.  It was Jo! "Hey!" Kelsey yelled.   "Out of the way I'm gonna BLOW!" Jo said running past her, legs tight,meet shuffling, holding her crotch, already releasing a spurt in front of her sister. They both fought around each other as they tried to reach the house one bathroom.  Pushing each other into walls, pulling hairs, they both even got caught in the doorway at one time.  Caught in the doorways, trying to break through.  Kelsey jumped onto Jos back as they ran, still fighting for their panties survival.   Then...they reached the bathroom door...and saw the horror: an occupied bathroom with a line! "NOOOOOOO!" They both yelled in terror through their tears.  They shook unable to stop themselves as the pressure was building up so bad.   "Oooooohh," Jo complained.  "My bladder is going to pop."  Her legs twisted over each other up to the crotch trying to prevent the load from exploding out of her in its yellow liquid blasting form.   Kelsey stood up straight and got behind Jo and the three other squirming girls. Kelsey kept her legs closed and butt cheeks squeezed tight as her arms clamped to her sides and made fists.  Her lips curved and eyes waters as the burning pain of the poo in her system ate away at her intestines and confidence.   They waited.  Those two poor girls waited and waited and waited.  There was one person left in front of them before they would be next at the door.  The girl in front of them was a white girl and kind of tan.  Kelsey and Jo bounced in torment doing a potty dance that was wrecking their bodies and confidence.  Finally the other girl went in, and Kelsey and Jo waited.  They both slouched over and could not stop moving.  Jos eyes opened up wide and watered as she felt a slight leakage from the bottom of her panties.  She was going to the bathroom in her pants right in front if Kesley! At long last that other girl finally left the bathroom and Jo started to run in, motioning side to side BUT Kelsey grabbed her.  Kesley could not wait any longer either and pushed past Jo to make it to the toilet and say in it, pulling her panties down waiting for release.Kelsey clamped her feet to the side of the toilet as her poo shot out of her like cannonballs of fire, and Jo pulled on Kelsey's hands.  Kelsey went in the toilet, Jo in her panties, they were going in front of each other and tears shot from their eyes of the humiliation.   "OH MY GOD!" A woman screamed for, behind them.  They turned around and saw a bunch of neighbors who came upstairs after hearing the struggle. Some covers their  eyes, others laughed, and the two girls on the toilet cried. THE END
Hello everyone, here's a one shot story (that might be continued, depending on your interest in it, my motivation, and mostly time...) that I hope you will like ! A story between a teacher and a student, again (yes, it is my passion !). Let me know if you want this to continue (I have a following part in mind but I'm not sure it's needed). Enjoy ! The mansard room As she looked around her office one last time to check that everything was back in order, Miss Rivers congratulated herself for making this small room such a warmfull place to discuss and study. Added to the ordinary teacher’s desk and chair, there was a large and colourfull carpet, a confortable sofa, two old and patched armchairs and a pile of cushions around a small low table ; on the walls there were two large bookshelves – filled to the brim – and a multitude of pictures, photographs and poems were sticked all around the room. There was a small closet and an only little window. The place was quite dark because of the masard ceiling and the lack of windows but Miss Rivers added a few coloured lamps to make the room welcoming and warm. Unlike her colleagues who prefered to use their personal office as a private place to grade their students’ papers and prepare their lectures qietly, the young teacher chose to share this room with her students so that they could continue to study in a more relaxed atmosphere. She was an english teacher and was teaching a CGSE’s students this year. Her office was mostly dedicated to them because of their important final exam. But this place was also always open for students who needed to talk. She was not a nurse, and made that very clear to her students at the beginning of the year, but she experienced herself some dark moments when she was in school and she never found someone who talk to back then. The funny thing is that she absolutely hated school when she was a student. But she actually discovered the desire to teach when she was experimenting difficulties as a student. Miss Rivers always told herself that if she was not okay with a situation then she would have to try to change it. That’s how she became a teacher, that and her love for literature. Books saved her life and she was absolutely certain that they could save a lot of lost students like she was. As she locked her office’s door, she thought about how she was considered around the school. She arrived two years ago in Harvis school in Porthsmouth and from the very beginning she shooked things up around the place. She was quite unconventional but if it bothered her colleagues at first she was soon respected by her pairs for her resluts with the students. She had an original way to teach, mostly based on discussions, debates and role plays, but she was a very hard worker and everybody could see it. Her students generally loved her because she was very dedicated to them. She didn’t only deeply wanted them to success in school (and tried her best to make them be better everyday) she also wanted, enven deeplier, them to be happy in their life. Her success came from three attributes : to be always optimistic, demanding and strict. As she drove back to her house, she thought about the day. Everything went well, her students worked intensely and she was respecting her schedule : the study of The King Lear was almost finished and they soon would start the reading of Jane Eyre. But she noticed something a bit unusual that day. Victor, one of her CGSE’s students, was working at her office after class with a few students and, as she was grading papers, she noticed that he still looked very lost. He was a transferred student who moved in Porthsmouth two months after the beginning of school, a few weeks earlier. Miss Rivers never had a chance to have a long talk with him and didn’t feel it was necessary until today. He was a serious student and had generally good grades. Until now she thought it was absolutely normal to feel a bit lost in this new town and new school. But students of the class welcomed him very well and he seemed to have made some friends already. However, today he looked distraught. She wanted to talk to him about it tonight but she had to leave the office with some students to sign a paper in the headmaster’s office and when she came back, he was already gone. The weird thing was that Victor seemed to have been waiting for her, letting his friends go back to their home while he was still sitting on the sofa. Miss Rivers was a bit worried. He apparently wanted to talk to her about something and finally decided to run away from her… She felt a pinch of guilt in her stomach. She felt that she had neglected the boy, stressing him about the months he had lost and that he had to catch up rather than seriously asking him how he was feeling. As she arrived home, she promised herself to have a private chat with Victor after class the day after. She woke up very early the morning after. As usual, she forgot some papers she promised herself she would grade for today’s class. She was used to go to school a few hours in advance, she loved to look at the sun rise up from her little window’s office. When she arrived at school, she enjoyed the silence floating along the empty corridors and regain happily the third and last floor of the building, where her small office was situated. She looked for her keys into her handbag and opened the door. As she turned on the yellow lamp on her desk, she startled as she noticed a large form on the sofa, hidden under a blanket (a blanket she kept in the closet for cold evenings). She tried to calm her heartbeats while stepping slowly to the sofa and almost stratled again as she recognized her student Victor’s hair and forehead. Neither the sound of the door opening nor the light on seemed to have waken him up. She frowned and stopped her instinctive hand from wakening the boy. How did he ended up here ? How could she had not noticed her presence after locking up last night ? Why didn’t he say he was still in the room ? Did he tell his parents he wasn’t going home ? She could not stop the flow of questions. This was the first time something like this ever happened to her. What should she do ? Realizing that his family could be sickly worried by now, she stopped thinking and decided to act quickly. With deep precaution, she kneeled next to the sofa and put a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder. « Victor ? » she asked softly. « Victor ? You have to wake up. » The boy frowned but didn’t open his eyes. She shook gently his shoulder and repeated her request. The young boy opened his eyes and Miss Rivers could notice a glow of panick in his gaze as he looked at her. He quickly closed his eyes firmly and moaned with distress. « Victor, look at me. What are you doing here ? » she asked with incomprehension. Victor didn’t answer. It seemed to Miss Rivers that he simply couldn’t talk. And before she could insist, she saw her student hide his face behind his hands. He was bursting into tears, violent sobs shaking him up. « It’s all right, Victor. I’m not mad at you. Calm down, dear. » she said, trying to make the kid stop crying. She was completely unarmed facing this15 years’ old boy crying like a little child. She faced a lot of tears since she started teaching but she never exeperienced this kind of cry. It was far from the usual break up sorrow or the usual fight between friends’ tears. No, this one was deep and juvenile. And she didn’t know how to deal with this. « Victor, you have to calm down, everything is fine. I promise. » she insisted. But it didn’t work. The boy was still crying, his face red and wet from the tears. As she was going to give up and stand up to call his parents, he grabbed the hand she had layed down on his shoulder. She suddenly understood that, for the first time in her life, words would not be enough to help or save her student. « Come here, my dear. I’m not going anywhere. » she said as she sat on the sofa and opened her arms. The boy let himself completely go into his teacher’s arms, but as soon as Miss Rivers hands touched his back, Victor fell back onto the sofa, hidding his face in his hands. It took a second to Miss Rivers to understand the sudden change in the boy’s attitude. She looked at her fingers with incomprehension as she noticed they were wet. The boy had peed himself. As he went to school this morning, Victor had decided he would not go back to his house, never. His dad had made the decision to come to Porthsmouth, Victor didn’t say anything, agreeing to do anything that could make his dad normal again. Despite the difficulty to leave his friends, his school and his house, he was willing to help his family to become a normal one. He was working hard at school to catch up from his late arrival, he was making new friends and was always smiling at home even when there was absolutely no reason to. As usual, he was okay to be the pillar of the family. But now, his dad went too far… He found his father in the basement drinking whiskey again, last night. He promised Victor he would stop. The teen was not okay to be the only one doing effort. He felt like his dad was giving up on him, again. So Victor made up his mind as he went to school this morning. He would drop off school to work and become independent. He had no need for an alcoholic father and made very clear these past six years that he was absolutely able to take care of his own. To make sure that nobody would have a clue about his plans of leaving school and his house, he acted normal all day. He worked seriously, ate at the cafeteria for lunch and even laughed with some friends. But he made a mistake by letting his friends convince him to come and work at Miss Rivers office after school… Miss Rivers was the only teacher he ever really liked. She was the only one who gave him the impression that she really looked at him, not only as a student but as a person. He never had been to Miss Rivers office and knew it was his last chance to experience the warm little office that evening. When he entered the room he felt a huge sensation of warmth in his stomach. The place was so welcoming, colourfull and soft. He suddenly felt his determination to leave the school melt. He followed his comrades and sat down at the sofa after greeting Miss Rivers, already installed at her desk. The group of young people was studying quietly while the teacher was grading papers. Victor was finding very difficult to play his role of normal student. He couldn’t concentrate, his mind was filled with doubts. His friends didn’t realize his distress, he didn’t have to worry. But as he rose his head from his blank piece of paper he realized that Miss Rivers was looking directly at him. Her gaze was full of worry and compassion. After an interminable gaze, she finally smiled at him with an incredible softness. Victor could not repress his cheeks to blush a little as he lowered his head. He had the horrible impression that she found out what he was planning to do… It seemed that nothing could be hidden from Miss Rivers, as if she was able to feel people’s emotions. As time went by, Victor realized that he couldn’t go back to his house to look at his dad getting drunk. He just couldn’t. He would have to find a place to stay. Anywhere but with this shameless alcoholic, he said to himself. He didn’t think about Miss Rivers’ office until the last minute. At 6 o’clock, when his friends were closing their backpacks to go home, it hit him. Why wouldn’t he stay here ? He could wait in the closet for Miss Rivers to go home and get out of the office early in the morning. No one would ever know he was here ! He closed his backpack as well but stayed in the office, telling his friends he wanting to talk to Miss Rivers in private. His friends didn’t insist and went out, accompanied by Miss Rivers who had to do administrative stuff. Victor thought it was a perfect timing and a a unique chance. He waited to hear the voices of his friends and teacher disappear in the stairs before taking his bag and coat to go hide in the closet. It was a very small one and even with his flexible body, Victor had to fold himself. He could feel his heart beat fast. What if Miss Rivers opens the closet ? What if she decides to sleep here ? He asked himself. He couldn’t bare the humiliation of Miss Rivers finding him in here nor would he survive a night in this akward and painful position. He retained his breath and tried not to make a noise as he heard Miss Rivers coming back. He could hear her preparing her satchel and putting the room back in order. After a second of silence he heard the office door closing. But then he heard a noise he didn’t expect, the sound of a key turning into a keyhole. He never expected the office could be locked. Miss Rivers repeated everyday that his office was always open… How could he have been so naive ? Of course it could be locked, it was just a figure of speech ! He bit his lips as he realized in what mess he was. He couldn’t get out. And Miss Rivers would see him in the morning. How could he have been so damn stupid ? After a moment of self flogging, he decided to get out of his painful hiding place and went back to the room. Looking around he thought that if it was his last time in this school at least it was the best place he would have been sleeping in for years. He decided to do his homework and tried not to think about his growing anger. He finished a bottle of water that was in his bag and tried to convince himself that water was filling the stomach as much as a plate of pasta. When he finished his homework it was 7 o’clock. He went through the bookshelves and tried to find a book to think about something else but his rumbling stomach, Moby Dick. He got a blanket out of the closet, lied down on the sofa and started to read. The book seemed to be fascinating because Victor didn’t even feel his bladder hurting until a rather desperate point. After 72 pages, he realized that he was moving his legs nervously. He stopped reading and felt a hard pinch in his bladder. He really had to pee and didn’t even realize it. Or maybe he just ignored it because he knew there was no way out. He looked at his watch, 8.33. His best solution was to try to fall asleep, that way he wouldn’t feel the pain and could wait until the morning after. He installed himself confortably in the sofa and went back to his reading. When he felt his eyelids fall, he turned off the light, put a hand around his crotch and let himself go through the night. Victor was a very mature kid for his age, he knew it. He had to face so many traumas and difficulties since his mom died six years ago that he was almost an adult now. But when he woke up in sweat, his hands desperately grabbing his crotch, his heart beating fast, he didn’t feel adult at all. On the contrary, he felt like a very little child. A rapid glance at his watch made him realize that it was only 1 o’clock. The room around him was dark and filled with silence. He sat back on the sofa and turned on the light beside him. « Fuck ! » he said, desperate. He felt a small patch of pee on his briefs as he woke up. He couldn’t admit that he had peed his pants during his sleep. And that apparently he wouldn’t be able to hold it long. After a moment of fidgeting on the sofa, he decided to walk around the room. He had hope that movement would calm down his urgent need. But as soon as he got up on his feet he felt a few drops coming down his penis and wetting his briefs. He moaned and squeezed his penis tighter. He sat back on the sofa, feeling incapable to put a foot in front of the other. He was keeping his legs crossed and both his hands were clutching his penis. Victor was still hoping that he could wait for Miss Rivers returns. He was absolutely incapable of picturing him having an accident in his pants, it was morifying. But he could feel his legs shaking and tears coming up in his eyes. He was feeling so weak right now. « Aaah ! » Victor cried as he felt a long spurt coming out of his penis and wetting his bum. He could feel his briefs completely soaked and his trousers getting wet. « Oh no ! The sofa ! I wet the sofa ! » he murmured, horrified. He let go of one hand to touch the sofa and check the mess he had done but as soon as he got off his penis he felt a succession of spurts coming out. Pssss. Pssss. Pssssss. He could hear the hissing noise of his pee wetting his bum and his upper thighs. He was soaked and so was the sofa. But apparently his bladder wasn’t done yet. He tried to regain control and grabbed his penis with violence, his legs moving furiously. He suddenly realized that he had an empty bottle of water in his bag ! If only he could stop himself from peeing in his pants and empty his bladder in the bottle, Miss Rivers would see just a little accident. At that moment, it appeared to Victor that it would be less morifying to have peed himself a little than completely. As if it would show that he was not a complete little kid but only half one... The only problem was that in order to get his bag, he would have to let go of his crotch again… Would he managed to do it without wetting himself completely ? He asked himself with worry. He tried to detached one hand of his crotch, finger by finger. When he arrived at the middle finger, Victor felt a long spurt telling him he could not win the war against his bladder. His trousers were now wet on half his thighs. Letting go a tear of rage he realized that he had to get his legs back into the sofa if he didn’t want to wet the carpet too… By doing so he was saying an absolute goodbye to his empty bottle and by that an absolute goodbye to his pride. It was so humiliating to prepare himself to pee in the bed. But he had to face it, he couldn’t do anything more. Nevertheless, he couldn’t let go of his crotch. He couldn’t bare the idea of peeing himself volontarily. He kept his legs crossed and his hands tightened as he felt spurts multiplying, longer and longer. After every spurt, Victor squizzed stronger his penis but in vain. He could not hold it any longer. He was peeing himself as a little child. After a few minutes of fight against his need, a final long and continued spurt of pee went down his penis, his bum, his legs, his feet. During the last minute of peeing, Victor cried silently, trembling in shame. The battle against his desperation lasted 15 minutes. 15 minutes of torture. The result was a wet teenager and a wet sofa. Victor couldn’t believe what just happened. The morning before, he was proudly saying that he was absolutely capable of being independent and there he was, crying and trembling in his own pee. He had peed himself ! He could not believe that he acted as a little boy. He acted as if he was 9 again. He acted as if his mother would come and tell him « it’s all right »… After a long time of crying, he finally fell asleep, forgetting where he was and what he would have to confront in the morning. His night battle had left him so tired that he didn’t hear his teacher coming into the room at 6.30 this morning nor was he disturbed by the light on. It was only when he heard Miss Rivers’ soft voice calling his name that he realized where he was and what happened. As soon as he met Miss Rivers gaze, he closed his eyes in shame and apprehension. It hit him, he had peed himself last night. He didn’t want her to see him like that. He couldn’t bare the shame in front of his favourite teacher. He felt his tears coming out, sobs hurting his throat. It was the first time he felt so weak since his mum had passed away. But when he felt Miss Rivers getting away from him, he got so afraid that she would never came back that he couldn’t refrain himself from grabbing his hand. Where was his independence, for god’s sake ? He asked himself while firmly taking his teacher’s hand. Not only his pants were a mess, his head too. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was doing the opposite of what he wanted to. He wished to be an adult but acted like a child… He felt himself fall desperately into his teacher’s arms. But as soon as he felt his teacher’s hands around him, he remebered his noticeable accident. Feeling absolutely mortified, he fell back into the sofa, hiding himself with his hands. She would know now. She would know that her 15 years’old student had peed himself on her lovely sofa. After a few seconds of silence, Victor felt arms grabbing him. Miss Rivers had grabbed him and was hugging him softly, repeating the same wonderful sentence. « It’s all right, dear. It’s over. » They stayed in the soft silence only interrupted by Miss Rivers’ voice, repeating the same sentence over and over until Victor’s tears dry completely. (To be continued or not – if I have the time and motivation...)
Kora slipped, or rather pushed herself into her tight pink leggings that cut off at the ankle.  She was a fit, Asian girl in her thirties.  Her black running shoes tight on her feet, tied, as she was going for a jog, and a gray sports bra that showed her arms all the way shiny and hot as it tightened around her big boobs that had a small tattoo on the top saying “Made in China ?”.  She took the elevator down to the lobby of her New York apartment building.  They had free water bottles every morning which she loved so she took one as she headed out.  She felt a slight twitch in her bladder.  She rubbed her belly.  “Oh.  Forgot to pee.  Shit.”  It was an average discomfort, very low towards her private area with slight pulses.  She thought she would be able to hold on.  She ignored it and continued her run. Kora sprinted out of her apartment building.  She always sprinted at the beginning of her jog. It was always nice to get started as she put one foot in front of the other in a face motion to get her a far distance before she slowed down.  You know, to reach the jogging speed.  Men (and some women) admired Kora’s tight, rock hard ass as she passed them and her cheeks jiggled back and forth.  Little did she know her bladder was also jigging at the time.  Kora had a bottle of water with her that she quickly finished off before tossing it in the trash at the side.  She waved to her fellow city goers who waved back.  It was around then, after making it about a mile into her run, sweaty, shiny, and exhausted, that her bladder pains (and urges) started to get the better of her.  “Oooh!” she moaned, pausing in place.  She held her lower belly, and felt it expanded a little bit over her waist.  Wearing things so tight one would think her bladder would be pushed in as much as it took to prevent this from happening.  She looked down, and her eyes widened in terror as she noticed her belly button turned into an expanded, bigger round thing.  Kora grasped her lower back against her kidneys, and hopped in place.  Her bouncing made her boobs jiggle and her tits stand out.  She saw a couple of pervetative men stopped close to examine the beauty.  “Pervs!” she yelled at them.  Kora sprinted away. The sprinting did not help Kora’s predicament anymore than she thought.  She may have run from the pervs, but her bladder pains were still very, VERY close indeed.  She needed to pee VERY badly!  Oh, how she wished she had remembered to pee earlier before she left.  She would never make it home.  She was not in the feeling of dying (yet) but if she did not take care of her lower urges quick, she would be dealing with that sort of pain (as well as a very big and humiliating mess).  Therefore, Kora decided to race down to the Central Park lavatory’s.  Public bathrooms were disgusting, but humiliation was worst. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta peeee!” she moaned as she ran carefully.  She traveled along the sidewalk path and reached down to her destination of relief.  “Oh my God!” she yelled.  Her eyes widened and watered at the horrifying sight of lines sticking out of the men’s and women’s restrooms.  She looked around as she jogged and bounced in place.  Her boobs and butt cheeks jiggled back and forth as she did this.  She noticed a few small amusement park rides set up.  Some snack booths as well.  “Oh, just my luck!  A freaking fair.  Of all times!” she grabbed her crotch tight and legs closed.  She did it briefly, just long enough to regain her posture.  She pushed and stuck her fingers in her pee hole just to remain steady.  She ran down to the line.  She stood there with her arms crossed on her chest on her big breasts and legs closed tight, bouncing.  She showed teeth as she jittered from the increase of how desperate she was.  Having a chill run through her as she could feel potential embarrassing accident.  “That can’t happen!” she thought. Ten minutes went by and the lone barely moved.  She breathed in and out heavy, her face cheeks (FACE cheeks, not talking about the other end this time) expanded in and out as she tried to take her mind off the painful pulses spiking from her bladder.  She felt it pushing against her vagina to exit, the ocean inside of her boiling and heavy.  “MMMMM!” It felt like she took a couple hard kicks to the belly to strain her. As she bounced, she looked over everyone who was in front of her shoulders to see how much longer she would have to wait.  Her eyes closed to regain focus on her strength to hold in the load.  She tapped the shoulder of the lady in front of her.  “Excu-s-se, mee!” Kora said, trying hard to focus her words together among the bladder pains.  “Mam, may I p-pplease cut.  I need to go to the bathroom REALLY BAD!  Please-AHH!” Kora said as she grasped her private area. “Hell no sweetie,” said the lady who was slightly older than Kora.  “You’re a grown up, freaking wait in line like the rest of us.” Kora continued to bounce as the pain grew.  She was going to start to lose control if she did not empty herself out soon.  “Oooooh!”  Kora pushed other ladies aside and tried to dash in, alas, they shoved her out.  She tried to get back in and they shoved her again. Some of them, including the younger girls, flipped her off.  Even worst, they would not let her get back in her spot in line.  Security came over to stop her and asked her to leave.  “But…but…” they said, “no butts miss.  Now please leave this park before we arrest you for harassment.”  Kora nearly cried bloody tears as she jogged away, bouncing her aching bladder and no doubt worsening the urgency of her desperation.  She had to go pee so BADLY! Kora ran across the street, ignoring pushing the stop signals.  Cars beeped at her as they nearly hit the bursting Asian girl.  Her belly which was exposed thanks to the sports bra was clearly swollen from her full bladder.  She stopped and jogged in place for a second, arms tight to her sides and hands in fists.  “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!” She ran into a diner and swept past all the tables.  She asked an employee who had just brought drinks to a table.  “E-excuse me.  Where’s your bathroom?” The waiter, a cute male her age, clearly aroused by her desperation, “In the back.”  Just as she ran he placed an arm in front to stop her.  “BUT…I’m sorry strict store policy, you need to buy something first.” Kora jogged in place and bounced, unable to stop at risk of flooding her panties like the second coming or something.  She pulled on her hair.  “Oh, come on!” “I’m sorry.  Rules.” Kora reached down to her pockets…except she had none!  They were tights.  While they did well in showing off her tight steel ass and muscular calf’s through the pinkness, they did not provide space for money.  “Shit,” she whispered.  Then she remembered she had a card in her bra with her ID.  She held her debit card out to the employee.  “Give me a muffin.  Anything cheap really.  I just need to pee bad please.”  She turned red as the humiliation settled in.  Oh, how humiliating it was.  Her legs crossed as she held her place. The employee could barely focus as all the blood drained from his brain and went to his dick.  This was so hot.  “Oh…um…sorry,” he said.  “But we don’t take debit cards.  Our owner hates new technology.” Kora’s jaw dropped.  “What…wha…What the hell do you mean?!?  These have been around forever.  And I have to pee!” “Sorry miss.” Kora cried.  She covered her face as she wept and ran out of the diner.  “This can’t be happening!” she said.  She then stopped on the sidewalk, knees turned inwards, hand at her crotch and pushing in to plug up her pee hole.  She bit her lips as she bounced.  She felt a warm gist go across her fingers.  “Oh no…” Kora was started to pee in her panties and she knew it.  And in public too!  She could not let this happen.  “Ahhhhh!”  She sprinted off, keeping her legs tight together as she made an awkward run across town. Not long after she found relief: a porta-potty!  She smiled and tears fell from her eyes of joy.  Even as her bladder was LITERALLY on the verge of explosion.  “Beautiful.”  She ran over and pulled on the handle.  She went in, shut the door, and just as she pulled her tights down and crouched, she saw the disgusting horror: there was pee AND poop filled nearly to the top of this porta-potty.  She jumped up with her back against the door.  Her lips trembled, legs shook, there was no hope.  She held her mouth and belly as she almost threw up from the disgusting sight of other people’s waste but also the intense, knife-stabbing like pain in her bladder.  Her legs crossed as she plugged her pee hole with all her force trying to hold back.  “Oh god!  Oh god!  I can’t wait much longer.  I have to go now.  I have to get home.” Kora sprinted out of the porta potty, catching attention of everyone around her.  Just then a major cramp shot up her leg and she fell over, grabbing her shin.  She yelped as her leg cramp matched the main of her exploding bladder.  People were staring and Kora felt butterflies fill her stomach and her face becoming bright, hot red.  Kora shook on the ground as she grabbed her crotch, holding back the waterfall of pee about to explode out of her vagnia.  “Miss,” a man said as he walked up to her.  “Are you okay?” The embarrassment and pain was so bad Kora could not take it much longer.  She shut her eyes and felt it: her bladder exploded! Pee gushed out of that girl’s vagnia in the public street in front of everyone.  She kept a hand on it which filled with pee as she tried to hold it back, but it was no use.  Kora was on her knees crying from the humiliation as her panties quickly filled up with warm pee and drained out of her tights and out to a huge puddle that formed on the ground.  A puddle of pee.  Her boobs jiggled from the orgasmic release, even though it was impossible to enjoy due to the people she heard laughing.  Her pinks tights ripped at the ends from having so much pee fill them up and expand the material past than what it should.  Even her belly button was drenched in the warm pee.  Her body just let it all out, emptying her huge tank.  When it finally dwindled down Kora looked around her and cried as people took video and pictures.  She ran away yelling, “Whhhhyyyyyyyyyyyy!”  This had to be the most embarrassing accident in the whole city’s history.  Just like in a boxer champion film, as she jogged, it was not a jog to celebrate victory.  It was a jog to her apartment and rest her humiliation.  Oh, the pain brought on by a single mistake of forgetting to go in the morning.  Poor Kora had it worse than she thought.  For from her bladder exploding she lost ability to hold it in, and needed to go to the doctor to get it taken care of. All across the internet that day people spoke about the City Girl Whose Bladder Blew! THE END.
(Naturally) Tanned skin, prominent six pack, good grades, good looks, good at sport, polite, kind, messy puppy like black hair, Hi I'm Leo . I am adored and loved by everyone in school. I was asked out by Lisa the most popular girl in the school. Lisa was known to always hang out with her best friends who were twins Ria and Mia. I was unsure but Lisa invited me to the big house pool party she was having that evening (it was a Friday). That evening I arrived at her house in a white tank top that revealed my muscular arms and semi tight jeans secured by a black belt. When I arrived there were already many people laughing chatting and dancing. I had a five cams of coke while I chatted with random people I had never met. Lisa made a short speech then handed out cake. Soon the party was dying down and people were leaving and I received a text from Lisa. It read Wanna stay over for the weekend? I replied with a yes after receiving my parents consent and followed Lisa to the sitting room once the last guests had left. Lisa offered me lemonade and said if I drank 20 glasses she would kiss him. I drank 20 glasses and Lisa pushed me down onto the couch kissing him passionately after 30 seconds she stopped after she heard me groaning. “I don't feel so good” I said the world was spinning around me and I was blacking out. I was woken by the urge to pee and tried to move, my head ached. Then I realised I was bound my wrists were bound above my head and my legs were chained shoulder width apart, all I could do was move my head. “Awake my puppy” said Lisa as she walked towards me. “Hi Lisa could you untie me?” I asked as I felt another twinge of desperation. “Why should I?” she asked as she traced my abs with her fingertips  “I gotta go” “Gotta go what?” “Pee” “Oh you want another drink” she said walking  to me with a large bottle of water. “Drink” she ordered I refused. “Bad puppies that don't obey their owners will receive punishment. RIA, MIA BRRING THE PADDLES!” In walked the two ginger haired twins each holding an oversized wooden ping pong bat. “5 swings each” said Lisa. Ria raised her hand and delivered one smack to my bottom I grunted in pain another followed this time from Mia. This continued until 10 smacks had been delivered to my bottom. “Maybe if you beg me while crying and calling me master I'll let you use the toilet” she said. “I'd never do that ever you” I couldn't finish my sentence as I felt my bladder relax for a second and a spurt release into my jeans resulting in an obvious dark spot the size of a grape. “Oh no is my baby boy wetting his pants!” said Lisa. She walked up to me and pressed on my bulging bladder. I let out a pained anngh. “Please stop let me pee. Why are you doing this?” “You can pee do it right now and I'm doing this to break you, now DRINK!” She forced a gag into my mouth that cause me to keep my mouth open but allowed her to poor water forcefully down my throat. Having no choice I swallowed as she held my nose. Another spurt was released this time for longer. I couldn't hold it much longer. Lisa smiled “If you hold it for one more minute I will give you dinner.” I suddenly because aware of my hunger but began to focus on my aching genital which was hard from holding. Lisa pushed down on my bulging bladder as she whispered 30 seconds more into my ear after what felt like 30 hours I succeeded. Then Lisa pushed really hard on my bulge telling me to relax I tried to hold it but the pressure was too much so I wet my pants. I felt my hot urine trickle down my legs and felt a shudder of relief after a few minutes of peeing. As a reward Lisa fed me a delicious Taco  and gave me a drink but only 20 minutes after the meal my bowels became restless. I tried to speak but Lisa had put the gag back in after my meal so any word I said sounded like gibberish. I wiggled my but from side to side and clenched my but cheeks wishing I could sit down or close my legs. “Does my baby want a spanking?” Asked Lisa but despite my rapid head shaking Mia and Ria reentered the room. I moved my butt more rapidly in an attempt to avoid my spanking but it was a bad idea. “Since you aren't being a good baby you will get 20 smacks on your bare bottom.” Lisa said. She slowly undid my trousers and pulled them down to my knees along with my black boxers. I felt heat rush to my face as I was exposed. Ria lifted her arm and I squeezed my eyes shut anticipating the first smack which caused me to scream in pain.  After the fifth smack tears were already building up but I refused to cry otherwise I would show I was broken. Finally Mia delivered the 20th smack and I cried out for the last time but my desperation was now almost unbearable my anus was longing to release. Ria and Mia put my clothes back on then left. Then Lisa came up to me and jabbed with an injection and all my muscles relaxed liquid poop exploded into my jeans at first then I groaned as a thick log wriggled it's way into my skin tight boxers. Lisa smiled and took out my gag. I grunted as I another log slipped out It was so painful but I didn't know why. “Make it stop, It hurts It hurts” I cried. “How can I make it stop you are the bad boy pooping your pants on camera.” “Camera!” I cried as I saw the red blink of a video camera in front of me. When had that got there! I held my breath and grunted again as log after log was pushed out of my anus. “Make it stop” I said again my voice barely a whisper. “Goodnight baby I hope you will be done by morning” Lisa said sweetly she turned off the lights and left. I’m not sure how long I pooped for but when I woke up my butthole was sore and my eyes were puffy and probably a bit red. Soon my eyes focused and I realised My ankles and wrists were strapped to the wheelchair and I was gagged. “It's okay baby. You are cleaned up after your big mess. Now it is time for breakfast. There were two slices of toast, nothing else. My gag was taken out and I ate obediently  surprised she wasn't forcing me to drink a lot of water. Then Mia and Ria entered the room with a gallon of water. I tried to break free, I didn't know what was in the water! “Goodnight baby” said Lisa as she injected me with something . “Hi baby boy” I woke up on all fours strapped down again. I was naked to but my gag was out. Someone was spreading my butt cheeks apart and trying to push something into my sore hole. “No stop that!” I cried my voice cracking. Then I jolted forward as lukewarm water rushed in. It felt okay at first but it was becoming more and more painful as my stomach began to swell. “No, NO I’M GONNA BURST” I screamed and wiggled my butt in an attempt to push whatever it was out. It was pulled out but something else was put into my butthole stopping the water from escaping. “Since you have been a bad boy by screaming you will be plugged for a few minutes and will stay in your dirty clothes for a day.” “Please master let me get changed” I whispered  “What was that?” I couldn't bare to say it again it was too humiliating. After about 10 minutes Lisa undid all my bounds. I tried to get up and escape but my body felt weak and lifeless. “No” I struggled as she tied my hands above my head. Then she put some white boxers and white trousers fastened by a brown belt. I was then put into the crawling position again but this time on a table with wheels. I was locked in of course the gag was put in and I was wheeled to the sitting room to an audience. Ria, Mia and two unidentifiable adults sat on the couch. “Leo, this is my mum and dad, mum and dad this is Leo.” Lisa’a mum smiled “Is he a satisfactory toy for you Lisa” “Yes I'll be trying something new on him tomorrow” she replied. My eyes widened in fear but I dared not speak to humiliate myself further. “Let the show begin” said Lisa. In a matter of seconds she unplugged my butthole then pulled my boxers and trousers back up as liquid and poop spilled from within. It was painful yet satisfying and my white trousers were brown in seconds. After my first enema I felt exhausted. My palms and forehead were sweaty but Lisa’s parents, Ria and Mia all clapped as if the show was normal. “Well done baby” Lisa whispered into my ear. “I was wheeled to the bathroom where my bounds were undone. The door was locked “You have 30 minutes to clean up then we will do homework” said Lisa from the other side of the door. I instantly removed all my clothes disgusted then I has a nice hot shower which soothed my aching muscles and sore butt. Once I was done I realised I had no spare clothes to wear. I called out to Lisa and she returned with one garment, an adult diaper. “I am not wearing that” I said my ears heating just at the thought of it. “Dad!” called Lisa and her dad appeared. I gulped the man was almost twice my height and probably twice my weight too. He grabbed me with one arm and dragged me to a familiar room from yesterday. He pushed me down onto a nearby table and handcuffed my hands above my head. Lisa handed him a gag. It had a baby dummy attached. He stuffed it in my mouth and secured it around my face tightly so I couldn't spit it out. “Lisa keep his legs up” said the man and she obeyed so my junk was out for all the world to see. He lifted up my bottom and slipped the diaper underneath he applied baby powder then secured the diaper then I heard something else click into place. A belt was padlocked around my waist so the diaper couldn't be removed! I struggled in an attempt to break free. “Bad baby, I think you deserve a smack from my dad” said Lisa. I was let free and attempted to escape however Lisa's dad picked me up easily and slung me over his shoulder and smacked my diapered bottom. My butt was still sore so I groaned in pain. I stopped struggling fearful of extra pain. “Good baby, Dad feed him the water then take him up to my bedroom. If he struggles spank him more.” Lisa left the room. Her dad removed the dummy them fed me the water and I drank it obediently. He  then led me out the room his hand firmly around my wrist. I was grateful to be unbound and knew I had no chance of escaping. I arrived in Lisa's bedroom where she sat cross legged working on the table. Opposite her was my school bag. Lisa ordered me to sit in a straddle position. I obeyed and her dad strapped my ankles so I could not move my legs. Then he left. “How did my books get here?” I asked. “I called your parents and asked for them to drop them off. They also gave me your school uniform as they are going to pick you up on Friday.” “But Friday was yesterday” “Next Friday” she said smiling as a look of horror spread across my face. “No more questions now baby or there will be punishment.” I instantly grabbed my books and started on math. It was easy of course for someone as smart as me but as I was nearing the 20th question (of 45 questions) I felt the need to pee. I squirmed as my legs were apart and tried to concentrate but my bladder was too distracting. I shook my leg restlessly and wanted to curse Lisa as she watched me helplessly try to keep my diaper dry. Then I felt her foot rubbing my throbbing bladder and slowly pressing down. “Stop” I cried my hands rushing down to stop my aching penis from leaking. “No holding” she said. Lisa got up fro her seat and sat herself behind me she pressed on my bladder but I obstinately held myself. “Okay then” she said and nipped my ear this took me by surprise and before I knew it my bladder was deflating. My diaper was expanding. I was peeing Ina diaper like a baby. I choked back tears of embarrassment. I continued my work until Lisa said time was up but I had finished nearly everything. Ok baby go and get changed then it is time for bed. I was changed into a fresh diaper then put in a room with one bed, one locked door and no toilet. Lisa had forced me to drink another water bottle but I didn't feel any need to relieve myself and fell asleep easily.  I am in a pool surrounded by friends. I tell my bff I gotta go. She tells me to go in the pool. I agree and do so. Suddenly a dinosaur runs in and tell me I have a committed a crime and as a result I will be thrown in with the sharks. I swim as fast as I can but soon the shark’s jaws close in. I woke up with a start my palms were sweaty my forehead was sweaty. I looked down. My diaper was full with my urine and a little had spilled onto the sheets. I had wet the bed in my sleep! Lisa walked in and laughed as soon as she saw my full diaper and wet sheets. “Couldn't hold it baby? You are such a bad boy.” She cooed. I wanted to sink into the ground. “Strip” she orders and I did so happy to get the diaper off. She allowed me to have a shower then told me to go to the dining room. I was met with a large spread. “Eat as much as you want but you MUST drink at least a gallon and a half of water.” Lisa commanded. I ate a little then drank a lot, ate a little than drank a lot. I felt full after a gallon but managed to power through another half gallon. “Here take this” she handed me a pill.  “What is it?” I asked. “Trust me you will need it” she replied. Somehow I believed her and took the pill. I blacked out only a few hours after waking up on the Sunday morning. I woke up naked and weak. I felt something stuck into my penis and something stuck into my butthole. I surveyed my surroundings. I was in the boot of a large car, gagged and naked! We were going out in public?  I wriggled and thrashed as weird strangled screams escaped through the gag. “Afternoon baby we are taking you out into the forest for a little fun!” I wanted to cry the last thing I wanted to do was embarrass myself in public. I needed to pee real bad and I knew Lisa would not allow me to use one and take pleasure in watching me wet myself publicly. Suddenly we stopped. I heard the boot open and squinted as daylight poured in. I felt the strong burly arms of Lisa’s dad pick me up and then I was carried somewhere I was put down and I felt my legs wobble struggling to hold my body weight. My arms were wrapped around something and my wrists were handcuffed. I tried to pull away as my eyesight adjusted. I was handcuffed to a tree naked. I pulled as hard as I could but to no avail. I lolled to my left. Lisa, Mia and Ria were watching intently as they chomped on snacks. I shouted curses at them through my gag but my mouth was forced open so it sounded stupid. I felt my eyes widen as all my muscles involuntarily relaxed. I felt pee leave me but it wasn't spraying anywhere! I let out a shout as I felt liquid entering my anus! “Aww my baby is giving himself an enema!” said Lisa her camera flashed as she took picture after picture while the twins videoed from different angles. I tried to stop the flow but my own pee continued to flow back into my other end. I let out a groan as my stomach began to bloat and expand. “I think my naughty baby is enjoying it too!” She said as she heard me groan again. After about a gallon had entered my anus I felt like a ballon about to pop.  “Make it stop” I screamed yet only pained screams left my mouth. Then I felt tears well up and stream down my cheeks. I was crying and breaking because of Lisa, I was reaching my tipping point. Lisa walked up to me and removed my gag as words rushed from my mouth. “I'll do anything master. I'm sorry for being a bad boy please let me stop filling my butt with pee please master.” Lisa smiled as she heard the words she had been longing to hear. I was finally submitting. She carefully pulled the tube that was in my penis out then she removed the one in my anus however she plugged my anus. “If you kiss my feet  while repeating how much of a baby whore you are and how you like peeing and pooping yourself I'll unplug you butthole” said Lisa. Without a second thought I kneeled and repeated “I am a baby whore who loves to pee and poop himself.” I felt my face burning as I could feel her stare, her dad’s stare and Mia and Ria’s stares on me. ‘Lick” she ordered. I began to lick her toes her ankle in between each toe, everywhere, until she was satisfied. I stood up my stomach on the verge of exploding. I felt her apply something then strap something to my lower area. A diaper. “Here is your toilet” she said. I wanted to scream at her but I was desperate to be unplugged. Lisa slowly slid her hands into my diaper and spread my butt cheeks. She teasingly pushed the plug in and out and smiled at my groans of pain and slight pleasure. Then she yanked it out and rapidly removed her hand as brown liquid exploded into the diaper. Gallons of water were finally leaving my body and it felt great and I moaned throughout.
Hi, all! I'd like to start off by saying that I hope you all had a great start to 2018! May the rest of this year treat you well! :) Now, I hereby present: the next installment! Sorry about the delay. I've added a lot more to my writing and slightly changed some parts. I've even introduced a new character! I'd love write more stories in different situations with these characters! Let me know what you think! WARNING! CONTAINS SWEARING, FARTING, AND IMPLIED POOP DESPERATION! - FANCY DRESS FIASCO - Stephanie was a woman in her early twenties. She had long, brown hair, hazel eyes, and freckled skin. She had travelled with her roommate, Riley, to a new year's fancy dress party that they had been invited to. Upon arrival, she walked through the front doors of the venue and felt the warmth of the interior hit her instantly. It was a lot more pleasant than being outside in the cold night air. She relaxed. She had consumed a fair amount of water over the course of the afternoon, so her bladder was already somewhat full. She stood in the lobby while she waited for Riley to join her. As this was a fancy dress party, Stephanie had arrived dressed as her favourite video game character. She was wearing a tight-fitting spandex bodysuit which had the characters outfit design printed on it. While the outfit was simple, it was most certainly effective. However, it wasn't the easiest thing to put on, requiring her roommate to zip it up at the back for her. Riley was dressed as her favourite film character who was an artefact hunter. She had donned a brown t-shirt, a pair of black shorts, and a pair of black lace-up combat boots, finished off with a pair of black fingerless gloves and black straps. Just then, her phone beeped, alerting her to a notification. She took her phone out of her bag and checked it. Her friend had sent her a text: Hey, heard you're at a party with Riley. You up for a dare? Don't answer, I'm daring you anyway! ;) The messages continued: So, it's no secret that you like her. I mean, like like her. This was true. Riley was a spunky and charismatic Irish tomboy who was of a similar age, and slightly shorter than Stephanie. She had a caramel complexion, dark brown eyes, and sported a long bob dyed brown with blonde tips. Stephanie had been in love with Riley ever since she'd first laid eyes upon her. However, despite their time living together, Stephanie had never been able to muster up the courage to tell her. While Riley was shorter than Stephanie, she had a much bigger bladder than her. While this meant that she didn't go as often as Stephanie, when she did go, she'd really go; something Stephanie found out soon after they'd moved in together. She'd stop and listen whenever she passed the bathroom while Riley was peeing. The sound was amazing and it turned her on, so much so that she'd almost been caught a couple of times touching herself outside the bathroom! I dare you to kiss her at midnight! You'll thank me later! ;) The screen faded to black while Stephanie stood there, staring at it. Just the thought of kissing Riley made Stephanie breathe faster and deeper and her cheeks turn red. "Y'alright there, champ?" called out a familiar female voice from the doorway. Stephanie looked over and quickly shoved her phone into her bag. It was Riley. "What's up wit'chu? Why so jumpy?" Riley asked as she walked over, "Loosen up a little! We're here to have a good time!" She stopped behind Stephanie and started to massage her shoulders, which caused her cheeks to grow even redder. "Ye feelin' alright? Ye lookin' awfully flushed." asked Riley. "Y-Yes, yes! I'm fine! I-It's just from the cold outside!" Stephanie replied. "Alright then! Let's stop dawdlin' and get in there!" said Riley, patting Stephanie on the back before she headed into the party. Through the next set of doors was a large hall with a decent amount of party guests already inside. At the far end of the hall was a stage with a DJ setting up her equipment on it. Food was layed out on a table to the left of the stage, while a bar was set up on the opposite side. The door to the right of the bar led to the toilets. Stephanie and Riley spent some time saying hello, introducing themselves, and catching up with those whom they knew. Afterwards, they both started walking towards the other end of the hall. "I'm dyin' o' thirst, drink?" offered Riley. "Exagerration much? You had two shots of whiskey before we even left the house!" replied Stephanie. "Aye, one to keep me warm and another for good luck!" Riley responded with a chuckle, "It's new year's! Don't worry so much! What can I get'cha?" "I'll have a bottle of lager." Riley went off to the bar and soon returned with two shot glasses, one filled with whiskey and the other filled with spiced rum, which she handed to Stephanie. "This... isn't lager." said a confused Stephanie, looking at the shot glass. "Nor is it a bottle!" replied Riley, laughing, "You're gonna chicken out on new year's? Live a little, girl! They have proper Irish whiskey too!" Stephanie wasn't a whiskey drinker herself but she did enjoy some spiced rum on rare occasions, something that Riley was well aware of. Riley clinked the shot glass in her hand together with the one in Stephanie's. "To the new year! Cheers!" Stephanie let out a sigh and smiled, "To the new year!" "Down the hatch!" said Riley as she downed her shot of whiskey. Stephanie soon followed suit. --- An hour and several drinks later, Stephanie suddenly felt the urge to pee. By this point, she was mid-dance with Riley. She was having such a good time that she decided to hold on for a bit. This was not the smartest decision. She had a notoriously weak bladder and would easily leak whenever she tried holding on for extended periods of time. However, she had been drinking and she didn't want to ruin the moment by suddenly walking off. Dancing surely wasn't going to help, but she was confident that she'd be fine for another half hour or so. Stephanie and Riley continued dancing together for a further hour before Stephanie couldn't put it off any longer. She'd been talked into multiple dances. She'd planned to take a break half an hour ago but it seemed that at that same point, Riley's favourite songs came on. She couldn't possibly leave Riley—the girl that she was so madly in love with—to dance alone. As soon as the song that was playing ended, she darted to the toilets. She rushed into the womens and looked around. All of the stalls were occupied. "Shit!" she thought to herself, "Please be done soon! Someone! Anyone!" She stood there, squirming about, trying not to think about her urgent need to take a leak. After a few minutes had passed, she heard a toilet flush and the stall door at the far end of the room opened. She let out a big sigh of relief. "Thank you!" she exclaimed as she hurried down towards the stall. However, at that same moment, Riley came charging into the ladies and ran straight past her. "Sorry, champ!" said Riley breathlessly as she dashed into the unoccupied stall and slammed the door shut behind her, locking it, "I'm bustin'!" Stephanie stopped and let out another sigh, this time with a pained expression on her freckled face. She could hear Riley undoing her shorts and whipping them off, along with her panties, seeing both drop down around one leg underneath the stall door. She turned around and leant foward, placing her left forearm on the counter while her right hand tightly grasped her crotch. She looked up and into the mirror as she tried to endure the magnificent sound of Riley's release. She stayed in that position for another fifteen seconds or so before standing up straight again. "It's no use." she thought, "I'm just gonna have to find somewhere else to piss, and quickly!" She quickly rushed back out of the ladies, almost bumping into another woman on the way out. "Sorry!" she exclaimed as she ran back out towards the dancefloor. What was she going to do? Where else could she relieve herself in a place like this? She looked around and tried to assess her options. Her eyes locked on to a wine cooler on the bar to her right and she bit her lip. The bartender was nowhere to be seen. "Maybe if I could get down behind the bar..." she thought, "...I could take whizz in tha--" She shook her head. "What am I thinking?! Of course I can't do that!" Just then, she noticed a door leading outside on the other side of the hall. Of course! She could go outside! It was dark enough. She ran across the dancefloor, navigating through the maze of party guests. "Sorry! Excuse me! Sorry! Thank you!" She eventually reached the other side of the hall and quickly opened the door. --- Stephanie stepped outside, holding her crotch firmly as she went. She knew that she had to find somewhere to go soon, and the cold air just made her need to go even more. "This is the worst." she muttered to herself as she struggled along the path. "Of all the places for this to happen." However, despite being in such an awkward position, she couldn't help but feel excited. "No, Steph! Pull yourself together! This is no place to wet yourself on purpose!" she thought. While she had purposefully wet herself multiple times before in the privacy of her and Riley's shared home, she had never done so in public before. She felt conflicted. She knew she shouldn't; it was far too risky. It was risky enough at home with Riley around! Yet, the excitement coursed through her body. Her tight-fitting costume put continuous pressure on her bladder. The party was still very much alive and full of people. The toilets were likely still occupied and even if they weren't, she couldn't possibly make it back in time now. How exciting! Stephanie shook her head as she continued along the path, letting out a small moan, "No! Snap out of it!" she thought, "I'm not pissing in my costu--" She quickly removed one hand from her crotch and placed it over her mouth. She had started talking out loud! Her cheeks turned a bright red as she stopped and frantically looked around to make sure that she was alone. Indeed, she was. "Fuck!" she exclaimed as she let out a deep breath, her hand now hovering in front of her mouth. She stood still for a few seconds before she caught a whiff of something. She sniffed her hand, before looking down at her crotch. She slowly removed her other hand, revealing a small wet patch. "Damn it!" She placed both of her hands back on her crotch and started walking again, quickly accelerating to a slow jog. She reached the rear of the building and hid around the corner, underneath a window. She could hear party guests inside, on the other side of the glass. "Doesn't look like I have much choice. This'll have to do." It was at this point that Stephanie realised how much of a faff it was to put her costume on in the first place. It was extremely awkward and she hadn't thought about ease of access at all. "Come on, come on!" she said frustratedly as she attempted to get her costume off. Eventually, she conceded defeat and realised that flooding her costume was the only option. She sighed. "Fine, but I need to be quick!" She quietly told herself. She leant with her buttocks against the wall behind her and relaxed. It took a moment, but she soon began to let loose in her costume. A faint hissing sound could be heard as the wet patch grew and expanded from her crotch. She could feel the warm wetness forming and making it's way down her legs. Her pee splattered onto the ground below as she smiled with relief. PRRTTT!!! She suddenly looked up and her eyes widened. "Oh, fuck no..." she thought, "...was that just trapped wind or do I need to take a dump now too?" She looked up at the window. As if the party guests would have heard her farting over the music! Nevertheless, given the situation, she was undoubtedly on-edge. She let out a sigh before looking back down and assessing the damage. She was now free of the need to pee, but how was she going to rejoin the party now? And what if she needed to poop soon? It appeared that finding a spot to pee in was just the start of her worries. After shaking off, she made her way back down the path to the door. When she got there, Riley was standing there, waiting for her. "So this is where you got to, eh?" said Riley in a relieved and slightly slurred voice, "I had to ask around and someone told me that they saw you comin' out here." Just then they both heard the party guests inside counting down. TEN! NINE! EIGHT! "Is almost midnight already?!" exclaimed Riley, "I loss track o' time after our fif-- seve-- ah, I don't even feckin' remember." SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! "Well, I guess this is it, champ!" said Riley before joining in with the countdown. FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! "HAPPY NEW YE--" Riley was suddenly interrupted by Stephanie who, as dared, had pushed Riley up against the wall and planted her lips upon hers. Stephanie stood still for a moment, coming to terms with what was occuring at that very moment. It was happening. She was kissing the girl she loved on her wonderfully soft lips. She reeked of whiskey but that didn't bother Stephanie one bit. Slowly, she pulled away and their lips parted. Stephanie's cheeks turned bright red once more. "Why d'ya stop for?" asked Riley seductively. Stephanie was surprised. "I wasn't sure if-- I mean, I-- umm..." she said, fumbling her words. "Don't you want to keep kissing your lover?" Riley asked. "Well of course, bu-- wait, what? You mean--" Riley interrupted her. "That I love you too, champ? Of course, silly! C'mere!" she replied, hugging Stephanie. Suddenly, Riley felt something wet touch her leg. "Huh?" "What is it?" Stephanie asked. Riley looked down. "You had an accident too, eh?" Stephanie was confused. "What do you mean 'too'?" "Well..." said Riley, clearing her throat, "...I may have uh... ...been a bit too keen to open the ol' floodgates. Things got quite... ...wet down there." Stephanie looked down at Riley's shorts and saw that they had a big wet patch on and around the crotch. They both looked back up at each other and smiled. "Well, I couldn't let'chu have all the fun!" Riley told her. They both laughed and embraced each other tightly. "I love you, Riley." "I love you too, Steph. Happy New Year." "Yes, Happy New Year." - THE END - Peace and love!  Edited January 2, 2018 by Fishy Removed an unnecessary sentence. (see edit history)
Service stations in 2 miles and 56 miles. Daniel debated stopping off at the station in 2 miles because he had been in need of a piss for almost three hours of the five hours he had spent driving today. He glanced across at his 3 year old sleeping daughter Mabel. She looked so peaceful, he didn’t want to wake her up and get her out of the car risking a temper tantrum. Although he really could have done with relieving himself, at the last minute he decided to chance it and wait for the service station in 46 miles.  16 miles later Daniel was beginning to regret his decision. He really needed to pee now, all the water he’d drank to keep cool on this hot summer day had made its way to his bladder. He squeezed his thighs close together and turned the radio on as a distraction.  The radio didn’t act as much of a distraction, and half an hour later, with 21 miles left until services, he was beginning to worry about not making it to the service station on time. He really needed to pee, and was bobbing up and down slightly. In his head he tried to convince himself that he would be fine, a 36 year old man should be able to go more than four hours without wetting themselves. In fact a 36 year old man shouldn’t even worry about wetting themselves.  With another 12 miles left, a traffic jam appeared. ‘Oh shit’ thought Daniel, as he gave his penis a quick squeeze. He changed the channel on the radio and found out that he was sitting at the back of a 7 mile traffic jam which could take up to 35 minutes to get through. This was exactly what he needed.  After 15 minutes, Daniel was regretting his decision to pass the last service station. He was now jiggling up and down, struggling not to wet himself as he couldn’t hold his throbbing penis or cross his legs. Daniel looked out of his window and saw a young boy peeing into the fields. The sight made him almost lose control of his own bladder. He so desperately wanted to relieve himself in the same way and wished he was a young kid again.  Daniel was so focused on his own desperation that he didn’t notice Mabel had woken up. He was now driving with one hand on the wheel and one hand squeezing his penis as tightly as he could.  “Daddy” Mabel said “I need a wee”  Daniel looked over at Mabel who was sitting with both her hands pressed against her crotch.  “Okay baby, we’ll stop off at the next station and get you to a toilet, okay? Do you think you can hang on until then?”  “Okay Daddy” Mabel replied, nodding her head.  Daniel was increasingly worried about both his own desperate need to urinate and his daughter’s. Although generally pretty good, Mabel had had a few accidents in the past. ”Mabel sweetie, you will tell Daddy if you can’t hold it in anymore won’t you darling?”  “Yes Daddy” she obediently replied. Daniel carried on driving, although he was sure walking would have been faster at this point. His bladder ached and he began to sympathise with Mabel who had been asleep for 6 hours and hadn’t peed for that entire time. Although she hadn’t quite drank as much as he had, she was still well hydrated and 6 hours was a long time to go without a bathroom break for a three year old. Her small body wouldn’t be able to hold on as long. He was really desperate himself and desperately craved relief. He placed his hand over his bladder which had become almost rock hard with all the fluids of the day. He was beginning to sweat due to the pain and intensity of his desperation.  “Daddy” Mabel began “I really really need a wee”  “Okay sweetheart, it shouldn’t be too much longer now”  he said, trying not to pee himself.  “But Daddy, I need a wee now”  Mabel was squirming in her chair, her legs crossed tightly and her hands pressed between her legs.  “Okay Princess” Daniel said, planning to pull over and let her urinate on the roadside. He knew that this would increase his desperation by a tenfold, but he couldn’t resist Mabel from the relief she could obtain due to her young age. Daniel had hoped for a more hidden area so that he could relieve himself too. In the traffic it was really difficult to move into the other lanes.  “Daddyyyy” Mabel moaned, squirming around crazily.  “Hold on Mabel, you can do this baby, keep holding on” Daniel said, moving his hand off his penis, sending a wave of intense desperation. He put his hand over Mabel’s leg and attempted to calm  her.  Daniel had missed his opportunity to stop off, seeing that the traffic jam was over and there was no hard shoulder for the next 6 miles, with the service station now just 4 miles away. Daniel picked up the speed.  “Mabel honey I need you to hold on just a few more minutes, okay? I know it hurts but I need you to do this okay?” Mabel squealed and squirmed “Daddy I can’t hold it in my wee is coming out Daddy stop!” ”I can’t stop here honey, but you just need to wait a few more minutes and we will be at the toilets, okay? Can you do that?”  Daniel felt really guilty and wished he could help Mabel. Mabel promised to try to hold on.  Daniel was dying for a piss himself and couldn’t wait to get to the toilets. Although most of his attention was being focused on maintaining bladder control, he did keep glancing over at Mabel, who was turning red in the face.  Mabel began to cry.  “It’s okay Mabes, sweetpea, you’re doing really well. You’re such a good girl Mabel, I love you”  “I need a wee weeeeeee” Mabel sobbed.  Daniel was so desperate himself that he almost missed the junction for the service stations, and had to turn off very suddenly. It was a really tense moment and Daniel started to think he might not make it off the motorway in time.  He was following sign posts towards the service station and battling his own desperation. David could not remember the last time he had needed to pee so badly, and didn’t want to think about little Mabel going through the same thing. Mabel was still crying and had started to say “I need a weeee” over and over again.  Daniel drove round the car park looking for somewhere to park his car. He was growing increasingly annoyed with Mabel as her moaning prevented him from trying to ignore his own need. He didn’t let on to his annoyance, constantly praising her for being so good.  He found a parking spot and pulled up, quickly running out of the car and scooping Mabel up. He ran into the service station, Mabel’s leg bouncing off his bladder with each step.  They made it inside and saw two signposts, one pointing left saying LADIES and one pointing right saying GENTLEMEN. Daniel ran towards the right and got to the toilets. Mabel saw the men’s room sign  “I’m not a boy Daddy”  “I know, honey but it’s okay just for today”  “I’m not using the men’s toilet Daddy”  Daniel didn’t have time for this today. He knew Mabel would throw a tantrum so he scooped her up again and took her to the ladies. There was a huge queue, but luckily the women took mercy on her and let her jump the queue.  Daniel waited outside, crossing his legs and almost doubled over. When Mabel was done she came out and Daniel tried to pick her back up.  “No Daddy, I can walk now.”  “Okay walk fast then” ”where are we going daddy?”  “Daddy needs a wee too”  Daniel and Mabel approached the men’s room and Daniel finally got the relief he so desperately craved.
I decided that after doing some spelling and grammar editing and adding a couple more sentences of foreshadowing to earlier paragraphs this next update is going to be everything so far plus the next couple paragraphs. It is a night so dark and stormy as to be almost cliched, wind howls, lighting flashes and thunder peels as a young girl runs for cover. Bri, short for Briana, is racing to get out of the storm, but is already soaked. The first thing to lose the battle was her chucks, she can feel her socks squelching in her soaked shoes. After 20 minutes even her water-resistant canvas overalls and chore jacket are starting to be infiltrated. As she races down 40-mile road she tries to decide how much of the blame for her current situation is her parents and how much is her own dam fault. They had yet another fight, about what she couldn’t even remember at this point. Probably the usual stuff. Her parents were stereotypically staid midwestern white Anglo-Saxon protestants. Bri was an out and proud bisexual tomboy, one of only a handful of students in her small high school’s gay straight alliance. She likes video/tabletop games, books, science, working on machines, film, makeup (especially special effects), and rock/metal. None of this sat well with her folks aside from her ability to fix the farm equipment. They fought constantly. Bri had recently turned eighteen and was about to graduate high school, she was hoping for a scholarship that would be her ticket out of here. Her grades were certainly good enough and all her friends were making their own escape plans. There was nothing holding her here. Her back up plan if she didn’t get the scholarship was to move in with/work for her cousin in Tannersville who owned what was possibly the last video rental store in the state until she could get a certificate for teaching ESL, save up for a plane ticket and visa, then jet off to Paraguay or Czechoslovakia. What Bri didn’t know was that she was about to get her wish just not in the way she expected.             Bri pushed these thoughts out of her head as she charged forward fighting the storm. She had been walking for hours before it hit and was about five miles from her house. But there was a gas station a half mile up the road Mr. Andrews the kindly old man who ran the place would let her crash in the back office and she could wait out the storm. However, something wasn’t right. As more lighting flashed in the sky she could see that the clouds had turned an eerie sickly greenish yellow looking color and seemed to be almost glowing now that she looked closely. Her heart began to beat faster as her first thought was that a tornado might touch down soon. Then suddenly more lighting flashed, and the clouds briefly turned a deep almost black plum color before going back to the previous yellowish color.             She didn’t know what the hell to make of it, all she knew was that she had to get to that gas station. Mr. Andrews had a storm shelter that could be accessed through the work area under the lift in the garage. If a twister was going to touch down, she sure as shit did not want to be outside when it happened. She could talk about this later once she was safe, Ms. Myers who had taught her Earth/Space science course sophomore year would probably find it fascinating. Suddenly there was a lighting strike mere yards in front of her causing Bri to fall flat on her but in surprise and shock. A loud roaring noise like the voice of God filled the air. Thunder peeled like an artillery barrage as lighting crashed to earth all around her. Bri was not a timid a girl and had gotten into a few scrapes and adventures in her eighteen years but this raw display of nature’s fury would have unnerved just about anyone and she couldn’t help letting out a scream. Suddenly everything went white and then she was falling somehow surrounded on all sides by a coruscating sea of blue energy the roaring noise seeming to come from everywhere and she felt a strange chill and could actually see frost forming on her clothes before everything went black……. After an indeterminate amount of time Bri slowly begins to come back to consciousness “What? Where the hell am I? What? What happened? There was that freaky storm and the bad trip and then I’m in the woods?” “What the fuck?!” Bri is in a meadow clearing smack in the middle of an unknown forest. Aside from the frost on her clothes which is rapidly sublimating into mist, everything is strangely normal. Actually, the scene is quite breath taking Bri thinks as the warm light of dawn spills into the clearing revealing that it is filled with dozens of varieties of wild flowers. But as she gets up and walks around something is subtly off about these woods. Not in a bad way just something is different, but she can’t quite figure out what. It’s definitely mixed deciduous forest like the woods around her house but there are lots of small inconsistencies. She doesn’t recognize most of the flower species and there are these weird vines that look like purple ivy with black round berries on several of the trees. Then there are the odd-looking squirrels with their bright red almost orangy coats and pointed ears with white tufts. Those along with several bright iridescent species of birds fliting through the trees are definitely not native to Indiana. Still why’ll she has always been more at home in town than the woods or fields, she still possesses a not insignificant amount of wilderness and survival skills thanks to the instruction of Uncle Brun. Using these skills, she strikes out into the woods trying to find her way to a stream or creek. She figures if she can find that; one, she’ll have a source of water, and two she can follow it down to a lake or larger river where they’ll probably be people of some sort. As she hikes through the woods, she can’t help but think back on the time she spent growing up with Brun. Never was someone more aptly named then the 6’9”, barrel chested, Norwegian American. At forty-three he still had a weightlifter’s physique and his head was crowned with a mane of fiery red hair and a bushy beard both neatly braided. He likes to hunt and fish and just spend time in the outdoors in general. He also happens to be gay and married to a husband of ten years who is both his business partner and best friend. Despite some casual bigotry people rarely bothered the big man or his partner, especially not after the evening back in November 2012 when six “storm front” bickers got rowdy in Mel’s bar and decided they wanted to do a little queer bashing… and promptly got their asses handed to them by Brun, who managed to take them out while inflicting minimal injuries. Despite his size and hand to hand skills Brun was a gentle giant and actually felt some small amount of guilt over the injuries he was forced to inflict. He especially loves children and most between age two and thirty in the town consider the big man to be a favorite uncle, Bri included. He would often take her and her friends on camping and fishing trips over the summer. This where she picked up the skills she was going to use to get out of these woods and with one hell of story to tell Brun. The weather is warm, and she quickly sheds her chore jacket tying it around her waist. After several hours of hiking she comes to a small creek. “Yes! Next stop civilization.” Bri, really thirsty after her hike, kneels down cupping her hands to scoop water from the creek as she quenches her thirst. However, as she relaxes by the creek the sound of running water makes her aware of another bodily need. Bri being used to hiking and camping doesn’t even hesitate as she stands up places her jacket on a nearby rock and unhooks the straps of her overalls. As they slide down to her ankles her black “Sisters of the Elder Fire” t-shirt and white full-cut briefs are exposed to the air. She slides her briefs down in one smooth motion as she pops a squat before letting go. Bri sighs in relief watching her pee shoot out from between her legs and splatter onto the dirt. After finishing she looks around for something to wipe with. The nearby cattails look perfect and she cuts some of the fluff off with her multitool and uses it to wipe with before pulling up her pants and heading off, following the creek downstream. Five days of wilderness travel have passed since we last saw Bri and this is where we pick up.....             As Bri continues her hike she keeps checking her phone to see if she can get a signal, the solar panel built into the case is keeping it running, but there’s simply nothing to pick up. It’s so weird sure signal can be patchy in the rural area where she lives but not even a hicksville part of Indiana has zero signal period. Out of curiosity she turns on the phone’s AM/FM function. At first, she gets only static but then she manages to pick up a few garbled broadcasts but can’t make sense of them. Frustrated she gives up and goes back to keeping her eyes peeled for food. She hasn’t eaten since dinner last night, if you can call a bunch of raw wild onions and cattails dinner, and is already getting hungry. She manages to spot a bush with what appears to be wild raspberry’s. Cautious about eating potentially strange fruit she plucks one off the bush and takes a tentative bite, her senses alert for the tell tale bitter alkaloid taste that would signal a potential poison. It is indeed a raspberry and very fresh ripe and delicious one. She rapidly downs two cups worth of fresh ripe wild berries the sweet sticky juices staining her mouth and fingers before she licks them off. As she continues walking Bri picks up several more nonsense broadcasts one them almost seems like a 40’s style news bulletin, something about fighting in Brosnaw? “Is that like in the Balkans or something?” Bri thinks to her self.  Bri continues her hike for several hours before coming across a most welcome site around six p.m. as the late afternoon sun is getting low in the western sky. “Oh, thank God. YES! YES! YES!” Bri can’t contain her excitement and relief as she starts jumping up and down. In front of her is a dirt road unmarked and just wide enough to be classified as two lanes. Bri exhausted from her ordeal decides to make camp under the large oak next to a stone bridge that crosses the creek, reasoning that eventually someone will drive by that she can hitch a ride back with. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time Sheriff McAllister, his deputies, or one of the neighboring counties’ sheriff’s departments had found her sleeping rough, picked her up, and driven her back to her parents. So, she gets to work making camp. First, main course; she takes some of the purple vine and nots it together into snares which she sets. Second, sides; she gather’s some more of the raspberries before setting them down safely along with some kind of wild onion she found growing next to the creek and some kind wild green that taste tested safe. Third, fire; She spends an hour collecting firewood for tonight making sure that she plenty, including a large amount of greenwood. She wants this fire to make a lot of smoke both to keep bugs away and to attract the attention of passersby. Fourth, bedding; She makes a platform of branches next to the firepit she’s dug then layer’s cattails, tall grass and leaves on top making what she like to refer to as a “monkey” nest. It’s now almost dark so lights the fire using her zippo and goes to check the traps hoping she’ll find dinner. It turns out to be Bri’s lucky day as she finds a rabbit struggling in her snare. She goes up to it and picks it up by the scruff of it’s neck. It’s naturally freaked out as it senses the reaper approaching, she can feel it’s heart beating like crazy. It looks at her wild eyed as she draws her grandfather’s K-bar from a sheath on her ankle. “Sorry little guy.” After bringing down an animal Brun always gave thanks to the spirits and Fryer/Freya. While she considers her self agnostic something like that seemed appropriate. “God, look after this little guy for me, please. Little fella, sorry again, but I have to do this.” And with that she brings the knife down in one smooth stroke cutting off the rabbits scream as a single tear rolls down her face.             Bri is sitting next to the fire thinking and enjoying the warmth that drives back the nighttime chill as she whittles a large stick she found early on into a spear. She wants to go fishing tomorrow in the creek; assuming a car doesn’t show up by then. She still feels a little guilty about killing that rabbit, but she has no idea if and when help is coming. This road could be an abandoned old logging road left for nature to reclaim or it could be that the whole county is under some kind of state of emergency after that storm and rescue teams are simply too overwhelmed to be looking for one person. Regardless she’s not going to panic; if she heads east she’ll eventually hit I-74 or state road 421. If she heads west I-65, north is Indianapolis. She figures she’s probably closer to I-65, so if she’s not seen any one in two days she’s going to head west on this road. That will give her some time to rest and recover sense her legs are killing her. Until then she needs protein to keep going and that rabbit is starting to smell delicious, guilty conscience or not.             After skinning and gutting it she figured the best thing to do was stuff the fruit and veg inside Mr. Rabbit and slow roast the whole thing under a bed of hot coals in a separate area of the fire, letting all the juices mix and marinade together. After stuffing the rabbit, she wrapped it in a bundle of tall river grasses and placed it in a separate area of the fire pit. Using a stick, she sweeps some of the hot coals on top covering it. That was two hours ago and Bri is now going to check to see if the rabbit is done. She sticks her homemade spear in to the coals, using it to dig out the roast. She leaves the tip stuck in the coals to char and harden as she checks the rabbit for doneness. Upon opening the bundle, she is greeted by a mouthwatering smell. The rabbit is now a golden-brown color with bits of char in places, Bri sticks the blade of her multi-tool in and the juices run clear. She carves off a piece chewing and savoring the wonderful flavor. “Well Mr. Rabbit I’m sorry you had to go out like that, but your sacrifice is not going to be unappreciated.” She begins to carve up the rabbit skewering pieces on sticks that she had whittled to a point and charred clean in the fire. First a bit a rabbit then a bit of fruit and vegetables. She soon has a neat row of rabbit kebabs on a bed of grasses and she proceeds to tuck in relishing her first proper meal in close to a week. “That was delicious the only thing that could have made it better was a cold beer and some of that fancy restaurant bread.”  Bri sighs contentedly enjoying the primal pleasure that is a warm fire and a full stomach. After about thirty minutes of relaxing and listening to the weird static’y broadcasts, something about the coronation of a new king in a place called Zeramar?. Bri gets up to stretch and try to work out some of the soreness in her legs. The sky overhead is breathtaking and bright with countless stars and larger smears of light possibly indicating distant galaxies. Something seems off thought, the night is almost too bright. Then she realizes the reason why…. There are two moons! “What the fuck! Was there something in those plants?!” But this doesn’t feel like a trip everything is to clear and solid and in focus. It’s just that something that shouldn’t exist does. She continues to search the sky but none of the constellations are familiar although that one star there might be Polaris but she’s not a hundred percent on that. She does manage to the spot the familiar light of the milky way which tells her that she’s probably at least still in the same galaxy. I wonder if I got struck by lighting and I’m going to wake up in the hospital any minute now with a story about a weird ass dream to tell. But that didn’t seem right either there weren’t the usual gaps in logic and continuity that signaled a dream. “This so freaking Twilight Zone like any minute I expect Rod Serling to start narrating. Wait could that really be it? That weird ass storm, there was that blue vortex, was that a wormhole? Did I just do like a Dorothy, John Carter, or Samurai Jack?” Bri is almost hyperventilating right now. “Ok calm down Bri everything is going to be fine, you’re going to find some people who’ll explain the weirdness and it’ll all make sense. Fuck! I really need a drink but I’m in the woods and there is no booze, so I’ll just have to deal. Okay breathe, deep breaths, in and out.” Bri continues to take several deep calming breaths as she tries to sort her headspace which has just had all the furniture upended and scattered by a thunderous cosmic revelation. She decides that the best thing is to focus on immediate survival and deal with the weirdness later. Acting on this she proceeds to clean up the camp moving the rabbit carcasses about a hundred yards or so away, so it won’t bring the scavengers to her camp but is still exposed so that the critters can still get something to eat. It just seems appropriate to do it that way. After washing her hands and banking up the fire she sits down to meditate and clear her head before drifting off into uneasy sleep around eleven. Ch. 2 Later that evening Bri is startled awake by a loud howl “Awrooooo!!!!” Bri still groggy leaps up adrenalin rapidly countering her drowsiness as million year old instincts kick in and she grabs for her spear. “Awrooooooo!!!” Bri senses alert scans the dark forest that surrounds the tiny island of light that is her camp fire. Then all is silent except for a small breeze that shake the tree’s. All is still except for the pixie haired young girl standing alert and practically vibrating with tension an anachronistic wood spear held in her hands contrasts with her modern clothing. The forest is dark and filled with shadows made by the swaying branches that seem to dance. Small moonlit clearings can just be made out. Then from the forest emerges the largest wolf that Bri has ever seen in her life….. The beast is huge standing almost as tall as horse with jet black fur. Beneath bright yellow eyes, gleaming white fangs drip saliva. Thoughts of national geographic documentaries about prehistoric megafauna, various DnD games, and the “Lord of the Rings” movies all play through Bri’s frontal lobe and hippocampus. Meanwhile her amygdala is shrieking and gibbering hysterically at the reappearance of an ancient enemy thought long dead, before running off to find a cupboard to hide in. The creature slowly saunters up to her camp. It’s yellow eyes and white fangs gleam with reflected light and it seems to have an unnatural lack of fear for either primates with sharp objects or fire. Suddenly without warning the beast lunges at her. Bri lets out a terrified and shriek that surprises both her and the wolf when surging with adrenalin it morphs into a war cry. Bri instinctively avoids the charge pivoting and bringing her spear to counter. It’s a hit and the beast yelps and snarls in pain as the spear jabs it in the shoulder. Spinning the spear in a flourish she screams her defiance. “Come get some bitch!!!” Bri has been in several schoolyard and parking lot brawls, mixed with hours of watching/studying Bruce Lee, and the various self defense techniques Brun taught her. So, while not the most skilled or technically proficient fighter, she knows how to handle herself. Which is why rather than charge in and waste energy she uses her superior reach and waits for the wolf to come to her. It is more than happy to oblige as it barrels in but Bri once again evades and counter attacks eliciting another shriek of pain from the wolf. “Ole, motherfucker.” The wolf backs off for a beat pacing in front of Bri, almost as if it’s sizing her up with an uncanny and almost intelligent? gaze. The wolf seems to charge again but it’s a bluff and as Bri moves to jab at the wolf she overextends and leaves herself exposed as the wolf charges in earnest this time. It hits with a force that would be the envy of any defensive lineman and knocks her to the ground. “Ayeeeeeehhhhh!!!!!” Bri gets her spear up to block just in time as the wolf’s jaws seize around the length of wood instead of her throat. Attempting to get free Bri lands several solid punches on it’s face but they don’t even seem to faze it. Thinking fast she jackknives up under it pushing up off the ground and….. Kicks the big bad wolf right in the balls with both feet. “AWOOOOOOOO!!!!!”. Seizing the opportunity as the beast rears back in pain she tries to jab the spear up through it’s mouth and the soft palate, right into the brain. Unfortunately, she misses, and the spear becomes lodged in its cheek. Still partially pinned she uses the distraction to pull her grandfather’s K-bar from her ankle sheath. And just as the wolf snaps off the tip of the spear she lands a solid hit with the knife stabbing it through the eye. This finally make it back off howling in pain. Bri gets in a few parting slashes before scrambling up the oak, just before the wolf jumps up to snap at her heels…. Bri scrambles ever higher into the broad twisting branches panting with exertion. She eventually finds an area were the main trunk has partially split, creating a little hollow that she can tuck herself into and rest without fear of falling. Bri tries to think of plan but really there’s nothing that can be done except wait and hope that either the wolf leaves or some one show’s up to scare it off. She checks her phone 2:00 a.m. Bri tucks herself deeper into the hollow and tries to get some sleep but just can’t, she keeps waking up every twenty to thirty minutes. The wolf is still there, she has no idea why it doesn’t just leave and go find an easier meal. It’s now around 4:00 a.m. and her bladder is becoming painfully full. She hasn’t gone since shortly after six but there’s nowhere to pee. Bri gasps as she suddenly feels a spurt escape into her panties. “God I can’t believe this is happening. Bad enough that I’ve been stuck in these fucking woods for close to a week and that Cujo down there wants me with fries and ketchup, but now to top it all off I’m probably going to piss my pants. You know what fuck that! If I’m going to piss my pants I’m going to do it on my own terms because I feel like it!” And with that Bri spreads her legs as wide as she can and relaxes her hold on her over taxed bladder. “Shit that’s really warm but surprisingly not horrible. It’s gonna suck though when this cools and get’s all sticky.” Bri’s panties are quickly soaked followed by the seat of her overalls and her groin. Eventually she soaked from ass to knees as a small puddle fills the hollow. “Well maybe I can get some sleep now that doesn’t feel like my bladders about to literally explode.” Bri thinks to herself as she drifts off back to sleep It’s 5:56 a.m. when bri next wakes up. The sky is turning that particular shade of grey that signals dawn will soon arrive. She is cold and clammy, and the wolf is still doing its best Grim’s Tales routine sniffing and huffing around the base of the tree. “Wow seriously? way to hold a grudge asshole!” She flicks the bird in it’s general direction. “I seriously hope some one shows up soon.” Bri can hear her stomach rumbling and it feels somewhat bloated. She’s going to need to empty her bowels soon. “Really? Really? Well this is just the perfect way to top off the day I’ve been having or is it days now? Might as well get this over with.” Bri pushes and grunts as a turd the size and shape of a bratwurst slides into her underwear. “Well I just ruined this pair of briefs might as well finish.” She pushes, and several more smaller pieces and then a longer piece fill her panties, smushing together. By this point Bri has stopped giving a fuck and just want’s a hot shower, a big breakfast, and bed. She doesn’t particularly care about the order. As Bri sit’s there in her mess debating whether she should try and make a run for it she hears a high-pitched whine coming up the road signaling the approach of some kind of vehicle. “Oh Fuck Yes! HEY!!!!! Over hear!!!!” Bri shouts at the top her lungs climbing out onto a limb and waving her arms wildly and swinging her jacket over her head. A pair of headlights stab through the early morning gloom. Charging down the road silhouetted by the first rays of dawn like the proverbial cavalry is a large boxy looking pickup. At first glance it seems to be pure vintage 80’s but instead of the roar of a gasoline engine it makes an incongruous high-pitched whine. The vehicle slaloms to a stop in a spray of dirt in front of Bri’s besieged campsite. Causing the wolf to snarl and turn to face it. Bri surprised to see what she first thinks is a girl but then realizes is an adult hops out of the passenger side. The person in question is only about four feet tall and has reddish purple hair and she starts yelling at whoever is in the driver seat. “Oh shit, Gwyn it’s the Warg and it looks like it treed whoever was camping here.” A brunette woman who appears to be in her late thirties/early forty’s and wearing kaki cargo pants and a white dress shirt hops out of the cab. “I see it Renny.” “HEY!!!! I’M UP HERE!!!” “We see you kiddo, hang on to something, it’s going to get all John Woo in a minute!!” the smaller person, Renny, yells. Bri drops down and hugs the limb, just as Renny claps her hands together in a gesture that almost seems like prayer before screaming “Combustar!” Her eyes glow with eldritch fire and a detonation roughly equivalent to a 40mm grenade rips through the clearing flinging the warg back several yards as it lets out an agonized howl. “Forza!” Renny brings her hand down in a chopping motion and it seemed as if the invisible hand of God had reached down and pimped slapped the warg as it goes flying even further. “Quit screwing around Renny and finish the damn thing” Gwen yells as she pulls some kind spec ops modded M4 carbine from a rack in the truck and begins firing off three round bursts at the warg. Which is now hightailing at full tilt for the tree line. Gwen advances in a low rolling crouched walk, continuing to let off bursts at the fleeing beast. Renny points at it a look of intense concentration on her face before she yells “Parazitaz!” The warg freezes unable to move… “Combustar!” A blast goes off like a landmine underneath the warg flinging it high into the air before it lands with a dull thud and is still. Gwen runs up to it triggering a burst. Click Click. She ejects the spent mag and with a practiced motion slams home a fresh one before placing her boot on the beast’s back and the muzzle against it’s head. Brurup! She triggers a final burst before yelling out “All clear you can come down now!” Bri can only stare in astonishment at her rescuers. After taking a minute to recover she shakily climbs down out of the tree… and promptly falls the last five feet landing flat on her back. This knocks the wind out and smushes her mess completely flat. “Owwww” Bri lets out a low grown that indicates pain that dull not necessarily intense just more I am so done with this shit kinda of pain. Gwen and Renny run up to her. Gwen “You Okay dear?” “Yeah I’m fine cuts and bruises, exhausted but okay…” Bri trails off as between the stain on her groin and thighs and the smell, the disaster in her pants is pretty self-evident, and both Gwen and Renny have clearly just become aware of it. “And yeah I kinda pissed and shit my pant’s because I was stuck in a tree all night with no bathroom, so yeah that was extra fun on top of everything else.” “It’s okay sweet heart, it could have happened to anyone.” “My names Gwen and this my wife Renny.” “How about you? Name and pronouns if you have any that you prefer?” “A… Bri… she/her” “Well Bri I figure you probally want to get out of these woods so what do say to coming back home with us? “That sounds great do you have food?” “Yep, hot bath or shower as well your choice. “Sweet! Wait…. earlier was that fucking magic!?” Bri’s mind has been racing in a million directions at once and between that + sleep deprivation she is just starting to process what happened earlier. Renny “Yep, your looking at one of the baddest sorcerers and artificers in the Zeramar region.” “Zeramar?” “Shit I’m not on earth, am I?” Bri’s legs start to give out and she sways a bit before Gwen catches her and has her lean on her shoulder. “Shhh, it’s okay dear, you’re going to be okay. I’ve been exactly where you are now. And it’s going to be fine. But right now, there’s at least another five wargs out there from that one’s pack and until a slayer squad gets here and can clear ‘em out it’s not safe here. I’ll explain as much as I can afterwards. So, let’s get you home and cleaned up, okay?” Bri nods and Gwen helps her to the truck. Renny pulls an old towel out from under the seat and places it on the middle of the bench seat and pats it signaling to Bri that she should get in. Gwen takes out the mag and ejects the round from chamber before tossing both into the glove compartment and placing the M4 back on it’s rack before climbing into the driver’s seat. Renny climbs in next to an exhausted Bri and buckles herseatbelt. As they drive off Bri falls asleep with her head resting on Gwen’s shoulder. Edited December 31, 2017 by YourFNF (see edit history)
They arrive on the bridge and its’ quite impressive. Rows of consoles with crew seated stretch three deep to an elevated catwalk in front of window. It is made of multiple glass panes, is dozens of yards wide and as tall as a two-story building. Just in front of the door is an elevated platform with some kind of large circular brass and wood contraption. Floating a few feet above it is a large cyan crystal that appears to be projecting a holographic display. Standing next to this a severe looking woman with raven colored hair and wearing a uniform screams authority figure.  Renny snaps a crisp salute as she approaches “Commander.” “Magus” “Her expression softens as a faint smile appears.” “You must be Renny, I’ve so heard much about you.” “All of it exaggerated I’m sure which is just the away I like it.” Her smile widens ever so slightly. “And you must be the off worlder I’ve also been hearing about. That took stones surviving that hellhole.” Gwen tries to stammer a polite reply. “Well feel free stand anywhere you like as long as it’s not too close to someone’s duty station; were about to take off.” The catwalk seems to offer the best views, Gwen and Renny positions themselves directly in the middle.” At 9:00 A.M. sharp there is series of loud thumps as the mooring cables detach and the transport slips the bonds of earth. Slowly, at about 52 mph it ascends in a wide lazy circle. Gwen watches intently as the surrounding farms and countryside grow smaller and smaller until they take on the distant gameboard appearance familiar to any one who’s traveled by air. After fifteen minutes have passed. The sound of various radio transmissions fills the bridge. “Transport #82, this is Transport #1112. Preparing to pull into convoy formation. Transport #447 also ready to assume formation.” “Acknowledged triple one two and four forty-seven.”  The holographic display shows two more transports pulling up behind in a ponderous yet strangely serene fashion. It makes Gwen think of documentary she saw on “Nature” about swimming elephants. A flash of motion catches her attention as several old school biplanes swing in long arc in front of the airship, wagging their wings as they go. “Transport convoy this is guardian flight we are preparing to assume escort formation.” “Acknowledged guardian flight.” Gwen’s attention shifts to the holodisplay, fascinated as she watches the planes take position fore, aft, and to the sides. A fifth one circles the convoy in a slow diagonal orbit. Renny and Gwen continue to watch the activity out the window for another ten minutes before they realize that they’ve been holding hands the whole time. They pull apart awkwardly, Gwen is holding her arms crossed and Renny is scratching the back of her neck. “Come on I’ll properly introduce you to the rest of “One Eye” squad!” “One Eye?” “It’s kind of an old boogeyman story about a vengeful specter named One Eyed Jack. Who naturally had lost one of his for his many sins. It kind’a ties into the whole command mystique of appears as swift vengeance from nowhere.” “Ah okay I get it.” As they walk off the bridge Gwen and Renny share a look before taking each other’s hands. Over the course of the two-day trip Gwen spends most of the time watching the scenery roll by or hanging out with Renny and her squad-mates. As they get close to Zeramar City the mood is oddly sober. “So guys I’ve got to ask, why does everyone seem so bummed?” Darom a burly dwarf is the first to answer “ ‘Cus were all gonna resign our commissions soon as we get back to the capital.” “Oh?” “Aye, it’s probably the last time some of us will see the others.” “But..” “Why do it?” “Oh, the army’s been good to us and I’ve happily served king and country but I’m tired.” “Were all tired” This time it’s a half-elf women Lidia who speaks. Durzum’s rumbling voice joins the chorus.   “Tired of death and watching others suffer as even with all your power you can do nothing.” A large dark-skinned man named Caleb chimes in next, his voice is deep musical and cultured. “Tired of being sent to broken lands to fix problems that cannot be fixed.” Darom “Some of us will miss the structure and sense of purpose that military life has.” “Not me!” Renny teases. “Oh we know you’re a wild one captain” The mood briefly lightens, before even Renny becomes more sober “I think I speak for all of us when I say I’ll miss the friends I’ve made along the way, most.” All as one “Here Here!!!” ……. “Were all going for drinks to celebrate our retirement towards the end of the month, you’re welcome to join us Gwen.” “Aye we consider you to be an honorary member of One Eye squad and insist on your being there.” “Really? all I did was fall out of a plane and hide until help literally stumbled across me.” “Listen lass! You survived a fall that could’a killed a hero from the dawn age! With naught but a small fracture and a motley collection of bruises! Then you hauled yourself across one the nastiest patches of mud in that whole bloody conflict to safety, alone and unarmed. They’ll be tellin that story for years!” Renny cuts in “You’re honestly one of the most badass people I’ve ever known.” Gwen's faced is flushed from both joy, exhilaration, and embarrassment. “I’ll be there”. She says as the whole squad smiles at her.
Ch. 5 “Flash forward through several thousand years of history. Wars, the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of kings, and the retreat of the elves. But also, the lives of ordinary folk those countless millions who make a nation possible. People raising crops and families, running shops, building the great cities. Or simply just trying to build a life worth living. Through all this that city is reborn as a phoenix so many times that historians have simply lost count. Where our story begins though is at a point three hundred years ago during the reign of king Leopold X crown sovereign of the kingdom of Zeramar. The country is almost at it’s current size and it’s about to begin its first round of industrialization. Leopold’s reign at first seems unremarkable he takes the throne at age forty-three and seems like a competent and able administrator, but there is a growing darkness in the man. Leopold slowly withdraws over a period of several years. He limits the number audiences and often sends proxies to state functions. He begins to confide in several close advisors that he thinks people are plotting to overthrow him or have him assassinated. First palace security is increased. Then he hires twenty handpicked private bodyguards and secretly has them taken to be mindwarped into fanatical loyalty. Nobody is aware of it yet but this the first line Leopold crosses, it will not be the last.” “He begins to suspect old friends, his most loyal councilors and even his own family are plotting behind his back. They want the throne, he must strike first. People begin to fall to the blades of unknown assassins. Then come the midnight arrests and purges. Supposedly they will be released after ‘vigorous interrogation to determine the nature of their guilt’, they are never heard from afterward. Everyone from bakers to high lords and ladies are made to disappear. Even the Archbishop Tedron senior administrator of the Gods Ward, elected and anointed by the council of all faiths is not safe. The kings chosen enforcers cut down his personal guard and hall him screaming from his carriage in broad day light, on a crowded boulevard. The council sends of letter of censure, roughly equivalent to catholic excommunication, declaring his actions anathema, and demanding Tedron’s safe return. Leopold is to far gone for a paper shield to be effective and has Tedron publicly beheaded the next day. Everything explodes simultaneously with two final sparks. “Leopold promised his dying father that he would always look after his nephew crown prince Aldric. His father had just died in border campaign, a flu took his mother several years before. The boy is now seventeen, possessed of a sweet and gentle nature, he is fond of music and the theater. Aldric is the heartthrob of youths of all genders across the city and is constantly surrounded by admires. Naïve, sheltered, but extremely compassionate, the prince was surprisingly not afraid of getting dirty. It caused quite a stir when he was seen bathing patients and changing bed pans in the charity wards of several local hospitals.” “Even the most radical antimonarchists seem to genuinely like him and he is popular throughout the country. Many hope that he can stop the madness. The boy and his uncle get into several heated arguments. Finally, one-day Aldric makes a serious error. Aldric and his uncle are having their final argument. Sensing a call to heroic action, filled with the brashness of youth and righteous anger; Aldric makes his move.” “Guards my uncle is no longer fit to hold the throne. You see yourselves that every day he becomes increasingly volatile and unmoored. By my right as crown prince and in the name of the holy Archangel Zariel and all the gods I command you to seize and detain him till a convention of succession can be called!” “You dare challenge me?!! YOU INSOLENT GOATFUCKING FOP!!!!” “In a fit of furious anger King Leopold X tosses his nephew from a fifth-floor balcony onto the harbor breakwater below. From this day forward, he will be known as Leopold the Forsworn and Forsaken. This is the penultimate spark.” “The final occurs mere hours later. Still seething with white hot fury. He lashes out at one of his fiercest critics. The woman known simply as Kendra. She is a mystic, a philosopher, and is considered to be the living spiritual heart of Zeramar. An advocate for the downtrodden she works tirelessly to better the fortune of those left behind by Zeramar’s progress. Her poetry is well known to bring even hardened cynics to tears. She has written numerous treaties critical of the monarchy. For this Leopold has her dragged from her house into the palace square. She is stripped, beaten, flogged, and crucified. When dozens rush to her aid the guards open fire. Word spreads like wildfire and within hours people are taking to the streets holding candles and banners/placards with her image, calling for the king’s removal. The council declares her a martyr and publicly denounces the king. A national strike is called. Compounding the error, he orders the protests broken up by any means necessary. There is a scuffle, shots ring out, and the rioting starts. Within a week all of Zeramar is embroiled in civil war.”
So I edited an earlier paragraph for narrative cohesion and am reposting earlier plus new material “Woah Woah hold on! Back the hell up! Nyarlathotep?!!! That’s fucking Lovecraft shit!!! Are you telling me that’s real?!!!” “Yes Bri, unfortunately it is.” “But how?” “Most scholars of the multiverse believe that everything is ultimately energy/information. People, objects, even entire universes have a pattern that repeats and ‘echoes’ for lack of a better term. Most often resulting in minor variations rather than exact copies. Everything that was, is or, will be; it exists in a swirling entropic maelstrom endlessly being created and destroyed. All of space all of time is it.” “So, it’s like what a mash up the Hindu world soul and Plato’s forms?” “That relatively close all though nobody understands it’s completely, I don’t think that even the ‘gods’ do.” Gwen is smiling with a distinctly maternal looking pride at Bri’s quick response.  “H.P. was a flaming racist asshole but he was also most likely a sensitive as well, able to tap into what one could call the collective unconscious, gestalt mind, or world of forms. That is the underlying dimensions closest to the chaotic heart of the multiverse.” “Wait does that mean gods plural in general exist?” “I don’t know if there’re actually gods or just sufficiently powerful aliens; I guess you could call me a naytheist. But yes” “Shit, wow that’s a lot.” Bri looks unsteady almost grey. “You Okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I just got pimp smacked upside the head with a big o’ll stick of cosmic understanding. I just need a minute and…” Gwen shotguns the last of her stout slamming the glass down “Probably something stronger…” Gwen looks concerned but nods at Renny who looks over at her before speaking “I’ll get the 182” “182?” “Our battalions custom reserve.” Renny plonks down a bottle of something clear in front of Bri. Its label is a simply a unit badge with 182 above it in big bold gold letters. Renny pours a shot. Which Bri knocks back in five seconds before slamming the glass down. The firing burn scorches her throat. “Dam that’s like best vodka on top of best breakfast!” “I’m good now, thanks Renny!” Renny simply beams. The ritual more than anything seems to have steadied Bri. “So are there others?” “Countless, all brilliant, mostly creative types. L. Frank Baum was thought to have had visions of the Fey Lands. Some believe that Lewis Carol actually recorded the visions of a girl with similar abilities.” “Okay so mind still being blown.” “Ready to get back to the history lesson?” “Yeah although I’m not sure necromancers providing Louie the 14th meets Dr. No with a bioweapon is any less of a mind fuck.” Everyone at the table can’t help laughing at this latest bit of snark.   “It was dawn on a misty November morning. A few solitary bursts of artillery fire weren’t unusual, typically it was one or both sides zeroing in the pan and elevation of their guns for a new target. Then the mists turned red and the screaming started. The winds carried the plague towards the rebel lines in circling the city walls. Within hours the casualties civilian and military number in the thousands. General Durman the dwarvish commander in charge of the frontline operations seals his command bunker. The doors are reinforced plate steel and lined with rubber gaskets while an elaborate purification spell keeps the air breathable. It won’t be enough. Within sixteen hours the bacteria have literally eaten the seals. It takes an additional hour for the screaming to stop.” “There surviving rebel forces launch a final desperate push breaching the walls in a barrage of artillery fire. They were largely unopposed as the remaining defenders had fled for their lives trying to escape the plauge. As they got into the city proper slowed however do to rubble and scattered pockets of resistance, fighting more to escape the executioners noose then out of any true conviction.” “It seemed like nothing could stop the spread of the plague in time. The conflict had just taken on a much larger dimension. But just when things seemed to have spiraled completely out of control, a peel like thunder split the air. An all-out cacophony that can be heard for hundreds of miles. It sounds like mountains crashing to the ground. A thousand voices singing in ten million languages accompanied by the ringing of countless bells. Massive booming grey thunder heads rolled in from nowhere flashing with lighting. Dogs howled and animals across the country went berserk. Mages, priests, and sensitives on Solanus and even planets dozens of light years away were struck down in fits by visions and ecstatic hallucinations. The instruments of off worlders began to detect a massive energy build up. Then the ground began to shake, and a massive denotation rocked the city shattering windows and knocking tiles off roofs. The clouds began to glow with golden light as the Archangel Zeraiel general in The Armies of Light appeared above the city in full glory. Witness accounts vary to its appearance but in general it is agreed that Zeraiel was roughly comparable in size to the Sear’s Tower. Some described it in terms of a massive humanoid figure with millions of ordinary sized faces making up its head. Others saw a gryphon with an antelope’s body and a human face. Most who saw it directly only reported a blinding light before collapsing into a seizure. Seven thousand lesser celestial beings attended it singing in voices of haunting painful beauty. The fighting stopped as people across the city ran for cover or threw themselves prostrate.”  “One person described the experience of hearing it as.” “I could see, no I was the whole universe. I could see it all, the whole universe, from beginning to end. Including my own life not just once but in countless variations, past present and future. I knew everything I had done or would do good and bad. I was balling because I was more sad, happy, angry, scared and just everything than I had been in my entire life. I simultaneously felt more alive and close to death than I ever had or ever would again.” “Then a loud voice cried out” “IT IS, WAS, AND SHALL BE DONE AS IS MY COMMAND, AS I HAVE BEEN COMANDED!!!!!!!!!”  “Everything went silent except for a tinnitus like ringing not an actual sound but an after effect of the sudden absence of sound as a wave of blinding white light rushed out ward from the city in all directions, to encompass the globe. Ships in orbit sent out panicked distress calls as their sensor arrays overloaded from the radiation surge, thinking some crazy bastard had set off multiple antimatter warheads on an inhabited planet. Finally all was still and silent…..”   Edited January 19, 2018 by YourFNF (see edit history)
Bri asks a few more questions before the conversation shifts to general geography and then pop culture. Which is basically a mish mash of different things from thousands of worlds. With Terran, Zeramarian, and several other local nations, plus a few major other species dominating. The world is generally more socially progressive than ours. The technology is all over the place running the gamut from Star Trek to Amish. Magic blurs the lines even further. Overall, it’s probably comparable to earth in the early 20th century. Local video broadcast is in its infancy, with radio and landline being consider state of the art by local standards. But Amdar Technologies has set up a comnetwork with full multiversal capability providing internet access to any one willing to pay. Although Zeramar has a contract for all government facilities and citizens/permanent residents can get free access at universities, schools, libraries, and rec centers. The family has satellite access to the network. By the time the conversation winds down three hours later dinner has been finished for a while and an exhausted Bri heads for bead early. Drifting off to a deep dreamless sleep. Waking up the next morning Bri walks into the bathroom only to see a naked Callie having her morning pee. Bri and Callie both notice her starring “What?” “Oh sorry! Still getting used to this!” Callie laughs “It’s only a vagina little sis! Do you have one?” “Yes?” “So, it shouldn’t be that surprising. Tell you what, we never got to do all the wild sibling shit as kids, so I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” Bri laughs as she pulls the night gown over her head leaving her in just her knee highs. She squats down facing Callie as both girls spread their lips and release their pee. Bri notes that Callie like her, no their, mom has much thicker lips and a bigger clit than her. What really catches her attention is the neatly trimmed patch of bubble gum pink pubic hair. “Wow when you dye your hair you really go all out!” “It’s not dye, I can naturally alter my hair color.” “Wow that’s really cool Callie!” “Thanks Bri.” The awkwardness now gone the girls finish getting ready as they make conversation. Given that it’s now almost ten o’clock Renny has made frittatas and fresh fruit for brunch. Gwen “Bri now that your part of this family we need to discuss the practical details of what that involves.” Renny “In Gnomish culture we have a phrase that roughly translates as “all as one”. Meaning that both in society we are both individuals and pieces of a larger by working together we develop are own innate talents and move toward a complete self. Both in society and the family everyone plays a role based on their innate talents and interests.” Gwen “For example I work at the university and together with Renny run an artificing and repair shop. We work on everything from magic wands, to tractors, to iPods. That combined with Renny’s military pension provides material support for this family. Callie does the books and generally handles the family’s finances and helps Renny with the cooking. Liam cleans and does general house work as well providing twenty percent of his UBI and payout from crowdfunding/ads to the family’s general fund.” “So, you want me to do some chores to help out? Okay that’s totally reasonable. I know that this isn’t a relationship based on owing people, but you guys have been great to me. I’m an adult now and I want to help out.” ….. “How is it that our youngest daughter is so mature? She sure doesn’t get it from me!” Bri blushes at Renny’s good natured teasing. “What do you want me to do?” Gwen “Well what would like and what do you think you would be good at?” “I’ve always gotten good grades but I also like working with my hands, could I help out in the shop and with maintenance around the house?” “That would be excellent, we’ve been wanting to hire extra help so that we have more time for research and ourselves. Do you want to go to university?” “Yes! Can I?” “Of course dear. Once we formally adopt you you’ll have your citizens card and can start taking courses in either summer or fall term right here. Or if you want you can go to any national campus in Zeramar. You’ll have to pass the entrance exam of course and take the subject placement tests but that shouldn’t be a problem for a bright girl like you.” “I think I want to stay here until I get my bearings.” “And were happy to have you.” Gwen is smiling from ear to ear. “So, we’ll start you next week at sixteen hours that plus your UBI check should put you at about the equivalent of $58k annual in US dollars.” “Holy crap flinging monkeys! That much!” Renny chimes in “Your family and the artificing business is good money because people that can do both spell work and have a STEM background are a vanishingly small group.” “Our family and our clan always treat our workers well and like I said you’re blood now on top of that.” “Thank you so much!” Bri spends the rest of brunch in amazed silence “I can’t believe how much had changed. A week ago, I was miserable and wondering what the hell I was doing with my life. Now I have this amazing chosen family, a cool part time job working with magic and scifi gadgets that pays great, and I’m going to start college soon. This is so freaking awesome!” Edited January 27, 2018 by YourFNF (see edit history)
The rest of breakfast is chaos manifest, all three teenagers leave still stuffing food in their mouths. Liam and Bri looking especially comical with donuts hanging out as they struggle to get their shoes on from their it’s a mad scramble to get into the Subaru that is the second family car. All three youths squeezed into the back with Renny riding shotgun. It takes them about 30 min to get into town, Brindmagarten is surrounded by twelve outlying villages like a clockface, a traditional Gnomish design. Cardend being the closest at 7’oclock. Gwen pointing out the local grocery cooperative and Callie the semi-enclosed row of shops with the arcade at the end.             Brindmagarten itself is gorges. Leafy treelined streets with buildings done in the traditional gnomish style featuring soring peaks and gables with connecting bridges. Although there are quite a few modern glass office buildings. Tramlines split the roads in half. They pull into a gated lot in front of a large imposing limestone building.  “Here we are the 22nd Territorial Civil Offices and Court House.” Gwen and Renny take Bri’s hands and lead her up the steps waiting for them are an elderly Gnomish couple. “Mom! Dad! So good to see you!!”             Renny pulls the two into a hug. Bri can see the resemblance in the faces. The man goes up to Bri and pulls her into a hug despite the height difference. “Tagark Finnthighearn and you must be Bri! We heard so much about, you all good of course” He laughs a surprisingly deep tenor. “Hells, I haven’t heard them this excited since Liam was born.” “Thank you Sir.” “Please call me gramps or papa Fin. Tagark if it’s too early for that.” “My God this guy fits grandpa to a T even if I weren’t joining the family I’d probably think of him that way. Sounds good papa Fin.” He smiles back at Bri “Halvi, dear or….” “Mama Fin?” “Well isn’t she a sharp one.”             Zeramar’s bureaucracy is relatively efficient by the standards of such things but it’s still several hours as they wait to meet with their case worker. During this time Bri’s grandparents give her the basics on clan Finnthighearn. Numbering close to five hundred total people, like most Gnomish clans it’s a quasigovernmental organization that defies conventional classification. It controls among other things a midsized pharmacy chain, a boutique accounting firm and several artificing and enchanting shops. Aside from the pharmacy franchise everyone working for Finnthighearn is in the clan, with the pharmacy franchises being largely independent cooperatives.             Eventually their number is called, and they are ushered into a small office. Bri finds herself in the embarrassing position of sitting on Gwen’s lap. “So Brianna or Bri for short correct?” Bri nods at the large orcish man “I’m Mr. Maruk and I’ll be your case worker today.” His accent sounds vaguely British. Now let’s see you came through a natural portal and as a licensed ascensor I can see the trace energy and verify that no further questions are needed on that. And you Mrs. and Mrs. Daniels- Finnthighearn?” He looks at Gwen and Renny. “You wish to adopt Bri as your daughter?” “We do” The two answer in almost perfect unison as they squeeze each other’s hands. “Normally for someone your age Bri we’d be hesitant to allow an adoption so soon after entering Zerramar because it allows you to jump straight to citizen status.” Bri looks noticeably worried. “However….” He smiles. “The Multiversally Displaced Persons Act of 7557 provides for the quick resettlement and integration of persons involuntarily displaced by acts of others or the Supreme Mover against their own will and volition. You being scooped up by a Gnomish clan actually saves the government a lot of money, both of us paperwork, and you a huge amount of stress. You’re incredibly lucky.             “Then there is the fact that in matters of family law we tend to strongly way each species culture in the decision.” Renny chimes in. “In Gnomish culture while you are technically an adult at around 18-20 your still considered a ward of your family until about 36-40.” “Ah so that makes it easier?” “Correct you would be our ‘Demkenara’, it’s a term for someone who has lost their family through some disaster and is taken in by a new clan. It’s been recognized by the courts for thousands of years. We tend to find the lost and fold them into our family’s. Something in our bones just won’t let us leave someone abandoned.” She smiles             “Which means I am more than happy to approve the adoption.” Maruk is smiling as all seven people erupt into yelling and hugging. “Now just one final bit of business.” He activates some kind of arcane device and Bri feels a surge of energy. “Let it be known that all statements are now on the record and under binding oath, please raise your right hands or equivalent appendage.” He pauses “Gwen and Renny Daniels- Finnthighearn, do you take Brianna into your household as culturally customary making her your ‘Demkenara’?” “We do” In unison hands clenched “And Brianna do you accept this invitation of your own free will and volition, with all rights and responsibilities inherent?” “I do.” “Then by the power invested in me as clerk of his majesties court I do witness and make binding this adoption. Done and ordered in the in the name of the free people of Zerramar and their chosen sovereign Ullrich II, in this the year 7619.” The ‘kachunk’ of a stamp hitting paper punctuates his statement. “Conragtulations to you all and may I be the first to welcome Zerramar’s newest citizen Brianna Daniels- Finnthighearn!”
I don’t usually post fiction but I would like to give it a shot here! Let me know what you guys think. Criticism is great and if you want a continuation just let me know :) ———————————- As a senior just starting their last year in high school, the last thing Kelly wanted to do was “branch out” to new friend groups. But her best friend had moved to another school district, she had switched schools because of an.... incident, and she needed an arts credit to graduate anyway. That is how she found herself auditioning for a play, somehow stumbling into a major supporting role, and spending her Thursday night doing a full dress rehearsal for opening night the following day instead of out enjoying the fall weather. She by no means was about to win an oscar but the people were nice enough and she enjoyed herself more or less so she wasn’t too upset, even if she was giving up her weekend for the stupid show. Their director, Mr. Crawford, was basically a drill seargent. A tall, severe looking man with a no nonsense attitude, he wanted everything to be perfect, no room for error, and no deviation from the proposed plan. While going through the hard run through without the usual gaps for giving direction or supplying a forgotten line, Kelly soon realized that she had a lot of stage time in quick succession and would only have brief breaks between scenes at the start of the second act. She briefly wondered if she should worry about this but brushed it off. After all, intermission was just before that and anything she needed to do could be done then. You see, Kelly’s greatest secret was her weak bladder. She’d had her fair share of close calls, and the aforementioned incident was when she wet herself in class at her old high school. And if that weren’t bad enough, she still occasionally wet the bed. It was humiliating, and Kelly had made it a point to keep this knowledge away from the student body of her new high school. She was determined that this play would not be what changed that but, again, she was reassured by the fact that she would have intermission to placate her bladder before her repeated appearances. And so, come opening night, the only nerves Kelly experienced were from the prospect of performing in front of much of the student body and their parents. She was pacing in the green room when Anne, one of the people she’d grown closest to and the star of the show, stopped her. She shoved a large bottle of water and a mug of tea into Kelly’s hands. “Drink” she commanded. Kelly blinked at her in confusion, only managing a confused “ermmmm” before Anne was giving her a reassuring smile. “The tea is chamomile and should help with the nerves. The water is to soothe your throat and wet your mouth. There’s nothing worse than suddenly realizing you’re dying for a cough in the middle of a line” she explained. I gave her a nod of thanks, quickly drinking down the water before sipping on the tea. Anne’s tips worked exactly as promised and with each sip of the tea Kelly felt herself relax, releasing the tension she’d held in her frame. As curtains opened, Kelly performed with confidence, delivering her lines flawlessly. As the show progressed her confidence only grew, or at least it did until the last scene. In the middle of delivering one of her lines, Kelly’s bladder suddenly decided to make itself very known, causing her to stutter for a moment. She recovered quickly but she could see Mr. Crawford’s expression grow stormy where he waited in the wings, even as she focused on the rest of the dialogue. When the scene ended and she exited the stage she moved to rush for the bathroom, after all intermission was very brief, but someone caught her arm before she could go very far. She gulped, slowly turning around until she was facing one very very angry director. “You are coming with me” he gritted out dragging poor Kelly to the green room. He immediately began lecturing her about her screw up but it all fell on deaf ears. Kelly was too focused on her growing need to pee and watching the clock, praying that Mr. Crawford would finish his lecture soon as the amount of time remaining in intermission swiftly drifted away. When he finally released her with one final warning not to screw up again, she made to rush for the bathroom but it was too late. The house lights had gone back down, the curtains were coming up, and she had to rush to the wings to prepare for her entrance. Cursing her luck, she moved to position. Poor Kelly felt doomed, she could barely focus on her bladder because she was so focused on getting her lines right to avoid Mr. Crawford’s wrath once more. After all, he determined her grade in this theater class and thus whether she would be able to graduate this summer. So she gritted her teeth and subtly pressed her thighs together whenever the focus was on another character.  It, however, wasn’t a sustainable game plan. Disaster struck as she took center stage to deliver her character’s monologue. Although her voice didn’t shake her legs definitely did, and out of the corner of her eye she noticed a couple of her cast mates whispering and then telling the director something. His eyebrows drew together in confusion, looking first at Kelly’s face and then farting down to her shaking legs and more importantly her crotch. Kelly knee at that moment that both her cast mates and Mr. Crawford knew what was going on. Anne’s character was part of this scene but all Anne could do was watch her poor friend struggle. As Kelly finally started nearing the end of her speech, after which she could dart off stage to, at the very least, find a quiet corner to yank down the thin, white bottoms of her costume, Kelley also felt the moment all hope was lost. It started as a slow trickle, dampening her pink panties, then it was a small stream, slowly spreading into the spandex material of her white costume leggings, and then it was suddenly a flood.  Kelly wanted to die on the spot but the look on Mr. Crawford’s face told her the only way she could make this worse was by blowing the last few lines. Her cheeks burned red, as she had to speak louder to be heard over the sound of her piss splattering across the stage, some onlookers gasping, and others flat out laughing. Her white leggings were getting soaked, her piss making them translucent with a slight yellow tinge, revealing her bright pink panties underneath. As her speech finally finished so too did her stream and Anne, bless her soul, moved in to recapture the audience’s attention to the actual performance instead of the spectacle that had just happened.  Mr. Crawford had been unsympathetic. He chewed her out for her irresponsibility and forced her to finish the show in her soaked costume since there wasn’t a spare ready and there was little time for her to change in between scenes anyway. Kelly suffered through the remainder of the performance and nearly cried when it finally ended. Luckily her cast mates were much kinder than her director and were quick to reassure her and make sure she got changed into something dry before leaving. Before Kelly could disappear to stew in her humiliation Mr. Crawford stopped her once again. She sighed, resigned to him telling her she failed when instead he stopped in front of her and gave her a considering glance. “I’ll give you this,” he began, “despite your.... embarrassing lack of control you performed wonderfully. As such I’m taking pity on you. You can continue performing, I’d be, dare I say it, glad to have you. But you will wear a diaper during the next performance so we can avoid a repeat of this debacle or so help me God I will fail you and you can spend your summer making up the class so you can graduate in the fall. Do I make myself clear?” Kelly nodded her head quickly, still attempting to process what he had just told her. “Choose wisely Kelly” Mr. Crawford warned, before climbing into his car and driving away.
Here’s part 2! Kelly sat in her car internally debating whether she should go in the theater or not. Could she really do this? She really needed this credit but was it worth wearing a diaper? And what if people remembered her accident and laughed at her again? The questions circled around in her mind endlessly until an aggressive knock on her window startled her out of her thoughts. Mr. Crawford was there standing at her door, he tapped on his watch mouthing “hurry up or leave” before turning and marching into the theater. Kelly took several deep breaths before finally getting out of the car and heading towards the theater. Maybe people had somehow forgotten her accident and maybe Mr. Crawford would have forgotten about the diapering. She headed inside managing to avoid everyone until she was grabbing chamomile tea. She needed it now more than ever as she worried what people were thinking of her. Anne approached her almost cautiously. “Hey Kelly! Glad you came back” Anne smiled. “Yea I thought I should see this through, I didn’t want to let you guys down. I know you would find a replacement but it would be so last minute.” Kelly explained. “Well it’s very appreciated” Anne’s eyes then darted down to the cup of tea in Kelly’s. “Are you ermmm, sure you should be drinking that?” Anne asked before dropping her voice down to whisper, “you know, after yesterday’s incident.” Kelly’s face turned red and she muttered a quick “I’ll be fine” before she noticed the director waving her over.  “I’m assuming you did not come prepared,” he said with no preamble. “I’m sorry what?” Kelly asked. “You’re not wearing a diaper are you?” He sighed, rolling his eyes as if Kelly was being thick for not knowing what he was referring to. “N...no. But I don’t think” “Well I do think” he interrupted shoving a somewhat thick diaper covered in small stars into her hands. Kelly turned scarlet and quickly hid it from view before her cast mates could see. “Is this really necessary?” She whispered. “Of course it is after yesterday’s stunt. It’s this or an F. The little stars fade when wet. Go put it on.”  Resigned, Kelly went to the changing room, grabbing her costume and laying it down on a bench then shucking off her shirt and jeans. She pulled on her costume’s top, and then realizing she would die before changing into a diaper where someone might see she went to the bathroom to put it on. She stared at the offending garment for several moments angrily before slinking into a stall. “I can’t believe i’m doing this” she groaned. She began to pull off her plain blue lacy panties. Although a fuller cut, they were tight and hugged her ass. She loved how they looked on and having to switch them out for a diaper felt like adding insult to injury. It took her ages to figure out how to put the damn thing on and for a moment she worried how she would even begin to change it. She quickly shook off the thought, as there was no way in hell she’d actually have to use it anyway.  She went to pull back on her jeans only to come to the horrifying realization she’d left them in the changing room. She cursed her forgetfullness and quickly checked no one else was in the restroom. She then left the stall and peaked out into the common area standing between her and the changing area. No one seemed to be passing by so she quickly skittered back over to the changing room. In her haste she hadn’t noticed one of her male castmates, Tom, had walked in and, unable to believe his eyes, quickly hidden and taken several photos of the girl in her diapered apparel.  The director had clearly told the costume department about her.... situation as the pants for her costume weren’t quite as tight. That being said, as pulled the white pants on she found there was somewhat of a bulge from the diaper. It was barely noticeable, if at all, but it embarassed the poor girl all the same. As curtain was about to open, Kelly stood at the wings. “Feeling better about keeping your pants dry tonight?” Tom asked her with faux concern. To Kelly he seemed genuine enough so she gave him a tight smile and a nod. “Here, so your heist doesn’t dry out” he said, offering her a water bottle. She thanked him, taking a quick swig from it absentmindedly before putting it aside. Curtains opened and the show began. They weren’t even halfway through the first act when Kelly felt her bladder begin to give her issue. She refused to believe she could have to go so quickly but, thinking back on it, she realized she hadn’t gone to the bathroom before leaving the house. She continued to deliver her lines flawlessly, pointedly ignoring how much more packed the theater was tonight and how many audience members seemed to be specifically pointing at her. By three quarters through the first act she had made it a point to move as much was appropriate for each line, doing the closest thing she could to a potty dance while on stage. It was only moments later when she felt a sudden relaxing and her crotch grow warm. She couldn’t believe it. She was pissing a diaper!  Meanwhile, Tom was similarly performing well despite a distraction. His, however, wasn’t his own bladder but rather Kelly’s. He had noticed when she began moving more and noticed now how she had stilled considerably since. From this close he could even see a faint blush on her cheeks. He thought it was insane, no way had this gorgeous 18 year old girl just wet a diaper like an infant. Then again, he wouldn’t have believed a girl her age would wet themselves period, but yesterday had proved him wrong. His gaze lowered to her padded crotch, and his eyes widened imperceptibly at the sight before him. If he had doubts she was wearing a diaper before, he was sure now. It was hard to tell without knowing to look for it, but he could see her diaper swelling, could even faintly make out the rapidly fading design on the diaper’s front if he really focused. An evil idea was slowly forming in his mind. This girl, he thought, he could have fun with. Kelly’s stream ended and she counted her blessings the diaper had held up. It was now heavy with her urine though, and she couldn’t completely close her legs because of the bulk. Despite her embarrassment and discomfort she managed to last until the end of the first act. She hurried to find Mr. Crawford once intermission started. As loathe as she was to admit it, she needed a new diaper. Tom noticed her hasty retreat and stealthily followed her. She noticed her whisper something to Mr. Crawford with an embarrassed grimace before he shook his head at her and went to grab something. Alex’s best hopes were fulfilled when he saw the director hand the girl a fresh diaper. He noticed her fiddle with it for a moment, looking down and her face growing more red. He wondered what could possibly embarrass the girl more at this point, tiptoeing closer so he could hear their conversation. “I don’t think I can change fast enough to be ready by the start of the second act” she stuttered out. The director huffed “I guess I’ll have to change you then,” and Tom could barely suppress his laughter. He had always thought Kelly stuck up and standoffish, practically dreamed of something or someone knocking her off her high horse. Now, as if the universe had heard his prayers, he was being given the perfect opportunity to do just that. Tom hurried to the changing room and hid, his phone camera at the ready and pointed to where he was sure Mr. Crawford would take Kelly to be changed. Sure enough, he didn’t have to wait long before an abashed Kelly was lead into the changing room. He started recording as Kelly stepped out of her costume, revealing the sodden diaper. Even to someone unaware of the fading design feature, it was clear the diaper had been used. It hung down lower that it should and the white material was tinged a slight yellow. He couldn’t believe his luck as she laid down on the wide bench in the center her face very clearly, if only momentarily, facing Tom’s camera before she was releasing an embarrassed groan and covering her face with her hands. Not wanting to risk the director getting in trouble and also knowing that the man wasn’t his main focus anyway, Tom kept his focus on Kelly. Her diaper was unfastened, revealing her pussy to the cool air of the changing room and Tom made sure to get a perfect shot of her crotch. It wasn’t long before the director was wiping her up and then rediscovering her. “Wait! I have to go again before the next act starts!” Kelly suddenly announced but the director only scoffed. “Should have thought of that before you were in the new diaper, there’s no time to release and then rediaper you. For once in your life just hold it like a big girl!” Tom was over the moon, he couldn’t have asked for a better video. He was about to post it to his Facebook, when a new thought came to mind. Why waste such a golden opportunity for blackmail? Kelly bit her lip, humiliated by the director’s harsh words but pulled back on her costume pants knowing there was nothing she could do about it. She barely managed to make it through the entirety of the second act dry but somehow held on. She had intended on immediately changing back and leaving but the changing room was so packed she didn’t dare. She decided instead she would have to wait until everyone else had cleared out. Tom, determined to confront Kelly as she left, waited as well. It wasn’t long before Kelly was squirming and pee dancing. Tom knew she would have to run to the bathroom before changing so he rushed into the bathroom, locking all three of the stalls. Sure enough, as soon as everyone else was gone, Kelly races into the bathroom, clutching herself. To Tom’s surprise and delight she had already ditched her costume pants and was frantically dancing around in nothing but her shirt and bra, the diaper on full display with her panties clutched in one hand. He pressed record, keeping a safe distance to get the footage without her knowing. She rattled each door in frustration, one hand staying gripped on her crotch as she danced in a panic until her bladder finally released. The accompanying hissing sound of her piss violently rushing out of her was loud in the quiet of the bathroom as the diaper swelled once more. This time the diaper reached its capacity before she could finish and small rivulets leaked out and down her legs. Tom made sure to capture all of it, even as Kelly sighed in defeat, placing her panties on the sink counter and grabbing several wads of paper towels. She removed the diaper and Tom managed to get footage of her ass and pussy, still in disbelief that he was getting such quality material.  Kelly wiped herself down and then once satisfied she was dry, she tossed the soggy diaper into the trash and pulled back on her panties. “Are you sure you’re potty trained enough to wear those?” A voice suddenly asked out of nowhere. Kelly spun around in a panic, eyes landing on Tom as he stepped out of his hiding place, phone in hand and shit eating grin on his face. Kelly blushed and began to try and stutter out excuses but Tom raised a hand to stop her. “Oh please, there’s no explanation for this other than you not even having the continence of a toddler, let alone a high schooler.” “Well it’s your word against mine if you try to leak this to anyone at school!” Kelly fired back. “Actually it’s not” Tom gloated as he approached Kelly, showing her his phone screen. “It’s your word against these photos” he flicked through the photos of her dashing to the changing room after first putting on the diaper, “this video” he showed her a clip from the video of Crawford changing her, “and finally this video,” he finished, showing her part of the last video he took. Kelly’s eyes went round as dinner played and she began to beg. “Please please please don’t show those to anyone!” she all but cried. “I won’t” Tom started. Kelly grew hopeful but he quickly shut her down. “That is, I won’t if you follow all of my explicit instructions when I begin giving them to you. Starting now of course.” Kelly’s stomach plummeted at his words, suddenly realizing that Tom was in no way kidding. ”Now first things first. Do you have anything going on tonight? Anyone expecting you?” He asked. Kelly shook her head no. “Good, I’ve got a fun night ahead of us. But first you’re going to need to drink this. All of it.” Tom passed her a very large and very full bottle of water with a large grin plastered over his face. Kelly swallowed down the lump in her throat as she took the bottle. She gave Tom one last look, but seeing no sympathy in his eyes or sign of him changing his mind, she sighed in resignation and began to chug the water down. ———————————————— and that’s the end of part 2! I’m anticipating probably writing one more part of this series that details what happens that night but I enjoy these characters and if you guys still do I’ll probably write multiple stories detailing different things Tom makes Kelly do both when they’re alone like right now and when they’re in public and surrounded by people. Originally I was going to include this night here and calling it a day at 2 parts but the story was getting long and I didn’t want to rush this so hurray now you guys get one more part lolol If there are any kinks/fetishes/whatever you would like to see in the last part or any subsequent stories featuring these two, comment them here and I’ll try to work them in even if they aren’t necessarily my cup of tea. Unless it’s something that actively makes me uncomfortable I’ll probably find a way to fit it in. thanks for reading!
Here it is: the final part of this trilogy. Don’t be too sad though because I’m definitely not done with these characters. I will start a new thread titled Tom and Kelly shortly after releasing this part which will detail all of the ways Tom takes advantage of his blackmail material to put Kelly in all kinds of embarrassing scenarios. Again, if there is anything specific you’d like to see in their story feel free to pm me your ideas, I love suggestions! ————————————————- Kelly finished the water with a wince as Tom watched expectantly. “I’ll offer you a deal Kelly. I’m feeling generous” Tom smirked. “Yea I’m really feeling the generosity” she snarked, rolling her eyes. “Well now I’m feeling less generous. Have another bottle of water” he snapped back. Kelly groaned but complied. “Now I was originally going to say 30 minutes but since you complained I’m upping it to an hour. If you last that long without soaking your pretty little panties I’ll delete the picture and let you go. Otherwise you’ll drink more water and you’ll have to try again with a twist” he winked. “One hour, I can handle that.” Kelly says, mostly to herself. “Sure you can” Tom scoffs. It was only 20 minutes in to the hour when Kelly realized she was in trouble. Tom had had her go on stage and commanded she stay within the tiny spotlight, preventing her from pacing. He sat in the front row, smirking as he laid back in the seat watching her struggle. She was beginning to squirm and twist and hated it. A tiny bit leaked into her panties and she groaned, risking her pride by twisting her legs into a pretzel. She regretted provoking Tom into giving her a second bottle of water and an extra 30 minutes of time. “I could be almost done now” she moaned to herself. Without warning a huge leak spurted out. Although she had quickly regained control the splatter of her piss hitting the floor was loud in the otherwise quiet theater and her panties had grown visibly damp, a few stray drops running down her thighs. “What, losing it already?” Tom cackled from his seat. Kelly chose to ignore his comment in favor of burying her hands in her crotch and pee dancing in place. With 10 minutes left Kelly was seated on the floor, legs twisted up, hands buried in her crotch moaning as she bent over. “I won’t lie I’m impressed. I didn’t think you would last this long. But unfortunately if you want to win this you’re going to have to spend the last 10 minutes standing, hands at your sides.” Tom declared. “What! That wasn’t part of the deal!” Kelly cried out. “It is now. Unless you want these videos and photos going viral,” he taunts, waving his phone. Kelly groans as she forces herself to stand. She keeps her legs crossed but moves her hands to her sides, falling into pure agony.  There are only 3 minutes left when the dam breaks. “NononoNO I was so close” Kelly cries out as piss pours out of her, overwhelming her poor panties, turning the Blue into a dark navy. “Oh my, what a mess you’ve made” Tom gloated. He turned all the lights back on before gleefully rejoining a trembling humiliated Kelly who sat in her dripping panties, face red. “Can’t a I please put my jeans back on now” she sniffed. Tom considered this for awhile. “Ok but we better get you out of those dripping parties then. You know lace like that can give you a rash when wet.” Tom smiled evilly. “Fine let me go change in the bathroom” Kelly sighed. “Who said anything about changing in the bathroom? You can take your panties off here and then we can walk to your jeans together.” Tom explained. Kelly turned fire engine red but said nothing, complying silently. She felt Tom’s gaze on her exposed pussy like a brand, and she trudged dejectedly to get to her jeans.  “Do you know where I can find spare panties? Like does the costume department have some or maybe” Kelly’s question is cut off by Tom’s laughter. “It’s cute you think you get panties again. Clearly you can’t be trusted in them. Put the jeans on commando style” he smirks. She opens her mouth to object but knows it’s useless. She cringes as she pulls her jeans on. “That a girl. Now if you can last for an hour in those without wetting them, I’ll delete the videos, same deal. Otherwise, you can bet your ass I’ll have you in diapers until you can be properly potty trained” Tom smirked, his evil grin only growing as the weight of what he had just said sank into Kelly’s mind. She steeped herself and became determined, she had been so close last time, surely this time she would make it.  “All right give me a moment and drink 2 bottles of water, don’t try and pull a fast one and drink less. I will find out and I will send the videos out. When I call you, move back to your spotlight on stage,” Tom commanded. Kelly only considered the possibility of skimping on the water for a moment before deciding the risk wasn’t worth it and as Tom ran off to set up whatever he was planning, Kelly obediently chugged the two water bottles. Eventually Tom called Kelly’s name and she walked back on stage to find a chair in the center of the spotlight and Tom holding something behind his back with a cruel looking smirk on his face. “What the hell?” She asked. “Sit down” Tom commanded without further explanation. Kelly gulped, doing as commanded. Tom then sunk down to his knees in front of her, spreading her knees and legs apart so they were splayed. Kelly’s Jeans were so tight they clung to her pussy and for a moment the sight of Tom between her thighs turned her on immensely until she felt something jerk one of her legs towards one of the legs of the chairs. To her horror, Tom was tying her legs apart, one on each of the front chair legs and next he was tying her hands behind her back. For being fully clothed except for her missing panties, she suddenly felt so very exposed. The moment she let out even a tiny leak Tom would know. The evidence being immediate in the crotch of her jeans that were on show for him to easily see. She gulps having not anticipated this and already worried about what will happen. Kelly is fine the first 30 minutes with nothing but some occasional discomfort to the point that Tom almost looks bored. Eventually though, Kelly lets out a loud gasp as the full force of the water she drank hits her. The tiniest of spots immediately appears on the light denim of her jeans. Tom grins and leans forward in his seat. Ready for the show to finally begin. Her desperation immediately peaks from then on. She squirms almost violently, trying desperately to bring her legs together or free her hands to no avail. The only thing standing between her and a wetting are her bladder muscles, which have already been exhausted by all the holding she’s had to do today. Her legs quiver and she moans loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet theater, as another large spurt jets out, straight through her jeans and splashes onto the chair. It has left the wet spot on her crotch larger and Kelly knows she is rapidly losing the battle. She doubts she can last another 5minutes, let alone 30. She continues to wiggle and moan, bouncing up and down in the chair and wriggling her hips from side to side and Tom eats up every moment of it. “Not so high and mighty now” he thinks with a smirk. With one final moan and gasp, the floodgates burst wide open and piss comes shooting out of Kelly. While some flows down the legs of her jeans the vast majority shoots through the denim, pooling in the chair, streaming down the sides of it, and sometimes, when a portion of the stream is particularly powerful, arching directly to the floor of the stage. Kelly moans loudly in both ecstasy at the relief and extreme humiliation. She is helpless to stop the waterfall gushing from her exhausted sphincter. Her head had lolled back in relief, her eyes closed, the moment all hope had been lost so she missed Tom pulling out his phone and recording until after her flow had finally petered out and stopped. The moment she notices her mouth falls open in shock. “Another video to add to the collection.” Tom laughs. He approaches her, large scissors in hand. He bends down to whisper in her ear, “you and I are going to have a lot of fun this year,” before bending down. He cuts Kelly’s jeans off of her, leaving her naked from the waist down. He promptly throws them away, then recovers her panties, cutting those in half to kelly’s horror. He throws those away as well. He tosses her the package of diapers from before before cutting her loose. “Have fun making it home with nothing to cover your modesty but a diaper” he winks with a wave goodbye. As he leaves Kelly can only sit there stunned, half naked in a puddle of her own piss, and wonder what the hell she had gotten herself into.
Here's another of my old stories which I've retrieved from other sites where I used to post. WaityKaty said it's her favourite, so I thought I'd post it next. Night Mail Sharon handed her ticket to the uniformed steward who was standing on the platform beside the open door to carriage E of the Inverness Sleeper. He studied it for a moment or two and made a tick on a piece of paper on his clip board, then handed the ticket back to Sharon. "Turn right," he said in an indifferent, couldn't-care-less tone of voice. "Third compartment. Your room mate's already aboard." Sharon wasn't altogether happy with the idea of sharing a sleeping compartment with a total stranger, but that was the deal if you could only afford a standard class fare. First class passengers got a sleeping compartment to themselves; but first class fares were way beyond Sharon's means. So she hefted her suitcase onto the train and made her awkward way to the sleeping compartment in question, edging along the narrow corridor with a crab-like motion, pushing the bulky case along in front of her. She pushed the door open and stuck her head inside. "Hi," she said. "I'm Sharon." The compact compartment was completely filled by a huge elephant of a woman, with long greasy grey hair and bare sweaty feet. She must have weighed in at over twenty stone, and was dressed in a straining pink shell suit that had evidently been cut for somebody at least two stones lighter than her. She turned and looked at Sharon. "I'm Kimberley," she grunted, "and I'm avin' the top bunk alright?" It was more of a statement than an enquiry, but Sharon decided that some sort of an answer was called for none the less. "Yes," she said. "That's fine by me. I like being on the bottom bunk. Always have. So that suits me fine." This was, in fact, a lie. Sharon had never liked being on the bottom bunk. Not since that family holiday when she was nine, and had slept in the bottom bunk with her twin sister Tina "up top". On the first night of the holiday Tina had wet the bed. Her wee had soaked right through her bedclothes and the mattress, and had dripped down onto Sharon in the bunk beneath. Next morning their mother came in to wake them up and, finding both of the beds sopping wet, just assumed that Sharon had had an accident as well. Sharon had tried to protest her innocence, but to no avail; and thereafter she had invariably had to endure the utterly humiliating experience of her mother using this as a prime example when telling friends, relatives and even complete strangers how uncanny it was having twins. "They often do exactly the same thing at exactly the same time, even if they don't know the other is doing it," she'd explain. "For instance, I never used to have trouble with wet beds when they were little, but then one night when they were about eleven or twelve they both wet the bed on exactly the same night. That was the only time either of them wet the bed, and they both did it the same night. Isn't that incredible?" Sharon naturally tried to object that she hadn't wet the bed at all, but her mother always shushed her saying "Don't be silly. Your bed was every bit as wet at Tina's. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Lots of people do it from time to time. It's perfectly natural and normal, you know." And so, to her complete mortification, she had grown up with people thinking, wrongly, that she'd wet the bed when she was "eleven or twelve"; and it was only the new friends she'd made since leaving home at the age of twenty who had not been given this particular piece of embarrassing misinformation by her mother. And all because she'd once made the mistake of choosing to sleep on the bottom bunk and let her twin sister have the top one. So since then she'd made a point of always choosing the top bunk if at all possible. But looking at Kimberley she decided that perhaps on this occasion discretion was the better part of valour, so she settled for the bottom bunk instead. Kimberley turned her back on Sharon again, and continued with whatever it was she'd been doing when Sharon arrived. Her oversized arse seemed to fill the entire compartment, and try as she might Sharon couldn't manoeuvre her suitcase onto her bunk without it rubbing harshly against both her own shins and Kimberley's backside. "Ow!" Yelled Kimberley. "Mind what you're doing with that fucking great trunk of yours, can't you?" "I'm sorry," muttered Sharon, "but there's not much space in here you know." "Then why don't you just wait till I'm finished at the washbasin? Show a little consideration for others, can't you?" Kimberley spat the words out over her shoulder, and Sharon decided that she wasn't all that keen on the idea of spending the whole night cooped up in a little cramped compartment with this woman. "I'll just go and investigate the day coach, I think," she said, as much to herself as to Kimberley. "Suit yourself," Kimberley shrugged. "I'm turning in early to get a bit of kip before Carlisle. That's as far as I'm going, and I've had to set me alarm for four o'clock. Don't wake me up when you come back in, will you?" Again, it was more of a command. "Great," Sharon muttered to herself once she was safely out in the corridor with a closed door between Kimberley and herself. "That's all I need." The train jerked into life as Sharon entered the day coach, taking her completely unawares and causing her to lose her balance and tumble headlong into a strategically placed armchair. It was a very comfortable armchair; but its occupant seemed more than a little surprised to have Sharon tumbling into his lap just as he was lifting a coffee cup to his lips. Her head struck his wrist with considerable force, and the cup flew across the carriage showering its scalding contents far and wide. "Nice party trick," he said in a gentle voice with just the merest hint of an upper-class drawl. "What do you do for an encore?" Sharon looked up into the face of a man who had just had his coffee cup exchanged, without so much as a by-your-leave, for an unexpected girl. "Hi," she grinned. "I'm Sharon." And then, as the effect of the recent impact between bonce and wrist began to register, she continued "Ow! That hurt." "You think it hurt you?" The stranger raised an interrogative eyebrow. "How do you think the coffee cup feels? Inanimate objects have feelings too, you know." "Yes, well, I'm dreadfully, dreadfully sorry about that," Sharon began, "but you see ..." And then she realised, just a fraction too late, that she was being teased and that the stranger was guffawing quietly to himself. "Oh I see, it was a joke was it? Yes, well, ha ha very funny. I thought you were being serious, you see, and after all I ..." "Sharon," interrupted the stranger. "When you're in a hole ..." "Yes, right, stop digging. Will do. Would you, er, I mean, shall I, that is to say, would you like me to get up off your lap now?" "I'll leave that one entirely up to you," he chortled. Sharon carefully stood up again; but as she did so the train lurched its way over some complicated point work and, to her horror, she was thrown completely off balance again. She toppled over backwards this time. There was another armchair behind her, unoccupied, but it was just that little bit too far away. Her bum glanced off its front edge and she landed with a bump on the carriage floor, legs akimbo, grinning inanely up at the seated stranger. How undignified, she thought, feeling the colour rising in her cheeks. "Bravo," said the stranger, clapping enthusiastically. "I think the encore may even be better than the original turn." Sitting there on the floor, desperately wishing that she was anywhere else in the world, Sharon frantically started searching for straws she could grasp at to salvage a little bit of pride from this situation. It wasn't easy, by any means. But eventually she found something that offered her a crumb of comfort. She was, after all, wearing trousers today. She had so very nearly decided to wear her little tartan mini skirt this morning. Had she done so then her underwear would now be on open display to the entire train. Well, to all the occupants of the day carriage, at any event. And the stranger would certainly have seen it. But because she was wearing trousers, he hadn't. So that was a start. Something to chalk up to the credit side of the ledger. It could have been worse. A lot worse in fact, now she came to think about it. "That was nothing," she grinned. "This is only my sober show. You ought to see me when I'm drunk." "Ought I?" The stranger raised his eyebrow again. "Now there's an interesting thought." He offered her his hand - a big, strong, manly hand on the end of a powerful, muscular forearm - and helped her up. As she struggled to her feet, Sharon felt the unmistakeable sensation of a seam giving way in the seat of her trousers, and heard a distinct ripping sound from behind and below, which was fortunately drowned out almost immediately by the much louder WHOOSH of the train entering a tunnel. The stranger showed no sign of having heard her seam rip, and she hurriedly parked her bum in the nearest chair so that nobody who chanced along behind her would see. She was now sitting at the same table as the stranger, facing him at an oblique angle. "I need another drink to replace my coffee," the stranger was saying. "Can I get you one as well?" "Oh yes, thank you," said Sharon. "That'd be very nice. Very kind of you. Oh dear. I'm babbling a bit, aren't I?" "I'm afraid you are," the stranger agreed. "I'm going to have a G and T. You?" "What? Oh, yes. Yes," Sharon replied, without really thinking what she was saying. "I think I'll have a G and T as well." She'd never actually had a gin and tonic before, she realised as the stranger headed off towards the bar, and she didn't even know whether she actually liked the drink. She'd just said the first thing which popped into her head, which was what she always did when she got flustered. And having just fallen all over this charming stranger, then sprawled inelegantly across the carriage floor, and then finally split her trousers she was feeling about as flustered as it is possible to feel. As the stranger swayed nonchalantly back along the carriage from the bar, drinks in hand, Sharon slipped a discrete hand under her bottom and felt the seam of her trousers to assess how badly torn they were. It was about as bad as it could get. The seam was gaping open virtually the whole way from waist band to gusset, and if she were to stand up now she would undoubtedly give an unmissable flash of her underwear to anyone who happened to be looking in her direction. How awful! She could see she was going to have to be very, very cautious when the time came for her to rise from this seat. The stranger resumed his seat and set two large glasses of gin and tonic down on the table. "I'm Tim, by the way," he said. "Cheers." "Thanks Tim," Sharon replied. "Cheers." She took a sip of the clear liquid in her glass. It tasted crisp, clean and refreshing. Not alcoholic at all, in fact. Not what she had imagined it would be like. She liked this drink. A lot. She took another mouthful. And another. It was very moreish. And now her glass was empty. "Crikey, you're thirsty," said Tim, turning and signalling to the steward at the bar in the corner to bring Sharon another drink. "So tell me, Sharon, why are you here tonight?" "Well, I guess I'm here because I just couldn't stick it out in that little sleeping compartment any longer," Sharon admitted a little hesitantly. "I'm sharing with the harpy from hell and I just had to get away from her." "That wasn't quite what I meant," Tim chortled. "But it'll do for a start. Though tell me, why are you sharing a compartment at all?" "I can only afford standard class, you know, not like some," she bristled defiantly. "Hey hey, calm down, so can I," Tim soothed, as the steward brought a third G and T for Sharon. She hadn't even noticed Tim summon him this time. Nor, come to that, had she noticed that her glass was empty again. "But I just pay the ten per cent single occupancy surcharge. Bottoms up!" "What ten per cent single occupancy surcharge?" Sharon was bemused. "Nobody ever told me about that." "Ah, well, you see, they don't actually call it that," Tim explained, "but that's what it amounts to. It's something I discovered for myself quite by accident, and it's always worked so far. I book two tickets you see, one for myself and one for my twin brother, so they put us both down for the same sleeping compartment." "You have a twin?" exclaimed Sharon excitedly. "What a coincidence. I'm a twin too. Do you do all those twin things, like ... " "No," interrupted Tim, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "I don't have a twin." "But you said ... " "I said I book a ticket for him. I didn't say he actually exists though, did I? Which he doesn't. I invented him. He's an imaginary twin brother. Just have another drink and don't worry about it." Sharon managed to comply with the drink part of that instruction, but she had greater difficulty with the not worrying part of it. She was confused. And when she was confused, she liked to get to the bottom of things. Sort it out. Find the answer. Above all, stop being confused. "Look, I'm sorry for being dense and all that, and I'll dye my hair blonde if it helps, but don't you end up paying double if you book a ticket for an imaginary twin brother?" "No," said Tim. "That's the beauty of it. Like I said, it only costs me ten per cent more." "But how come?" "Have another drink," said Tim. "Look, my brother doesn't exist, right?" "Right," Sharon agreed, draining the last of the contents of her glass. "So he won't actually be travelling with me, right?" "Right," agreed Sharon, trying and failing to take another drink from the empty glass. "So I cancel his booking and return his ticket for a refund on the morning of my journey. They keep a ten per cent administration fee and only refund ninety per cent of the cost; but there's no way they'll manage to re-sell the berth so it's a small price to pay for single occupancy. A damn site cheaper than going first class, at any rate." "That's sneaky," said Sharon, noticing with delight that another glass of gin and tonic had appeared from somewhere, and lifting it gratefully to her lips. "I prefer to think of it as playing strictly by the rules," said Tim. "They write the rules; I use them to my best advantage." "Hmm," said Sharon, who was not entirely sure that this was entirely ethical (or even, come to that, honest). "Do I detect disapproval in your tone?" asked Tim. "Or merely disappointment that you didn't think of it for yourself in time to avoid getting stuck with the room mate from hell?" "A bit of both," Sharon admitted. "But more of the latter than the former, perhaps?" "I guess. Thanks for the drinks, by the way." "My pleasure," beamed Tim. "After all, if I wish to witness your drunken performance, it would seem to be necessary that first I should get you drunk." "You might not get to see it even if you do, you know." "You reckon?" "Um, well, I suppose that given my performance so far today ... " "Exactly," Tim nodded, winking knowingly at Sharon. "Cheers." "Cheers," Sharon repeated, and they both drank some more. "Now, if you'll just excuse me for a moment," said Tim, rising from his seat, "I really must go to the gents'. But I'll be right back, and when I return perhaps you can tell me why you're on the Inverness sleeper." "Actually," said Sharon, who realised when Tim mentioned the toilet that she, too, could probably do with a pee some time soon, "I think I'd probably better head in the same direction as you." She started to rise from her seat and then, suddenly remembering the gaping rip in the seam of her trousers, sat hurriedly back down again. "Oh no," she said, "I forgot. I can't." Tim regarded her quizzically for a moment or two, then wandered off up the train, shaking his head in a bemused sort of way. By the time he returned Sharon had drained both her own glass and what remained of Tim's as well. Tim gestured to the bar steward as he resumed his seat, and two more drinks quickly appeared. "So tell me," he said, settling down again. "How come you can't get up to go to the little girls' room?" "It's embarrassing." "As embarrassing as diving into my lap and then rolling all over the carriage floor?" "Sort of. Worse. Maybe." "Try me," said Tim encouragingly. "Well," she began, "when I fell over backwards, I was ever so glad that I wasn't wearing a skirt, because if I was everyone would have seen my underwear." "Maybe not everyone." "Maybe not everyone," Sharon agreed, "but more than I'd have liked." "How many would you have liked?" "None." "Even when drunk?" "Especially when drunk." "I see," said Tim. "So, to sum up where we've got to with this so far, all things considered it's probably just as well that you're wearing trousers." "Well, yes and no," said Sharon. "Yes and no?" "It probably would be," she explained, "except for one thing." "And what's that?" "Oh god, this is so embarrassing," said Sharon. "But here goes. Well, um, when you helped me up from the floor, I split the seam of my trousers, and I'm afraid that when I move from this seat I'm still going to end up showing my underwear to all the world and his wife. So I thought maybe I should wait until I was the last person in the carriage, then slip quietly back to my compartment when there's nobody looking." "That could be a long wait," observed Tim. "And it might get a bit uncomfortable if you want to go to the loo." "I know," said Sharon. "I've got a better idea, though." "Have you?" Sharon was intrigued to know what she might have missed, that Tim had spotted. "Do tell." "Well, we could always go now. Right away. Together. I'll walk close behind you to shield your backside from view. I'll even walk close enough that I can't peep myself, if you like. Then when we reach your compartment you can slip inside, change into something less revealing, and join me back here for another drink." Sharon pondered the suggestion for a moment or two. "Nice idea," she said at last. "But there's a snag. The harpy. She's getting off at Carlisle and has already turned in for the night. I doubt she'll be amused if I go turning the light on and waking her up just to change my trousers." "Screw her! It's your compartment too, you know." "You screw her if you like," retorted Sharon, "but you can count me out. I'm not risking it." "Hmm," Tim mused. "I didn't think they made passengers for Carlisle share a berth with people travelling on to Scotland, for this very reason. But actually, it gives me an even better idea. You can spend the night with me if you like." "That's a bit forward of you, isn't it." "No no no," Tim protested. Now he was the one who was flushing with embarrassment. "That's not what I meant at all. I meant you could sleep in my twin brother's bunk. Then in the morning, when we're in Scotland and the harpy is in Carlisle and your compartment is empty, I can stroll up the corridor to your compartment, fetch your luggage for you, and you can get dressed in privacy while I wait out in the corridor. What do you say?" Sharon thought about it for a moment or two. It was a nice idea, but she had her doubts. Tim noticed her hesitating. "There'll be no funny business, I promise," he assured her. "Well, not unless you want there to be." "It's alright," she said. "I trust you; though god only knows why. But that's not what's bothering me. I was more concerned about my luggage." "Your luggage?" "Yes. Suppose I sleep with you, and my luggage is still in the other compartment. What if the harpy wants to steal it when she gets off at Carlisle? I won't be there to stop her, will I?" "And suppose you go back to your own compartment and you're fast asleep when we arrive in Carlisle at silly o'clock in the morning. You won't be able to stop the harpy stealing your luggage then either, will you?" "I suppose not," Sharon agreed. "Is there anything there she'd want to steal?" "Clothes, mostly." "Size?" "Ten." "Written one, six, by any chance?" "Get away! I am not a size sixteen," spluttered Sharon. "I've a few size fourteen dresses, but mostly I'm a twelve. On a good day, anyway." "But certainly not a ten?" "I used to be," said Sharon, sticking her tongue out. "Okay. And the harpy? Will she be able to fit into any of your size ten to fourteen gear?" "Hardly. Her shell suit must be at least a twenty six, and she's popping out of that." "So she's hardly going to want to steal your luggage, is she?" "Guess not." "So you'll share my berth?" "Buy me another drink and I'll think about it." Tim gestured to the steward and, half an hour and three drinks later, Sharon made a particularly inept attempt at rising from her chair. "Oops," she giggled as she pitched sideways with the rolling motion of the train. "I didn't realise I was this tipsy." "You have been putting a fair few away," observed Tim, placing both hands firmly on her waist to steady her. "But it didn't taste that alcoholic," she protested. "No more than an alcopop, and I can drink them 'til the cows come home." "Have you never had G and T before?" asked Tim, more than a little surprise evident in his voice. "No." "Oh boy. I think we'd better take this very, very slowly." So they shuffled along the corridor, Tim keeping a firm and rather sensuous hold of Sharon's waist and shielding her bum from view, while Sharon's head spun in delirious and slightly fuzzy circles and her feet floated effortlessly across the floor. From time to time she slipped or stumbled or stubbed a toe, but every time there was Tim, ready and able to take her weight and keep her upright. Eventually they reached Tim's compartment. "Right," he said. "This is it. You go in and get yourself into bed. I'll wait out here 'til you've sorted yourself out. Just be sure to shout to let me know when you're decent and I can come in. Okay?" "Okay," said Sharon. "Just one thing, though. I'm having the top bunk, alright?" "Fine," said Tim. "I never use the top bunk myself anyway. I don't like the idea of falling out in the middle of the night." Sharon looked back up at Tim in disbelief, and promptly dissolved in a fit of the giggles. She was still giggling as she turned her back to the door, fumbled behind her bum to find the handle, pushed the door open and slowly reversed into the compartment. Once inside she closed the door, kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her blouse. As she did so she noticed a small mirror on the wall, and turned her back to it to try to see how badly split her trousers really were. But it was too high. Or her bum was too low. Either way, she couldn't see from this angle. If only her head were a little bit lower, though, she might be able to see. So she leaned forward a little, and craned her neck round to see the mirror again. Still not enough. She leaned forward a little more. Still couldn't quite see. But nearly there. Just a little further. Beginning to feel a little dizzy, now, but ... CRASH! She overbalanced and pitched forward, head first into the door. "Sharon?" came Tim's muffled voice from the far side of the door. "Are you alright in there?" "I'm fine," she called back, rubbing her head. "I just fell over, that's all." "Again?" "Just think of it as my drunken encore, okay?" "Wish I were there to see it." "But I'm not decent." "I'm not bothered." "I am." "Pity." She stood up again, hurriedly removing her blouse and trousers which she folded neatly and placed on the little shelf on the wall. Then she clambered up onto the top bunk, noting as she did so that her bladder was actually feeling pretty full now. She wondered briefly whether she oughtn't to go to the toilet before getting into bed. Just to be on the safe side, as her mother had always used to say. But she was undressed now. She reckoned she'd be okay to hold on until the morning. And if she was wrong, then her bladder was bound to wake her in the night and she could get up and go to the toilet then. No need to go just now, then. No need at all. She climbed into bed and pulled the sheet up over her bra. "It's alright," she called to Tim. "You can come in now. I'm decent." Tim came in and looked down at her, tucked up safely in the top bunk. He was remarkably tall. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Fine," she replied. "Pleasantly tipsy. I expect I shall have wild erotic dreams tonight in which you are bound to feature in some way, shape or form. Probably as my submissive sex slave. I'm looking forward to that, actually. My head's a bit sore where I butted the door, but that apart I'm fine." "There's a couple of little bottles of mineral water here," said Tim. "I suggest you drink them, or you'll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, the amount of gin you've drunk tonight." "Do you really think that's necessary?" "Trust me." "Okay then." She sat up in her bunk, clutching the sheet to her chest to preserve her modesty, and Tim handed her the water bottles. She drank their contents while he undressed, then he took the empty bottles and dropped them in the waste paper basket under the little sink. He appeared to have stripped completely naked, but she could only see as far down as his waist so she couldn't quite be certain. Then he disappeared into the bunk below her. Neither of them actually felt particularly tired so, by mutual consent, they left the light on and exchanged life stories. Sharon went first, although she carefully omitted the part about Tina wetting the bed and her getting the blame. Then Tim started to tell her about himself. But Sharon found it difficult to concentrate because she was at once becoming drowsy, but also becoming more and more desperate for a wee. She needed either to go to the toilet or to go to sleep. But she couldn't lie there awake, trying to listen to Tim, for very much longer. It was just getting too uncomfortable. Eventually she gave up. "I'm sorry, Tim," she said, "but I'm just getting too drowsy here. I'm going to get up and nip to the loo, and when I come back I'm going to sleep. I'll listen to the rest of your life another time." "That's fine by me," said Tim. Sharon turned the sheet back and swung her bare legs out and over the side of the bunk. "Are you facing the wall, Tim?" "Yes." "Good. Well, you just stay that way for the moment, okay, because I'm coming down now." She began to climb carefully down the step ladder. As she reached with her foot for the fourth rung, Tim said "Ooh, magenta. Nice." "What do you mean, magenta?" asked Sharon. "Your knickers," explained Tim. "They're magenta. It's my favourite colour." "How do you know what colour my knickers are?" demanded Sharon, who had in any event always thought of them as a sort of dark purpley pink, rather than magenta. "I can see them. And very nice they are too." Sharon was outraged. "But you told me you were facing the wall!" "That's right," agreed Tim. "And you've just climbed down into the space between me and the wall." "I didn't mean that wall, you idiot! I meant the other wall." "I'm sorry," said Tim. "If that's what you meant, you should have said so." Well, there was no use getting all coy about it now, she realised. Tim had seen her underwear and that was that. Slightly embarrassing, perhaps, but hardly the end of the world. So she finished climbing down the ladder and padded softly over to the door. "You're going to the loo dressed like that, are you?" asked Tim, genuine surprise registering in his voice. "Don't you want to cover up a bit? What if you meet somebody?" "Course I'm going like this," said Sharon. "My trousers are hardly going to cover anything important in their present state, and I'm sure it's not all that uncommon for women to wander along the carriage to the toilets in just their underwear." "It is in the men's carriage," said Tim. Oh hell! She hadn't thought of that. Her berth had been in a women's carriage, but this was Tim's berth. All the other occupants of this carriage were going to be men. So it probably wasn't a very good idea to be wandering around late at night in just her underwear. And all her other clothes were in her suitcase in her own berth. There was only one thing for it, she decided. She was just going to have to grit her teeth and hold on until morning. She only hoped she could. "Ah well," she said, trying her best to sound cheery and nonchalant even though she felt neither. "It can wait until the morning. Good night, then." "Good night," said Tim, as she climbed back up to her bunk. "Shall I put the lights off, then?" "Yes please," said Sharon as she slipped back between the sheets. Lying there in the dark, her bladder throbbing urgently, Sharon was unable to find sleep. She'd convinced herself that she could wait to pee until tomorrow morning if only she could relax and drop off, but nobody had told her bladder that. It still seemed to think that she should get up and find a toilet, and it kept insisting on sending her uncomfortable little reminders that she had yet to do so: and these reminders were keeping her awake. Then, unexpectedly, a memory came floating to the surface of her consciousness. A memory of a family Christmas when she'd been eighteen or nineteen. The central heating had been turned right up for grandma's sake, and she'd found the stifling heat made it impossible for her to sleep. She'd felt awful the next morning, and Tina had commented that she looked pretty awful too. "I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, that's the problem," she'd explained to Tina. "The heating's just turned up too high and try what I may I simply can't drop off." "Why don't you try what I always do?" Tina had suggested. "What's that, then?" Sharon asked. And Tina had replied using the private language that they'd used to speak to each other when they were children. A language which only the two of them knew. It had been almost five years since the last time they'd used it, and this was indeed to be the last time that either of them felt the need to do so. Yet even though Tina knew that nobody except Sharon could possibly understand what she was saying, she still blushed furiously as she spoke. "I finger myself until I have an orgasm," she confessed. "Then afterwards, no matter how awkward or uncomfortable the situation I find myself in, I always manage to fall into a deep, deep sleep." Sharon smiled at the memory. She hadn't tried it back then, but it offered the promise of a solution to her present difficulty, so she slipped a hand experimentally down inside the waist band of her knickers. It felt good. Warm and welcome and sensuous. A pleasant shiver ran up and down her spine as, slowly, she began to explore with her fingers, touching herself gently, finding her most erotic parts. "Mmm," she sighed, as she touched a particularly sensitive spot. And then "aah" as she spread her legs as wide as the tight sheet on the narrow bunk would allow and slipped her middle finger up inside herself as far as it would go. Then, suddenly, WOW! Spot on! With her full bladder pulsating against her G-spot from behind, and her finger pressing gently against it from in front, she was transported to a new realm of sensuous ecstasy. Panting rapidly, she thrust her hips back and forth, and alternately clenched and released her muscles. That felt sooo good, she just had to keep on and on, faster and faster, harder and harder, until oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooooh! That was it! Her world exploded in a wonderful technicolour rush of intense sensation; and she lay back, totally spent. "Having fun?" asked Tim, from the bottom bunk. "Mmmm," she sighed. "Can I join in?" "You're too late," she said, as she closed her eyes and sleep washed over her at last. She slept deeply, as Tina had promised she would. And she dreamed as well. In her dream she was on a train. Not the Inverness Sleeper, but a train going into the Channel Tunnel. And she was sitting in a carriage like the day carriage on the Inverness Sleeper, in an armchair, and Tim was there in the other armchair. And the driver made an announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he said, "please do not be alarmed if the train lets in a bit of water. The tunnel leaks a little from time to time. It always has. This is perfectly natural and normal, and nothing to worry about." And shortly after that, water had started welling up from the bottom of the carriage doors and had covered the floor of the carriage. She lifted her feet off the floor to keep them from getting wet, and as the water continued to rise she put her feet up onto the table, so as she sat there in the armchair her bum was the lowest part of her. And still the water rose, and Tim said "it doesn't normally get this wet: I'm going to go and see if everything's alright." And then he waded off through the water, leaving her along in the carriage with the water rising all around her. And then the water reached the seat of her chair, and her bum started getting wet. And for all that it was sea water it was warm, not cold as she had expected. And the water level rose and rose, and her legs were wet as well, and her waist, and her belly. And then she heard Tim shouting to her, urgently. At first she couldn't make out the words. But then he was by her shoulder, shaking her violently. "Sharon," he shouted. "Wake up!" "What is it?" she asked. "Wake up, Sharon. You're wetting the bed." Shocked and appalled, she sat bolt upright and realised with horror that it was true! She was peeing. Uncontrollably. Her knickers were completely sodden right up to the waist band, as were the sheets. Her bum was wet. Her legs were wet. Hardly any part of her was dry. And still the pee kept flowing out of her. "Oh no!" she gasped. "I can't believe I'm doing this. But how ... how did you know?" "You soaked your mattress and it started dripping through onto me," Tim said. "My first thought when I woke up was that I must be the one who'd wet the bed. Then I realised that only my top sheet was wet and my undersheet was still dry." "Oh gosh," she said. "I'm so, so sorry." "I guess you should have gone to the toilet last night after all," said Tim. "I guess," said Sharon, finally managing to regain control of her bladder and stop the flow. "I can't believe I've just wet the bed. This is terrible." "Hey, relax. It's hardly the end of the world you know," said Tim. "It was an accident. You had a bit too much to drink last night. It happens. Okay, so the bed's wet. That's the railway's problem. Your knickers are wet. You weren't going to wear them again today were you?" "Well, no," said Sharon. "Is your bra wet?" Sharon felt it, tentatively. "No," she said. That, at least, was still dry. "So at the end of the day, if we examine the situation as it actually affects you, you've wet your knickers which you were going to take off anyway, and you've wet yourself which can soon be dried. What's the problem?" "It's so embarrassing. I have never wet the bed before in my entire life." "There's a first time for everything," said Tim. "Had you ever frigged yourself with a stranger sleeping in the bunk below you before last night?" "No," said Sharon, blushing at the memory of how she'd finally got herself off to sleep despite her throbbingly full bladder. "There you are then. Two embarrassing firsts for you. But who knows about them except you and me? And in a couple of hours we'll go our separate ways, and nobody else need ever know." "Do you promise not to tell anyone?" "I'll promise on one condition." "What's that?" "Leave me your wet magenta knickers when you get dressed?" Three hours later, Sharon heaved her suitcase off the train at Inverness and made her way to the ticket barrier. She wore a dark green T-shirt and her tartan mini-skirt. A little gust of wind lifted the hem of her skirt and showed all the world and his wife that she was wearing light blue knickers underneath. Normally she'd have been mortified by that; but compared to the events of the previous night, she reckoned it now as only a minor embarrassment. After all, they were perfectly dry, light blue knickers. Tina greeted her with an enthusiastic hug and carried her suitcase to the car. "It's great to see you again, Sis!" "It's good to see you again too, Tina." As they drove out along the shores of Loch Ness, Tina turned thoughtfully to Sharon and said "Sis?" "Yes." "Do you remember the night we both wet the bed when we were about nine?" "I remember it well." "Mum always likes to use it as an example of the sort of twin things we do." "She does, doesn't she?" agreed Sharon. "Well, this is really odd. Since then I never wet the bed again. Until last night. Last night I dreamed about that night. I dreamed that we were arguing about whether I wet the bed first and that started you wetting, or whether you wet the bed first and that started me wetting. And then I woke up and I HAD wet the bed." "How odd," said Sharon. "Yes, and terribly embarrassing too. But do you think this wetting the bed really is a twin thing, sis? Mum thinks it is, and said she wouldn't be at all surprised to learn that you wet the bed last night too." "Well, she's wrong there," lied Sharon. "I'm afraid you're on your own this time: I've only wet the bed once in my entire life."
Hi, friends! I've decided to ty writing again, and the incomparable and immensely-talented @Brown&yellow agreed to let me use some of their drawings to sort of caption with a small vignette. Here is the first; hope you all enjoy!  Isabel Alvarez was not a timid woman. Born into a family of rich culture and vibrant heritage, it was in her very blood to be passionate in everything she did; her job, her friendships, her fondness for Internet dessert recipes; if it interested her, you could bet she was going to put her all into making sure she did it to the fullest extent. Her recently-established gym regimen was no different. Gotta have some way to offset the physical expense for that 3-berry dump cake, right? And so, every morning for the past 6 weeks, Isabel had been hitting the machines pretty hard, her unmitigated zeal driving her to push past every physical limit she had in her bid to achieve her health goals. Not that she really needed it all too bad; as a relatively fit woman of 24, Isabel was no slouch when it came to looks, possessing a softly chiseled face along with a pair of dark amber eyes and two full, pouty lips that were pulled into an almost perpetual pout, implying strength whilst maintaining femininity. Her body was equally as desirable, if she did say so herself, sporting an almost sinfully curvaceous figure complete with a delightfully plump rump and two hand overflowing breasts that tugged at the eyes of even the most chaste of men, especially in the rather raunchy ensembles she regularly wore to the gym. Today was just another one of those mornings. She’d compressed her statuesque form into a pair of black-and-yellow Lycra leggings and a teeny yellow tube top that hardly did anything to contain her bountiful bosom. Sweat matted her brunette locks to her forehead as she finished off yet another bottle of water. What number was this? She’d lost count an hour ago as soon as she’d gotten to the mountain climber machine. She crumpled the plastic in her hand, tossing it into the recycling before grabbing another. Working as hard as she did, she always figured she needed to drink her weight in fluids to counter the immense sweat output. Normally, it worked out that way, and she was able to go through her entire workout hydrated and unimpeded. However, something was different. She was sweating, alright, but the sheen on her bronzed skin only accounted for a small percentage of the liquids she consumed. Most of it had been steadily trickling into her bladder since the first bottle, manifesting as an urge in the first 15 minutes and a dull ache after a half hour. She had adamantly forced it down, opting to continuing her workout despite the building pressure. That was another thing about Isabel; she was incorrigibly stubborn, unwilling to be distracted from her task, even at the behest of her own body. That was nearly two and a half hours ago. She looked positively pregnant with pee now, her swollen abdomen bulging almost grotesquely out of her leggings as she defiantly chugged yet another bottle of water, her face red both from physical exertion and the effort it took to contain the ocean of urine nestled betwixt her quivering thighs. A few of the gym goers had ceased their workouts to ogle at the woman’s rotund abdomen, whispering to themselves about the obviously monumental pee the valiant-spirited woman was denying herself. Great as her willpower was, even Isabel could not combat biology. She grunted a bit into her bottle as a sizable squirt from her clenched nethers dampened the gusset of her leggings, dripping onto the floor with a light *pat, pat*. At this point, it was only pride keeping Isabel from completely breaking down into a twitching, writhing dance of desperation. She had come this far, she would not be bested by her bladder, not now. Finishing the bottle, she disposed of it as well, her face tight and her lips trembling as she attempted to get back on the mountain machine. She grit her teeth as the motion sent jolts through her overripened organ, making her knees knock with the effort of holding back the immense flood. Swallowing and steeling herself, she began to move her legs up and down, vehemently ignoring the protests from her screaming kegels. Her stomach was so bloated that quads actually kneaded into the taut flesh of her abdomen as she worked, each pump causing her face to contort in agony as her overfilled pee-pouched was jostled and squeezed from both sides by each motion she took on the machine. She tried to keep going, but the pressure was too great. In one last bid for control, she pulled one hand of of the grips and thrust between her shaking thighs, gripping at her soaked crotch as she tried to salvage what was left of her quickly deteriorating willpower. It bought her some time, but eventually, the reinforcing pressure was overcome by the sheer volume of pee she was containing. She lasted may 2 more minutes before the scale finally tipped. The battle was lost; it was now only a matter of time before even retreat ceased to be a viable option. The bodacious brunette threw herself off of the machine with a strangled cry, both hands thrust up underneath her protruding bladder as she stashed towards the ladies, spurting intermittently into her fingers. She shoved aside the door, staggering into the lavatory as her face contorted in agony. She leaned against the wall for support with one hand, the other still clutching at her trembling womanhood, the whole crotch of her leggings practically dripping with her amber bounty. She managed to stumble into a stall, tearing down her leggings as her muscles gave way, rivulets of her nectar streaming down her trembling inner thighs. She was practically already peeing full force as she threw herself at the toilet, not even having time to remove her panties as she thrust her bum over the mouth of her porcelain salvation. Torrents upon torrents of pee gushed out through Isabel’s panties, splattering noisily into the bowl below. So intense was her need, she did not even feel relieved for the first few moments, her face still tight with pain before dissolving into a visage of pure, unadulterated bliss. She leaned her head back on the wall, her mouth agape as her pee continued to rope out of her with unmatched fervor, her corpulent bladder slowly deflating to its normal size as her muscles twitched with almost orgasmic release. After nearly two minutes, her stream tapered to a stop. For a moment, Isabel couldn’t move, the relief leaving her nearly insensate. She merely sat there, the sound of her residual drips and labored breath echoing throughout the stall. Her bladder felt numb, faintly humming within her abdomen as she savored the sweet sensation of emptiness, her breasts still heaving. With some difficulty, she pulled herself up off of the toilet, stumbling a bit as she put her weight over her jelly-like legs again. She blindly groped around for a bit of toilet tissue to wipe up what she could before tossing it into the toilet and flushing. With a swallow, she made her way out of the bathroom, keeping her head down as she hurried to collect her things and stride quickly towards the exit of the gym. After that incident, Isabel remained the same lively woman, fiery and vivacious…though never again was she too proud to duck into a restroom whenever the urge struck! Edited December 30, 2017 by Foxlover (see edit history)
Here's another of my old stories. It's the second wetting story I ever wrote, and a personal favourite. It is also the story in which we meet Helen & Andy ... two characters who featured in a number of my subsequent stories. The Water Babe "Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say," said Helen, taking the last slice of pizza from the box. "Jolly fun," mimicked Andy. "When did you start talking like that?" "I didn't," said Helen. "I was quoting a song. Don't you know it?" "No," said Andy, popping the cork on the bottle of cheap sparkling white wine. "Garden Party. Marillion," she prompted. "Never heard of it, or them. And anyway, we're not going punting on the Cam. We're going punting on the Granta." "I thought there was only one river in Cambridge," mumbled Helen through a mouthful of dough, tomato, cheese, pepperoni, mushrooms, and peppers. "There is," said Andy, taking a swig of wine and passing the bottle to Helen. "And it changes name at that weir over there. Below the weir is the Cam. Above it is the Granta or Rhee." Helen swallowed the last of the pizza and took a mouthful of wine. "So why aren't we going on the Cam?" "Because I want to show you Byron's Pool," said Andy. "Still in the lonely midnight waters cool / His ghostly lordship swims the pool / And tries the strokes, essays the tricks / Long learned on Hellespont, or Styx." "You what?" said Helen. "I was quoting a poem," said Andy. "Don't you know it?" "No." Helen shook her head and took another swig of wine. "Rupert Brooke," said Andy. "Never heard of him." "The Old Vicarage, Grantchester." "Never heard of it." "It's where Jeffrey Archer lives when he's not in prison," said Andy, despairingly. "Oh, I've heard of him." "You really are a Philistine, aren't you?" teased Andy. "You're the one who thinks showing a girl a good time means sharing a takeaway pizza and a bottle of cheap wine," retorted Helen. "Yeah well," said Andy, "punt hire ain't exactly cheap, you know." "Yeah well," mimicked Helen. Knowing Andy and Helen, this scintillating intellectual discussion could have carried on all afternoon if other events hadn't intervened. But other events did intervene. They had now arrived at the head of the queue; so Andy paid his deposit and took the ticket round to the landing stage where the boatman offered him a heavy, 16-foot wooden punt pole. Andy shook his head. "That one's too furry. Haven't you got one in better condition?" The boatman offered a second pole, and again Andy shook his head. Then he cast his eye over the stack of waiting poles and pointed to another. "I'll take that one." The boatman passed Andy the pole he had indicated and Andy walked deftly out along a waiting punt to the platform at the far end of the vessel, where he stood and waited for Helen. The punt rocked gently from side to side as he walked along it. "It looks a little unstable," said Helen. "It's fine," said Andy. "Just step onto the platform, walk along the centre line, and plonk yourself down on one of the cushions facing me." "You have such a way with words, Andy," said Helen. "Plonk meself down indeed!" The boatman took Helen's elbow and steadied her as she stepped hesitantly out onto the platform. The punt rocked alarmingly, and she jumped forward and fell into a tumbled heap on the plastic-covered cushions in the middle of the vessel, narrowly avoiding spilling the wine as she did so. She had just started to sort herself out and sit herself up, when the punt gave another great lurch as the boatman pushed it off and out into the river. Then a third lurch came which toppled her into a flailing heap of arms and legs as Andy skillfully dug the pole deep into the mud at the bottom of the river and brought the motion of the vessel under control. It was a bright sunny day in mid July, and Helen was wearing one of her short summer dresses. She liked teasing and tantalizing the boys with these dresses, giving them the impression that if they kept watching long enough they might catch a glimpse of her knickers; but she seldom if ever allowed them such a glimpse. As she sorted herself out and sat herself back up, however, she realized that she must have shown just about everything she'd got to just about anyone who was watching, including Andy, so there was little point in playing coy and dignified now. Instead she decided to adopt Plan B: that morning she'd carefully chosen matching coral pink knickers and bra, which could easily pass as a bikini, so she casually took her dress off and lay back on the cushion. "Lovely day," she murmured. "I think I'll soak up a bit of the sun and improve my tan." "Be my guest," said Andy, wondering to himself whether that really was a bikini she was wearing, or whether it was just ordinary knickers and a bra. Andy certainly knew how to punt, Helen realized as they made steady progress up the river. During the first twenty minutes or so they passed punt after punt of clueless tourists, screaming and yelling and ramming one another as they struggled to control the unfamiliar and unwieldy craft. Yet never once did Andy collide with any of these tourists. With a deft flick of his wrists he steered his own punt away from them and around them. Helen also noticed that the inexperienced punters seemed to shower their passengers with river water every time they lifted the pole; yet in twenty minutes she had not suffered so much as a splash. "You're good at this," she said appreciatively, as she drained the last of the wine. "I've told you," Andy replied, "I had a misspent youth." "Will you teach me?" "If you like," he replied. "Come up onto the deck here and stand in front of me." Helen stood up, and the punt immediately lurched over to one side. Andy easily absorbed the rolling motion by flexing his knees, but in her slightly drunken state Helen nearly toppled over the side of the punt. "Oops," she said, sitting heavily back down again. "Maybe not now. Tell you what - I'll try again a bit later, when there are fewer people looking." And so they continued up the river for another half an hour or so. Gradually the number of other vessels they encountered dwindled until it seemed theirs was the only punt on the river, and as they left Cambridge behind them the crowds of people on the riverbanks steadily thinned out too. When they had been on the river for perhaps an hour, Helen began to be aware that the wine she had been drinking was rapidly making its way into her bladder. And once she'd noticed it, she also began to realize that it was building up there at an alarming rate. She was also feeling somewhat tipsy, having consumed, as she now realized, by far the greater part of the bottle of wine. Perhaps because of this she wasn't all that concerned about the signals she was receiving from her bladder. After all, she reasoned, Andy must have realized that she'd need to go to the loo at some point, and doubtless he had it all under control. So she settled back into the cushions and grinned up at Andy. She watched the steady, rhythmic sway of his body as he lifted the pole to its full height, threw it down into the murky waters and shoved against the riverbed to give them forward momentum. She listed to the steady watery slap - slap - slap under the bows of the punt as it fought its way up against the current and the gentle gurgling hiss of the current as it flowed down past the sides of the punt. As she did so she became uncomfortably aware of the building pressure in her bladder again; and no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on other things instead, the sounds of the river kept bringing it back into the forefront of her mind. She really did need to go to the toilet, she realized, subconsciously crossing her legs. "Andy," she said. "How much further is it now?" "We're a little over half way there, I reckon." "Oh," she said. A little over half way there? As in, still about an hour of hissing, gurgling, slapping water noises to make her bladder uncomfortable? She'd never make it! She was going to have to find a toilet first. She hated to admit her weakness to Andy; but the choices seemed to be either asking him to find her a toilet or wet herself. And however unthinkable the first one seemed, the second was even more so. And yet... and yet... She REALLY didn't want to ask him. It wasn't a subject she felt comfortable discussing with him. They'd been going out for about three months now. They'd kissed, they'd indulged in a certain amount of sexual foreplay, but so far as she was aware they were both still virgins (well, she certainly was) and they'd never seen each other naked. She'd teased him by giving him tantalizing glimpses of her knickers or her breasts from time to time; but this was the first time she'd stripped to her underwear for him (and as far as he was aware it was in any event a bikini, which was altogether different). They'd never really discussed going to the toilet and bodily functions; and several times she'd come back from a date absolutely bursting for a wee because she didn't want to tell him that she needed a toilet during the date. Another fifteen minutes or so couldn't hurt, could it? Perhaps the urgency would ease a bit, and she would find that she really could hold on. Perhaps. She crossed her legs the other way. Then back the first way. Then she turned over to lie on her stomach, alternately bending and straightening her knees. This was a good position in some respects, because she could slip a hand underneath herself and hold her crotch without being noticed; but it was a bad position in other respects because she was lying on her bladder, which was increasing her discomfort. In the end she decided she was better off on her back and turned over again. But she couldn't get comfortable, and whichever way she crossed her legs she couldn't ease the pressure in her bladder the way she had before she turned onto her stomach. Indeed, the fact was that she was really bursting. She was going to have to wee soon, whether she wanted to or not. She was not going to be able to hold on until Byron's Pool. So perhaps she should say something to Andy. Or perhaps not - perhaps she could still hold on. Perhaps the sweat that was beading on her brow was there because it was a hot, sunny day and she was ever so slightly tipsy. Perhaps it had nothing to do with the fact that she needed to pee. Soon. VERY soon. "You aren't half jiffling," said Andy. "Anybody would think you were trying to upset the punt and tip me into the river." "I'm sorry," she said. "Is everything alright, Helen?" he asked. Now was the time to tell him. Now was the time to confess that she was fidgeting like a nine year old that was about to wet her knickers because she was ... well ... a nineteen year old that was about to wet her knickers. Only she felt too shy to say it. And whereas a nine year old who was this desperate probably would wet her knickers if she didn't get to a toilet soon, she felt sure that if she tried she really COULD hold on. She just had to try. "I'm fine," she mumbled, crossing her legs the other way and trying to sit still for Andy. But sitting still made it worse. The pressure in her bladder was all she could think about. And the hiss and gurgle of the current and the slap - slap - slap of the bows kept making her think of going to the toilet, and what a blessed relief it would be if she could. But she couldn't. Not here. And she couldn't say anything to Andy. Could she? Well, perhaps she could. Perhaps she should. Perhaps ... WAAAK WAAAK WAAAK WAAAK WAAAK WAAAK! With a clattering splash of wings on water, a startled duck fled from under the bows of the punt. It startled Helen, too. So much so that she very nearly lost control of herself. She so very nearly started to pee there and then. She just managed to keep in control, but it was a close run thing. And it made up her mind for her, because another surprise like that and she was sure she would be in trouble. "Andy," she said falteringly. "Yes?" he said. But her nerve deserted her, just as a sudden spasm ripped through her bladder forcing a short jet of warm pee out into her knickers. Her face burned as it turned crimson with embarrassment, and she sat rigid while she fought to control her tortured bladder. She managed to hold it at that, and prayed that Andy hadn't seen anything. But she couldn't mention her need to go to the toilet. She really couldn't. And she certainly couldn't tell him that she had already started to wet herself. What would he think? And then inspiration struck. "Andy," she said. "Do you think I could have another go at punting now?" Andy smiled. "Of course you can," he said. "Now, stand up very carefully, and don't try moving until you have found your balance." Helen stood up, very VERY carefully. She was being so very careful because she still needed to hold back her pee for a few moments longer, but even standing up might be more than her tortured bladder could take. Andy, of course, thought that she was just being very careful to keep her balance. She made it upright with no more leaks. "Good," said Andy. "Now walk back here to me, carefully, one step at a time." Helen took a faltering step. As she did so, another short jet of pee escaped into her damp knickers. Still Andy would be unable to see this, as he was standing somewhat higher than her up on the deck. But Helen felt sure that any more leaks would send a trickle of pee running down her legs, and Andy would surely see that. So now was the time to put her desperate plan into action. "Oh Andy!" she yelped, and leaned abruptly over to one side. The punt rocked with her, and she let its motion carry her with it and topple her over the vessel's low side and into the river with a mighty splash. The river water was cold. Far colder than she had imagined, and as it closed around her she lost all semblance of bladder control. The warm pee flowed out into her knickers, warming her crotch and her thighs. But she was safe. Nobody could see it. Nobody else need ever know about her accident. It would be her secret. Blessed relief! She surfaced and looked about her, treading water, still peeing. There was the punt. There was Andy, looking worriedly in her direction. She raised an arm and waved to him. "Oops!" she said. "I just don't seem to have the balance for this punting lark, do I?" As soon as she had finished peeing, she struck out for the punt. She was a strong swimmer, and in no time Andy's well-muscled arms were helping her back aboard the vessel. Andy decided to turn back and show her Byron's Pool another day. And it was just as well he did, because by the time they got back to the punt station and the public toilets next to it, the sun had dried Helen's clothes out and she was getting pretty close to wetting herself for a second time. She didn't, however, and Andy never discovered that his girlfriend had wet her knickers before his very eyes without his even noticing.
This is a piece I wrote for someone, just thought of sharing it here for the ladies who might be interested. Apologies if it is not good enough. Happy New Year 2018 to all! Enjoy!  ---- Athena, The Lady of Thesox loved watching men desperate to pee. All her life, she had dreamt of controlling a man’s piss. Having absolute authority over a man’s bladder. After her husband, the lord passed away, leaving behind five children in her safety, Athena had found herself busy with the duties of being a mother and the lady of a vast kingdom. But now that her children were busy with themselves, it left Athena with the time to explore her fantasies. Lady Athena declared an open challenge, “I hereby declare that I will award a large castle and a beautiful wife to any man who would dare to accept my challenge of holding his piss until I give him the discretion to release his waters...” The word spread like wildfire through the country, but no man dared to accept the challenge. Several days passed but to Lady Athena’s great dismay, no one stepped up to confront her. But then, a fortnight later, a man named Malcolm visited her castle. “I accept your challenge!” he said. “Oh, but remember, once you participate, you can only quit if I give you the permission, and not before” Lady Athena smirked. “I accept your challenge my lady” Malcolm said, “I have a large bladder.” “Very well then, the challenge will start tomorrow, get a good night’s sleep” she said, “I shall see you in the morning.” Malcolm was shown to his chambers by the servants. The next morning, when Malcolm visited the grand hall of the castle, he found Lady Athena already waiting for him there, with a large tub of lukewarm water that had vapours of steam rising from it. “From today on, each day, you’ll drink a hundred and ninety litres of water in the morning. An elephant drinks this much in the entire day, so I guess it will be good for you as starters” Athena smiled haughtily, almost expecting Malcolm to be shocked at the amount she had mentioned but the man stood defiant. Gulping the lump in his throat, he began drinking from the tub with the help of a jug. And after two hours of continuous drinking, the man was finished with the tub. “Looks like you have finished it all! Good, that’ll ready you for a big pee” Lady Athena smiled. It was true, Malcolm’s stomach felt bloated with all the water and he knew, such a large quantity would make him piss like an elephant. But he wasn’t worried. With his bladder capacity, needing to pee was never an issue. Lady Athena and Malcolm spent the morning in the church and during the lunch hours, she had her servants serve Malcolm with sixty litres of hot barley tea. That was too much liquid going inside his bladder and Malcolm was beginning to get worried if he’d be able to hold it till Lady Athena wanted him to. But with hesitation, he drank down all the tea given to him and hoped it wouldn’t make him want to pee badly. But while Lady Athena was enjoying the desperation Malcolm was facing, another problem was brewing inside the stable of her castle. Oros was a majestic and powerful centaur that Lady Athena had as her pet and her protector. The being though thoughtful and intelligent, was kept in the stable along with the horses. He was gifted to the Lady by a fabled conjuror and would only listen to commands from Athena. Each morning and evening, the lady would take the centaur out of the castle for a piss as the other servants were scared to go even near the fiend. But since the last two days, the lady had completely forgotten about her pet. “Where is my lady? She hasn’t visited me in two days...” the centaur asked a servant nearby who happened to be feeding the horses. “Well she’s busy with a guest” he answered before walking away with a stack of hay in his hands. Oros held the chain around his neck and sighed in dismay before settling down to the ground. Each day, the being was given four hundred and fifty litres of water to drink, which meant, he already had over nine hundred litres in his bladder. But his vessel was huge and Oros knew he could hold longer if needs be, but not much longer. Inside the stone walls of the castle, Malcolm was beginning to feel the first signs of his filling bladder but he was confident he could wait. Athena could see the first signs of a bladder bulge beginning to form in Malcolm’s midriff. She invited him for a walk in the gardens, hoping some movement would help him digest all that liquid quicker. She noticed the man walked a bit weirdly, but then what could she expect from a person containing over two hundred and fifty litres of liquid in his stomach. In the evening, Malcolm was served, fifteen litres of milk along with thirty five more litres of water. The man was trembling at the liquid intake. “My lady, I just wanted to know how long will this challenge last?” Malcolm asked, placing a hand on his rapidly filling bladder. “Until I am sure that you have the biggest bladder, this challenge will go on” Lady Athena smirked. She could see his bladder distinctly bulging over his breeches and she knew he had some serious pressure building up, much to her amusement. Little did Lady Athena know that her day was going to get much busier though. A huge blow of trumpets from the courtyard announced the arrival of Prince Noah to the castle. The Prince had travelled all the way to Lady Athena’s castle far up north to take an account of the law and order in her state. “Very welcome my prince, it is a great honour to have you as our guest” the lady greeted. “I am pleased my lady, could you please show me to my chambers, it has been a long and cold journey and I would like to have some rest” the Prince said. Lady Athena personally showed the Prince to his chambers and once alone the Prince made his way straight to the privy. Though in his mid thirties, the prince was a strong and muscular man who drank plenty of water each day. Since the morning, the prince charming had drunk over two hundred litres of pure water, and a large amount of honey water and lemonade. But unfortunately for the Prince, when he tried to open the large wooden door of his privy, it refused to budge. It was jammed. The Prince thought of telling Lady Athena of the problem but then decided against it, as it was thought to be a matter of great disgrace for a monarch to tell someone about their need to relieve themselves. The Prince went downstairs to have his supper, but much to his annoyance and frustration, the servants poured him mug after mug of hard cold beer. Lady Athena wondered what a big pee the prince would take after all that beer, and decided to feed the same amount to Malcolm who was sitting right next to her at the table. By the time the dinner was done, both Prince Noah and Malcolm had drunk over twenty large mugs of beer, and Lady Athena was pleased to think of how much Malcolm’s bladder would fill over the course of the night. Noah however was absolute about not disclosing his problem to Lady Athena. So the Prince quietly went to bed, hoping to find a solution to his problem the next day. Edited January 1, 2018 by Pain (see edit history)
Thank you so much for the comment! I am glad you like my work. I was a bit nervous about this. Thank you so much for your support! Hahahah! I know! The person who requested this and I, both are a tad bit into going overboard with things. I think regular omorashi stories are too many over here, a little change only adds a bit of spice and may help people find new tastes and interests!  Sure, my dear friend, I'll post the full-length story for you all here.  I would like to humbly request you all to leave feedback and comments as they act as great motivation for a writer like me and gives me the enthusiasm and strength to go from one story to another. I hope this story will be as entertaining for you all as I intended it to be. Enjoy! **** The next day when Malcolm woke up, his bladder felt much heavier than yesterday, it had filled with an enormous amount of urine but it still didn’t make him feel very desperate. The Prince on the other hand stood up mighty confidently from his bed and dressed for the day, completely forgetting his day old unrelieved bladder. Both men had almost two hundred litres of water for breakfast, and while the Prince totally forgot about his filling bladder vessel, Malcolm was beginning to feel the first signs of desperation. “My lady, when do you think this challenge will end?” he asked, placing a hand on his lap near his crotch as he sat on the chair. “As I’ve told you before, you will have to hold it till I am satisfied with the fact that you have a big enough bladder” Lady Athena smiled at him. He had begun to fear that smile. Lady Athena was pushing his bladder beyond limits and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold his pee off. For lunch, the Prince had his usual twenty litres of lemonade while Malcolm was served nettle tea of the same amount. Both their bladders where filling up at a very rapid rate but neither of them where even close to the point of being desperate. Both the men were carrying a lake of urine inside them and neither knew when they’ll be getting a chance to release it. For the evening, Malcolm was given forty litres of hot cow milk as the same was demanded by the Prince to be delivered to his chambers. Both the men were now converted into massive human sewages, holding litres and litres of waste waters inside them. For Malcolm personally, it did not matter how much he drank until and unless he had enough time to digest it and send it to his bladder. He knew his bladder could keep on stretching no matter how much liquid it was holding. And it absolutely didn’t look like he was desperate to pee, except his inflated bladder region. The day closed with Prince Noah drinking around forty litres of nettle tea before bed and Malcolm consuming fifteen litres of mead and twenty five litres of hard wine before going to sleep. **** The third day was much more eventful though. Both the Prince and Malcolm drank their normal amounts of water which was an ungoldly amount. Both men were building up massive gushers inside themselves and Lady Athena was more than happy about how Malcolm’s bladder was bulging out immensely. Malcolm could feel all the liquid streaming inside his mega bladder, swelling and filling it extensively. His humungous holding capacities were being tested to its limits. The Prince however in his chambers was feeling a bit of unease now as the fluids rushed into his cavernous tankard, increasing the pressure continuously. Though he wasn’t worried, he knew he’d soon need an immense piss. His bladder had grown to the size of a pumpkin and he caressed it lightly before getting back to his paper work that was spread all across his table. For the afternoon, Prince Noah had forty litres of hot creamy milk along with ten litres of water, while Malcolm had twenty litres of lemonade and thirty litres of nettle tea. “Do you regret giving up your right to pee to me?” Lady Athena asked Malcolm haughtily as she poured him a cup of honey combed wine. “No not at all, with my capacity, needing to pee is never an issue” Malcolm said. Lady Athena now saw Malcolm as a moving, talking sewage tank, full of waste waters ready to be released. But she was not going to grant him a release so soon. That evening, when the Prince came down for supper, he was served another forty litres of hard lemonade along with ten litres of beer and so was the same for Malcolm. “My Prince, there was something I needed to talk to you about” Lady Athena said, “The nearby town is hosting an annual drinking festival for its people, I plan to take Malcolm for that event and you could participate too if you find your interest in it.” Prince Noah was taken aback at first by the information, having not made water in days, participating in a drinking contest was the last thing he wanted, but then he thought of it a bit and realized that his bladder capacity would easily help him accommodate all the extra liquid, so he agreed , “Very well, I would participate too!” “That’s great news my Prince, I’ll send a word to my men for them to make necessary arrangements for your visit at the contest tomorrow..” Lady Athena chimed. When the Prince left for his chambers Malcolm spoke up, “You never told me about the contest, you should have asked me first!” “Well I don’t need to, you’ll drink as much as I tell you to” Lady Athena commanded before giving an evil smile. Though Malcolm was not bothered as he knew drinking didn’t matter as nothing would come out of his gargantuan bladder without his permission. Before going to the bed though, he had fifty litres of hard beer from the kitchen and the Prince drank mead of the same quantity which was served to him in his chambers, all of the liquid, now ferociously pumping inside the men’s bladders, which were now ballooning at an immense rate. **** The next morning, after the men had drunk two hundred litres of water each, all three of them, Lady Athena, Prince Noah and Malcolm, headed to the village in a huge carriage for the contest. It was the fourth day since either Prince Noah or Malcolm had made waters and the pressure inside their bladder tanks was increasing at an astounding rate and they still had more liquids to follow throughout the day. People were surprised and cheered when they saw the Prince and the Lady Athena. Malcolm walked with a hand on his protruding bladder bulge but never did he feel even the slightest urge for relief. He was in stone cold control. The first contest was between a wholly mammoth and the Prince. The Prince had never expected the contest would be against an animal so big but he didn’t complain. Both the animal and Prince Noah were given two hundred and fifty litres of water to drink and to the immense amazement of the crowd, the Prince was able to finish all of it though an hour later than the mammoth. “Don’t worry my Prince, this is an open contest, you can drink as much as you want” Lady Athena smiled and so did the Prince. “I know, many thanks my lady” he said. Then came Malcolm’s turn, who was asked to drink an entire barrel of beer. He drank it without any complain and hoped that would be enough for the day but he was wrong. All the contestants were then given an option of either peeing and leaving the contest or going on to the next round, which needed all the participants to drink a hundred litres of honey water. No man could even think of daring to drink a hundred litres, it was too much, but Prince Noah and Malcolm were different. They both accepted the challenge and drank a hundred litres more leaving the crowd flabbergasted. The crowd clapped and jeered as the men drank their portion before exiting the stage. Back in the castle, both of them were given forty litres of hot nettle tea before they went to rest. And only woke up when it was time for supper, and had fifty litres of hot milk before retiring for the day. Athena was really happy with the way Malcolm’s bladder was filling. He truly had a mighty bladder and she was going to make him wait until it absolutely exploded. **** The fifth day came with a problem. The loaded and overfull bladders of both the men were now beginning to tremble a bit. While Malcolm’s piss was in control of Lady Athena, Prince Noah didn’t have a place to wee. So they both held on, waiting for the day to unfold. Malcolm’s bladder was beginning to ache a bit, while Prince Noah felt full though not desperate. They drank their usual amount of water before going for a horse ride together. In the afternoon, they stopped at a nearby inn where they had rice beer, though both men had over fifty litres of rice beer each, which was much greater in proportion to Lady Athena. On the ninth day, Oros, Lady Athena’s pet centaur, wanted to pee very badly, his long thick cock now hurting to control all the pee in his gigantic bladder. But he suffered quietly. Waiting for his mistress, to come and take him out for a big piss. The pressure was insane, so much as though it felt he was holding a flood inside his cock, but Oros withheld the agony and bobbled on his back hooves. Pissing in the stable was out of question as it would be humiliating to say the least. He was a centaur, not a horse to relieve himself in the open for everyone to watch. Four hundred and fifty litres of hot water each day had stretched his bladder to an insane extent and it had now started to hurt very badly. **** Time went by, and each day Prince Noah and Malcolm continued to drink hundreds of litres of liquids unprecedentedly. Their bladders swelling to immense proportions to contain the immeasurable amount of liquid they were consuming. Though their bladders were much too large to be troubled by any amount of liquid getting pumped inside of them, things had changed by when the fifteenth day came. Both men woke up with hard swollen, protruding bladders that jutted out of their guts like water tanks. Pissing was on the top priority for both of them now. God they were desperate and absolutely bursting for a massive piss but the problem still persisted. Prince Noah had nowhere to go and Lady Athena had not given Malcolm the permission to pee yet. It was the beginning of desperate times for both men. Both gentlemen started off with their regular two hundred litres of water in the morning. By the afternoon, their bladders had acquired enough liquids to swell them up like crazy, their breeches were now cutting into their bulges. Both their bladders were immensely tired, but they kept the fight on, determined not to give up. Increasing bladder pangs made both of them extremely annoyed as the day wore on but there was nothing they could do about their situations. Prince Noah drank a heavy two hundred and fifty litres of combined nettle tea, creamy hot milk and lager for the lunch while Malcolm resorted to a meagre seventy litres of barely tea along with a bit of toast. Liquid after liquid was getting stored inside their fatigued bladders, their cocks aching for massive pisses but their fate seemed to be against them. Desperation was beginning to boil as their bladders brewed colossal amounts of pure, heated urine, full of pressure. Prince Noah found that he wasn’t able to concentrate on things now. He noticed his heart was beating much faster than before and his bladder was ballooning so much, it was getting difficult to walk. It was beginning to hurt when he walked. And though his filling, brimming bladder was breaking him, he decided to hide his dilemma. There was no away he could tell anyone that his privy door was jammed and that he was aching for a pee. Never, a prince would never do that. Malcolm’s tale was not very different. His bladder was fast approaching its limits and he was beginning to get restless for a pee. “My Lady can I piss now?” he asked, “My bladder is swollen so much it hurts, I have been drinking for days and haven’t had a pee, please let me go...” “Not yet my friend... your test must continue” Lady Athena smiled. Malcolm cursed her under his breath and continued holding and holding and holding. His bladder had grown gigantic, Lady Athena could not believe at the size of it and gaped in astonishment. She was determined to break him. “I just want to see you grab your crotch and dance, trying not to wet your pants” she laughed as she looked at Malcolm’s frustrated face. It was on the morning of the sixteenth day that, Prince Noah woke up to a huge ache in his bladder. The walls of his vessel were stretched, the thick two hundred litres of honey milk he drank yesterday along with the large barrel of beer, now filling all the nooks and corners of his monstrous bladder. But he refused to act differently in the face of his immensely full bladder and swore to uphold his grace and panache as the Prince. Malcolm though had to cross his legs at times during the lunch as he felt his humongous bladder being challenged by wave after wave of desperation. Both the men drank with reckless abandon. A hundred and fifty litres of strong nettle tea during the lunch, upon their usual two hundred litres of morning water.  Pissing was becoming a compulsion. Such heavy amounts of liquids were being consumed by both men yet, not even a single drop of it had been released till now. There bladders were breaking now, the walls of their vessels stretched to an unbelievable limit. The building up of frustration, pressure and liquid, all was being controlled by these men. Unbelievable effort put into their worked out sphincters and overloaded bladders. Their cocks were trembling to piss but relief didn’t seem to be in sight. The time to empty the sewage tanks was coming. **** The torture continued through the seventeenth day, gushers building up inside two quiet but achingly full bladders. Malcolm’s bladder was absolutely bursting by this point and he only wished to pee it all out. He was terrified at the thought of drinking more when his bladder was ready to explode with all its might. There was absolutely no space left inside him, he had to piss like crazy. “My lady, I beg you to let me piss.... my bladder is so full it hurts, I think it will explode, let me go! I beg you!” Malcolm cried with tears in his eyes as he grabbed his crotch tight. He didn’t know what else to do. “Have patience my dearie” Lady Athena laughed, “Let me enjoy this a bit...” Prince Noah’s condition wasn’t much better either. He was having trouble even reading letters and messages, such was the pressure he was facing but unfortunately for him, there was no place for him to let it out. Poor Prince was dying for a massive piss, yet there was no one he could tell about his problem. Both Prince Noah and Malcolm knew that their bladders were ready to crack and yet there was absolutely nothing they could do. But the Prince was not going to give up. He knew his bladder could expand further and he knew his loyal vessel would never give way or crack under any amount of pressure. He lifted his dress to see the bulge, it was immense but still he tried to hide it. Although in his mind he had resolved it, he didn’t know if his body would support him as The Prince had never held his pee this long ever before. The day passed by with Malcolm and the Prince drinking hundreds of litres of milk, beer and lager to the point where both their pissing pressures increased manifolds but they hung on. Neither the Prince nor Malcolm could sleep the entire night, but the morning of the eighteenth day came with a good news for poor Malcolm who was fighting a losing battle against his bursting bladder. After he had consumed his share of morning water, Lady Athena took Malcolm for a ride, who had become so heavy with his bladder weight that his horse was having trouble carrying him. They rode on for an hour before stopping at the gates of a massive castle near the river. “This is the gift I promised you...” Lady Athena spoke, smiling at Malcolm. “It’s treasury is full of gold, silver and diamonds, enough for you to spend for your entire life...” The poor man couldn’t believe his eyes. He finally had his own castle and soon he’d have his wife too. “So this means the contest is over? I can pee finally now?” he asked, desperate to hear a yes. “Not yet my dear” Lady Athena chuckled, “You still have a bride to win and for that you’ll have to face a final challenge....” she said before turning her horse around and galloping away. Malcolm was going mad, he was ready to pee anywhere, in the road, in the woods, inside Lady Athena’s mouth, anywhere! He just had to pee but Lady Athena was not letting him! He was getting furious, busting for a monstrous piss! At the dinner table that night, the Prince grabbed his crotch multiple times to control his pee and also crossed his legs to control his desperation all the while making sure that no one was watching him. But the same liberty was not given to Malcolm who was constantly being looked after by Lady Athena. After a heavy dinner of three hundred litres of mammoth milk and honey water, both Malcolm and Prince Noah went to sleep, their bladders absolutely bursting and both unsure if they’d be able to survive the night. As Malcolm struggled in his bed to control his boiling piss, he heard a slight knock on his door. He sat up on his bed and saw a maid enter, “M’lord, don’t worry, I am here to talk” she told him before pushing his shoulders to indicate him to lie down, “my name is Melanie my lord and I’m here to help you...” Malcolm was confused, who was she and what kind of help was she talking about? “My Lord I know you haven’t made waters in days and you are absolutely dying for a piss, let me help, please piss in this chamber pot I brought for you..” she slowly slid out the pot she was carrying in her robes, “I promise I won’t tell anyone about it...” Malcolm felt as if this was a brutal joke. He knew the chamber pot would never be able to hold the amount he had in his bladder but something was better than nothing. Melanie reached for the string on his breeches and pulled out his long cock and aimed it to the bowl. Malcolm closed his eyes in the thought of immense relief. But even after waiting for more than a minute nothing was released from his bladder, “I’m afraid once I start I won’t be able to hold back, it’s been so long since I’ve peed” Malcolm wailed. “Don’t worry, I’ll let it out” Melanie assured. She corked the head of Malcolm’s long cock and tugged it a bit to release a squirt of piss into the bowl and Malcolm groaned with relief, “Aaaaaahhhhhh....!! More... more... let more come out” he begged as he clutched the pillow under his head. Melanie continued to tug his cock like a cow’s udders, drawing piss one squirt at a time. Malcolm was shivering with relief as Melanie filled the bowl with his piss, before pulling his breeches back up and tying the knot. “I’m really desperate, I want to pee more” Malcolm begged, grabbing his crotch tightly as he lay on his bed, the flames of the fireplace burning hot. “The pot is full, you cannot pee anymore” Melanie said. “H-how were you able to control my bladder when I was sure I would lose control if I peed a little,” Malcolm asked puzzled. “Well my lord, I practice a bit of witchcraft and can control a man’s body better than him” she smiled, “That’d be a hundred golden coins my lord.” “A hundred gold coins? You never said anything about money?!” Malcolm complained. “Well time is money my lord and for each litre I extract out of you, it will be a hundred golden coins” Melanie sighed, “Remember if it weren’t for me, you would have wet the bed tonight.” “Oh...” Malcolm wailed in pain and desperation. He knew what she was saying was right, so he handed her a pouch of hundred golden coins before she left the room, leaving his bladder aching and still very full. The next morning was a tormenting one. The Prince had leaked a tiny bit in his small clothe during the night, it was only a few drops but enough to get him worried. He quickly changed out of his clothes and went for the aching breakfast of two hundred litres of water.  His bursting piss need was catching up to him, an inescapable part of nature that he surely couldn’t resist forever. “Ahh, my bladder” he wailed with his eyes closed, and grabbing his crotch under the table. All through his conversation with Lady Athena, our Prince charming lost control of his train of thoughts at multiple occasions, pausing and gasping for extended intervals. “Are you alright my prince?” Lady Athena asked, “Are you unwell? Is there something bothering you?” “N-No, not at all” Prince Noah fumbled, “I just couldn’t get a proper sleep last night, I feel a bit tired that’s all” he spoke, trying his level best to keep his composure calm and collected. He pressed his thighs together as he walked away to his chambers, his bladder absolutely bursting. The insane amount of liquid intake continued for both Prince Noah and Malcolm throughout the day. For lunch they had a whopping seventy litres of honey milk and for the evening, the prince had sixty litres of lemonade with forty litres of Orange juice, while Malcolm had a hundred litres of water. All that liquid made its way to their still expanding bladders, though there was hardly any space left inside their tanks. Things were getting out of hand for both the men with their bladders ready to explode at any moment. Malcolm’s condition was worse than Prince Noah’s. The man’s bladder was ready to blow apart any second and he had been letting out drops of pee into his small clothes. When the night fell and dinner was done with more copious amounts of liquids, Lady Athena broke the news to Malcolm, “Your final contest is tomorrow” she spoke, “You’ll find the bride of your dreams tomorrow if you fulfil my last challenge” she spoke. “W-what challenge?” Malcolm spoke, “Will I get to pee after that?” “Yes, you will” Lady Athena laughed, “You’ll find out what the challenge is on the morrow, be prepared” she said before retiring to her chambers. Malcolm couldn’t wait for tomorrow, he’ll finally get to pee and end this agony of carrying around an enormously full bladder. The next morning when Malcolm woke up from his sleep, his bladder felt like an enormous boulder inside his gut, filled with gallons and gallons of urine. He got up and dressed himself, somehow stopping himself from peeing all over the carpet and then made his way downstairs, all the while pressing his cock between his thighs, nursing a bladder full of his piss. “My lady I am dying for the toilet....” he cried out as, bobbing on his knees as soon as he reached the grand dining table, “Please... please... please let me pee...!” “You’ll get a chance to pee” Lady Athena instructed him to sit, “First finish your water, we’ll leave then and I’ll tell you about your last challenge on the way.” After the breakfast was done, they both moved out where a large carriage was waiting for them. Climbing inside the carriage was a big task for Malcolm, holding a bladder so full of piss and he crossed his legs as soon as he found himself seated. They began the ride and the carriage stopped before the Colosseum, the arena where the great battles took place. “Every beautiful girl in this country has come to see this fight, do not disappoint them” Lady Athena spoke as she exited the carriage. “Fight?” Malcolm was taken aback, “How can I fight like this, I cannot even stand straight, let alone walk!” “You’ll not have to fight, someone will fight for you, to save you” she said before indicating the servants to take Malcolm away. In the back, Malcolm’s mouth was gagged and his hands and legs tied together at the back, an extremely painful position when nursing a bladder ready to burst apart. He was then carried before the stadium a quarter full of beautiful ladies who were all, prospective brides of Malcolm, according to Lady Athena. He was carefully left in the middle of the ground by the servants as he continued to hold on to his aching, stretching bladder. Malcolm had no idea what was happening. One moment he was in a carriage riding with Lady Athena and in the other he was lying in the middle of an open ground, his hands and legs tied and his mouth gagged. He had to pee so badly, but all these women were looking at him cheering and yelling, he could never wet himself in front of them. Never. “The rules remain the same” Lady Athena yelled and everyone fell silent, “The victim lies on the field, waiting to be rescued. Every woman willing to win his heart, will one by one try to defend him against one common enemy and the one who succeeds, marries Malcolm, but they’ll get only one chance. Am I clear?” Malcolm couldn’t believe his ears, he was going to be rescued by women but against whom, that was yet to be found out. He could have never imagined that his bride would be chosen this way. From the exit in front of him, entered a beautiful woman clad in armour and carrying a spear and besides her walked a majestic lion, her defender. “My eldest daughter, Olympia will be the challenger” Lady Athena roared and clapped in excitement and so did the crowd of women, “Let the contest begin!” He saw Olympia walk towards him along with her lion, she looked into his desperate eyes. He tried to tell her that his bladder was about to burst but couldn’t as his mouth was gagged. His eyes went wide with horror when she lifted her spear, but she cut his breeches open around his crotch, “I want to see your cock...” she said with a blank face as she used the wooden tip of her spear to free his genital and bring it out in the open. All the women cheered at the sight of his cock. “I know everything my mother has been doing to you” Olympia said, “...and if you dare pee before the fight is over, I’ll have you hanged.” She gave an evil smile and turned around. The fight began and the lion roared with all its might, attacking the first woman defender of Malcolm. Malcolm was scared so badly that he didn’t know what to do.  His bladder was aching so badly that he was going to cry but Olympia had warned him against peeing. He couldn’t think of anything, so he closed his eyes and put all his strength in holding his pee back that was now slipping towards the edge of his cock. His dam was going to burst. When the first defender fell against the blows of Olympia, a short spurt of hot piss escaped Malcolm’s tired bladder and the women cheered at this sight, most of all Lady Athena, “Don’t piss! Hold it back!” But by this point Malcolm’s bladder had reached its absolute limits. Fear, mixed with pressure and tension were wrecking havoc on his swollen vessel. Another long hot leak escaped for everyone to watch, and all the women yelled or clapped or cursed. It was so humiliating for Malcolm. His bladder was paining so much, he wanted to cry but couldn’t. And then finally, when he heard the lion roar one more time, he trembled in fear and his dam of hot urine exploded. A strong stream started to flow through the ground, from where he was lying to where the fight was going on.  The women in the stands screamed and cursed in excitement as they saw Malcolm’s piss flowing through the battle field. Malcolm laid silently, with eyes closed as immense amount of relief flowed through his body, his body had absolutely no strength to hold back the pee. “Don’t pee, it is against the rules, if your bladder runs empty, you’ll be hanged” he heard one of the defenders speak to him who had shifted away from battle. Olympia was engaged with five other women and had her hands full. The defender woman’s words scared Malcolm even more and he tried to stop his flow but failed. There was so much pressure inside his bladder and it was all coming out if front of these beautiful women who were watching every moment of his gigantic release. A gigantic, foamy and hot puddle of pee was forming on the field as Malcolm battled against his bladder but to no avail. He partially did not want to stop pissing, his body needed it, but he needed to save his life first. Torn between his orgasmic relief and the fear of being hanged, Malcolm tried his best to stop his powerful flow but failed. The women in the stands were shocked at the amount coming out of Malcolm, “God, look at how much he is pissing!” he heard one woman say. “I can’t imagine how long he must have been holding to pee that much” he heard another woman say. “He’s an elephant...look how much is pouring out of him!!” another woman cheered and laughed. Malcolm’s body trembled with relief as his salty foamy piss continued to get collected to the massive puddle. The puddle was so large that it looked as if there had been a sewage burst, but that was indeed not the case. He breathed in great relief as his body gave out completely and he just let his urine flow out of him in a ferociously strong and steady stream. He went on peeing and peeing and peeing as up to eight women tried to defend him against Olympia but all of them fell one by one. After two solid hours, when the fight was over, Malcolm’s bladder was completely empty and deflated and all his defenders lied on the ground, injured. Only Olympia stood on his enormous puddle of piss. This had been the most satisfying piss of his life and there was absolutely no way he could have stopped it. He had tried, but the force inside his bladder had been too much. Lady Athena stepped down from the stands and came to the field to stand alongside her daughter on the immense puddle of his piss, “I hereby declare, Olympia the winner!” she raised her daughter’s hand and the crowd of women cheered, some still amazed at the quantity Malcolm had urinated. The poor man was sent to the dungeons on Lady Athena’s orders and as they exited the arena she asked her daughter, “You saw how much he peed?” the tone of excitement imminent in her voice. “Yes, he was truly desperate”  Olympia laughed, “I love it when men pee out of my fear.” Back in the castle, Prince Noah was still mighty desperate. His bladder extremely full of pee. Many a times he had erased the thoughts of telling Lady Athena of his problem, he could never tell about his need to pee to anyone, especially a woman! Never! So he chose to suffer in silence. The prince drank over three hundred litres of hot barley tea, that evening. And for dinner he had his usual barrel of hard beer. His bladder throbbed and ached but, he kept letting it swell further and further instead of emptying it. His bladder was now a tank of waste water, swollen so much that it hurt to walk, carrying his pressurizing piss. His steps became smaller and his breathing heavier as he continued through the day.  His bladder was throbbing and aching but he was determined to continue holding. In the evening, the Prince drank a burdening, four hundred and ninety litres of hard ale. “I can hold it.. I can hold it!!” he told himself. His bladder was ready to blow itself apart, yet he tried to act normally. *** It was morning of the twenty second day when Lady Athena woke up to the voice of the door opening as a maid entered along with her morning cup of tea. “Tea, my lady” the maid said. “I don’t want tea, get out!” Athena said, holding her head as she sat up on the bed. “My lady this is a special tea, it will heal your headache” the maid said. “Alright bring it in” Athena said. “Your pet centaur my lady, he has been calling your name since last night i don’t kno--” “Oros!” Lady Athena exclaimed in horror! It had been twenty two days since she had taken her pet centaur for a piss! His bladder must be about to explode! Lady Athena threw her covers and ran towards the stable!   “Please can someone take me out?! Please!” Oros tried to seek help, but no one came forward. His bladder was hurting so badly, his legs were shaking and his cock was aching, drop after drop of pee dripping out of it. He was running out of time, and if Lady Athena didn’t come soon, his bladder would burst right here. Lady Athena rushed towards the stable. She couldn’t believe how careless and selfish she had been, completely forgetting about Oros’ need. The creature saw his lady first time in so many days, and a ray of hope lit inside him, “Hurry my lady, hurry...!” he tugged at the chain around his neck, desperately trying to control the immense pressure inside his overburdened bladder and exhausted horse cock, “Hurry... hurry! Hurry!” Another long hot leak, escaped the poor beast’s penis and hit the ground, but he somehow managed to keep the rest in. A few more moments then I’ll be in the woods, he said to himself as he saw Lady Athena struggle with the chain and the key, but the pressure had become too great by now and the reserves of strength inside the being had exhausted completely. “M-my lady...!” Oros cried out as all of a sudden he lost all control on his bladder tank and piss thunderously erupted out of him to blast the ground. Lady Athena saw the thick flaccid cock of the monster, flicker like a hose as litres and litres of hot urine poured out of him uncontrollably. It was a sight unlike she had ever seen before. The stream of pee that sprayed out of the creature was so thick and ferocious, Lady Athena was sure there had been absolutely no space left inside the poor creature’s bladder. She saw him panting with relief with his eyes closed as he held his face in humiliation and embarrassment. Peeing and peeing and peeing.... Her eyes went wide with shock as she saw the amount pouring out of the poor being. It was a barrage of urine, so much hot water that it was beginning to cover the stable floor, forming thick foam and steam wherever it went. She had never seen or heard anything like it ever before! Oros could feel the pressure flowing out of his cock. He had held it for so long. When he was finally done, Lady Athena apologised to him and moved him to another stable. Inside the castle, Prince Noah was absolutely dying to piss. Yet from his demeanour it looked like everything was normal. Only a few more days, then he’ll be free to go home and use his privy! Oh, god he couldn’t wait. His bladder was threatening to rip itself apart and there was no place where the prince could empty it! The twenty second day passed with the Prince drinking another two hundred and fifty litres of warm water before going to sleep. The twenty third day was something different though. The Prince woke up to the sound of people screaming and a lot of commotion from the castle halls. He quickly dressed up albeit his mega loaded bladder and hurried down. “What happened?” he asked the first person he could find. “Lady Athena was in the gardens when she was kidnapped by a dragon! He is an evil dragon that is known to eat people!” the servant man cried out. “Where is lady Olympia? Did she not go for her mother’s rescue?” the prince asked. “Lady Olympia is a great warrior indeed, yet she is no match for a dragon so ferocious and strong” the man wailed, “We are truly doomed, our lady is gone!” So the Prince with a bursting full bladder, put on his armour, climbed his horse and left to search for lady Athena.  Each gallop sent waves of agony and pressure inside his swollen bladder vessel. What Prince Noah needed was a ferocious piss not a fight against a ferocious dragon! And after searching for a few hours, he found himself in front of a large cave at the mountain.  Something told him that Lady Athena was in here so he dismounted his horse with great difficulty and walked inside the cave. What welcomed him was a hot burst of flames. But the Prince moved away as fast as his swollen bladder could allow. He grabbed his crotch, “Oh, man! Dying for a piss...” he sighed. “Prince Noah! Save me!” he heard Lady Athena’s cry, who he saw was caged behind, and the dragon stood guard. The Prince entered a vicious battle against the beast, holding on to a very full and aching bladder that greatly restricted his moment and after hours of fighting, the prince finally managed to slay the monster. “Come my lady, we must go!” he struck down the lock of her cage and freed Lady Athena and they both climbed atop his horse and rode back to the castle of Thesox. A huge feast was thrown that night as all celebrated the safe return of their lady and hailed the Prince as a hero. Prince Noah drank a gigantic four hundred and fifty two litres of lager and beer combined. Peeing was not an option for the poor Prince. But he told himself that he could hold it. At the end of the feast Lady Athena made an announcement, “As a reward for saving my life, I would like to offer Prince Noah five hundred litres of lemon tea each day!” Everyone clapped and cheered but the Prince was gripped with horror! More liquid on top of what he was already consuming with almost no space left inside him. Please give me a toilet! , he cried within. It would have been disrespectful to turn down an offer by a high born person and the ruler of a kingdom like Lady Athena. So the  Prince quietly accepted the offering. He would just have to make more room in his bladder. With each passing day, the Prince’s condition worsened and at a severe rate. He was not a sewage tank that could store his piss forever, he had to let it out, he was dying to let it out but there was nowhere to go! He decided to control his need till the time he was here and then, he could rush to the capital in two days to use his privy there! That was his last and only hope! Finally the thirtieth day came! The day Prince Noah would finally leave for his home! In an excited yet desperate state, Prince Noah woke up from his bed, drank his two hundred litres of water for breakfast and came back to his chambers to start packing for the journey. Containing in his bladder all the water, nettle tea, lemonade, beer, barley tea, ale, lemon tea, honey water, mead, orange juice, milk and other liquids, the Prince hurried. It had been a whole month since he had peed! Oh, he couldn’t wait to get home! Piss was pressing on the flood gates of his bladder to open up, but he didn’t give way, The Prince was not going to give up without a fight! As he climbed down the stairs, holding his mammoth full bladder, ready to say goodbye to Lady Athena, he found her standing at the foot of the stairs, waiting for him. “My lady...”he began to say, but before he could say anything more, he was interrupted by Lady Athena. “My Prince, I want you to stay back and train my youngest daughter, Antonia in the art of swordsmanship” Lady Athena said. The Prince was horrified to hear this. He was absolutely bursting for a pee and any more delay might result in him losing control before he reached the capital. “B-but my lady...” “Please, my prince, I wouldn’t take no for an answer! You have to do this favour to me!” Lady Athena said, “There is no one better than you when it comes to swordsmanship and I want my daughter to learn from the best!” The Prince accidentally let out a warm leak in his small clothes at the thought of holding it for even longer. He wanted to grab his crotch but couldn’t do so in front of Lady Athena. “A-alright my lady, I will do this for you...” the Prince said, “but in return I need a favour from you too..” “Anything my Prince, you name it” she responded, “I owe my life to you!” “I want a different chamber to stay for the rest of my days” he blabbered out, bouncing on his knees, to control the immense pressure. “But my Prince, the chambers you stayed in are the largest in our castle, all the other chambers are much smaller in comparison” Lady Athena stated. “Oh, that’s not an issue” Prince Noah crossed his legs tight, “I’ve just gotten bored of staying there for so long.” “Oh, okay my prince! I’ll arrange a new room for you!” Lady Athena said. The Prince thanked the gods! Finally he will have a new room and a privy in it! He’ll finally be able to pee and let out all that pressure and piss! Oh he couldn’t wait! Lady Athena asked her servants to shift Prince’s Noah’s luggage to the new chambers before she came up to him. “My Prince, this is the key to your new chambers and this is the key to your privy” Lady Athena told him. “Many-many thanks my lady” Prince Noah  said, “Now could you please excuse me for a moment, I have some very important business in my chambers.” “Sure, my Prince” the lady said, “I’ll see you at lunch.” And with that, the Prince hurriedly walked off towards his room, ready to pee inside the privy. Oh, he had waited for so long. He entered his room and closed the door faster than he had ever closed a door before and rushed towards the privy. The huge rusty lock on the privy door was the only thing standing between him and the mighty pee he needed. Oh, he couldn’t wait for a big wee! But as he entered the big key into the lock and turned in around, it refused to budge. Noah crossed his legs tighter and tried again. Peeing was highly important now. He tried and tried again but the lock did not open. He was locked out of the privy. Prince Noah almost erupted with anger and frustration! He was not getting a chance to pee since the last one month!! What was he supposed to do! “Never mind” he told himself, “I can hold it...I can hold it..” The Prince throughout the day had five hundred litres of lemon tea along with a hundred litres of orange juice for lunch, three hundred litres of milk for supper and four hundred and fifty litres of beer for dinner. That night Prince Noah found himself in his new chambers, unable to sleep. He looked at the large lock on the privy door and cursed it from within. He thought of telling Lady Athena about the lock but then decided against it. He was to start training, Lady Athena’s daughter Antonia from the next morning. He didn’t know how he would manage that with such a full bladder but there was no way out of it now. So he decided upon a plan to empty his swollen bladder. After training Antonia in the morning, he would ride to the deep woods and pee there and return back to the castle. It was a risky plan, because if someone saw him doing so, it will be a matter of great disgrace. But he had no other choice. He had to pee so badly! The next morning, the Prince Noah woke up bursting to pee, controlling his pressure, he walked towards the training ground besides the east walls of the castle and waited for Antonia, all the while grabbing his crotch and crossing his legs but he immediately straightened when he saw the sixteen year old daughter of lady Athena coming. “You’re late!” he said. “I know” she said and they began training, the Prince somehow managing to move with his epic full bladder. He somehow managed to drag on the training for half an hour and then dismissed her. He was in a hurry to get to the woods to pee. So he mounted upon his horse and galloped away, instructing her to stay back. He rode like a maniac, ready to release his swollen full bladder anywhere in the woods, but to his great dismay, he found some women in the woods who had come to pick cherries. The Prince tried to ignore them, wanting to take a pee, but they saw him and stopped him for a long talk. The Prince’s plan failed and he had to return to the castle with a very full and unrelieved bladder. Prince Noah had his usual two hundred litres of water that day along with a whopping six hundred litres of hot milk, four hundred and fifty litres of nettle tea and ten litres of beer at night. The second day of the training began, with Antonia coming before the Prince to the training ground. The Prince’s swollen stomach was imminent now, and so was his pressure. His bladder was absolutely cracking by this point. The prince looked really desperate but Antonia couldn’t make out what it was. “My Prince are you alright?” “Y-yes, I am f-fine” he said, “let’s start with the training.” Though dying with his need, the prince somehow managed to train the girl before returning back to the castle. His liquid consumption continued unabated as he drank hundreds of litres of fluids each day that were now stretching his bladder walls to the point of a massive explosion. The problem that day was the extra two hundred litres of water he drank that almost exploded his bladder but he found the room to store it inside his enormous vessel. The Prince knew that he needed to find a solution to his problem or his bladder would just burst open. The next morning, after training Antonia, the Prince quietly rode off to the local market without anyone’s knowledge and bought himself a chamber pot. He sneaked it back into the castle without the servants or Lady Athena noticing and hid it in his room. He planned to pee in it in the night when everyone was asleep and empty it out of his window, and follow the process until his bladder was empty. He had no other choice. Peeing had become very essential and he could not delay it any further. Dinner that night was of seventy litres of hard beer, that made its presence felt in his bladder. Though he knew, it was going to add a lot of pressure to his bladder the prince knew his agony was short-lived. He was going to go in his chambers and pee into the chamber pot and his desperation will end. The prince walked back to his room with baby footsteps, trying not to jog his immense bladder and closed the door tight before walking straight towards the shelf where he had hidden the chamber pot. But to his horror the chamber pot was not there! He searched and searched but could not find it! He walked out of the room and found his room servant Herminia. “Did you see a pot kept in the shelf in my chambers?” the prince asked directly, crossing his legs. “Y-yes my prince, I found it while dusting your chamber today” Herminia replied, “I don’t know who it belonged to, so I threw it away.” It belonged to me, you idiot! I have to piss! “A-alright, very well then, good night” the Prince muttered, cursing her under his breath before going back to his chambers. The prince continued to train Antonia each day, all the while consuming massive amounts of fluids that added an incredible amount of pressure to his gigantic bladder. But on the twelfth day of the training, the Prince did not show up. His bladder was swollen like a water bomb and it hurt really badly. He dare not move from his bed today, so he lied there. Hoping it would help abate the pressure. He heard a slight knock on the door and immediately released the grip from his crotch, “Who is it?” “It’s Antonia My lord” a voice came. “Come in” he said, “There will be no training today Antonia, I feel unwell” he said as he saw her walk in and close the door behind her. “Oh, I didn’t know my prince” she replied, “let me get the castle magister to help you out!” “N-no that won’t be needed!” before the Prince could complete his sentence, Antonia was out of the room. She came back with magister Luther who examined the Prince. He noticed the large bulge on Prince Noah’s abdomen but did not say anything. “Did you have something in the morning?” he asked the Prince. “Yes, water and tea” Noah replied. “Did you hurt yourself somewhere?” the Magister asked. “No” the Prince replied gloomily. “Did you go to the toilet?” The Prince’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as he looked towards Antonia who stood besides the bed. “Y-yes, I went to the toilet” the Prince said. “Then everything is fine” the magister said as he stood up, “Everything will be fine, he just needs some rest.” “Thank you magister” Antonia chimed, “Take care” she said before walking out of the room with the old man. The prince had grown way too desperate and he had to find a way out of this problem or he would lose control of his bladder muscles. So he came up with a plan. If he could somehow get inside Lady Athena’s chambers, he could use her privy. But how could he get inside without anyone noticing. He waited for the right time. That day too, the Prince gulped down four hundred litres of water and one fifty litres of mare’s milk until lunch. He could feel all that liquid streaming into his bladder vessel, stretching out the organ to colossal proportions. And when lady Athena was in a council meeting, the Prince went up to her chambers and tried to open the door but it was locked. He cursed himself and went back to his chambers. He was angry and frustrated, he had piss so badly! But inside his chamber, inside his bladder, the prince decided something, that he would never let his desperation be known to others. It was his absolutely personal secret. He was a true man, and a true man never peed. His walk had converted into a hobble and his breaths came in laboured gasps, piss wanted to erupt out of him but he fought it back and locked it inside his bladder. He was not going to pee. Not even one drop. His bladder was breaking but he hid it. Despite all the pressure and pain, he hid it. He went to the main hall and drank his fill of ninety litres of lemonade and four hundred and thirty litres of nettle tea upon his usual two hundred litres of water and five hundred litres of lemon tea in the morning. Peeing was not an option now. His bladder walls were stretched so much to accommodate for the overdue pee being laden with an enormous amount of liquid, his tank bladder was completely exhausted and he needed a massive pee, but there was nowhere for him to go and release his river of hot urine. I’ll tell Lady Athena that I cannot continue with the training. I absolutely have no space left inside my bladder. It is rock hard, so full of pee! I need to go home to use the privy. I cannot stay here. Prince Noah told himself. That night after the dinner, the Prince somehow managed to walk to Lady Athena’s chambers and knocked at the door as he tightly crossed his legs. “Come in” he heard her voice. He found her sitting at her desk, writing on a parchment. “My Prince, to what do I have the honour of your visit?” she asked, surprised the Prince had visited her at this hour of the night. “M-my lady I am afraid I cannot continue with Antonia’s training, there is some urgent work in the capital that I need to take care of and it won’t be possible for me to stay back any longer” the Prince bobbed up and down on his crossed knees. “Oh, my prince” Lady Athena sighed, “May I know what causes your urgent return to the capital?” The Prince thought of telling her about the urgent waterfall that he wanted to release in his private privy, but didn’t. “A-ah, a Prince has many duties my lady and one of it is taking care of his kingdom” Prince Noah said, “... and I cannot do the same if I stay here. I am afraid I’ll have to leave tomorrow morning.” “Oh, couldn’t you stay back a little longer my Prince?” she asked. “Oh, my lady I have a lot of pressure,” the prince sighed, “You do not understand my situation. I must leave on the morrow or it will be too late..” “But what of Antonia’s training? She’ll never find a better teacher than you..” Athena said. “Oh, my lady” Prince tightly crossed his legs as a wave of pressure overtook his bladder, “I’m sure she’ll find a better teacher than me..” “But I want you to teach her...” she insisted. “My lady, if that is what you want, then I promise you to return in five days and resume Lady Antonia’s training, but for now I must go to the capital.” “Very well, my prince” she said, “As you say.” “I’ll begin my journey tomorrow in the morning” he said “Good night, my lady.” “Good night, my Prince” she bowed her head and saw him leave. The next day in the morning, when the Prince was almost ready to leave for the capital, a letter reached Lady Athena. It was from the Queen Mother Catelyn, addressed to her son, Prince Noah. “My dear, child. I hope you are doing fine. Everything is in order here in the capital. Lord Tumlus has taken charge as the council head and is now the hand of the Queen. You can extend your stay as long as you want to. There is no need to hurry back. I love you.” The letter had the Queen’s seal.  Prince Noah’s eyes went wide in horror as he read the letter handed to him by Lady Athena, “Now you can stay back and train Antonia!” she chimed. The Prince wanted to cry. He needed to pee so much and he was absolutely not getting a chance to do so.  He felt a hot leak escape into his small clothes, he was defeated. Lady Athena asked her servants to take Prince Noah’s luggage back to his chambers, “My prince, please feel free to ask me if you need anything.” I need a toilet!  He cried internally. But didn’t let it show. Prince Noah rushed back to his chambers and tried to open the lock on his privy door, but unfortunately it did not budge. He was stuck, bursting to pee and nowhere to go. He leaned over the table and tried to control all the pee in his bladder. “I don’t need to pee, I don’t need to pee...” The prince gave strength to himself and told himself that he had to act normal under all costs. He continued with his regular liquid intake of water, lemon tea, nettle tea, beer, milk, cider, mead, barley tea to name a few. All getting pumped inside his bladder. The Prince managed to train Antonia that day, but he could not teach her at his best as he couldn’t think of anything else other than peeing. Antonia though was unsatisfied with the teaching methods of her teacher, the Prince. She thought he was not teaching her properly. So to teach him a lesson, she came up with a plan. The next morning before the Prince came down to drink his share of water and lemon tea, Antonia mixed a heavy diuretic in his tea. The Prince drank it all down and trained Antonia, despite the diuretic working full force and pumping his bladder with a mega ton amount of pee, Prince Noah paid it no mind. Antonia was amazed at how strongly the Prince held back. Her plan had failed  but tomorrow she decided to come back stronger. The next morning when the Prince woke up, his bladder felt like it was about to rip open but he controlled himself and came out to train Antonia, even though he had to keeps his thighs pressed all the time.  Before he woke up, Antonia had again mixed a large amount of diuretic to his water and lemon tea, but not only that. She had added an extra hundred litres to his tea only so she could speed up the process. But to her great dismay, the Prince showed no signs of desperation during the training. Maybe the diuretics were a waste. But little did she know that the pressure inside his bladder was increasing almost by the second. The diuretics had worked extremely well, but were beaten against the copious bladder capacity of the Prince. Soon the pressure inside his bladder became so great that he had to end the training and go back to his chambers to control himself. But then he heard a shriek from the courtyard. He jumped and looked out of the window to see a creature taking Antonia towards the forest. The Prince hurriedly took his sword and rushed to Antonia’s aid, climbing upon his horse and riding after the monster. The chase continued for hours, each moment feeling like his bladder would burst, but the Prince rode on. Finally after a long and desperate chase, the monster stopped and put Antonia down. It was then that the Prince saw the creature clearly. It was a lion, with a goat’s head arising from its back and a snake for its tail. “A chimera!” he sighed, placing a hand on his swollen and fatigued bladder. “My Prince, please save me!” the poor girl cried out. The Prince engaged the beast in a brutal and deadly battle, a battle that almost burst his bladder, but he held his waters back and fought bravely. The Prince finally managed to kill the monster and escape with Antonia, but by now his bladder was aching so badly that, he just wanted to start peeing anywhere. But at last that was against his pride. He thought of asking Antonia for help, tell her that he wanted to pee very badly, but knew that he couldn’t. As they rode back to the castle, the only thing the Prince was worried about was to know when and where he was going to pee. His bladder had reached its limit. A feast happened that night and Lady Athena and Lady Olympia thanked the Prince for rescuing Antonia. The prince didn’t know how long he’d have to stay back to train Antonia, but he knew that he piss won’t stay in his bladder forever. So he planned to relieve himself of his aching pee tomorrow, once and for all. He went to his bed full of liquids, nursing an aching bladder between his thighs. Oh, he couldn’t wait for the morrow. The next morning, after he somehow trained Antonia, Prince Noah made his way to the woods. This time he was going to a place where no one could find him. This time, he will finally get to pee. He couldn’t wait to release his waters and all his pressure. Finally the day had come of his big release. The Prince rode on for hours and finally reached the dragon’s cave from where he had rescued Lady Athena. Finally his relief was in sight. He stepped down from his horse and looked around to make sure no one had followed him, and then hurriedly entered the cage grabbing his crotch, undoing the string of his breeches as he walked. Oh, he couldn’t wait to pee! This was going to be the biggest and most important piss of his life. When he was in the dark, he finally pulled out his swollen, aching cock and held it in his hand and then slowly released his muscles. What came out was not a drop or a jet of urine, but an eruption of flood that arched over ten feet! His eyes closed in relief.... “What are you doing, my Prince?” he heard a voice and with a trembling cock, he immediately stopped his pee and stuffed his cock back in before hastily tying the strings of his breeches and turning around. He saw Antonia walking towards him, as he tried to control his body trembling out of fear, “Were you taking a piss?” she giggled. “N-no, not at all, I was..I ...” the Prince mumbled, “W-what are you doing here?” “Oh, I followed you to see, where you are going” Antonia chuckled, “I wanted to know of your secret hideout!” she winked. “Oh” Prince Noah, crossed his legs tightly as he pursed his lips and tried to suck his pee back into his iron bladder. His level of anger and frustration knew no bounds. Why the hell did she have to show up when he was going out of his mind to take a massive piss? “We must ride back now, don’t know what kind of beasts dwell in these woods” Antonia said. Prince Noah had only had a mere second of relief, and now he had to ride back to the castle with a gargantuan bladder that was stretched with his hot piss. A long hot leak of piss escaped into the Prince’s small clothes as he tried to walk, but he controlled himself by crossing his legs and holding his breath. “Are you alright my Prince?” Antonia asked. “Y-y-yes.. I’m alright..” he forced a painful smile. And they rode off to Thesox. The Prince drank so much liquid that day, two hundred litres of water, five hundred litres of lemon tea, milk and barley tea just to name a few. Inside his chambers, Prince Noah decided to act normal no matter how badly he needed to pee. He knew his bladder was an organ that could stretch as much as he wanted it to and there was absolutely nothing to worry about. The pressure inside his bladder was driving him crazy. Pissing was so important, he wanted to do just that, but he had nowhere to go. “Control.. control... control it...” he breathed as closed his eyes and placed his hand on his crotch, withering in pressure and agony. From that point on, Prince Noah tried to forget about everything, his filling bladder, his aching needs and tried give in his full strength to training Antonia. He kept his bladder on a lock down and totally ignored what was going inside. But the cumulative pressure of all the liquids was unbearable and he just prayed he would get the chance to release it before it was too late. The more Prince Noah tried to push the thoughts of peeing and emptying his bladder away from his mind, the more he found himself thinking of peeing. No matter how hard he tried, he was losing the battle against his bladder and he knew it. But little did the Prince know that his problems were only beginning. The next day, after consuming his regular two hundred litres of water and five hundred litres of lemon tea, Prince Noah went to his chambers and made himself busy with work. The less he thought about his need, the better it would be. For lunch, the Prince had a bladder busting five hundred litres of coconut water. Prince Noah’s bladder aches increased ten times after the consumption of such a huge amount of liquid, but he kept his storage tank shut and endured the pain. That night, after the consumption of a mighty amount of liquids, Prince Noah found it extremely hard to sleep. His piss was boiling inside him, threatening to blow his bladder apart, but he endured the pain and withheld the pressure. The following morning, after the Prince was done with the day’s training, Lady Athena informed him of the grand feast that was to be held that night, “My Prince, all the lords and ladies of the Kingdom will be here..” she reported. The Prince gave a weak smile in agreement and made way to his chambers. The Prince’s daily consumption of liquids had went up to unprecedented levels, and his bladder ache had become a part of his body. So stretched, so full, it hurt so badly. He held his overloaded bladder and sat on a chair as all the painful liquid streamed inside his painful organ. The feast at night was a grand affair. All the high lords and ladies were in attendance as told by Lady Athena, but it was a curse for the Prince who had to greet all the guests with a bursting full bladder, none of whom knew how much he was aching for a big-big pee! The night started with drinks and food. The guests had their fill and enjoyed with songs and dance but the Prince sat quietly at the corner, nursing his water tank. It was then that he overheard a conversation between a highborn lady who asked Lady Athena, “Could you show me to the common privy room? I’ve had so much wine..” That’s when the Prince realised that he had a chance to empty his bladder. He could use the common privy now that it was unlocked for the guests! But he decided not to go immediately as it would have made him look desperate. But, oh each minute was killing him! He had a river to unload in the privy. After waiting for a few minutes, he made his way to common privy upstairs, somehow controlling his mammoth pressure. He walked as fast as he could, just a few steps away from the colossal relief he needed, he pushed the privy door but it was closed. Someone was in there. The Prince had already drunk a pressurizing sixty litres of beer during the feast and it was brewing straight into his bladder. Peeing was necessary now. He somehow waited, crossing his legs and grabbing his crotch, but even after ten minutes, the person had not come out. The Prince begrudgingly decided to go back to the grand hall, or else he feared his absence would be noted. He walked and smiled at the guests, he had not peed in over a month!! No one could even imagine what a huge pressure he was battling. How much he wanted to piss! He sat with crossed legs, trying to make small talk with the guests, all the while pressing down on his urge to urinate. But his bladder was ripping apart with pressure, there was hardly anything else could think about, so decided to visit the privy again. Unfortunately for him, this time too, the privy was occupied. He cried from within, and danced crossed legged, trying to battle the pressure, glad there was no one around to see him like this. After waiting for long, gingerly he walked back to the grand hall and waited for the privy to be unoccupied. Oh, that wait was torturous. Not pissing was so brutal. After drinking another one hundred and forty litres of beer on the insistence of several guests, the Prince again made a trip to the privy, determined to relieve himself, no matter how long he’d have to wait.  Oh, he somehow walked to the privy and though it was occupied still, the prince waited. After waiting for an excruciating ten minutes, the woman inside stepped out and finally, privy was free to use.  They both greeted each other with a smile and a nod, fake semblance of respect in this minute of absolute need of a pressurizing piss. A warm jet of piss shot out into the prince’s smallclothes but he resisted the urge. He was finally going to pee. He hurriedly entered the privy and closed the door! Finally, he was going to take a big pee! He desperately fought with his strings as he rushed towards the commode, all the while keeping his cock pressed between his thighs and in a flashing moment, he took out his cock, ready to urinate. But just when the first drop formed on the tip of cock, he heard a knock on the door, “Is someone in there?!” came a woman’s voice, “Could you please come out!? I’d like three cups of wine and I’m busting to go!!” “Y-yeah, I’m done!” the Prince almost kicked himself. A true man always let a woman go first. So, without taking the pee he needed so much, Prince Noah stuffed his cock back into his smallclothes and tied the tight string around his bursting bladder and came out of the privy. The woman rushed past him and locked the door as poor Noah waited outside. Prince Noah’s failing bladder wanted him to start peeing right where he was, but he wouldn’t do that. Just as he waited for the lady to step out of the privy, he saw Lady Antonia walking towards him, “My Prince, I’d been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been?” she asked. “Oh, I- I ....” the prince stuttered, trying to think of an excuse but nothing came to his mind. “My lady mother wants to introduce you to this spice merchant from across the sea...” she began as she put his hand around his and took him away. The prince longingly looked at the privy door as they walked off to the opposite direction, I need to go to the toilet...he groaned within in pain. The whole night, our poor Prince tried to take some time out to use the privy but the guests kept him occupied. When one of the guests asked how he was doing, the only response the Prince could think of was, Busting to go to the toilet...but he dare not say that. No one could ever know that their Prince had to pee like a wholly mammoth! When finally, all the guests had settled down or were starting leave, the Prince made dash for the privy, wanting to pee very urgently. With crossed legs, many halts on the way and several crotch grabs, the prince made it to the privy, but to his great dismay and frustration, the privy door had a lock hanging from it now. He desperately tugged at it but to no avail. The poor Prince’s bladder went unrelieved for another day. That night, Prince Noah decided to tell Antonia about his problem. He hoped she would understand and provide him a privy or at least ask someone to unlock the privy in his room, anything was fine as long as he got to pee with dignity. But he was so desperate, he could barely wait for the morning. The next morning, after the prince had painfully drunk his water and lemon tea, he made his way to the courtyard, “Oh Antonia... I have to pee...” he sighed with pressure as he walked, determined to tell the girl about his bursting condition. But when Antonia finally came for her training, the Prince felt immense shame and embarrassment to even think of telling about his problem to her. So with extreme pain and pressure, he held his aching urine within and trained her. The Prince knew he could never tell about his problem to anyone, he would have to look for a solution on his own and fast, or else, his pee would pour out. For the next fourteen days, Prince Noah tried to think of something that would solve his bursting problem and relieve him of his dire need to pee, but unfortunately, nothing came to his mind. But then, he came up with a plan that could probably solve his problem. It was immensely risky but he had no other choice. He had to piss at any cost. That night, when Lady Athena was with magister Luther in the great hall, discussing about the harvest of the crops this winter, Prince Noah tried the door of her chambers and to his immense luck, the door opened! Without wasting even a second, the prince rushed to use the privy but much to his frustration, the privy was locked. He grabbed his crotch in pain, pressure and frustration, almost about to cry but he controlled himself. He needed to look for the privy key and fast! He searched her cupboard and table but the privy key was nowhere to be found. Finally, the Prince found the key under her pillow! Finally! His pee was dribbling out with excitement and the anticipation of relief. He quickly opened the lock to Lady Athena’s privy and jumped in, not even bothering to close the door.  He quickly undid the string of his breeches and took out his cock. He was finally standing in front of the privy, ready to urinate with full force. But just when he was about to start a sound came. There was someone at the door! Poor Prince Noah rushed out of the privy as fast as his swollen bladder allowed him and hid behind the curtains. Lady Athena entered the chambers, tried after a long day, “Oh, who opened the door to my privy?” she asked, looking puzzled. Nevertheless, she used the privy, changed her clothes and light a candle at her study to read a book. The Prince desperately tried not to move as any movement would reveal him to Lady Athena, but standing still with such a heavily filled bladder was proving to be impossible. Yet the prince endured. He desperately waited for Athena to go to sleep but the lady took her sweet time in reading the book. Late past midnight, when she finished the book lady Athena locked the door to her chambers from within, much to Prince Noah’s horror. The Prince’s plan to escape when she slept was now ruined. So he simply stood behind the curtain, holding on to his piss filled mammoth water tank bladder, as his legs trembled with the pressure in this cock.  He was totally stuck. The pressure grew so much because of the cold that the Prince’s bladder almost threatened to burst then and there. He tried his best to withhold the pressure and stop his piss from coming out. It came to the point where he had draw his cock out and squeeze it to contain the urine in his bladder but then suddenly a thick accidently gusher of pee escaped his cock and flew all across the room, splattering on the ground with a loud noise just before the prince cut off his hot flow! “Who is there?!” Lady Athena woke up startled and looked around but she saw no one. Maybe it was just in her mind and she was imagining things as she was in half asleep. She then laid her head down and went back to sleep. The Prince’s legs trembled violently in pressure. He was bursting for a huge piss! He fought as hard as he could but after a few minutes, another huge gusher escaped his exhausted long cock and travelled all across the room before splattering on the carpeted floor with a loud sound. Lady Athena sat up on her bed, she looked around but saw no one. “Is someone there?” she asked, before she stood up from her bed and opened the door with her key to call the guards. Seeing the moment, Prince Noah escaped from the room, without being seen by anyone. The Prince’s peeing pressure was increasing day by day, dying to pee the Prince had tried everything to empty his swollen bladder but relief still evaded him. On the twenty seventh day of the training, Prince Noah decided to discontinue training Antonia as it had become impossible for him to train her with a swollen full bladder. Peeing was now more important to him than training her and he wanted to rush back to the capital to pee the flood he had been holding back for so long. His drink intake was too much and he absolutely needed to release it as soon as possible. When he broke the news to Antonia that he’d be discontinuing the training, the girl was visibly upset. Prince Noah continued with his day as usual, drinking water and tea and other liquids and resisting his massive urge to urinate. He was ready to leave the next day and end his agony once and for all. But by the time evening drew in, the Prince knew something was seriously wrong. The pressure had increased manifolds and he was finding it difficult to even stand straight. He tried to think of other things to take his mind of his bursting need, but it was not helping. He then suddenly felt a big leak of piss jet out of his tired cock and dampen his small clothes. He tried to control his bladder by crossing his legs and grabbing his crotch but more and more leaks came. It was clear that the Prince was losing control of his bladder. He then hurried towards Antonia’s chambers to ask her if could use her privy, there was no point hiding it from her anymore, he was going to have an accident. I need to go to the toilet. He gasped in pain, agony, pressure and frustration as he hurriedly walked towards his student’s room only to find it locked. Antonia was not there. He crossed his legs and bounced on his knee. The leaks were coming one after the other, his bladder and cock exhausted to their limits. Noah in one last ditch effort, rushed to Lady Athena for help. She was in the solar reading a book when the Prince suddenly burst in, “My lady, I really-really need to use your privy, I need to pee so badly, I cannot hold it anymore,” he grabbed his crotch and pressed his dick tightly between his thighs in the hopes of stopping the flow, “Please hurry... let me use your privy, I’m busting! Please...!” he gasped, fighting the pee till the tip of his cock, trying to stop it till the last inch but then it happened. Urine poured out in his breeches like a flood of hot water. Prince Noah was having an accident. His pants were soaked in minutes and his shoes were drenched, the Prince tried to stop the flow but failed. His muscles were worn out. The Prince who had defeated a ferocious dragon and a dangerous Chimera had lost to his toilet needs. It was so humiliating. The foamy, hot pee was getting collected in a huge puddle on the floor and the Prince could feel every litre of embarrassment flowing out of him. Oh, how desperate he had been! It felt so amazing to relax his bursting bladder, it was stretched to its limits. And though it felt really great to release his flood after such a long and agonizing hold, he didn’t want to do it in front of Lady Athena. “I needed to go so badly” the prince sighed in relief as his hot pee flowed out of him uncontrollably. Though she didn’t react outwardly, Lady Athena was shocked at the amount that was coming out of the Prince. The Prince’s relief was imminent on his face. The joy of a deflated bladder. He had finally taken the most important piss of his life. By the end, the puddle of pee on his foot was so big that Lady Athena could not believe her eyes. It was full of foam and steam rose from it. It was very hot. “I am extremely sorry, my lady I couldn’t hold it back any more, I had been holding it for days..” the Prince said in embarrassment. “It’s alright, my Prince. You should have told me before if you needed to go so badly” she replied, “ Go and change now, I’ll take care of this mess.” “Please don’t tell about this to anyone...” he pleaded and Lady Athena nodded in agreement. But as soon as the Prince left, Athena rushed to call her daughter Antonia who was in the gardens. “The Prince just had a massive accident in the solar, you won’t believe how much he was holding...” she told her daughter as they both hurried to see the puddle. Antonia couldn’t believe at the sheer size of it. That was when she realized what had happened. The Prince left for the capital that night, never to come back again.
Alright so this is my first crack at male desperation. It was done as a request and I'm eager to please. Hope ya'll enjoy! Chris sat in his geometry class, the equations the teacher was spouting whizzing over his head as he tried to concentrate on a different kind of problem. Chris was tan, muscular boy in his senior year of high school. He was quite popular. Girls loved him, boys wanted to be him (and some even to be loved by him) and he always dressed extremely fashionably. Today he wore straight blue skinny jeans, regular old converse sneakers, and a white tee shirt with a twenty-one-pilot’s logo on the front. Chris normally had no issues in his life. Rich family gets you that now days. But there was a big issue on his mind right now. He had to poop really fucking badly. Chris tried to trace back why this was happening as he squirmed in his seat. He had eaten a normal breakfast, lucky charms and a bagel. He thought harder as he pressed his firm ass into the metal chair under him, his stomach gurgling a bit. “I normally can hold it all day… why is this happening now!” He mumbled. Let’s see… lucky charms. It dawned on Chris suddenly. His drink. Normally he just had a glass of water but this morning he tried the orange juice that had been in the fridge for a while. He didn’t even check the expiration date! And now he was paying for it. Chris crossed his legs tight under him and bounced a little. He raised his hand and asked to go to the water fountain, too afraid to mention the bathroom allowed. The teacher, being favorable towards Chris, allowed him to go. He got up, placed his hands in his pockets, and walked out, his ass cheeks stiff behind him. “This is fantastic! Get this on film now!” Jack said to his camera man. Jack and his buddy Erin were doing a journalistic investigation into the dirty toilet in the high school. Jack and Erin were two, simple looking seniors, Jack being blond and Erin being a brown-haired nobody. Jack was mortified with how dirty the toilets were (even though they really weren’t that bad.) “Do you see this stain mark! Ladies and gentlemen, I tell you this is terrible!” Jack said into the camera. Just then the men’s room door swung open. Nick was a gentle man, skinny with black curly hair. He wore a plain white gym shirt with black shorts and a pair of black flip flops. All was usually well for Nick, except for the fact he was furiously grabbing his cock in an effort to not piss himself as he burst into the men’s room. He had to piss extremely badly. Not only had Nick forgot his usually morning pee, but he drank way too much during gym class and he had to go NOW! He flew past the door and up to a urinal when suddenly he was grabbed around the waist making a quick spurt fly from his cock into his pants. Jack was the one holding back Nick. “Hey! Were filming in here! Get away!” He said as he pulled nick from the urinal. “B-What But!” Nick stammered as he was thrust away from the relief he desperately craved. “No buts! You cannot contaminate our investigative reporting with your piss!” Jake said before shoving Nick from the bathroom. Nick crossed his legs outside the bathroom door, a hand clasped around his cock through his shorts trying desperately to keep his flood at bay. Just then he spotted Chris to his right walking up. “O-Oh Hey Chris” Nick stammered trying to look a little more normal by straightening up. “Hey Bud. Uh…. Something going on in here?” Chris said anxiously. His ass cheeks were pushed tight together as he held in his own load. “I don’t know man! Two jerks are in there filming shit and- And they wont let me piss!” Nick shuddered as he pushed harder into his crotch. “Ah… I see. Well. Let me talk to them.” Chris walked up to the bathroom door and peaked in. “Ey boys, what’s the hold up.” He asked Jack. “Were doing an investigat-“ Jack tried to say before getting cut off. “Yeah cut to the chase how long is this gunna be” Chris said bouncing a little in place. “Well for you pretty boy I think I can manage the end of the day, hows that?” Jake said in the snarkiest tone he could muster. “That fucker” Chris muttered walking away. He couldn’t make a big deal and let the people around him know he had to poop. He just couldn’t. Nick was bouncing furiously next to him, he didn’t want to turn out to be like him. So he decided to go back to class. “I can hold it… Im a big guy cmon  now…” He murmured as he big farewell and good luck to his friend, and walked back to class. As he reached the doorway to his classroom, he grimaced as a new feeling fell upon him, a need to pee. Just as Chris was getting back to class someone new was rushing to the men’s room. A guy by the name of Paul, kind of nerdy guy with glasses, blond hair. He was just coming out of volleyball practice with black shorts, a red shirt, and a pair of flip flops and he desperately had to pee. Being he had been playing his sport he was drinking a lot of water and it all had rushed to his bladder. The stupid stalls in the locker rooms were always broken so here he was, rushing to the bathroom inside the school trying not to wet himself. As Paul raced into the bathroom, he heard a voice behind him telling him to stop, but he paid it no mind. However, as he pushed his was to a urinal Jack grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Not so fast buddy, were doing an investigative piece here! You can’t just piss all over it!” Now, why Jack didn’t just throw Paul out like he did Nick, Jack didn’t even know. Maybe he was just feeling vindictive. He pushed Paul into a stall and sat him down on the toilet. Paul was stunned, his need to pee clouding his judgment. All he wanted was to spray his piss somewhere not in his pants. He sat holding himself as Jake started to talk. “So, Paul is it? If you answer our questions you can pee. Simple right?” Jake said. Paul nodded quickly. Fuck he just wanted to pee. And sitting on a toilet made it worse. As all this was going on inside the bathroom someone else was trying to get in from the outside. Nico, a tall brown haired, football player type guy, was bouncing outside trying to get into the bathroom. He wore a blue hoodie, white shorts and flip flops. “Erin hold that door shut” Jake shouted, and Erin obliged, pushing his weight against the door to keep it from opening. “H-Hey! Let me in dammit!” Nico shouted. “Oh boy we have a competition now! Wonderful!” Jake said sneakily. “Okay new rules. Whoever gets a question right gets to piss in the bowl. Simple!” He shouted so Nico could head. “Fuck you!” Nico responded, a hand on his cock. He had to piss bad. He kept banging and pushing on the door only for Erin to push back harder. Nico kept getting peeks of the beautiful urinals he craved but it all was for nothing as the door kept being shut in his face. “You fuckers!” He cried. All those Gatorades during in school practice were all pushing against the end of his penis. Paul was holding himself too, crossing his legs and bouncing as he tried to hold on while sitting on a toilet! “Alright question one!” Jake says loudly. Just as Jake was starting his little game something else happened outside. Nick had been standing outside the bathroom patiently waiting for this all to end so he could pee in peace. In a rash move he had rushed into the girls room only to be pushed out by a bunch of cheer leaders! “I-I just wanted to pee!!!” He shouted as they pushed him out. Nico saw this and saw the wet spot forming on Nicks pants as he grabbed himself forcefully. Nick burst all over himself as piss jetted into his pants and down his legs. He tried to stop the flow, but it just wouldn’t stop. Seeing all of this Nico felt a spurt shoot into his shorts. He grabbed himself harder and shouted, “ASK THE DAM QUESTION” “Oh this is fun… In what year was the toilet invented!” Jake said laughing. Paul stammered. He never payed attention in history class. Nico trembled outside, another spurt seeping into his shorts as he desperately thought about the question. Of course, thinking about toilets didn’t help either of these guys. “15…95???” Nico blurted out. “CORRECT!” Jake screamed, grabbing Paul by the wrist and pushing him from the bathroom and Erin opened the door for Nico. “Wha! No! Please!!!” Paul cried, his hands grabbing his crotch under his shorts now, his cock erect and hard from holding so long. Nico rushed in only for Jake to push him back out, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his bladder as he was shoved back into the hallway! “Fuck! No! DAMMIT!” Nico yelled as a longer spurt shot from his cock. Paul couldn’t take it anymore. He crossed his legs as piss started to shoot from his penis, drenching his shorts as he bounced in place. Nico saw all of this and couldn’t take it either. First Nick, now Paul? He couldn’t hold it. Pee flooded his shorts as it splashed from his cock. He slumped against the bathroom door as he continued to pee, Paul following suit as they both finished pissing. The three guys all looked at each other and laughed slightly. “Fuck… Alright who’s got a change of clothing.” “I have some in my car. Let’s get out of here…” Nick said. They all rose, still covered in pee, and walked out. Chris pushed himself deeper into his chair. While all the other guys were having their own pissing extravaganza Chris was struggling with his own issues. His ass was straining against a massive load, his cock was straining against a massive flood. Sure, it was his last class, but he didn’t know if he could make it the full hour. His hand was pushing into his crotch as his other hand pulled himself hard into his chair. He couldn’t take it much longer. He raised his hand and asked to use the bathroom. The teacher, again, was very nice and allowed him to go. This time his steps were slower, more pronounced, and his ass was VERY tight right now. Once he left the class his right hand shot to his crotch to hold on. Chris rushed to the bathroom and opened the door, and to his relief Jake and Erin were gone! Chris sighed and rushed to a stall, panting at his desperate need. But just as he was getting his jeans down he felt water spray up onto his ass. “What the” He said as he turned. There was water leaking from the pipes of the toilet. He quickly pulled his pants up. Just then he heard an explosion next to him and wanted poured from the stall next to him. “OH SHIT!” He said and rushed from his stall literal seconds before his exploded. He glanced at the urinals to see them overflowing. All this water. A squirt of pee leaked into his jeans. Chris gasped and grabbed his crotch. Just as he was debating just popping a squat right there, the janitor came in. “Goodness me kiddo! Those damn filmin kids. They been explodin all my toilets!!!” He said exasperated. “Ya gotta go kid, I got a big ole mess to clean.” He said to chris, motioning him out the door. “B-But” Chris stammered as he left. He had no choice. He had to go back to his class. He shuffled back, a hand on his ass and a hand on his cock as he held onto both ends. The end was near for this popular senior. He walked back into class but just when he was about to go to his seat, the teacher asked him to come to a problem on the board. “I- I…” He stammered again. He couldn’t say no. He waddled up to the board and started to look over the problem. His legs were bent inward, his ass flexing against the load inside of him, one hand was on his cock as he tried to scribble on the board. His stomach rumbled, and he moaned, doubling over. His eyes went wide. A loud and massive fart ripped through his pants. It felt wet. A small stain appeared on his skinny jeans. The release from the back relaxed him just enough for a release on the front, and a a spurt of piss pushed from his cock. Chris moaned trying to hold it all in. He bounced in front of everyone trying desperately to keep from humiliating himself. He turned and saw girls laughing, and guys recoding it on their phones. He couldn’t stop it. He felt a turtle head poke from his butthole and start to seep out. He felt the warmth of his crotch as piss starts to steadily jet from him Chris burst completely. Piss started spraying wildly into the front of his jeans as he held himself tight. His ass spread open as massive logs started to push from him into his jeans, straining the fabric under the immense load, and after he was done with his solid logs, the diarrhea started to flow, pouring over and staining the butt of his jeans a dark brown as it swelled in his ass area and down his legs, Chris moaned in relief, his cheeks turning red as he finished. His ass felt soggy, his pants were drenched in a mixture of poop and piss. He turned to his class. The girls were shocked, the boys were laughing and posting their videos on Facebook and snapchat. Even the teacher was gasping as the insanity of it all. Chris could almost cry from embarrassment. He rushed himself from the room, as fast as a guy with a load in his pants could, and raced to his car to try and go home. Over the next week the video spread like wildfire. Everyone in the school knew what had happened to Chris in that classroom. He walked into school every day with his head held low under a hoodie with the hood pulled up as people laughed at him. He was humiliated. All until he was approached by three guys asking to talk. It was Paul, Nick, and Nico. “Listen man we saw what happened to you… And we feel for you… we all have accidents… we all did the same day you did.” Nick said to the saddened Chris. “R-Really?” Chris said looking at the three guys standing before him. “Yeah. Was kinda a shit show. No pun intended. Cmon, lets grab lunch.” The four of them all smiled together, a new group of friends, and walked to the lunch room, Chris making a mental note not to get orange juice with his order.
Sometimes you just have to ask yourself, “How did I get into this mess?” You’d never expect to be almost wetting a diaper in the middle of a line in an airport on a Thursday night, but... hey, that’s how things are sometimes, I guess. Let’s backtrack. It was a pleasant Thursday afternoon, and I was getting ready to leave for the airport to see my long-distance girlfriend on New Year’s Eve. In the past couple years I’d had... several unfortunate airplane restroom (or should I say failed-to-get-to-the-restroom?) incidents that I don’t necessarily feel like explaining... needless to say I had to ask the stewardess for quite a lot of napkins. Losing control of your bladder on an airplane is not ideal, so I’d invested in a package of adult diapers since the last incident. I decided to put them to good use for this trip and put one on before heading to the airport. I’d grabbed a thermos of iced tea before leaving since said airport was thirty minutes away. It was empty when I arrived. I got through TSA, bought a grande coffee from Starbucks, and drank it all while waiting for the plane to board at the gate. It didn’t occur to me how stupid these decisions were until I got the window seat next to a mother with a baby. I felt the immediate effects of these two drinks on my bladder while we were taking off. Luckily and unfortunately, it was a short flight, meaning that the seatbelt sign was never turned off.  Since I’m an idiot, I asked the stewardess for water and pretzels. I was thirsty, okay? So, for the whole one hour and thirty minutes, all I thought about was my slowly filling bladder and how the diaper may have to come in handy. I considered just letting go while on the flight, but I was worried it would leak through into my trousers. The mother and her baby fell asleep, so luckily I was able to hold myself when the desperation got bad. Halfway through the flight, I noticed a guy across from me seemingly in the same predicament. He never took his hands away from his crotch and had no shame in squirming and potty dancing. Poor guy. When the airplane landed, my only thought was: bathroom. I waited (im)patiently for the mother to get her baby situated and her bags out of the overhead, all while trying not to squirm and show my desperation. After a run to baggage claim, I finally found myself where I was waiting to be for the past hour: a bathroom! Unfortunately, so did the entire airport, apparently. The line to the men’s bathroom extended far outside the entrance. My bladder twinged in annoyance, but there was either wait in line or wait another hour to get to my girlfriend’s house — the diaper was a last resort, I was far too (unreasonably) worried about it leaking through. I didn’t want a repeat of my last flight. So I got in line. In front of me was the guy from the plane. He held his suitcase in one hand and his crotch in the other. His legs were tightly squeezed together, rocking him back and forth. He was obviously taking every effort to not piss himself. Every once in a while, he moaned and froze, then presumed his potty dancing. He wasn’t giving up. Meanwhile, I wasn’t doing much better. My bladder was filling up to its maximum capacity, and desperation hit me in waves. I lost my composure once or twice, squeezing my thighs together and grabbing myself. The feeling was almost unbearable. I had to piss so bad. To my luck, the man behind me wasn’t doing too well either. He obviously looked very uncomfortable, and I’d hear him shift fairly often.  I knew the dam was about to break. Once I was actually inside the restroom, I was unable to control myself. I wriggled and squeezed and bounced just like the man in front of me.  We were so close to the front. The man behind me suddenly moaned and I heard his luggage drop. I dared turn around. His hand was between his legs, squeezing and grasping at his penis through his jeans. A wet, dark patch began to spread across the front of his trousers. He groaned and panted, both hands working to stop the flow. Thankfully, for the both of us, he succeeded, and the line continued to move. I shifted my weight from leg to leg. The pressure in my bladder was so extreme.  The guy in front of me was almost crying. He potty danced aggressively, eyes intensely fixed on the stall doors. One opened towards the front, and he nearly wept with joy. I felt happy for him until... I could hear a loud splashing against the water. Oh, God. The man’s stream went on for what felt like hours. That, coupled with his moans, caused my bladder to scream at me even louder to let it release its contents. The sound of his relief, I worried, was going to be my downfall.  My legs were squeezed so tightly together I worried I wasn’t going to be able to move when my turn came. A spurt of piss inevitably escaped from the tip of my penis, wetting the absorbent padding around it. What’s taking these people so long?! A finger tapped my shoulder. I’d almost forgotten about the guy behind me. ”E-Excuse me sir, I know we’re both desperate for a leak, but I seriously might wet myself if I don’t piss soon,” he paused to groan and squeeze himself. “Can I get in front of you?” The strong, brief stream of piss that was released into the diaper said “no.” But I, stupid I, said “of course!” So the man got in front of me. And of course, a stall opened up not ten seconds later. The man rushed to it, and soon another strong stream of piss tormented my bladder. A third leak. This one was steady, threatening to not stop and release the rest of the contents of my bladder into this cheapy diaper. God, but it felt so good. Miraculously, a stall opened. I near sprinted to it, the stream never stopping. I fumbled to close the door, but the sight of the toilet was too damn much. The stream only got stronger, and it never did stop. I pissed full-force into it, facing the bowl that I’d been waiting to see for quite a while. I had to keep a hand over my mouth to suppress the moans that escaped me. The sweet release felt so, so good. When my bladder was almost emptied, I looked down to inspect the damage. Huh! — No leaks. I was 100% wet patch-free. I sat down on the toilet, feeling the diaper and its fullness. The wetness against my penis felt... oddly nice. I pulled it down and released the rest of my piss into the bowl. I realized how long I was taking, so  I pulled it back up, washed my hands, and got the hell out of dodge. I got a rental car, and pulled out of the parking garage. It was getting harder to ignore the bulge in my pants. The more I moved, the more the warm wetness rubbed against my penis.  I pulled over and pushed my seat back. I got onto my stomach and humped the seat, allowing the diaper to massage my dick. I got harder and harder with each thrust, panting and moaning. My hips moved rhythmically. With a loud gasp, I released a second load into the diaper as I rearched orgasm. I collapsed on the seat, exhausted and utterly pleasured. ”Oh, Jesus,” I muttered. I ran a hand up and down the front of my trousers, hearing the crinkle of the diaper. “I’ll have to do this again, sometime.”
Authors Note: As I began recounting my experience of this party, I realized I was embellishing ever so slightly, with other real experiences that I’ve had. I also realized I was okay with that, because it would make a pretty great story. That’s why it’s here, in the fiction section. In a sense, everything that follows is true, because everything I describe, including conversations, outline actual experiences that I’ve had. They just didn’t all happen at this same time, with the same person. If you have any feedback, please send it my way!! Being festive person that I am, I could not resist going to an ugly Christmas sweater party. But after the first one turned out to be duller than a lecture on business finance, I finally relented. I gathered my energy, left my introversion at home, and went to the fabled “Lit-mass” Party. This is the story of that party. I have several different friend groups; one in particular likes to party. Several years back, one of them held a party at their house, and it got so wild. Like Office Christmas party wild. Since then, we’ve had one every year, and we host it in different houses each time so the lovely neighbors don’t hate us for life. And since we’re a very punny group of people, we dubbed the party “Lit-mass” (definitely my idea).  Of course, I wouldn’t be posting this here if it wasn’t omorashi relevant. At the very first party, hosted by my friend, ummm, Rachel, there were several bathrooms in the house, and only one was open for use. Combine that with a crowd full zany party-goers, and you get a magical bathroom line that stretches across the wall. This led men to pee outside, as is the chivalrous thing for a gentleman to do, and line full of desperate, dancing, giggling women. Unfortunately for them, I wasn’t so chivalrous, and I took my place in line and enjoyed a very lovely show of leg crossing and pee dancing, until that fateful moment when my turn was up, and a line full of giggly, desperate girls would have my head if I took any longer than 5 minutes; that would be counterproductive. There hadn’t been a turnout like that since the very first “Lit-mass”, and every other house has had an abundance of bathrooms *sigh* But this particular “Lit-mass” was even better. Last year, my friend Rachel got a new job at an amusement park. She’s super social, and made a lot of new friends, very fast. Using her newfound network of amusement park associates, she threw together another “Lit-mass” at one of her co- workers houses. As usual, I showed up with a bag full of tamales in my “Lit-mass” party casual (a wreath with a holographic cat wearing sunglasses, courtesy of Target). You’d be surprised how many new friends you’ll make when you show up with a bag of tamales. It’s like an instant ice breaker, especially because everyone thought I was white, and kept asking why this gringo knew how to make tamales. Exotic. So anyways, I started talking to a bodacious latina named Lorena. She was wearing a form fitting maroon dress, with little Christmas lights adorning the dress like trimming. She was absolutely stunning. Totally out of my league. But I had tamales.  She worked with Rachel in the same department, and Rachel, being the relentless wingman that she is, introduced us and pointed us toward the bar. Normally I don’t invest much in party encounters, but there’s exceptions to everything. We were really hitting it off, and after several drinks and a few cold tamales, the chemistry was evident. I found out we were studying the same thing, and we were both movie buffs; she knew all of my pulp fiction quotes. She even laughed at my jokes too, which is always nice, but definitely too much to actually ask for. Better yet, she was pretty damn funny too, which almost made me uncomfortable. My machismo was enraged, like, how dare she be funnier than me!? It was pretty great. I was liking my odds at that point. As we talked, I noticed she kept crossing her legs. With each of her playful brushes on my arm, she would readjust her footing. Part of me was thinking that her heels looked really uncomfortable, so they probably were. But the other, omorashi fueled part of my brain was thinking about all those drinks we had, and how she hadn’t been to the bathroom since she got here. Come to think of it, I hadn’t even seen the bathroom since I showed up. The tension rose as I watched Lorena subtly shift in front of me; I wondered if she even knew where the bathroom was. My inner desperation fan hoped she didn’t. As I fought reign in my thoughts, Rachel passed by. By now, all of us are clearly drunk. She shouted at us over the music, “Hey guys, you two having a good time!?” ”Can’t you tell!?” I said, as I nodded to Lorena. ”Oh I bet you are,” She teased, “But I was talking to Lorena!” Lorena giggled. “Are you kidding? He fed me, he’s like speaking to my heart right now.” ”Geeze don’t encourage him!” She said as she playfully pushed Lorena. Lorena stumbled back and caught her balance on the table, then instantly crossed her legs. My desperation senses went from 0- 100 right then and there. ”Don’t push me I have to pee!” Lorena whines, squeezing her thighs tighter. ”So what? I do too!” Rachel said, as she casually crossed legs. “Wanna come with?” Lorena, with almost no hesitation, said “Nah, I’m good right now,” to the surprise of both Rachel and myself. This was a good sign. ”Suit yourself,” Rachel shrugged, “But I’m getting in line now before it backs up around the corner again!” ”Which corner?” I asked curiously. “Straight down the hall and to the left, for future reference.” She said, as she uncrossed her legs and swiftly walked in the previously stated direction of the bathrooms.  There was a line? There was a line! My ‘Inner Alex’ was doing high jumps at the thought of a line of desperate ladies, and one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen was already desperate, and refused to go. How good could this get? Well, alcohol fueled Alex decided to find out. As Lorena turned back to me, legs still tightly crossed, I teased, “You gonna be alright over there?” As if relieved that the cat was out of the bag, she uncrossed her legs, recrossed them, and bobbed gently on the spot. “I’ll be alright, I’ve had to go worse before!” I continued to tease, relishing every moment of desperation talk, ”On a scale of 1-10, how bad is it?” I asked playfully. She folded her hands in front of her lap and made a sort of thinking face, “Umm, probably like a 5 or a 6?” ”That’s it? So then pee dancing is a pastime for you?” “Nooooo!” She giggled, and pranced lightly in place. “Okay, maybe it’s worse than a 5 or a 6. It might be like a 7.” ”You look like you’re warming up for a marathon,” I quipped, referring to her walking in place.  Lorena stifled a giggle, then burst out laughing, “AHAHAHA oh my god shut up!! You’re totally overthinking this, I have to pee. I have to pee enough to make me dance. Is that a good enough answer, or should I draw you a diagram?” At which point I very boldly, and seductively asked her to draw me a diagram. She looked deep into my eyes, and said “hand me a pen.” We kissed passionately as she feverishly pee danced in place. We confessed our love to one another as she indulged in my kink. We rode off into the sunset and had 7 kids after eloping to Vegas.  And that’s how I met your mother. Kidding. Of course I’m kidding. Imagine THAT episode of “How I Met Your Mother?” It’d probably never air. No, no, no. That’s not how you ask a desperate girl to draw you a diagram.  You ask politely. ”I think you should draw me a diagram.” I ‘asked’, politely. ”Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you!?” She giggled, and after a short silence she smirked at me, crossed her legs, and asked, “do you have a pen and paper?” I gulped. ”For what?” ”For the diagram? Duh” ”Ahaaaaaa! Youuuu.... you’re a funny one youuuu.” I nervously countered.  “You’re the weirdo who wants a diagram of my pee dance!” She teased, crossing her legs and bending forward. Well damn. I’d been caught. In my drunken stupor of lust and desire I’d been caught. Kind of. Oh well. I stared at her as she bobbed in place and stared back at me. My lust was rising by the second, and I was acutely aware of the great view I had of her plentiful cleavage from this angle. “See something you like?” She asked, coyly. Yikes. Ummmmmm..... “Yes, your lovely smile.” Ehhh. Predictable. “Oh, is that what you call these?” As she pressed her outward for reference. Okay, ummmmm..... “No, I call those boobs.” Probably rude. But honest. “AHAHAHA!” She laughed, double crossed her thick thighs, and bent over, pressing a hand over the crotch of her dress. “I call them that too.” She said, with a sexy smile. “Well if you like my smile so much, why have you been looking at my legs for the past 20 minutes?” Ummmmmmmmm...... Screw it. What did I have to lose!?  Well, a lot. I could scare this girl off with my weird pee related flirting.  But I felt confident enough to pull it off.  I leaned forward, and with a playful smile, unwavering eye contact, and the slightest hint of suggestion, I say, “Well maybe I like your dance moves.” We stood in silence for a second, Lorena with a quizzical yet intrigued look on her face. Silence being relative to our conversation, not the blaring music surrounding us. Silence. And then laughter. Copious laughter. “AHAHA! What, you mean my pee dance!?” She asked incredulously, thighs pressed tightly together. “Yeaaah!” I said, playing my newfound leeway as cooly as possible. “It’s in perfect time to the music, you’re a natural!” “Uh huhhh, surrrre.” She slapped me playfully on the shoulder. “Well I’m glad you can appreciate the little things.” She teased, with another squeeze of her thighs. “I’m a keeper,” I winked.  She looked as if she were contemplating something, earnestly. Her eyes darted to the bathroom, then the bar, then me. Then she smiled. “Let’s take a shot.” She said. “Tequila?” “I too like to live dangerously,” I quip back. “Do behave,” She slurred mockingly. For some reason, Austin Powers was totally working right now. She smiles wryly, and saunters over to the bar table. She bends one knee into the other, and shifts lightly from foot to foot, before settling into a firm cross legged position as she poured the tequila. I looked around, and was surprised as to what I’d missed. I spied a beer pong table about to free up, some poor chumps got stuck on the last cup for almost 15 minutes. Also, the bathroom line was rounding the corner now, an indication that a host of desperate ladies were cued up for relief, and the lovely Lorena had denied it for the second time.  Mischievous side took over. I knew what I wanted to do. Lorena came back with a suggestive smile and handed me the shot. “What did you put in it Lorena?” I ask suspiciously. “Oh my gosh nothing, I swear!” “You’re not trying to take advantage of me are you?” “Alex, I don’t need to drug you to take advantage of you.” She giggles suggestively. “Sounds like ‘all talk’ to meeee.” “Well we’ll seeeeee.” She smiled. I really did like her smile. Then she crossed her legs. I liked that too. I look up to see her staring intently at me, oddly.  She smiled and said, “A toast: to living dangerously!”  Dammit, that should’ve been my line. She’s like, doing my job for me. I smiled knowingly, and we downed the shots. Time to act. “Alex, do you play beer pong? The table just freed up!” She asked innocently. Wow. That was disarming. She’s two for two right now, but I’m not complaining. “I’m better than most, maybe.” I shrug. “Well that’s better than most. Let’s go, and grab me a beer on the way out!” Didn’t she have to pee really bad a second ago? Did she forget? Attempting to take back control, I feel the odd need to remind her. “You sure you don’t want to visit the ladies first?” “No, we’ll lose the table silly!” She said patronizingly.  “You might be a little uncomfortable....” As she approaches the doorway, she turned on her heel and looked me in the eye. And with that bewitching smile, she taunted me, “What, I thought you liked my dance moves?” Now thoroughly and completely disarmed, she smiled coyly, and proceeded to reserve the table, crossing her legs as soon as she got there. So like any self respecting, dumbfounded, omorashi enthusiast would do, I grabbed two beers (and several more, just in case), and walked outside to join my unofficial date for the evening.  With a gentle curtsy, and a slight swaying of the hips and her curvaceous backside, Lorena handed me the ping pong ball, as she popped open her drink with a smile and said, “you go first.” Edited January 2, 2018 by Alex Oxford (see edit history)
Sorry for the delay ladies and gents! Where was I? Oh yeah. I watching a beautiful latin woman pee dance in front of me, before boldly signing up for the next game of beer pong. I stood there feeling all kinds of things. I felt aroused as a looked at her plump ass swaying back and forth, and even more aroused as I thought about all the pee sloshing around inside her. But I also felt confused: like, why though? She could just go pee now and her troubles would be over. But she’d chosen her fate, and I was far from being a man to disrespect her very intentional choice to hold on. Lorena crossed her legs and bounced in place, sticking her butt out prominently as she bent at the waist. She glanced up at me, “Should I go first or should you?” ”I’m a gentleman, and the lady is always first!” I state valiantly, “but you’ll have to hold still if you expect to get anywhere!” She put a hand on her chest in mock surprise, “Alex! Have some faith in me! I’ve had a lot to drink, and everyone knows you’re better after you’ve had a lot to drink!” ”That’s true, but it looks like its past the point where it would be helpful!” I tease, referring to her crossed legs. ”Oh please, do I look uncomfortable?” Hmmmm. Good point. She had a broad grin across her face, despite her full bladder. This was not her first rodeo. ”You look cute and very overconfident,” I tease, “don’t bite off more than you can chew!” Lorena playfully slaps me, “oh gosh, you swear like I’ve never been desperate to pee before.” The words sent a chill of arousal up my spine. ”What was that not too long ago about living dangerously?” She teased as winked at me with a hint of suggestion. “AHA! Who said you could make jokes off of my jokes!?” “I didn’t know there was a copyright!” Theres not. But there should be. ”Alright smart one, it’s your funeral....” as I trail off, Lorena crossed her legs one more time and bobbed once more as she took eyes our opponents (Chester and Marc or something fratty like that, who cares), and took the shot. *Swoosh* ”Your turn,” she smiled as she handed me the ping pong ball. My approach is usually an aggressive fast ball right into the cup that I was kind of aiming for. For whatever reason (certainly not my incompetence), I missed. *Swoosh* Lorena again right down the middle, with an arc on the shot worthy of the basketball court. As we continued playing, and naturally, kicking their asses, conversation got a little slow. I casually wondered whether she actually did play basketball. She was definitely athletic enough! ”Sheesh, you must’ve played basketball at some point!” ”I did actually! I was point guard I’m high school!” She smiled sweetly, her legs firmly crossed. ”Wow, sounds fancy!” ”Nothing too fancy,” she corrected, “I was on the varsity squad all 4 years. I even placed all CIF.” She reflected with pride! “You’re kidding me, that’s incredible! So you went to college on scholarship then?” Lorena’s expression suddenly changed, her face clearly indicating hesitation. ”Ehhhh....,” she mumbled, “I was so done by the time I graduated. Totally basketballed out. Like, I felt totally overworked. The last thing I wanted to do was play for another 4 years. It just didn’t feel worth it in the Long run.” “Oh....” I muttered. Shit just got real, but that’s okay. That’s what real life looks like. “I.... I get that. Like, it really sucks when you get overworked to the point where your passion is more of an inconvenience than it is a passion.” Lorena took a moment and looked at me, with a thoughtful and almost dewey- eyed expression across her face. “Yeah.... I don’t know, I kind of wish I kept playing.” ”They don’t know what they’re missing.” I playfully patted her head, “at 5’4” you could’ve set a record for the shortest MVP!” “AHAHA!!!” Lorena roared with laughter, doubling over and crossing her legs to prevent any leaks. People around us turn their heads in confusion and intrigue. “Shut the HELL up! I am not that short!” ”Dude, if it weren’t for modern technology you’d have to sit on a phone book to see the road!” Another roar of laughter came from Lorena, this time placing her hands in between her legs for added support. ”Alex, oh my god stop! I swear to god you’re going to make me pee my pants!” I turn bright red, but that’s become a common thing this evening. “HA! You can do that without any help from me!” I tease, as she breaks her desperate pretzel pose and begins stepping from foot to foot. ”And makes you say that?” She teased, “Was it the dancing again?” ”It was definitely the dancing again. That and all the beer you drank.” The look on her face was one of subtle realization. While we had been talking, Ben and Jerry’s, or whatever the hell their names were, had made it a point to score on us, and I had made it a point to ‘miss’ more often, just to drag the game on a little longer. ”Ahaha! I can’t help it, like I really can’t at this point. The more you have to pee, the more you have to dance. They go together, you know?” Oh trust me, I know. *swoosh* Tom and Jerry seemed to have scored on us during our pee related banter. What a damn shame. I picked up a beer and offered it to her, “you know the rules girly.” I wink as I give her the beer. With a playful sigh, and a coy smile, Lorena takes a long swig of her beer before carefully placing it back on the table. She bit her lips and folded her hands together as she alternated crossing one leg over the other. Lorena bobbed on the spot and stuck her plump butt out as I stepped up for the free throw. Air ball. Of course. “Alex have you ever even played before!?” She teased, now stepping firmly from foot to foot. ”Hey I said I was better than most. But when you think about ‘most,’ most have never played.” Critical thinking 101. ”Whatever Einstein.” *Swoosh* Only one cup left, fortunately for her. She was now visibly desperate. Anyone who saw her could easily tell this beautiful woman was prancing around with a full bladder. I think that was the best part actually; Lorena was so candid about her desperation. I was getting the show of a lifetime. Lorena raised one knee and steadied herself in my shoulder, “Geeze Alex, why’d you have to suck so bad? I literally have to pee sooo bad right now.” ”How bad again?” I teased. ”Sooooo bad.” She giggled, with a sharp curtsy. She bit her lip and looked me in the eye as she playfully says, “my bladder is so full right now.”  Music to my ears. Playfulness slowly turned to sexual tension as I placed my hand on the small of her back. ”Well you have to stay till we finish the game Lorena, otherwise that would be rude!” I tease pulling her closer. ”I don’t know if I can last that long,” she said, squirming in my arm next to me, “I’m already making a scene, if I wait any longer I’ll be YouTube famous!” She giggled. She was right. Several men and more than one woman kept glancing over at this beautiful woman, who seemed to be on the verge of an accident. Whether The watched out of intrigue or arousal, I was not sure. But Lorena had an audience now. She raised a knee to apply pressure to her pelvic floor, and stomped firmly on the ground. “I have to go before.....” I look at her nervously, dare I ask? Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? ”..... Before you pee your pants?” I ask sheepishly. ”Well I’m not wearing pants technically. But yeah, something like that.” She giggles, now prancing up and down next to me. “We only have one shot to go. It definitely can’t wait.” I wink at her, my hand now resting on her lovely hip. She opens her mouth with mock surprise once again, “Wow, you’res evil! You’re some kind of sadist aren’t you?”  “HA! I’m definitely some kind.” I’ve only known this girl for a few hours and she’s already reading me like a book. She contemplates for a minute, walking on the spot and swaying her hips left and right, before breaking the silence. ”Well you’re in luck. I just happens that I really want to win, and the bathroom line is very long. So I might as well, you know?” She winks. But this girl can not stand still. It looks like she’s rehearsing salsa steps. There’s no way she can- *swoosh* Game over. ”Thank god,” she mumbles, placing a hand over her dress, “Now for a well deserved pee.” ”After a long wait of course,” I gently remind her, nodding to the impacted bathroom line. ”I didn’t forget,” she giggle, but with viably more distress. “Care to join me?” Duh.
For those of you who may or may not have read my stories before, this one is a sequel to The Beach Party story I posted a while ago. The Kelly referenced in the title is the same Kelly from that story. It's not necessary for you have to read The Beach Party in order to enjoy this story, but fair warning if you haven't read it yet, there's a few spoilers about that story in this one. === Kelly's Regret, Part #1 The first thing Kelly was aware of as she woke up was that she needed to take a piss quite badly, her hands automatically grabbed her pussy in desperation. That she needed to pee so badly wasn't very surprising, Kelly had last peed at 6 AM yesterday morning. By the time Kelly had went to bed at midnight last night she had already really needed a piss after holding it for 18 hours already. And now according to the clock it was 8 AM, 26 hours since Kelly had last had a piss. Normally Kelly wouldn't have needed to go quite this badly after holding it for just 26 hours, but William had made sure she drank a lot of water the previous day. Kelly's bulging bladder, which was already large last night, had only gotten even larger overnight. Before her humiliating loss against Zora's iron bladder several months ago Kelly would have probably used the toilet before bed. Or if not before bed it would certainly be the first thing she did right now after getting up the next day. But ever since her humiliating loss Kelly had been hyper focused on training herself to get an even stronger iron bladder than she already had. Kelly wanted nothing more than to have a rematch against Zora, and watch her arch-rival piss herself while Kelly still held it in even longer. The memory of her humiliating loss still haunted Kelly in her dreams from time to time, which only made her more determined to beat Zora one day. Kelly thought she had made great progress in her training over the last few months, she knew her iron bladder was much tougher than it used to be. Yet Kelly feared that her arch-rival was probably pushing herself even harder in her own training then she was. Kelly knew that unlike her Zora refused to pee anywhere but a clean ladies room toilet. Zora had even bragged to Kelly once that Zora's own refusal to drop her clothing, and squat down for a piss outdoors like the other girls gave her the extra motivation to build up such an unbeatable iron bladder. Zora never had that option as a way out when she was far away from any toilets, so she always had to keep waiting. Kelly had replayed that offhanded comment in her mind so many times the last few months. The more Kelly thought about it, the more she worried that Zora was right. Kelly needed to put herself in situations like Zora did, where she was desperate to pee, but wouldn't be able to for a long time. But putting herself in situations where she couldn't pee for a long time was easier said than done for Kelly. Whenever Kelly got in trouble in her bladder training sessions at college she could always just give up and run into the ladies room to use a toilet. Or if that wasn't an option she could always squat down behind some bushes and pee outdoors as she had done countless times before. Other girls like Zora shuddered at the mere thought of peeing outdoors, and would try to hold it until a clean toilet was available to them at all costs, but Kelly loved peeing outdoors. Kelly thought peeing outdoors felt quite liberating, and enjoyed the freedom of it too much to give it up. A girl like Zora could easily force herself to hold it all day or longer by taking a hike or camping trip outdoors. But that wouldn't work for Kelly, who had no qualms about peeing on the grass next to the guys, so Kelly needed an alternate solution. Kelly's alternate solution was a padlock, and William's love for making her as desperate to pee as possible. When she got dressed yesterday Kelly had grabbed her favorite pair of expensive designer jeans, and locked herself in them with the padlock. She gave the key to her boyfriend William, with a knowing look in her eyes. The look on William's face was like a kid in a candy shop as he realized what Kelly was asking him to do. "Are you sure you want to do this Kelly? You know I won't make it easy on you, I can promise you that" William had asked with a big grin. Under normal circumstances Kelly would have known not to give her boyfriend absolute control over if she could pee or not. She had little doubt that he would abuse the privilege to make her hold it as long as possible, and maybe even cause her to piss herself in public again. Just the look in Will's eyes would have been enough to make Kelly reconsider under normal circumstances. But not today, Kelly was too desperate to beat her arch-rival's iron bladder to care what a bad idea she knew her plan was. "I know you won't be easy on me Will, that's the whole reason I'm asking you to do it. You have my permission to be as hard on me and my iron bladder as possible, no matter what I tell you later" Kelly had replied with confidence. "I want you to make me hold it as long as I possibly can Will. If I tell you I can't wait any longer, I want you to call me a liar and make me wait even longer until you finally give me the key. I want you to push me to my absolute limits before you let me pee. You know full well why I need the practice". "Oh Kelly, I think you'll regret asking me to do this by the time I finally give you the key" William had replied with an evil grin on his face now. Ever since William had met Kelly and learned what a huge iron bladder she had William had been fantasizing about situations like this, where he had absolute control over Kelly's bladder. In the months since the beach party William had to settle for watching Kelly make herself as desperate as possible, knowing full well she could give up and pee at any time despite Will's encouragement to keep waiting. But now Kelly had literally just given him the key to fulfilling his own secret fantasies on her. William knew he wouldn't waste this opportunity, Kelly would get plenty of training to help her best Zora's iron bladder alright! Kelly, unaware of what William had in store for her, maintained her look of confidence, but in the back of her mind she was nervous. She had no doubt that William was bound to push her a LOT harder than she had been pushing herself in her training. Kelly just hoped that William didn't cause her to piss her expensive designer jeans. She had purposely picked her most expensive pair to make herself less likely to give up and piss herself. Back in the present, Kelly's hands shot to her crotch as she fidgeted around in bed from her desperate urge for a morning piss. If it wasn't for the padlock, and it's reminder of her hatred for her arch-rival, Kelly would probably have been racing to plop herself down on the toilet seat for a piss after 26 hours of waiting. All that water she had drank yesterday at William's urging needed to come out in the worst way. Besides, a 26 hour hold ought to have been enough for Kelly to easily best anyone else's bladder under normal circumstances. But of course it hadn't been enough to bring down her arch-rival last time, Zora had continued to hold it for much of the second day in their last contest, despite the 5 and a half hour disadvantage she had over Kelly. Kelly was so distracted by her urgent need for a morning piss that she didn't even think to glance to her side to see if William was awake or not. That changed when she soon heard the sound of the toilet flushing from the master bathroom a few meters away. Belatedly Kelly glanced to her side, and saw William leaving the master bathroom, clearly having just taken the morning piss Kelly urgently needed herself. William's eyes met Kelly's, with a knowing grin on his face. "Good morning Kelly, how would you like to have a few glasses of water with breakfast" he asked as Kelly made herself sit up and stop squirming around in bed like a desperate little girl. Kelly hated looking like she was weak or desperate in front of Will and others if she could help it. Besides, forcing herself to not squirm around in desperation was good practice for her eventual rematch against Zora. Still, Kelly couldn't help but shudder inwardly at the obvious message in William's good morning. She had only just woken up, and William was already making clear that he was going to be cruelly keeping her extremely well hydrated today just like yesterday. Kelly had started out yesterday with an empty bladder when she drank what was probably several gallons of beverages. Anything Will offered yesterday Kelly had dutifully drank without question or complaint. But Kelly didn't have the luxury of taking a morning piss today before continuing to down more beverages, and William obviously wasn't going to give it to her. Kelly really didn't think she could last all day if William kept offering her as many drinks today as he did yesterday. She'd probably piss herself by the late afternoon if he did. But then maybe that was Will's plan with all this drinking, to fill her up as much as she had been in her last contest against Zora before she lost it. It would let them both see how much Kelly had really improved since then. Kelly knew she could just refuse to drink some or all of the beverages William offered her today, but her pride wouldn't allow it, at least not yet. Besides, William was just doing what she had asked when he offered all these beverages. Still, Kelly could at least have a bit of fun teasing Will, pretending she might refuse his drinks, just to warn him she wouldn't roll over completely today no matter what he told her to do. "And what if I'm not as thirsty today as I was yesterday Will?" Kelly asked, with an edge of stubbornness in her voice. Kelly sat up straighter in bed and kept herself stiller to make herself look stronger, and more unconcerned about her urgent need for a morning pee. William smiled like a shark sniffing out weakness as he hid one of his hands behind his back. "Well then, I'd say I hope the reason you aren't thirsty isn't because you woke up this morning needing to use the toilet to take a badly needed pee after holding it for just 26 hours Kelly". Kelly swore in her mind, of course Will wouldn't buy her tough girl who doesn't have to pee body language. He probably saw her gripping her crotch and squirming around in her sleep before she got up. "Of course I'm not bothered by my bladder Will, that's a silly question. I barely even feel an urge to go despite the 26 hours that it's been since I last peed" Kelly lied with an irritable look on her face. "Well that's good to hear Kelly" William said as he let Kelly see what his hand was hiding behind his back, it was the key to her padlock. "Then you wouldn't want this even if I offered to let you take a morning piss, would you Kelly?". Kelly knew William was just taunting her now for fun now. He knew full well she was lying to him, this was his way of calling her out on it. Kelly decided to play along with his 'offer' anyway. "Well... if you made the offer, I guess I would need to take it" she admitted slyly. "I can certainly wait a long while if I have to, but I could really do with a morning pee right about now". "I thought so, you aren't a very good liar Kelly, your body language gives you away. You need to do better than that Kelly if you ever want to beat Zora's bladder of steel" William said simply. "That makes it a very good thing you asked me to help you train yourself. You know I'm all about 'helping' you to hold it in even longer Kelly". Kelly's nostrils nearly flared as she was angered by the reminder that Zora was better than her. But reluctantly she knew that William was trying to help her, in his own cruel way, so she let it slide. "I'll have to prove you wrong then Will" she said, "Your girl knows how to hold her pee. I can handle a lot more than a mere 26 hours without a leak if you make me". Kelly knew her bladder situation obviously wasn't going to improve at breakfast as she drank another 3 bottles of water at William's urging. Despite her prowess for holding it for a long time, Kelly found herself dreading the rest of the day, knowing that William would inevitably continue to fill her bladder until she couldn't take it anymore. Kelly had become super desperate plenty of times around William before, especially at various outdoors places far from a toilet. But Kelly had always had the power to rip her jeans off and pee wherever she was if William kept her from a toilet for too long for even her considerable bladder control. But today Kelly didn't have that escape option, since William had the key to unlock her jeans. Thinking back to all the many times she had had enough and peed outdoors in front of William, she doubted that he would have given her the key to pee most of times if she had asked for it. Kelly tried to banish such thoughts from her head as she took a large sip of water. William only liked it when she was desperate to pee, he wouldn't really make her piss herself if she really couldn't hold it any longer... she hoped. "So, what are we going to do today? Besides filling me up some more" Kelly asked William, hoping for a distraction from her gloomy thoughts. "Oh, since you're going to make day so enjoying by continuing to hold it and giving me the key I thought I'd treat you to something special" Will said with a smile. "How's a day of shopping and sightseeing around town sound to you Kelly" he said with a grin. Kelly's eyes lit up with joy, she was soon grinning with Will. "That's what I love about you Will, you know how to lift the mood of a girl who's having a bad morning" she said with a smile as she reached over to kiss him. While William could be a jerk at times, shopping with him was the best, and showed the perks of dating a boyfriend from a wealthy family. He was often willing to let Kelly buy whatever she wanted on his dime (technically his wealthy parents dime, just like the vacation house they were staying in). Kelly, like any girl, loved shopping. Plus Kelly knew the shopping and sightseeing was bound to be a welcome distraction from her still filling bladder. Of course when you're doing a lot of running around shopping and sightseeing, it can make you quite thirsty. So William made sure to frequently drag Kelly to vending machines to buy her a bottle of water, or a can of soda. "Here Kelly, they say never letter your lady shop while she's thirsty" he said as he handed her a can of soda within 10 minutes of her finishing the last one. Kelly grimaced inwardly, her need to piss was distracting her enough already during their shopping, she didn't want even more soda so soon. But of course she couldn't show that weakness to Will. "Whoever says that Will?" Kelly asked skeptically as she accepted the can of soda with a smile. "It sounds like something only you or Matt would ever say, to fill your girl's bladder up more". Kelly opened the can of soda and took a long sip for Will, trying to look like a woman who was completely unconcerned about her bladder. "Ok, maybe I did just make it up" Will admitted with a grin. "But hey, maybe if your girl really needs to pee after quenching her thirst she'll tire of shopping quicker" he added with a shrug. "Maybe other girls, but not this one" Kelly replied with a prideful grin. "You have to do better than giving me just a few cans of soda if you want me to hurry up and finish shopping so I can pee" she added daringly. "What would be the point in attempting that Kelly?" Will asked playfully. "We both know you can't pee until I give you permission and unlock you. But based on how calm you seem that won't be for a very long time yet". Kelly smiled inwardly at the compliment. "It certainly won't Will, I barely even notice the urge!" Kelly answered, perhaps a bit too quickly to come across as truly unconcerned about her bladder's incessant needs. But William didn't seem to notice, as his phone buzzed with a new text message, and he went back to texting some of his other college friends again. By the time noon rolled around Kelly was really starting to regret accepting all the drinks William had offered her today. Shopping could no longer distract her from the 30 hours worth of pent up boiling piss she had brewing in her bladder. On any other day, were she not locked in her jeans, Kelly probably would have caved to her bladder's incessant demands by now and found a toilet to use. But not today, Kelly had locked herself in her jeans for a reason yesterday morning, she wasn't giving up that easily. Kelly was still determined to make this her longest hold ever, no matter how difficult Will made it for her. Kelly was even determined to keep up the tough girl who didn't need to pee act, no matter how much her bladder was nagging her for a piss right about now. Yet as Kelly and William returned to their car carrying several shopping bags, Kelly found herself looking forward to the chance to sit down for a few minutes. It would be nice to rest her legs, and hopefully have her bladder settle down a bit. Just thinking about how badly she needed to pee was making Kelly's legs fidget. Kelly found herself fantasizing about how good it would feel to be able to pee, even taking a partial pee would feel really good after holding it for over 30 hours. "Struggling with your need to pee I see Kelly" Will said with a knowing smile, knocking Kelly out of her daydreams. Kelly realized they were standing by the trunk of their car, and she had been fidgeting her legs around in a blatant sign of desperation. That wasn't what a tough girl who didn't need to pee was supposed to be doing Kelly told herself. "I am not struggling with my bladder Will! I don't even have an urge to go!" Kelly lied stubbornly, despite the overwhelming evidence otherwise provided by her clearly visible rock hard bladder bulge. "I was just distracted a bit Will, it's nothing to worry about". "Distracted by the unpleasant feeling that you haven't peed in the last 30 hours I bet Kelly" Will replied as he opened the trunk. "I bet you'll be begging me to give you the key and let you pee real soon when the urge becomes too much for you" he added, whipping a key out to wave it around just for good measure. Kelly couldn't tell from the distance if it was the key to her lock or a different key, but she assumed it was the lock's key. The sight of the key sent a slight tremor through Kelly's bladder. She nearly crossed her legs in desperation, but caught herself and used muscle power alone to hold on. "Oh come on Will, do you really think I'd ask for your help, and give you the key, only to give up and ask to be allowed to pee after only 30 hours?" Kelly asked. "I'm a tougher girl then I was a few months ago Will, I can wait a lot longer than I used to". William smiled at her proudly. "Well then, you'll just have to keep convincing me Kelly, in fact I have something in mind that'll do the trick" he said with a grin on his face. "Come over here for a moment Kelly", he pointed to the space between their car and the one parked next to them in the busy parking lot. "You had better not be doing what I think you're doing Will" Kelly warned. William's grin let her know that her suspicions were right, as he unzipped his jeans and began to pull his cock out. "If you're so confident you can keep holding on much longer then you already have then this should be nothing for you Kelly" Will said, quietly enough so others who might be near in the parking lot wouldn't hear them. Kelly felt the familiar anger she had felt countless times before as she saw Will begin to piss right in front of her on the concrete. This was hardly the first time Will had ever found a way to pee in front of her when she was desperate but couldn't pee, Kelly used to have to endure it all the time around Will. Kelly used to be like the other girls who refused to pee outdoors, until William helped change that. Whenever William peed in front of her outdoors when she had to piss really badly Kelly used to get really ticked off. She used to yell at him and loudly complain about how badly she had to pee. Early on in their relationship Kelly didn't even realize that William enjoyed putting her into desperate situations outdoors where he could pee but she couldn't because of her own inhibitions. It should have been so obvious in hindsight. But one time Kelly had been really desperate for a piss after holding it in for nearly a day and a half on an outdoors adventure. When William whipped out his cock to cruelly pee in front her yet again, Kelly, certain she was on the verge of pissing herself any minute now, and not wanting to piss her jeans, decided she had enough. She hurried to undo her belt, then she ripped her jeans and panties down in one swift motion. Kelly was so desperate that she had already started peeing before she even squatted down beside William. Kelly's urine had gotten on her shoes and part of her jeans that first time, but it was much better than the alternate of completely pissing herself. At the time Kelly had intended for it to be a one-time thing done out of pure desperation when she was on the verge of pissing herself. But William had told her afterwards that it was really hot watching her pee outdoors, and Kelly found that she had really enjoyed doing it. It was then that it clicked for her that William had been getting a kick out of seeing her desperate to pee, and cruelly peeing in front of her like that. Just like Will was getting an erotic kick out of peeing in front of her right now. His penis was partially erect in excitement, which was making it harder for him to keep his stream going. After all the times Will had previously peed in front of her when she was desperate Kelly's bladder wasn't too bothered by Will's taunting piss. But Kelly still felt anger that Will would pee in front of her like this, and in such a public place where anyone walking back to their car might see. So she decided to do something about it this time around. Kelly reached out and gripped Will's cock playfully, it instantly stiffened under her touch, and Will's urine stream slowed to a trickle, despite all the soda he still had inside. "Normally I love it when you give me a handjob Kelly, but right now I've really gotta pee after all that soda babe" Will complained. "I think I'd rather you had to wait to" Kelly said with a smile as she began to stroke his cock. It didn't take much for her to get Will hard enough to cut his piss off entirely. "You can pee in front of me for your own erotic kicks as much as you want Will, but not in the middle of a crowded parking lot you idiot" she whispered angrily. "There's hidden cameras all over here, now put your cock back in your pants and hold it like a man till you get to a men's room". Will looked like he was about to protest, until he saw the look of anger in Kelly's eyes. "Ok, you made your point Kelly. Let's grab some lunch" he said as he zipped his jeans back up. He had barely having gotten any relief at all in the 10 to 15 seconds he had been able to pee, but it was still more then Kelly's bursting bladder was going to get. At lunch Will briefly left Kelly to take a still much needed piss in the men's room. Kelly was glad she didn't have to listen to his piss for once as she crossed her legs underneath the table. Will soon came back and they ordered and ate lunch together, with Kelly continuing to cross and squirm her legs around under the table where no one could see. Wanting to continue the tough girl act, Kelly ended up helping herself to several refills of her large glass of coke at lunch without Will's prompting. "You really put that soda away at lunch darling. But where's it all going I wonder" Will commented as they got up to leave. "I know you want me to beg for the key Will, but I don't have to, not when I'm so good at holding it" Kelly replied calmly. She wasn't sure for how much longer she could continue to act calm however, she was sure that soda was going to cause her a lot of havoc once it all hit her bladder in another hour or two. The early afternoon passed with Kelly drinking even more bottles of water at Will's urging. By 2 PM in the afternoon Kelly's bladder was becoming a major problem for her after 32 hours without a piss. All the soda from lunch was coming back to haunt her now. It was becoming a struggle for Kelly to not openly squirm in desperation in the stores or during their sightseeing. But Kelly didn't want to look weak, so she stubbornly fought to hide her needs as best she could, even though her whole body wanted to squirm around desperately now. The afternoon was filled with a lot less shopping, and much more sightseeing then the morning was, which left Kelly with less things to distract her from her growing need to piss. Even though she wanted to turn down some of the drinks William offered her, Kelly's stubbornness wouldn't let her, no matter how much her bladder complained. Not fidgeting around or gripping her crotch when Will or others were looking was becoming much more of a struggle now. But Kelly, determined to prove to Will and herself that she was a tough girl and she could defeat her arch-rival Zora's bladder of steel, endured it all without complaint. By 5 PM Kelly was getting quite desperate to piss after holding it in for the last 35 hours, but she was still holding on. It was clear to Will from her tense body language just how badly she needed to go by now, even if she was stubbornly determined to keep up the tough girl act. It was shortly after 5 PM that Kelly's tough girl who doesn't need to pee act finally broke. Kelly was hit suddenly by such a strong wave of desperation that she had to ram both hands into her crotch and squirm around desperately. "Oh damn! Damn! I've really gotta pee!" Kelly moaned, glad that only Will was around to see her. "If that's your way of asking for the key, you know why you can't have it yet Kelly" Will said with a grin. Kelly shook her head. "No... I don't need it... yet" she grunted. Kelly tried experimentally to lift her hands off her crotch, but had to put one hand back after a few seconds. "I can still hold it... but maybe that last cup of soda was a mistake" she admitted. Will smiled at her still tough attitude, and sexy squirming. "Kelly you're doing much better than you were in your last match up against Zora. Keep this up and I don't think she'll stand a chance against you in a rematch". Kelly shook her head. "I'm still not good enough Will... Zora has been training herself to... she's probably been getting even better training than me". Kelly tried removing her second hand from her crotch again, this time she succeeded, though her whole body was still fidgeting quite a bit. "I've gotta keep pushing myself Will... as long as I can... that's why I gave you the key... I know you'll make me wait as long as I can... longer then I'd make myself wait if it was up to me". Will smiled mischievously. "You made the right choice there Kelly. I'll definitely make sure you push yourself farther than you ever thought possible. Now come on, if you're up to it I want to see the rest of this museum before we leave". Kelly wasn't really in the mood to see the rest of the museum anymore with her bladder so full. But she bit her tongue and merely said "of course I'll be up to seeing the rest of it Will". The museum tour continued to be just as bad on Kelly's bursting bladder as she feared. Kelly began to repeatedly pester Will for a break to sit down and rest her legs as her heavy load of urine continued to wreak havoc on her bladder. Kelly squirmed around and gripped her crotch from time to time, but she had to be careful out in public not to be too obvious. It wasn't until 6 PM that William finally agreed for them to sit down and rest somewhere. Fortunately Will found a private area for them to sit down where they wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing Kelly squirming around in obvious desperation. "Can we go back to the vacation house now Will?" Kelly asked hopefully. "I don't know how much more of this walking around I can take, especially when I have to pee this bad". Will was silent for a long moment, seeming to study Kelly's body language, or contemplate something, with a big smile on his face. "Alright, we can go... but only if you can drink another 6 cans of soda first Kelly". Kelly raised an eyebrow and grimaced at the suggestion. "Think of it as practice for the beer drinking contests against Zora" he added. "Now you're just taking advantage of a girl who's desperate to pee" Kelly replied, playfully rather than angry. "And why can't I drink the cans when we get back to the vacation house? Are you impatient Will?" she teased. "Well you haven't had anything to drink the last two hours" Will said simply. "And besides, Zora wouldn't turn it down, she would relish in the practice no matter how bad she needed to pee". Will knew he was risking Kelly's anger with that last line, she often hated any mention of Zora being better than her. But luckily Kelly's anger wasn't triggered. "And... what if I refuse?" Kelly asked calmly. "Then I guess I won't take you back to the vacation home for a while longer" Will replied smoothly. "Maybe we'll hop over to a movie theater and go see a long movie, and maybe I'll even get you a jumbo sized cup of soda... and who knows what I'll do if you don't finish it". "You're mean Will" Kelly pouted playfully as she squirmed around in her seat. "But fine... I can do it" she added. It wasn't Will's threat that got her to go along with it however. Despite her desperation, Kelly's pride couldn't let a challenge to her iron bladder go unanswered on a day like today, she was trying to challenge herself after all. She was pretty bad off right now, but she knew she could endure worse if she pushed herself. Kelly and Will returned to the vacation home shortly before 7 PM, Kelly had drank the entire six pack of soda cans within 20 minutes. Kelly was constantly crossing her legs and squirming around in her seat the whole ride back, urging Will to avoid any bumps on the road to not jostle her full bladder. As soon as she walked through the door Kelly collapsed on the couch with both hands gripping her crotch. Will would have loved to stay and watch, but he had to hurry off to the bathroom to take a much needed piss for himself. Fortunately the bathroom was far enough away for Kelly to not be tortured by the sound of Will's reliving piss or the toilet flushing afterwards. Will returned a few minutes later feeling quite relieved, unlike his girl Kelly. "I... don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold on Will" Kelly admitted. "Are you asking for the key so you can pee now Kelly" Will asked calmly, wondering if Kelly thought she was nearing her limits so soon. If so then that was disappointing, he had expected better from her. "No!" Kelly answered quickly, before immediately reconsidering as her bladder complained more fiercely. "Well... ok maybe..." Kelly confessed coyly. "I don't think I've ever held it this long before Will, especially not while drinking so much water and soda". "That doesn't mean you can't hold on for a while longer Kelly" Will said with encouragement. "Remember, you gave me the key so that you'd push yourself to new limits Kelly. What's the point of going all in like that if you're just going to give up so easily?". "I know Will" Kelly admitted, knowing Will had a good point. "I'd like be able to wait at least till I've been holding it for 40 hours since my last pee... to at least tie Zora's record. But I... don't know if I can hold on for another 3 hours Will... the urge is getting really bad". "Only 40 hours?" Will asked skeptically, "I think you can control yourself a lot longer than that Kelly, if you push yourself and don't give up so easily". Will's eyes glanced at the lock on Kelly's belt, and he smiled. "And since you can't pee until I give you the key... I guess that means you'll just have to wait a while longer". "Well then, how much longer do I have to control myself before I can pee?" Kelly asked, dreading the answer as she sat on her heel to try to help her bladder's plight a bit. All her arrogance from a day and a half ago when she gave Will the key to her lock were about to bite her in the butt now she knew. Yet she couldn't blame Will, he was only doing exactly what she had asked him to after all. "Oh I don't know, how about holding it for at least 48 hours since you took your last piss" Will replied lazily. "I think with all your practice the last few months that you can wait that long if you really try hard Kelly". "48 hours are you nuts Will! That's another 11 hours!" Kelly practically shouted in horror. "I can barely control myself for another 3 hours! There'll be a waterfall of piss erupting in between my legs long before I'm even half way there Will!". Unmoved by her pleading for mercy, Will sat down across from Kelly with what she could only describe as a look of pure evil joy in his eyes. Kelly knew whatever he was about to say wouldn't be good for her if he was this happy about it. "Well then, I have some bad news for you Kelly. You don't have any choice in the matter but to hold on for at least another 11 hours. The key to the lock on your jeans is somewhere that neither of us can get to it for a while, so I couldn't let you pee even if I wanted to right now" "...What the fuck are you talking about Will?" Kelly asked, confused by Will's bold claims. She would be livid if Will had somehow lost the key. "You had better not have given the key to someone else if that's what you're implying" she added sternly. "I'll show you Kelly, be right back" Will answered with a grin as he went into the kitchen. Kelly was too distracted by her desperate urge to pee to wonder what Will was doing, until he came back carrying a large fancy looking bowl. "It'll take all evening for it to melt I'm afraid" Will said with a big grin as he gave Kelly a closer look. The large bowl was filled with solid ice, Will had clearly filled it with water and put in the freezer for a while. At the very bottom of the ice, impossible to get at without breaking the bowl (which looked quite expensive), was a very familiar looking key. "Oh My God! What the Hell Will!" Kelly gasped in astonishment and horror. Kelly nearly lost her heavy load of pent up piss right there from the shock of it. She had been worried 37 hours ago that Will would keep the key to her lock in his pocket and refuse to give it to her until she started to piss herself. But this was even worse. If she pissed herself she'd have to wear her humiliating piss soaked jeans until the ice melted enough for her to get the key! "I think I did a good job at mimicking the stakes you'd have if you were really in a re-match holding contest against Zora" Will said with pride, oblivious to Kelly's anger. "Your problem is that you give up too easily when it gets too uncomfortable and too inconvenient to keep holding it Kelly" Will explained. "As you've made clear in the last few minutes Kelly, when your need to pee gets as bad as it is now you'd be hurrying to the nearest toilet if you could. And if the ladies room were unavailable that wouldn't stop you either Kelly, not when you have to pee this bad already. You'd drop your jeans and pee somewhere outdoors. Well now you can't, now you have to wait for a while because you have no other choice". "Will! I am NOT ok with having to wear piss soaked jeans for half the night if I can't hold it anymore!" Kelly protested angrily. "I don't recall giving you permission to freeze my key in a bowl of ice either!". "Actually you did imply that" William countered. "You said, I quote 'you have my permission to be as hard on me and my iron bladder as possible, no matter what I tell you later'. Well now it's later Kelly". "But you could have accomplished the same thing by keeping the key in your damn pocket!" Kelly protested. "No I couldn't have!" Will argued. "If I didn't pull this stunt it would always be in the back of your mind that I could change my mind and let you pee at any moment, so you wouldn't try as hard. You'd expect me to let you use the toilet if you began to piss yourself. Whereas this way you know there's no point in not trying your hardest now". Kelly was silent, but continued to glare at him as she fidgeted around on the couch. "I know you're mad Kelly, but that stubborn prideful part of you knows I'm right". Kelly slapped herself in the face, she had known full well Will would do something like this when she gave him the key. But she did it anyway, because she knew her own holding sessions weren't good enough to help her one day defeat her arch-rival. Everything Will had just said was right, she had to grudgingly admit. Kelly knew full well she often gave up and peed whenever continuing to hold it got too uncomfortable for her like it was now. The stakes to her pride in her contest against Zora on the beach had been the only reason why she had held it until she pissed herself back then. If Zora had lost their contest, Kelly knew she would have squatted down and peed immediately on the beach , no matter who was watching her. Kelly took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. "Alright... alright Will... how long will it take for the ice to melt so we can get at the key?" she asked. "We'll be able to get at it by 6 AM tomorrow Kelly, I've experimented with how long it'll take this large bowl of ice to melt at room temperature before" Will answered. 6 AM tomorrow was exactly at the 48 hour mark since Kelly last had a pee. "Alright... then let's have a quiet evening together" Kelly said, as she accepted that she was going have to somehow hold it a while longer. Kelly thought that was the end of Will's surprises, until she caught an evil glint in Will's eye. "What else did you do Will?" she asked impatiently, knowing he was hiding something else from her. "Well, I lied earlier at the museum, we need to be going somewhere else soon" he said. "You see, I found out yesterday that Zora and Matt were in town on vacation this week to, so I invited them to go out to dinner with us while I was texting them earlier today". Kelly's first reaction was annoyance, but it quickly gave way to fear as she doubled over gripping her pussy in desperation. Now Kelly knew why Will wanted her to drink all those soda cans before they headed back. He had wanted her as desperate as possible when she sat across her arch-rival at the restaurant, to really put her composure to the test. "You bastard Will!" Kelly said grudgingly. "You made me drink all those cans of soda before we came back! You're trying your damnest to make sure I don't make it through dinner dry". Will shrugged his shoulders, with a look that said 'nothing you can do about it now'. A long moment of silence stretched between them as Kelly managed to straighten up and exert a bit more control over herself. "What if I refuse to go out to dinner" she asked Will in a rebellious tone. She didn't intend to run away from his challenge, but she didn't want to just meekly accept it either. "Well then, we'll have to inform your arch-rival exactly why you backed out of having dinner with her and her boyfriend" Will answered smoothly. "I know from Matt's texts that Zora hasn't peed all day either. I doubt Zora's been holding it as long as you have right now, but who knows? I didn't ask". "Well, it looks like we're going out to dinner then" Kelly answered calmly, pretending to cave to Will's threat to damage her pride. A few minutes later Kelly tried to walk normally to the car, without jamming a fist into her crotch. Kelly just hoped that her pride wouldn't be her downfall yet again while they were at dinner. Ten minutes ago she had been confident she could hold on for a few more hours, but who knew if Will had arranged other after dinner plans that might keep them out all night? === That's all for now. I'm still working on Part #2, but it'll take me some time to finish it.
Ok, good news and bad news time. The bad news is I originally intended for part #2 to be the finale for Kelly's Regret. I tried to fit everything into part #2 and wrap it up. But as of now, nearly 10,000 words in, I still haven't even written the ending yet. It's gotten way too long to post as just a single part, I simply have to split it up. The good news is, after much writing and editing, and modifications to deal with splitting up a story I didn't intend to split up originally, I'm ready to post Part #2. This part is roughly 6,000 words long. === Kelly's Regret, Part #2 Kelly and William arrived at the restaurant first, but Zora and Matt weren't far behind. The first thing Kelly had noticed about Zora as she entered the restaurant was the outfit. Zora was wearing a rather sexy black dress that didn't go much farther down than a pair of short shorts would have. Even Kelly had to admit the dress made Zora look sexier than usual, what guy wouldn't want her in that thing? The second thing Kelly noticed was how Zora's eyes were briefly drawn to the direction of the ladies room as she fidgeted nervously, until she and Matt spotted the table where Kelly and William were already sitting. Kelly wasn't sure how long it had been since Zora had last peed, but by Zora's body language she would have guessed at least 24 hours, but almost certainly longer. Kelly had little doubt that like her Zora had been rapidly filling her bladder throughout the day by drinking a lot of beverages. Kelly tried to look calm and unconcerned about her bladder in front of her arch-rival as Zora approached the table. But of course Kelly's bladder was anything but calm by now, with over 37 and a half hours worth of boiling pent up piss trying to escape. One glance by Zora underneath the table would have told her just how desperate Kelly really was. Kelly was glad she could squirm around freely behind the table with only William seeing a thing. "It's good to see you both again, I didn't know you were both also on vacation here" Kelly said by way of greetings as Zora sat down across from her. "I guess we all just thought this was a great place to spend our week off from college" Zora replied calmly, keeping her eyes focused on Kelly. The look Zora gave Kelly told her that she knew full well that Kelly was desperate to pee. Zora seemed tempted to tease Kelly about it despite her own need, or gloat over her last victory, but she decided to keep her mouth shut, and just smiled. When drinks were ordered it was Zora who ordered first. She ordered an extra large glass of soda, while shooting Kelly a look daring her to do the same. Kelly knew that despite her desperate urge to pee, and the large block of ice she was waiting to finish melting, she couldn't let Zora's unspoken challenge go unmet. Ordering last, Kelly ordered the same extra large glass of soda, all while knowing full well she'd probably be kicking herself in the butt later for it. Kelly silently cursed Will for arranging this dinner, knowing she would be driven by rivalry to make poor decisions like this. But Kelly had been shamed enough in front of Zora, she wouldn't grant her arch-rival even a small victory by turning down her unspoken challenge. The men, not having a full bladder to deal with like their girlfriends, ended up doing the bulk of the dinner conversation. Zora and Kelly each contributed to the conversation, but only just enough to avoid looking like they were being too silent because they were distracted by their desperate urge to pee. While Zora wasn't talking she kept a close eye on Kelly for signs of weakness, and Kelly kept a close eye back on her. Whenever Kelly moved to take a sip of her soda Zora quickly moved to mimic her, until both their glasses were drained and they were both requesting a refill. Though the women never said a word to each other about their unspoken challenge, the message in Zora's eyes was clear as the waiter refilled their large glasses. "Don't do something you'll soon regret Kelly" Zora's eyes warned with amusement, clearly unconcerned about her own bladder. Kelly stubbornly took a sip of her refilled glass anyway, the message she was sending to Zora was clear. "Maybe you should look out for your own needs. I saw the way you eyed the ladies room when you came in". Zora rolled her eyes at Kelly, dismissing her unsaid retort. "We'll see who is desperately gripping her pussy for dear life after dinner when we stand up and walk somewhere" her glaring eyes said to Kelly. Kelly and Zora both ended up having 2 refills of their large glass of soda by the time dinner was over an hour later. Since it was now after 8:30 PM Kelly hoped her and William could head back to the vacation home. But of course since this was William she was talking about, there was no such luck with that. "How about we walk around the park for a bit before saying goodnight" he suggested to the group. Kelly silently cursed him as Matt and Zora agreed to his suggestion. Kelly almost moaned in agony as she took Will's hand and stood up. Just standing up seemed to set off her overextended bladder something fierce. She could almost feel the gallons of piss sloshing around violently inside her bladder, trying desperately to squeeze past her bladder's sphincter. Kelly pretended to adjust her jeans so that she could grab her crotch for half a second as an unbearable urge to pee swept through her. Her hands swept over the lock on her jeans as she did this, which reminded her of the stakes to keep holding on. Kelly forced her pee hole to clamp down harder to contain her flood of pent up piss until the wave of desperation passed. When Kelly had the nerve to glance back at Zora she saw her arch-rival's eyes fixed on the small lock on the front of Kelly's jeans. Zora smiled back at her, with newfound understanding and respect in her eyes. If only her arch-rival knew where the key to the lock was Kelly thought. She imagined if Zora knew that she would probably tease Kelly by telling her that she would pee herself later tonight from the lock. She imagined Zora would also throw in a snarky comment that it's good that the lock would force Kelly to behave like a 'real lady' and prevent her from 'cheating' by dropping her jeans to pee wherever she pleased. The first thing Kelly noticed as they stepped outside was that it had gotten a tad chilly now that the sun had gone down. Kelly breathed a sigh of relief that she at least had the foresight to wear long sleeves today despite the warmer weather. The chilly air wouldn't be great on her bladder, but it could be a lot worse. Zora, in her short black dress wasn't so fortunate however, Kelly watched her shiver a bit as she stepped outside. "Wow, it sure got chilly quick, the temperature was fine when we went in the restaurant" Zora commented as she rubbed her hands for warmth. One glance at her told Kelly that her arch-rival was definitely worried about how the chilly air would hit her bladder. Maybe it was already making its presence known in her bladder. "If you want to get somewhere warm we could just call it a night and skip the walk" Kelly suggested. Part of Kelly hoped Zora agreed with her suggestion, she didn't want to be out in the chilly night air anymore then Zora did, not when she hadn't peed in 38 and a half hours. But the stubborn part of Kelly gave Zora a look daring her to admit weakness by agreeing to skip the walk in the slightly chilly evening air. Already Zora was rubbing her legs together, pretending it was to keep warm, but Kelly knew it was to hide her desperate fidgeting by pretending she was just shivering from the chill. Kelly was dying to fidget her legs together in the same way, but she kept her legs still, not wanting to give Zora any added hope that she wasn't suffering alone. "It's only a little chilly, I'll survive" Zora answered. The look Zora gave Kelly said the rest of her unspoken message. "I'm the reigning bladder queen, do you really think you can get me to back down from a challenge to my bladder that easily?". Though the walk in the park started with Will by Kelly's side, and Matt by Zora's side, the two women soon fell behind the men as the men continued their dinner conversation. This allowed Zora and Kelly to eye each other more closely, and have a whispered conversation without the men overhearing. "I'm impressed" Zora whispered, "I never thought you'd have the guts to try a padlock to stop yourself from peeing wherever you want. But of course you wouldn't need the padlock if you weren't willing to drop your jeans and pee anywhere as if you were a guy. I guess girls with weak bladders need all the practice holding it that they can get if they ever want to defeat the reigning bladder queen". "Maybe you should try the same thing" Kelly retorted. "As I recall you were practically pissing yourself in the shower a few months ago, all because you couldn't wait in line for your turn at the toilet like a lady". Kelly knew she had ticked Zora off when she saw her blush with embarrassment and get an angry look on her face, but Kelly didn't care. If Zora was going to mock her bladder then she could get hers mocked right back. "Women who are desperate to pee and can't drop their jeans to go to in the bushes like they normally do should be careful what they say" Zora whispered back angrily. "I would love to be the one holding the key to your padlock Kelly, I would love to be able to make you and your pathetic bladder suffer until you piss yourself again. I can't believe you were no doubt foolish enough to give Will the key. I wish I could be there when you piss yourself later tonight when he refuses to give you the key". "Says the woman who's too much of a coward to ever try the padlock for herself" Kelly retorted stubbornly. "I know you think that you don't have to because you refuse to ever pee outdoors, and you often avoid many public ladies rooms for fear of them being too dirty, but it's not the same Zora. Ever since our trip to the beach and your little accident in the ladies room you've repeatedly turned down your friend's suggestions to spend another weekend at the beach drinking lots of beer, haven't you?". The surprise and anger on Zora's face told Kelly that her intuition was correct on the last point, so she kept on going. "Face it Zora, you got one lucky victory, but deep down you're a coward who knows she can't repeat it. You know I'd win if we had a rematch". Anger was clear on Zora's face, she seemed tempted to whisper a retort, yet she kept her mouth shut, as if unsure what to say. Silence stretched between the ladies again as Matt and William continued to talk. With nothing else to distract her, Kelly felt the slight chill of the air hitting her bladder, making her need to pee worse than before, she anxiously rubbed her legs together while walking. Kelly was tempted to stick her hands in her jean's pocket to grip her crotch through the fabric, but she didn't, she couldn't with Zora walking right next to her. Kelly didn't want Zora to tease her over it, Kelly's stubborn pride still wanted her to look strong and unconcerned about her bladder in front of her arch-rival. Zora seemed to be effected by the slight chill even worse than Kelly due to her skimpier attire. Zora bit her lips anxiously and kept rubbing her legs together while walking. Zora didn't have pockets on her dress to jam her hands in to keep warm, or to try to subtly gripping her crotch through. The two women began to walk faster, both eager for this nightmarish walk to end, and soon took the lead over the men. Kelly couldn't help but notice how Zora's eyes seemed to be anxiously glancing around for something from time to time. After another 10 minutes of walking Kelly and William were walking side by side again, as were Zora and Matt. Both couples were whispering quietly to each other as they reached the end of the walkway. Kelly whispered to Will to look closely at Zora, "she's a lot more desperate then she's letting on Will. She's been looking around anxiously the last few minutes, as if she really wants to find some place to pee", Will nodded, whispering that he agreed. Kelly was still quite desperate to pee herself, but any distraction, even the suspicion of someone else having to pee worse than her was a welcome distraction from her own urgent need. Whatever Zora and Matt were whispering to each other Kelly couldn't overhear it, but Zora's body language had definitely gotten more frantic the last 10 minutes. All Kelly knew was that Zora and Matt began to look at each other sheepishly for a moment as their whispered conversation stopped. They exchanged a smile before turning around to face Kelly and William. "This'll be it for us guys" Matt said. "We parked our car a few blocks away. I guess we'll see you around back on campus". "Alright then, I had a good time" William replied. "Same here, see you around" Kelly agreed, glad for any excuse to head back to the vacation home, even if she still had to wait a while for the ice to melt. "Well if we all had a good time, maybe we should hangout more some other time then" Zora suggested as her legs fidgeted around impatiently. "I hear some college students like to go camping in the mountains near campus. Maybe we should do that together sometime when it's warmer in the evenings". The camping suggestion surprised Kelly, especially since it was Zora of all people who had suggested it. One look into Zora's eyes confirmed the real reason for the suggestion to Kelly, an opportunity for a hold it contest rematch. Kelly smiled inwardly, she must have stung Zora and her pride with her insults more then she had realized. "I'm not much of a camper but it sounds like it could be pretty fun" Kelly replied. Her eyes carried the rest of her unspoken message. "You're on Zora, your iron bladder won't be so lucky this time around". Matt and Will eagerly nodded in agreement, both also aware of what Zora was really suggesting, but not how Kelly had goaded her into it. "Good" Zora replied anxiously, clearly eager for this conversation to be over so she could be elsewhere. "See you both around", and then she and Matt began to walk one way, while Kelly followed William the other way. Kelly looked back a moment later, and smiled as she saw Zora clearly gripping her crotch in desperation as she practically ran with Matt across the park grass. Kelly smiled, knowing the park's public restrooms were in the direction her arch-rival was running towards. Kelly knew from her sightseeing with Will yesterday that the park's public restrooms were already closed at this hour, too bad Zora didn't know that Kelly thought with a wicked grin. "After what she said about my padlock, it would serve her right if she peed herself right outside the locked ladies room door" Kelly thought to herself with a smile. Perhaps it was extremely unlikely to happen to a girl with as strong a bladder as Zora's, but Kelly could still dream. Kelly's own need, while still bad, wasn't quite as urgent as it had been a few moments ago. Kelly made herself wait until she was certain Zora would see nothing if she glanced in her direction before she allowed herself to openly fidget and grab her crotch as she walked. "I never knew that black haired bitch was so insecure about her iron bladder" Kelly announced smugly to William. When Will raised an eye in confusion, Kelly explained how she had goaded Zora into suggesting the camping trip by wounding her pride. "That was cleverly fiendish of you Kelly" Will laughed. "And won't she be surprised when she finds you a much tougher opponent then last time" Will added with encouragement, earning a smile from Kelly. "I wish our walk could have lasted a while longer though" Will admitted with disappointment. "I think Zora was in serious danger of springing a leak because of the chilly air's effect on her bladder". Kelly nodded her agreement. "I bet Zora's been holding it for at least as long as you Kelly, if not longer. She really wanted us to go our separate ways in a hurry. I wouldn't be surprised if she was urging Matt to find her a clean bathroom quick". "Did Matt give you any clues how long she's been waiting?" Kelly asked curiously, all while remaining acutely aware of how urgently she still needed to go. "I got the feeling from Matt that Zora's been holding it for longer then she would have liked, even by her iron bladder standards" Matt answered. "Apparently the bathroom's in the motel that they're staying at are so bad that Zora refuses to use them. I think she's been trying to find a public ladies room that's clean enough for her standards to use". "Well, if the black haired bitch doesn't hurry then it looks she'll be holding it all night to after the stores close. I'd love to see that stubborn bitch piss herself, but I guess I'll have to wait until our camping trip" Kelly replied smugly. Her own bladder though throbbed in sympathy for her arch-rival's desperate plight. It took a few minutes of walking before Kelly realized that Will wasn't leading her back to the car. By now, with the adrenaline of having to control herself around Zora having worn off, her bladder had begun to desperately throb incessantly again, so she was eager to get back to the vacation home. "Where are we going Will?" she asked, hoping that Will had simply made a wrong turn by mistake, but knowing full well he hadn't. "This isn't the way we came". "What's the matter Kelly?" Will asked mischievously. "You know there's no point in heading back so soon, it'll take all night for the ice containing your key to melt. So there's really no reason for us to not visit a bar and have a drink". Kelly sighed loudly in frustration, of course Will wouldn't want their night out to end so soon, he was enjoying it too much. "Will! I've been holding it for nearly 39 hours already! Can't we just call it a night? I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold it!" Kelly begged, as she fought to keep all her boiling pent up piss contained. "Kelly, don't you remember what you asked me yesterday morning?" Will asked calmly. "You specifically said 'If I tell you I can't wait any longer, I want you to call me a liar and make me wait even longer until you finally give me the key'. Well, here's the part where you asked me to call you a liar, I think you can hold it quite a while longer". "I'm not asking you to let me pee! I'm just asking you to take me back to the vacation home instead of a bar!" Kelly moaned. In the back of her mind Kelly knew there was a good chance that she was just wasting her breathe, or worse yet only encouraging Will to do exactly what she asked him not to do. But in her desperate state, struggling to keep her bladder corked up, Kelly thought it was worth the risk as she pressed on. "I don't want to risk peeing myself in public Will! If you want to drink some beer, I can drink it at the vacation home just as well as I can at a bar!". William paused, as if considering Kelly's offer, all while watching her squirming around desperately, clearly bursting for a pee. He smiled as he made a decision, and announced "I'll tell you what Kelly, just 4 beers, and then we can go back to the vacation home, and stay there for the rest of the night". "You evil bastard!" Kelly swore as all the gallons of piss brewing in her bladder tried with renew urgency to escape her corked up pee hole. Will's threats were almost too much for her to resist the urge to urinate any longer, as Kelly bent over gripping her pussy with both hands. "As I'm sure you recall Will, I drank 6 cans of soda within 20 minutes earlier tonight for that same promise already! Yet we both know what happened when we got back to the vacation home!". "Ok, that's a fair point, that was a jerk move on my part" William conceded. "How about only 3 beers then?". Kelly groaned loudly in frustration, knowing she was just wasting her breath and letting William toy with her for his own amusement. "Damn it Will! Fine! Let's go to this damn bar and get it over with already!" she grumbled. "But Kelly, we both know how much you love hanging out at bars" Will protested playfully. "I wouldn't want to cut my girl's fun short". Kelly sighed inwardly, she should have seen this coming the second Will suggested the bar. Kelly normally loved to go to bars, especially back when she was single. She wasn't above using her good looks and charm to get a free drink from single guys at a bar when she came alone. Nor was she above using her small body size to win some spare cash by betting random strangers that she could drink them under the table, or drink her beer faster than them. Few ever suspected from a glance that the short long haired blonde girl could handle more beer than the much larger college jocks. Kelly's frequent visit to the nearest bar to the college campus had been where she had met Will in the first place and hooked up with him. Even when Kelly went to a bar with Will she often liked to show off by making bets involving drinking beer with other strangers. Will enjoyed watching her do this and acting as a referee, especially when he knew Kelly hadn't peed all day, and would only get more desperate after drinking all that beer. So Kelly had little doubt what Will's idea of her having fun at a bar would involve. Her bladder protested at the thought of racing to down a bunch of beer when she was already dying to pee so bad, with a much needed trip to the toilet nowhere in sight anytime soon. Kelly could have protested once more against the cruel task Will had in mind for her desperately throbbing bladder, but she knew it wouldn't change his mind. So she decided to salvage her pride instead, looking stiffly into Will's eyes with as much feigned confidence as she could muster. "Fine... I can handle a few beers" she muttered as she desperately gripped her pussy for dear life, hoping that her desperate bladder could back up her words. When Will had said he'd take her back to the vacation home after she had 3 or 4 beers Kelly had assumed he met 12 ounce glasses of beer. But Will soon made clear that he was thinking of pint sized glasses, which contained an extra 4 ounces. Kelly's eyes widened in fear when Will returned to their booth with the drinks, and placed several pint sized glasses of beer in front of her. When she looked at Will, the unspoken message behind the grin on his face was clear, saying he hadn't promised anything about the size of the beer glasses Kelly needed to drink. Her reaction wasn't lost on the opponent Will had found for their drinking game. "What's the matter, scared of a little beer?" her opponent asked her. When Will had told her that he would find Kelly a suitable opponent willing to wager $20 or so on beating her in a beer drinking contest, Kelly had expected him to return with a muscular guy with a big ego. Instead Will had returned with a tough looking brunette biker chick, her name was Katrina, she looked to be about 10 years older than Kelly. She was seated directly across the table from Kelly. "Of course I'm not scared of a 'little' beer, whatever gave you that silly idea?" Kelly asked Katrina anxiously. "Maybe the fact that you keep anxiously glancing towards the ladies room and fidgeting around behind the table" Katrina replied in a no nonsense tone. "Looks to me like you've really gotta pee and don't want to drink all that beer". Kelly couldn't help but blush at being found out so soon. She had hoped the booth would help her hide her desperate need to pee from Katrina and the others in the bar. "Yes... I really need to pee badly" Kelly admitted, still blushing as she squirmed around in her seat. "I... don't like using public toilets, and he likes making me desperate to pee... so I oblige for him". Kelly thought it better to avoid mentioning just how long she been holding it, she hoped Katrina wouldn't prod farther. When Will didn't say a word to add onto or contradict Kelly's half truth, Katrina looked back and forth between both of them and smirked. "Well... that would make the two of us quite similar then Kelly" she replied with a grin. "Until I checked into my motel room a half an hour ago I hadn't used the toilet in over 24 hours, so I peed quite the gusher. I've been riding across the country on my bike all day today. I could have used a gas station bathroom, but I avoid them at all costs, they're always disgusting". One look at Will told Kelly that he was just as surprised by Katrina's admission as she was. Kelly found herself wishing that Katrina hadn't been able to check into a motel and take a much needed pee in her room before coming to the bar. It would have at least left Katrina just as distracted by her own full bladder during their contest as Kelly was by her own desperate need to pee after holding it for nearly 39 hours. Kelly grit her teeth, knowing this would be a tough match up for her. Kelly had little doubt from Katrina's outward confidence that this wasn't her first drinking contest. Kelly surprised herself during the drinking contest by managing to narrowly finish her first pint of beer before Katrina despite how badly her urge to pee distracted her. But Kelly wasn't so lucky in the rest of the contest, as Katrina retook a narrow lead during the second beer, and only expanded that lead during the third beer. Katrina left the bar shortly after collecting her $20 winnings from Kelly. As soon as Katrina was out of sight, Kelly leaned in towards Will and whispered anxiously. "Can we get going now to? I really want to get back to the vacation home, even if it'll be a while until I can pee". Will shook his head. "Not yet Kelly. You really should have been able to beat Katrina, you were ahead of her after the first beer". "I know Will, it was a close match I should have won" Kelly sighed. "I'm sorry I lost, it's hard to focus on downing my beer faster than someone else when I have to pee so damn bad" she complained. Will shook his head again, like a stern coach. "Excuses don't change a loss Kelly. Do you want to defeat your arch-rival Zora and her iron bladder, or just make excuses when she beats you again?". "Of course I want to win against her Will!" Kelly replied immediately. "Well then Kelly, you're going to have to try harder than you did against Katrina" Will told her, still using his stern coach voice. Will slid his untouched pint of beer over to Kelly. "I think you need to have a penalty drink for losing that contest Kelly. Maybe the punishment will help you learn to focus better in future drinking contests, and be added practice for your next holding contest against Zora". Kelly's bladder spasmed fiercely in protest at the thought of drinking yet another pint of beer. She let out a groan and shoved both hands into her pussy until the wave of desperation passed. Kelly had suspected Will might arrange some kind of a punishment for her when she lost the drinking contest to Katrina, and Will, being the jerk he was at times had done precisely that. Kelly knew Will expected her to beg him to reconsider this punishment, beg him to show her mercy. But Kelly decided to go the other route, in hopes of manipulating him to take her back to the vacation home sooner. Looking straight into his eyes, mustering up all the strength she could, Kelly tried to look calm, or at least less tense. "No mercy for your desperate girl then, even when she hasn't peed over 39 hours" she asked in a flat uncaring tone, even as her fists were still rammed into her pussy. "As I recall, you gave me the key specifically because you knew I wouldn't show you any mercy, and that's what you wanted" Will countered. Kelly glanced down at the large pint of beer, and back at Will. "Fine. But no more alcoholic beverages after this" she stated, Will nodded his head in agreement. Kelly hoped that this would be the last thing she'd have to drink until Will took her back to the vacation home. With her stomach so full of beer from the previous pints, it was 9:30 PM by the time Kelly managed to finish the 4th pint to satisfy Will. Though she wished she didn't have to pee so darn badly, Kelly had to admit that the alcohol in the beer, and the mild buzzed feeling it had given her almost made it worth the extra nagging from her bladder. Getting up from her seat turned out to be just as much of a nightmare as Kelly had imagined. She couldn't help but grip her pussy desperately with both hands, and then quickly hobble out of the bar in embarrassment with Will right behind her. "I can't believe I did that in front of all those people. Everyone in that bar will be talking about the pathetic little girl who couldn't hold her pee" Kelly hissed to Will as she tried to stand up straight while hobbling desperately back to the car. "But you are still holding your pee in" Will countered with encouragement. "You've been holding your pee in for 39 and a half hours, you should be proud Kelly. No matter how much you cross your legs or grip your crotch to do it doesn't change the fact that you're my stubborn girl who has refused to let herself pee in close to two days". Kelly moaned at the reminder of how long she'd been without relief, as the piss sloshed around inside her exhausted bladder. "I don't know how I'll ever hold it all night long Will, no matter how stubborn and determined I am. I may be stubborn as hell, but even my body has its limits. A girl can only hold it for so long before she reaches even her considerable limits". "Even so, you will be able to keep holding it all night long Kelly, I have faith in you" Will replied. Kelly said nothing, but Will noticed the beginning of a smile on her lips at Will's confidence in her. Kelly would have liked to have hurried back to the car, but in her extremely desperate state, with the cold night air wreaking havoc on her bladder again, Kelly could only manage to take small steps. Once inside the car, Kelly, more frantic than ever, demanded Will drive slowly. "If you bounce the car around too much I might just lose it all over your car seat!" Kelly warned. So Will drove quite slowly for Kelly, trying to use his headlights to help him avoid any bumps on the road. So it wasn't until 10 PM that she and William finally arrived back at the vacation home, a whole 40 hours since Kelly had last peed. Kelly couldn't help but hobble towards the bowl of ice to check on how close she was to getting at her key. She groaned in frustration upon seeing how little the ice had melted. "There's still so much ice left Will! How am I ever going to make it to the toilet without pissing myself first!" she moaned loudly. Kelly's throbbing bladder, so full with gallons of boiling pent up piss, tried with renewed urgency to expel her heavy load of piss. Kelly groaned, she knew losing even a few drops would quickly turn into losing a flood, she couldn't let that happen. Kelly gripped her crotch with both hands, and double crossed her legs, squirming around madly in desperation. Her squirming paid off, she managed to prevent her throbbing pussy's exhausted pee hole from leaking a drop, as her bladder's desperate urges began to calm down a bit. "Trust me, it's still going to take a while for the rest of the ice to melt Kelly" Will replied sympathetically. "Like I said, I've experimented with this before. It'll finish melting sometime in the morning". Kelly groaned in disappointment, but nodded in acknowledgement. She hobbled to the nearest chair, sat down, and continued to squirm around desperately in her seat. "I... can't believe... I've gone so long... without a pee... I need to pee so fucking bad Will" Kelly groaned. "I know you do Kelly, but if anyone can hold it when she has to pee that bad it would be you, my little iron bladder queen" Will replied encouragingly. Will's eyes were glued to Kelly's desperate agony, the bulge in his pants showing just how much he was enjoying it. But he managed to avert his eyes just long to quickly glance at his watch, and smile. "By the way, I should congratulate you on a small victory Kelly. As far as we know you've now tied the record for your arch-rival's longest time ever without a piss, 40 whole hours. And you've probably drank just as much as she did during that hold". Will left how Zora hadn't been able to hold it any longer then that unmentioned. Kelly shook her head in disagreement. "Not... good enough... I've gotta be... better then that bitch was a few months ago... otherwise... she'll win again...". Will smiled, eager to keep feeding Kelly's stubborn pride. "Right you are Kelly, we saw for ourselves that Zora is still pushing herself to hold it as long as she can, so you should too. Aren't you glad now that you gave me the key to your padlock so that I could push you this far?". Kelly grudgingly nodded her head without a word, knowing that she still had a very difficult night ahead of her. Kelly didn't even want to know how much streaming hot 40 hour old piss she was struggling to hold onto. Her skin was stretched taut over her increasingly distended bladder. Her once loose jeans were becoming quite tight because of how much her bladder had expanded. The lack of room for her increasingly rock hard bladder bulge to expand was beginning to turn her jeans into more of a torture device from the pressure they were applying right to her bladder. Kelly had no idea how she would ever hold it till morning, let alone get any sleep without losing her load. All Kelly knew was that she couldn't let herself just give up so easily after coming this far already. Kelly would try to find some way to keep all her boiling pent up piss corked up inside her overnight, because she told herself, that's what a true bladder queen did when peeing wasn't an option. === That's it for now. I've got a sizeable amount for the finale already done, but it'll take time to finish writing that to.
Sorry for the long delay to posting this. Real life, as well as catching the flu, has kept me busy. Also the perfectionist in me makes it hard to make progress on my stories at times. That said, Part #3, the finale, is a bit over 7,800 words long. === Kelly's Regret, Part #3 Kelly's evening was just as much of a difficult nightmare as she imagined it would be with over 40 hours worth of boiling piss brewing her bladder. Unable to stay still, she rolled around on her side of the bed constantly, squirming like mad in desperation. Though she couldn't see him well in the dark bedroom, Kelly had little doubt that Will was watching her as best he could in the dim lighting, enjoying every moment of it. Neither her or Will would be getting much sleep that night Kelly knew. Eventually, after what felt like hours to her, sleep did come to Kelly. But along with it came the same reoccurring nightmare that had haunted Kelly from time to time since her loss against her arch-rival a few months ago. Kelly was sitting in the front passenger seat of a car in the dream, her arch-rival Zora was sitting in the driver's seat. They were speeding down the highway in a race around the world. A large cooler of drinks sat in between their seats, filled with many empty and crushed cans and bottles that the two ladies had already drank. Kelly, thanks to all those drinks she had consumed, desperately needed to pee a gusher at the next pit stop. Kelly hadn't peed since their last pit stop at a gas station over 48 hours ago. Zora had the chance to pee at the last pit stop as well, but she had chosen not to, so she had been holding it for several days longer than Kelly was. "Do you think we can find somewhere to stop for a bit? I really need to pee bad" Kelly finally confessed to her arch-rival. Dream Zora however sneered at her. "What kind of a wimp needs to take a pit stop after just a 'little bit' of soda and water, and so soon since her last pit stop 2 days ago?" she asked with scorn. "Hold it. I'm not stopping till this tank of gas is nearly empty. I don't give a damn if your tank is full Kelly. Mine is plenty full to, I've been holding it for over 5 days, but you don't see me complaining about needing a pit stop. I could have peed at the last pit stop like you, but instead I choose to hold it so that we could get back on the road quicker. We're in a race Kelly, so just shut up and keep holding it like I am". Kelly leaned over to a look at the gas gauge. Even though Zora had been driving for over 48 hours straight, the gas gauge was still just over half full. Kelly knew she couldn't possibly wait till the gas tank was nearly empty, but looking at Zora, Kelly didn't think she could wait either. Zora had been fidgeting around desperately in her seat for a while now, unable to cross her legs or let go of the wheel to grip her crotch while she was driving. Despite her stubbornness, Zora clearly needed a pit stop for herself quite badly. "Come on Zora, I know you've really gotta pee bad to. It's ok to need to take an unscheduled pit stop for yourself when you haven't peed in over 5 days, especially after you didn't pee at the previous pit stop" dream Kelly begged. "Of course I really need to pee bad. I needed to pee pretty bad already when I passed up the last pit stop 2 days ago. But you know what? At the next pit stop, even though I really have to pee quite badly, I'll skip the ladies room again, and continue to hold it in for several more days. When we get to the next pit stop after that and I need to pee even worse than before, I'll keep holding it and pass up the chance to use those toilets to. Pit stops are a waste of time when you're in a race. That's why I intend to pass up every chance I get to use a toilet, and hold it for the entire race" dream Zora sneered confidently. "It'll be a really tough battle even for me to hold it in for that long, but my bladder is up to it. Too bad yours isn't, we'd make much better time than". Kelly's bladder began to pulsate madly in desperation. She didn't know how Zora was managing to keep holding it after 5 days without relief, but Kelly knew she couldn't hold it back much longer in this dream. "Please Zora, just pull over somewhere! I'm about to piss in the car seat!" Kelly begged just as she lost her first spurt. Dream Zora remained stubborn and unmoved even then despite seeing the large wet spot on Kelly's shorts. "Shut up and Hold it!" she ordered as Kelly's spurt began to turn into a gusher despite her best efforts to hold it. "How pathetic Kelly" dream Zora sneered at dream Kelly's now soaking wet shorts. "I'll enjoy humiliating you and your pathetic bladder again on that camping trip". Kelly woke up from her nightmare more frantic to piss than ever, but somehow still completely dry. Dream Zora's final words repeated themselves constantly in her mind. It may have just been a dream version of Zora that had gloated and called her pathetic, but it stung Kelly just as much as the real Zora saying those things would have. "I'll show that arrogant bitch who has the pathetic bladder when we go on that camping trip" Kelly whispered to herself with silent fury. Maybe then these nightmares that plagued her would finally end she hoped. But despite her anger, Kelly's attention was quickly drawn to the urgent signals coming from her bladder. All those gallons of piss sloshing around inside her were almost too much for Kelly's increasingly exhausted bladder to keep contained any longer. If it wasn't for her lingering anger, Kelly would have been seriously tempted to let go and piss herself in the bed just to get relief. At least then she wouldn't have to deal with the overwhelming and uncomfortable need to piss anymore. It wasn't like she'd be able to hold on for much longer anyway Kelly thought, her bladder's sphincter was getting quite exhausted from all the constant clenching required to keep her flood inside. It would have been so easy to make Will think she had accidently pissed herself in her sleep. But Kelly, still seething in fury from her nightmare, refused to prove the dream version of Zora right by giving up now and letting go of her flood of boiling piss. She wouldn't give herself, or Will, or the real Zora any reason to call her and her iron bladder pathetic. She wouldn't take the easy way out, not this time. Kelly dared a glance at the clock to see how long it was until morning, and was surprised to see that it was 6 AM already! Two whole days of pent up boiling piss were straining against her bladder's sphincter now, no wonder why her sphincter was so exhausted! Perhaps even Zora had never held it this long before Kelly thought with pride as she gently rubbed her rock hard bladder bulge with one hand, enjoying the fullness of it. Even the slightest touch made Kelly's exhausted bladder shudder a bit, without a doubt Kelly had definitely never been this full before. But the gentle touch of her fingers was nothing compared to Kelly's now quite tight jeans. Kelly's enormous bladder had only bulged out even more overnight, but her locked jeans that had already been getting uncomfortably tight by last night hadn't grown at all. That met Kelly's jeans were now pressing down torturously hard on her rock hard bladder bulge, refusing to give it the needed room to expand any farther. Kelly somehow managed to deal with that constant throb of pain that only made her more desperate to pee. Kelly couldn't help but wonder just how much taking the jeans off would ease her overwhelming need to piss. Maybe she'd be able to hold on another hour or two when she could finally take that torturous garment off she thought blissfully. As she laid in bed squirming around, part of Kelly began to get really horny at the thought of what a powerful orgasm she'd have if she masturbated right now. Sex and masturbation were always better on a full bladder Kelly had learned a while ago. Kelly smiled as she realized that her arousal was probably being caused at least in part by her rock hard bursting bladder rubbing right up against her G-spot. "I guess Mother nature gives girls who can resist their bladder's urges for a few days the best rewards" Kelly thought happily. The ache of her exhausted little pee hole continuing to contain her flood almost became pleasurable for Kelly in her horny mood. But Kelly had little doubt that she'd completely lose whatever little control she still had over her bladder if she brought herself to an orgasm now. But in her horny state, with part of her not wanting to hold it in any longer, that sounded worth the cost. Kelly's bladder began to pulsate more desperately then before in anticipation of a gigantic morning piss, but of course Kelly couldn't do that without the key. The added desperate pulsating from her unrelieved bladder only rubbed against Kelly's G-spot more strongly, leaving Kelly more aroused at her own plight, and wishing she could masturbate right now. But Kelly knew she couldn't masturbate, or better yet get Will to fuck her, without the key either. The horny part of Kelly that wanted to pleasure herself now began to win out over the stubborn bladder queen of Kelly that wanted to keep waiting. The horny part of Kelly decided she needed her key now. If Will missed out on the fun because he was asleep then it was his loss she told herself. So ignoring William, who was still sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed, Kelly desperately hobbled out of bed and ran towards the bowl of ice that contained the key she so desperately needed. Kelly smiled happily when she saw all the water that now filled the bowl instead of ice. "I knew you would be waiting for me when I woke up today" Kelly said to the key she had been separated from for 2 whole days. Kelly figured the bowl and water would have warmed up to room temperature by now, but one touch showed she was wrong, both were still ice cold to the touch. Kelly shuddered as the ice cold touch almost made her lose a few drops in her panties, she rammed a fist into her crotch to help her hold it. With one hand still firmly gripping her crotch, Kelly used a pot holder to pick up the bowl so that it's cold temperature couldn't send more shock waves to her trembling bladder. She carried the bowl to the sink and dumped the water out. Kelly couldn't help but groan in disappointment when she looked at what was left in the bowl with the water removed. The key was still fully encased in the ice that remained at the bottom of the bowl. "Damn it! I need that frigging key!" Kelly swore angrily. The pressure her bladder was under trying to keep 48 hours worth of boiling piss contained was already agonizing enough. Yet she would have to continue to go without a pee for a while longer it seemed. Masturbating was also clearly out of the question now despite her arousal. Kelly briefly pondered grabbing a knife or other utensil to break the key out of the ice, but quickly concluded that she was far too desperate to pee to try anything that exerting, especially with how cold the bowl still was. Kelly began to feel the familiar pang of regret that she had given Will the key. "I should have had more self control and confidence in my own iron bladder. Then I wouldn't have needed to give Will the frigging key, and I wouldn't be stuck waiting for the damn ice to melt" Kelly thought miserably. "Maybe if I keep thinking I'll come up with an idea to get at the key quicker" she thought, as she struggled to concentrate because of the heavy load of piss she was desperately trying to keep contained. The only immediately obvious idea Kelly could come up with to get at the key sooner was to break the bowl. But she wasn't ready to take action that drastic to get at the key... not yet anyway. It was only then that Kelly noticed the sound of footsteps behind her, followed by the familiar sound of Will's voice as he entered the kitchen. "I hope you aren't pondering anything drastic Kelly, like smashing the bowl to get at the key". It was like Will had read her thoughts Kelly thought, feeling a bit unnerved. With her mind increasingly frayed after 2 agonizingly long days without a piss, it didn't occur to Kelly in that moment that no matter how calm she acted outwardly, Will could have easily guessed that the temptation for her to smash the bowl to get the key was there. Yet even with the truth plainly obvious to Will, Kelly decided to lie and deny. "Of course I wasn't thinking about doing anything that drastic Will. Your parents wouldn't like it if I broke their bowl to get at the key" she replied stubbornly, refusing to admit to her moment of weakness. Will's eyes moved towards the bowl, which of course should have been filled with water if Kelly hadn't dumped it. Kelly almost blushed in embarrassment at being caught red handed as Will's gaze returned to her and he grinned. "Looks to me like you were pretty excited at the thought of getting your key this morning so that you could pee" he said as Kelly couldn't help but fidget around desperately before him. "I think my girl is really regretting her arrogance earlier when she handed me the key to her lock right after she took her last pee 2 days ago". Will always knew just how to push her buttons when she was feeling stubborn like she was now. "It's not arrogance if I can back it up" Kelly instantly retorted, just like Will knew she would. "Oh? Then why are you squirming around like a little girl who really has to pee? It's only been 48 hours Kelly, surely a girl who acts tough like you can control herself" Will asked smoothly. "I never said I didn't need to pee Will. Of course I'm dying to use the toilet" Kelly confessed. "But I can still hold it till your little keep-away game with the key expires when the ice melts". "Maybe I don't believe my girl can hold on another hour or two for the ice to melt when she's squirming around so much" Will countered, skepticism dripping from his voice. "You'd be squirming around to if you were wearing these tight jeans Will" Kelly countered. "I really wish I could take these damn jeans off Will. With my bladder so full, they're so frigging tight now! They're like a constant torture device pressing on my rock hard bladder bulge, especially when I haven't peed in 2 whole days! I could probably hold it for several hours longer without these damn jeans on". Kelly had intended to explain her plight with the jeans with confidence and only slight annoyance in her voice. Instead she had said it with anxiousness and frustration, giving Will a hint of just how nervous she was about possibly not even lasting for another half hour. "Hey, it was your idea to lock yourself in those jeans, not mine" Will countered. "But don't worry, it'll probably take no more than another 2 hours or so for the rest of the ice to melt". Kelly's exhausted bladder throbbed in protest at the thought of continuing to wait for that long. "But I'm sure waiting another 2 hours shouldn't be an issue for my iron bladder princess when she's already waited for 48 hours, should it Kelly?" he asked smoothly. Part of Kelly wanted to drop the tough girl act, and confess her doubts to Will, wanted to scream that she couldn't even wait for half that time. But the lingering fury and stubbornness from last night won out instead. In perhaps the most blatant lie she had ever told, Kelly, still squirming madly in desperation, shook her head. "Not a problem Will... I can easily hold it" she replied with as much confidence as she could muster, leaving her sounding only half sincere. Will grinned back at her. "Well then, now that that's settled, I bet you're thirsty Kelly. Sit down and relax, I'll make us some breakfast and get you a drink". Kelly knew from the last two breakfasts just how much Will would want her to drink. She probably wasn't leaving the breakfast table without downing one and a half liters of water minimum. Kelly's bladder throbbed violently in protest in anticipation of all that added fluid, trying desperately to make her spill its heavy load. Kelly couldn't help but openly flinch and ram both her fists into her crotch again. Her reaction wasn't lost on Will, who closed in like a hawk. "Does my iron bladder princess have a problem with drinks and breakfast?" he asked playfully, his eyes daring her to say yes. Kelly, still gripping her desperate pussy for dear life, bent her head down as if in shame, and shook her head unconvincingly. "Don't be silly Will... breakfast won't be a problem for me... I can hold it". When Kelly dared to glance up at Will again he had a mischievous look in his eyes. "My mistake, I must have just been imagining something then" he said, before heading to the fridge to make breakfast. Kelly hurried to take a seat at the kitchen table, grateful for the chance to sit down, hoping it would help calm her bladder down a bit. Kelly began to wonder over breakfast if she had made a mistake stubbornly insisting she could hold it as long as she needed to, even as her squirming made plain to Will how utterly and truly desperate she was. The look in Will's eyes whenever he eyed her told Kelly that he took her arrogance and stubbornness as a challenge. Knowing she must be so close to her limits now, there was a hunger in his eyes to break the last ounce of her control over her exhausted and overfilled iron bladder. But Kelly remained stubbornly determined to refuse to give him what he wanted. She would show Will just how far she had expanded her bladder's already considerable limits since her shameful public accident at the beach party a few months ago. Will popped some bread in the toaster and then went to pour Kelly a drink. "If I drink slow he won't be able to refill my glass as frequently... I'll be alright if I can get away with drinking less than I did at yesterday's breakfast" Kelly told herself as she tried to blot out the sound of water pouring into the drinking glass like a waterfall. It was like Will was purposely dragging the sound out as long as he could just to torment her. Kelly was quite surprised then when Will placed not one, but 3 large glasses of water in front of her, with the same mischievous look in his eyes. "I figured I'd save you the trouble of having to ask for refills" Will said in answer to Kelly's confusion. Kelly wasn't fooled for a second by Will's 'generosity'. The look in Will's eyes said the real message, daring Kelly to complain that it was too much to drink in her extremely desperate state, with 48 hours worth of boiling piss sloshing around in her bladder. A war went off in Kelly's mind over how to react to Will's challenge. The sensible part of Kelly wanted to balk at Will's challenge, knowing it would make the wait for the ice to melt even harder, and her need for the key even more urgent. But the stubborn part of Kelly reminded her that she had brought this desperate plight onto herself for a reason. She couldn't hope to best Zora's iron bladder without the difficult practice Will's challenges were giving her. Despite how near Kelly felt to losing even her considerable control over her iron bladder, the pride and stubbornness won out again. Kelly refused to balk at Will's latest challenge. Instead she slowly took a large sip from one of the glasses, and managed to smirk at Will. "I know what you're thinking Will..." Kelly drawled out patiently as she squirmed around in her seat. "You're thinking that I'm so desperate after 2 whole days without peeing a drop... that I'm going to piss myself in this seat before I can finish these glasses of water". "If it's too much water for you, you can always leave the glasses untouched" Will said coyly. His eyes said the rest of the message, how they both knew Kelly's arch-rival would never cut back on her drinking, not even if she was nearly pissing herself like Kelly was. Hence, if Kelly didn't empty all 3 large glasses of water, it would be an admission that her iron bladder was only the second best. "You think one little accident at the beach will suddenly leave me cautious about drinking too much water Will?" Kelly asked scornfully. "A cautious girl doesn't lock herself into her jeans, and then tell her boyfriend to keep her away from the toilet as long as she can still hold it". The tent in Will's boxer shorts shut up excitedly as Kelly took another sip from one of the glasses, while smiling lustfully at him. Despite her outward bravery, in the back of her mind, Kelly knew she was potentially playing with fire. The glasses were quite large, and she and her iron bladder were getting quite exhausted from holding it for so long. But the knowledge that she only had to play with fire for another hour or two at most before the ice melted and she had the key gave Kelly comfort that it would all be over soon. Kelly could afford to be more reckless when she knew how near she was to being able to use the toilet at long last. Will made sure to give Kelly a few more large glasses of water over the next two hours. Part of Kelly desperately wanted to turn them all down. She knew any sane person in her situation would turn the drinks down. But Kelly stubbornly drank all the drinks Will offered her anyway out of pride, and to prove how tough she was to William and herself. The key frozen in the block of ice was constantly in the back of Kelly's mind as she fought to keep her pent up boiling piss contained for just a little longer. She couldn't let her bladder of steel fail her now, not when she had come so far already, and was so near being able to use the toilet. Eventually 8 AM finally rolled around, making it 50 hours since Kelly had last peed. With the anticipation of finally being able to pee soon so near Kelly had gotten increasingly frantic as she fidgeted around in her seat. "It's got to be melted by now, it's got to!" Kelly worriedly thought as she hobbled out of her seat to check on the key. Kelly's worry quickly turned to joy and relief when she saw that the ice had finally melted enough for her to easily grab the key. "Oh thank god! I can finally frigging pee now!" Kelly moaned loudly as she grabbed the key before Will could think of snatching it away from her. The key was ice cold to the touch, which sent shivers down Kelly's exhausted iron bladder. But Kelly didn't hesitate at all, she practically rammed the key into the keyhole on her jean's padlock. Or rather she tried to, but the key didn't seem to want to fit into the keyhole. Will, standing back a few steps, eagerly watching his desperate girlfriend, only smiled as Kelly and her nervous hands continued to struggle with the key. "How long will it take her to realize that it's not the right key" he wondered silently. He could scarcely believe that Kelly had bought his bluff about the real key being frozen in ice in the first place. In truth, Will hadn't believed that Kelly could really keep holding it until the ice melted. He also didn't want to force Kelly to wear her wet jeans for hours until the ice melted, that seemed unnecessarily cruel even for him. Will was amazed that Kelly had survived the double date, and then the night, and now a long breakfast with plenty to drink, all without losing it and completely pissing herself. At the time Will had told himself that if Kelly somehow lasted until the ice melted that he would relent and hand her the real key to her padlock, which was sitting in his pocket. But now he wasn't so sure about that. The thought of making Kelly continue to hold on, and on, until she really couldn't hold it any longer was very tempting, it stiffened his cock just thinking about it. The caring part of him wanted to give his poor girl a much needed break and allow her to pee. But the spoiled rich jerk in him wanted to make his arrogant girl wait even longer, and tell her that he was just doing what she asked him to do. Will's hand rubbed up against the key in his pocket as he pondered his options. Kelly meanwhile, too engrossed by the temptation to escape her jeans and pee remained oblivious to Will's deceit, as she continued to try desperately to open her jean's padlock. Touching the ice cold key was torture on Kelly's bladder, but she refused to put it down. She had to get out of these damn tight jeans so that she could pee! So Kelly grit her teeth, and continued to squirm her legs around more franticly as she tried desperately to open her padlock. "Why am I having so much damn trouble getting this fucking key to fit in the damn keyhole when I need it most!" she snarled in frustration. Her squirming was one of the sexist things Will had ever seen, the devil on Will's shoulder began to win out. "Steady your hands a bit Kelly, it's not going to fit if you keep shaking around like that" Will suggested. There was a hint of mischief in his voice, and an evil look in his eyes, but Kelly remained too hyper-focused on trying to get the padlock open to notice. "What the hell do you think I'm trying to do Will!" Kelly practically yelled at him as she kept fumbling around with the key. "Come on damn it! I need to pee! I need to frigging pee already! I've been holding it forever!" she moaned, much to Will's delight. It was only then, when Kelly finally glanced at Will and saw the mischievous delight on his face that she finally realized something wasn't right. "What did you do to my fucking key Will!" she yelled, half furious, half frantic. "Ok, I may have put a fake key in the ice, and kept the real one in my pocket" Will admitted gleefully as he pulled an identical looking key out of his pocket. "You Bastard!" Kelly muttered as she angrily threw the fake key to the floor. She would have tried to snatch the real key from Will's hands, but she had to grip her pussy for dear life instead as her boiling piss tried desperately to escape through her exhausted pee hole. "I can't believe you fell for my bluff the entire time Kelly" Will chuckled. "You didn't think I'd let you get at the real key so easily, and pee before you were really at your limits, did you Kelly?". Kelly, furious at Will's deception, and having regained a bit of control over her bladder, tried to snatch the key from his hand. But Will was quicker and taller than her, so he easily held the key out of her reach. "Damn it Will! Give me that frigging key! I need it now!" Kelly demanded as she desperately gripped her pussy again to keep the flood at bay. "No." Will cruelly answered without hesitation. "You said I should push you to your absolute limits before I let you pee Kelly. Even though you've already lasted 50 hours without a pee, I don't think you're at your limit yet Kelly. I think you're strong and stubborn enough that you can still hold it all day". "Will! I'm about to pee myself if I don't get out of these damn tight jeans!" Kelly protested. Kelly was tempted to try to grab and wrestle the key from Will's hands again, but she knew she'd never succeed at it, not with her bladder this damn full. "Come on Will! I haven't peed in forever! At least let me get out of these damn tight jeans! They're making it so much worse!" Kelly begged. Will remained unmoved, he pocketed the real key and shook his head. "We both know you'll run straight to the toilet if I open your padlock and let you out of your jeans Kelly" Will replied patiently. "I could lock the bathroom door" he added before Kelly could reply, "but then you'd probably hurry to pee in the backyard, or in a bucket or something". Kelly groaned, she had been thinking of those exact alternates if Will blocked her from getting to the toilet. "Besides, you'll thank me later when you beat Zora thanks to my help training you. I'm just keeping things as realistic as possible as a rematch against your arch-rival would be for you. Just think of how smug you'll feel if Zora pisses herself and you can keep on holding it for several more hours". Kelly seethed in fury for a moment, her hands still rammed into her crotch. "Damn it Will! Fine! I'll try to wait even longer!" Kelly yelled, knowing Will wasn't going to back down. A large bulge in his pants confirmed just how much the devil in Will was enjoying being able to continue to deny Kelly a badly needed pee. She knew that the knowledge that she had already held it for the last 50 hours only added to how much Will was enjoying it. The same knowledge that she had held it for the last 50 hours, and she wouldn't be getting the long awaited pee that she had been expecting made Kelly's exhausted bladder almost give up in despair. All the boiling pent up piss that had been corked up for the last 2 days tried with a renewed urgency to escape, but Kelly's exhausted sphincter muscle managed to keep the flood back, for now. By now Kelly was seriously regretting her impulsive decision to give Will the key. Even without the bulge of his erect cock, and the grin on his face, Kelly would have known full well that Will was enjoying her desperate & agonizing plight. It's why she would have normally been smart enough not to give him the power to make her hold it for however long he pleased. "I should have never given him that damn key" Kelly thought far too late. "Too late for that regret now. All I can do is hope I can somehow hold it until he finally relents and gives me the damn key!". Kelly's desperate squirming increased tenfold throughout the rest of the morning as she struggled to hold on, hoping Will would soon relent and give her the real key. But even knowing just how out of her mind Kelly was in unimaginable desperation, Will refused to let up the difficulty on her. He kept offering Kelly a number of drinks as time slowly dragged on. Kelly, too stubborn and prideful to refuse the drinks after coming so far, kept drinking them, no matter how badly her massive rock hard bladder complained. The tight jeans she was trapped in only got tighter yet, as her massively distended bladder filled even more, but had no room to expand. Her jean's waistband grinded harshly into her exhausted and distended bladder, but Kelly managed to keep the hot steaming piss corked up inside for the moment. By noon Kelly was certain that she must have drank close to a gallon of additional fluids in the last four hours. Despite her best efforts, Kelly knew she was beginning to inevitably lose the battle that had been brewing for the last two and a half days in her iron bladder. All those gallons of hot steaming piss Kelly had held back for the last 54 hours were really starting to wear down her exhausted bladder by now. Kelly tried crossing and double crossing her legs. She tried gripping her crotch with both hands, and ramming her fists into her pussy. She tried sitting on her heels, one and two at a time. She tried fidgeting and squirming around in every way she could think of. She tried only making slow and careful movements to avoid jostling her aching bladder too much. She tried pulling at the waistband of her tight jeans to give her massively distended bladder a bit of extra room to expand. None of it seemed to help her anymore. Kelly knew she simply HAD to pee, and quite soon, before her exhausted bladder took matters into its own hands. But Will still refused to give her the key and let her pee. Kelly for her part stubbornly refused out of pride to beg him for the key, no matter how badly she knew she needed it. "He's horny as hell watching me bursting to pee. He'll unlock me soon so that he can fuck me. He loves fucking me when my bladder is really full, then he'll let me pee once we finish" Kelly told herself. In truth Kelly was getting quite aroused herself at her own desperate plight, and how far Will was taking it. The thought of Will fucking her in this desperate state sounded like fun, especially with her G-spot so sensitive already from her full bladder. But as the clock dragged on past noon Kelly began to worry in the back of her mind that she wouldn't be able to hold on until Will's lust overpowered him. She was so desperate to pee already, but Will seemed no closer to letting her go then he had been a few hours ago. Kelly began to slow down her drinking, and get more hesitant whenever Will offered her another glass of water, or can of soda to drink. "Maybe I should turn the next one down" Kelly began to worry as the clock struck 1 PM and she finished her glass of water. As if reading the hesitation in her body language, Will was ready for her attempts to protest when he grabbed her another can of soda. "I know it's been really difficult for you to keep holding it Kelly with all the drinks I've been giving you, especially when you haven't been able to pee in such a long time. But guess what, your arch-rival Zora won't show you any mercy in a rematch, so neither should I if you ever want to beat her". "I can hold it... as long as you can stand... not ripping me out of these jeans and fucking my brains out" Kelly replied half strained, half lustfully, as she squirmed around in her seat. Kelly noted Will's cock was already clearly erect underneath his pants. He wanted to fuck her just as much as she wanted him to fuck her, so she kept going. "Even with 55 hour's worth of hot steaming piss inside me... I can take you thrusting that thing in and out of me. I'd ask you to be gentle on my poor throbbing little bladder when you take me... but we both know you're never gentle when I tell you to be... yet I still look forward to it". She smiled lustfully for added emphasis. Kelly's lustful offer was tempting to Will. In truth it had taken him a lot of restraint the last few hours not to take Kelly into the shower, help her strip naked, and fuck her right there under the running water. She was so darn sexy sitting on her heel, gripping her pussy with both hands, squirming like crazy in her seat. The way she hadn't even bothered to comb her long and now messy blonde hair this morning, and the distress visible in her bright blue eyes, only made her sexier by showing just how bad off her bladder situation really was. Will had little doubt that Kelly knew exactly what she was doing, hoping that it would get him to open her padlock. Kelly was used to being able to flash her body the right way at the guys to get what she wanted. Will often gave her what she wanted when she turned on the feminine charm, but not this time. "That's great babe. We'll see if you still feel that way after you finish this can of soda" Will replied casually as he opened it and handed it to her. Kelly couldn't hide the disappointment and hopelessness in her eyes at Will's response. Another can of soda wasn't what she wanted or needed. "Of all the damn times for him to resist my feminine charm why does he have to pick now!" Kelly fumed in her head. But even then, Kelly's stubborn pride made her refuse to beg for mercy, or for the key to the padlock. No matter how desperate she was to pee by now, Kelly didn't care if Will would take pity on her and let her pee if she begged. She refused to bend her pride by begging to be allowed to pee like a weak bladdered girl. "As... you wish dearest" Kelly muttered as she forced herself to take a quick sip of yet more soda that her desperately throbbing bladder didn't need. By 2 PM Kelly found herself sitting on the loveseat beside Will, pretending to watch some TV with him. In truth, Kelly had no idea what they were actually watching. Her full focus was on the battle waging within her bursting bladder, a battle she knew she was going to lose soon thanks to her tight jeans. Her bladder desperately needed room to expand after she had drank over a gallon and a half of additional fluids today. But her tight jeans ruthlessly refused to give her rock hard bladder bulge the needed room. Instead they did the opposite, ruthlessly pressing on her bulging rock hard bladder like a strong fist. But even if her bladder had the room to expand Kelly wasn't sure if she could hold on for much longer anyway. Her heavy load of boiling piss had been corked up inside her bladder for 56 long hours by now. It had been too long since Kelly had been able to pee, much too long even for her iron bladder. Several waves of desperation flooded over Kelly every few seconds, each one felt like it could be the straw that finally broke the camel's bladder. Kelly struggled to jam anything she could up against her pee hole to help her hold it, her fists, her heels, anything. Part of Kelly desperately wanted to just give into the unbearable desperate urge to pee at long last, especially knowing she wouldn't be able to put it off for much longer anyway. But the other part of Kelly, heavily aroused by her plight and the G-spot stimulation her full bladder was giving her, wanted to keep holding it as long as she could. A couple of minutes later it finally happened, her exhausted bladder just couldn't hold it back any longer. Despite how Kelly clutched madly at her vagina to stem the flow, dribbles and large squirts began to get past her exhausted sphincter. Kelly's face turned beet red in embarrassment as she let out a gasp, which instantly drew Will's attention to the growing wet patch on her jeans. With her last reserves of strength Kelly managed to stop the leak after a few seconds, but she knew the dribbles and squirts would resume momentarily. "Will! Give me the fucking key! I can't hold it anymore!" Kelly demanded frantically. The growing wet patch running down her jeans was plainly obvious now. Will reacted much quicker then Kelly expected, he was instantly on his feet pulling out the key to her padlock. "You managed to avoid springing a leak a lot longer than I thought Kelly, I'm so proud of you. I bet your arch-rival Zora couldn't last 56 hours without losing a drop of pee like you just did" Will said in his usual charming manner as he finally opened and removed the padlock for Kelly. With the padlock off, Kelly tried to frantically rip her jeans off, only to realize they were still buttoned shut at the top. Kelly lost another large squirt of piss as she frantically unbuttoned her jeans as fast as her panicked hands could. "Will! I don't think I can make it to the toilet!" Kelly moaned as her legs grew moister from a steady leak of urine. Her bladder's sphincter was just too exhausted to hold the flood in any longer. "Already prepared for that Kelly" Will replied with surprising calm as he grabbed a nearby empty trash bin. "Here, you can pee in this Kelly" Will urged as he shoved the trash bin in front of her. At the same time Kelly managed to unbutton her jeans enough to rip them and her soaking wet panties off, which caused the next squirt of piss she lost to land right on the carpet floor. With her jeans off, Kelly wasted no time squatting over the trash bin and unleashing her torrent of piss into it. The feeling of finally getting relief after nearly 2 and a half days of being denied it was heavenly for Kelly, like getting an orgasm but even better. Kelly's waterfall of piss went on and on for nearly 8 and a half minutes. Kelly began to worry that she would overflow the trash bin, until she finally ran out of pee to expel. "Not the way I was expecting to take my pee when I gave you the key... but thanks for your quick thinking Will" Kelly said gracefully as she enjoyed the feeling of finally having an empty bladder again. "I never thought I would be able to hold it for nearly 2 and a half days. I look forward to reclaiming my bladder queen title from that black haired bitch in our rematch". "I'm sure you will Kelly... provided you keep on letting me help you practice like you did this time" Will replied with a grin. "Well, if my 'coach' is up to it then sure, how can I ever refuse after those results?" Kelly replied with a smile. "Except next time I'll wear something much looser on a full bladder then those jeans. Maybe a loose pair of shorts like what I'd actually wear if I went camping". Alternate Ending A couple of minutes later it finally happened, her exhausted bladder just couldn't hold it back any longer. Despite how Kelly clutched madly at her vagina to stem the flow, dribbles and large squirts began to get past her exhausted sphincter. Kelly's face turned beet red in embarrassment as she let out a gasp, which instantly drew Will's attention to the growing wet patch on her jeans. With her last reserves of strength Kelly managed to stop the leak after a few seconds, but she knew the dribbles and squirts would resume momentarily. "Will! Give me the fucking key! I can't hold it anymore!" Kelly demanded frantically. The growing wet patch running down her jeans was plainly obvious now. Will reacted much quicker then Kelly expected, he was instantly on his feet pulling out the key to her padlock. "You managed to avoid springing a leak a lot longer than I thought Kelly, I'm so proud of you. I bet your arch-rival Zora couldn't last 56 hours without losing a drop of pee like you just did" Will said in his usual charming manner as he finally opened and removed the padlock for Kelly. With her padlock finally off Kelly wasted no time ripping her tight jeans open, as her exhausted sphincter began to lose more dribbles. "Out of my way! I need that toilet now!" Kelly muttered as she shoved her way past Will before he had a chance to move. The wet patch on Kelly's jeans began to run down her legs as she hurried to the bathroom, with Will close behind. Kelly wasted no time upon reaching the bathroom. She ripped her wet jeans and soaking wet panties off in one swift motion, and quickly plopped herself on the toilet seat. Then Kelly's large dribbles and squirts of pee turned into absolute torrent of piss as she finally gave into her iron bladder's demand to expel her gallons and gallons of piss. The relief after nearly 2 and a half long days of being denied it felt amazing. Will, standing just inside the bathroom watching, was amazed as he watched Kelly's torrent of piss continued to go on and on for nearly 8 and a half minutes before Kelly's bladder was finally empty. "A few more practice sessions like that, and I think we both know whose iron bladder will come out on top when you go on that camping trip with Zora" Will announced cheerfully. Kelly, without even saying a word, simply nodded in agreement. "He may have been so much tougher on me then my worst fears, but I can't deny how successful his 'bladder coaching' was. I never imagined I was tough enough to go this long without a pee... but now I know I can" Kelly reflected happily. "Will's right, how can me and my greatly strengthened iron bladder possibly lose a rematch against that arrogant bitch Zora now". Kelly knew just how she would reward Will for his help, as she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the shower. "I'd rather have done this before I peed, but you were doing your job by not letting me go" she whispered lustfully into his ear. === That's it for Kelly's Regret. Maybe I'll write the sequel I hinted at in part's #2 and #3 some day, but for now I'll probably take a break from this series and work on other story ideas I've had.
At the ripe age of 52 I thought I knew myself sexually yet, I recently discovered a new facet, totally unexpected and very much by accident. The accident in question being in my knickers, down my legs and in a spreading puddle on the bathroom floor! I wet myself! I'm still not sure why it happened. I can usually hold on quite well when desperate, though as with many women my age Tena Lady are essential wear when I have a bad cough, as having had three children does rather weaken ones pelvic floor. Anyway, I had utterly and completely wet my knickers, tights, control pants (which I wear over my tights), skirt, everything, something that I had rarely done before in my adult life other than a few occasions when pregnant (when I had also once wet the bed). That was a long time ago and any woman who has been pregnant will have similar tales to tell. So there I stood. Soaking wet, face flushed red with embarrassment and a strange excitement, wee still dripping down my legs but with a feeling of incredible release almost akin to an orgasm and hornier than I had felt in years. The feeling as the hot wee filled by pants and washed over my clit before pouring down my legs was unbelievable and once it started I didn't want it to stop. Without thinking I had pulled up my skirt and squeezed myself through my pants, the extra pressure on my throbbing little button sending me over the top, gasping and crying as waves of pleasure rippled over me. And all the time my husband stood there watching me, a huge bulge in his trousers! As my orgasm subsided I felt him pull me to him, kissing me wildly on the lips, one hand between my legs caressing me through my soaking undies as I moaned in delight. Then, grabbing the towels from the rail he dragged me to the bedroom, pulled back the covers and threw the towels onto the bed pushing me down on top of them, all the time fondling my wet bottom. Then, slowly, he pulled my undies down and took me more passionately that I can ever remember. I actually had a multiple orgasm for the first time in years and peed myself again as I came. It was some time before we came back to earth. After mopping up the bathroom floor and putting the towels and my underwear in the washing machine we poured a glass of wine and tried to make sense of it all. We were on holiday in a small chalet we own on a little park in mid-Wales and had strolled the half mile or so down to the village pub for a drink before dinner. I'd only had a couple of gin and tonics so wasn't drunk and did not feel the need to visit the ladies before the 20 minute walk home. We had only been walking for a few minutes though when I suddenly found myself needing to wee and badly. I started to walk faster and when my husband asked why I told him that I was suddenly desperate for the loo and explained that I hadn't needed to go when we left but the gin seemed to have gone straight through me! With a smile he suggested I duck behind the hedge and when I pointedly refused said that going behind the hedge might be better than wet pants- how prophetic. I told him in no uncertain terms that my pants would stay very dry thank you very much, but with the chalet park in sight I was becoming increasingly unsure of my ability to hold on. However, my husband seemed to be walking so slowly, and he had the door key. I urged him to hurry, saying that I was desperate and I was, jiggling around and crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs as I tried to control a bursting bladder. He just laughed telling me that I looked a right sight and to act my age. By now I was sweating and in a panic and just blurted out that if he didn't hurry up I really was going to have a very public accident. How I made it to the chalet without embarrassing myself I really don't know. As we reached the door I almost lost it, the anticipation of reaching the loo making me momentarily lose control and I felt a hot trickle in my knickers. Hubby fumbled with the lock as I urged him to hurry as I was doing it in my pants. As the door swung open, I dashed for the toilet but the battle was already lost. That first trickle became a flood as I felt a hot wetness fill my satin knickers, initially held back by my tights and control briefs then flooding down my thighs just as I got into the loo. I tried to pull my skirt up and undies down but it was far too late. I suppose I could have sat on the loo and just done it through my pants that way but I was in shock at what I was doing and just stood there, a seemingly never ending torrent in my knickers, cascading down my legs, into my shoes and across the floor. Thinking about it now the sexual outcome was a result of the feelings from my bursting bladder, my tight underwear rubbing me in the right places, the tension as I became desperate and nervous of what might happen and the sudden loss of control. Add the hot wee over my already sensitive clit and it all started to make sense. My husband said that when I first mentioned my need he had treated it as a joke. I sometimes sit fidgeting at home waiting for a break in a TV programme and telling him I need the loo. He admitted that he wondered if I always made it dry (I usually had) and had sometimes pulled my pants out of the laundry basket to see if they were wet or had pee stains! However, the little leaks that I, like most women have, remained my secret - the Tena Lady or my private wash bin saw to that. He then admitted that the idea of me wetting myself, whether a damp gusset from leaving it a bit late in getting to the loo or soaking wet following a full on accident excited him. When he realised that I really was bursting as we walked back he had had trouble hiding his excitement and had to walk slowly to hide the huge erection he was sporting. The more he delayed the more desperate I became, adding to his tension (and mine!). When I lost control in front of him and just stood there wetting myself he had almost come in his trousers! He had wanted to hold me close then but was afraid of my reaction but when I made myself come he just had to grab me, feel my wet pants and ravish me. We made love again that night, slowly and delicately; it was gorgeous and we then talked further about me wetting myself. I didn't quite promise to do it again but privately was intrigued by the feelings that I had experienced. A couple of days later hubby went off fishing for the day and I had the chalet to myself. I sat in the sun reading and drinking copious amounts of iced water. The sun was warm, my book interesting and I kept putting off going to the loo even though I was getting very full. In fact I was quite enjoying the feeling. The deck at the back off our chalet is very private, overlooking woodland and fields. With no one about I slipped my hand up my skirt and began to rub myself through my cotton knickers, partly to help me hold my bursting bladder and partly because my need to pee was making my clit tingle. I was in heaven as I gradually let myself become desperate again. So desperate that it was pointless trying to get up from my sun lounger; I already knew I wouldn't make it to the loo. Then it happened. A hot flood poured into my knickers and over my hand and I came almost immediately. I lay there for some time, quite enjoying the feeling of wet pants on my private parts. Now I knew that the feelings when I had had the earlier accident in my pants were not an aberration but an incredibly sensual experience and one that I had just repeated, albeit in private. However, I knew two things, one that I loved the feeling of wetting myself and secondly that it would also turn my husband on if I could pluck up the courage to do it in front of him again. The more I thought about it the more I knew I had to do it. Ever practical I decided that the deck was rather more suitable for wet activities than the bathroom floor and that some protection on the bed might be beneficial. As hubby would not be back for some time I took the car into the nearby town and bought a waterproof mattress cover which went straight onto the bed with a thick towel over it and under the sheet. That evening we went to the pub again and this time I drank lager, which I know always makes me want to pee. My husband knows it as well but said nothing as I refrained from using the ladies before we left. I was soon desperate again and this time laughed and joked about my condition, loving his response to my very genuine desperation. I almost misjudged it and had already leaked badly by the time we arrived back at the chalet. My knickers and tights were quite wet as were the tops of my thighs but nothing was yet visible. Pulling hubby out onto the deck I kissed him passionately and pulled his hand between my legs, hearing him gasp as he felt my wetness. “God Cal, you've peed yourself!”. He gasped as another trickle warmed my crotch. “I'm bursting,” I whispered. “I can't hang on; I'm going to have an accident in my knickers.” Then his fingers found my clit and I lost all control, totally wetting myself for the second time that day. Muttering that the bed was protected I dragged him into the bedroom where he practically took me by force, ripping the gusset of my tights and having me through the leg of my dripping wet knickers. Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep, he naked except for a T-shirt and me with just my top and still in my pee-soaked underwear. The bed was wet beneath me but I didn't care and fell asleep immediately. I awoke a couple of hours later, badly needing to pee again, and almost panicked at first as my underwear and the sheet were still damp of course and as I came round imy first thought was that I had wet the bed! This gave me an idea that initially shocked me. I needed to pee again and was already wet so why not just do it as I lay there? The sheer naughtiness of deliberately wetting my bed intrigued me; what would it feel like? I knew how good it felt to wet my pants so wetting the bed was really a logical next step. I rolled over and put my arm round my husband. Still asleep he stirred as I gently rubbed my wet knickers against him. We lay like this for another half hour until I could hold my bursting bladder no more. As I lay on my side gently cuddling hubby I felt the now familiar hot wetness flood my pants and pour over my thigh, spreading under me, soaking my top and the damp sheet, a warm spreading wetness, enveloping me and my beloved. As my flood soaked him he woke, wondering what was going on but I simply held him tight whispering into his ear that I’d had another accident and wet the bed. We made love again in the warm puddle on a soaking sheet. Let's just say that the rest of the holiday involved a great deal of washing - sheets, towels and many pairs of my knickers and tights. I wet my pants every day, usually for hubby as much as myself, but a couple of times for my own pleasure. On several mornings I simply wet the bed rather than get up to use the loo and each time enjoyed not only the experience but the sex that followed. Back home now I have to be more careful. While on holiday I’d rather got used to letting myself get desperate, not caring if my knickers were wet when I eventually went to the loo and of course, simply wetting myself for hubby. After some near misses at work (I carried spare pants following an afternoon spent wondering if anyone knew my knickers were wet) I limited my waiting and desperation to weekends. I had to be careful of the bed wetting as well. It had almost become a habit and on one occasion I woke bursting in the early hours and simply let go without thinking, falling back to sleep afterwards and only realising that I had wet the bed when I woke up again. Of course it was a work day and although I just had time for a quick shower I had to leave the bed till I got home. The sight of our wet bed that evening made me realise that I had to make sure not to lose control of myself where it could be embarrassing, especially as I had been bursting for a wee on the bus home and didn’t quite make it to the loo in time and simply wet myself sitting on the toilet - there was little point taking pulling my knickers and tights down since they were already rather wet as I’d leaked badly walking from the bus stop! I really need to be more careful.
Another story about when I really needed to pee during school. (Male Desperation) It was the end of lunchtime on a Friday and before I headed to last lesson of the day which was English, I went to fill up my water bottle. There was one boy in front of me in the queue named Matt who was in one of my classes during the day and he started talking to me while the queue was going down, joking about the fact that if he drinks too much water in his next lesson he would be really desperate for the toilet since he kind of needed a piss, at least I assumed so from the fact he was tapping his foot on the floor, his thighs were rubbing and he grabbed his penis once or twice through his trousers while speaking to me. He filled up his bottle and walked to his lesson and while I started to fill mine I noticed him adjusting his waistband on his trousers as well as squeezing his cock again. I soon filled my bottle up and wandered to my lesson just in time. I was so glad to fill up my bottle before the lesson because the teachers at my school barely let us out of lessons to use the water fountain because they knew that before the lesson ended we would ask to leave again to have a piss, and today especially was a lesson that I wouldn't have been allowed to leave since we had a really strict supply teacher who had never let a student leave a lesson before the bell unless they had a medical pass or doctors/dentists note. The classroom I had today was particularly hot and so it was so lucky that I had the chance to grab a drink to stay hydrated for my lesson. After the teacher had finished the register, we started the lesson. We began discussing what we did as a class last lesson so our teacher knew where we were currently at in the topic. The class discussion lasted about 20 minutes. I wasn't really involved much and so in the meantime just began drinking from my bottle as it was just something to do and I was also pretty thirsty. During this time I noticed another boy named Louie drinking from his clear plastic bottle, meaning I could see how much he was drinking and let me tell you it was quite a lot. During our discussion time he gulped down his whole drink pretty fast but seemed to have another slightly larger bottle that he had in his bag and started to drink from it but soon stopped after the class discussion was over. I assumed he was either thirsty at this time or he most probably had a similar idea to me, he wasn't involved much in the discussion and just presumably started drinking for the hell of it. Following the class discussion our supply teacher decided where we were at and gave up some work to do. By the time we had actually started the work, I had gulped down half of my bottle and felt the slightest itch in my bladder but thought nothing of it. The lesson went on and both Louie and I had drunk much more, I had completely finished my drink and Louie had practically finished his. I noticed that Louie looked pretty desperate for the toilet, his legs were tapping, he couldn't really sit still and looked a little nervous, however no on else in the class really seemed to notice. He also knew that the teacher wouldn't have given him the change to go to the toilet so he didn't even bother asking her, It had got to about half way through the lesson and I started to feel the urge a little more, my leg starting tapping and every now and again I squeezed my cock slightly. But it was nothing compared to how Louie looked. He had his had scrunching his penis and he looked tempted very often to put his hand down his trousers or boxers and give it a harder squeeze. Every time I looked across the room to him my urge felt suddenly worse and I couldn't bare the sight of drinking any more water. Shortly after I got handed a new worksheet, he turned around and saw me looking at him and just nodded to me, I assumed he realised that I saw him looking pretty desperate and nodded for conformation of that.  We had 20 minutes left of the lesson and at this stage Louie could not sit still, he was busting and it didn't help that I really had to go to, because it made my situation much worse. There was this other boy named Sam who Louie and I both noticed really needed the toilet too. His clear bottle was empty and he seemed very red-faced and desperate. The wasn't long left of the lesson but I wasn't sure if any of us were going  to make it. Every minute felt like an hour and all three of us were now sitting at our desks holding our cocks while the teacher rounded up the lesson. Louie showed signs of needing a piss early on in the lesson so I knew he was probably the most desperate out of the three of us waiting for the lesson to be over. With 5 minutes left neither of us could walk around the classroom normally while packing up. I'm sure that some of the other students must have noticed at least one us needing the toilet but said nothing. While standing behind our chairs we all looked at each other waiting to leave the lesson and has a piss and it felt like the longest 5 minutes of our lives.  The bell to signal the end of the lesson sounded, and we all felt relived that we were one step closer to going to the toilet. The teacher let us go and Sam ran out of the door, the first one to leave, he was obviously more desperate than I had first imagined. Louie and I slowly trailed out the door after many of our classmates dawdled out. Before Louie and I had the chance to actually go to the toilet, this girl named Chloe asked if one of us could save her a seat on the bus while she collected her art folder. Both of us apologised and said that we both really needed the toilet, which I don't think she believed. We than both ran off in desperation and headed for the nearest toilets. Just as Sam left, Louie and I walked into the toilet and pissed side by side on the urinal, we could see by each others faces that we felt so relived to have finally been able to piss in a toilet and not on ourselves!
This will be a collection of stories and will act as a sort of sequel to my previous Maid-Sama story.  Please feel free to comment and tell me what you like, what could be better, and what you would like to read about as I might include it in one of the stories in this collection.  Now without further ado, the first story of my collection. Story 1: The Boat Trip It was the beginning of summer vacation and Misa was excited at the prospect not having to deal with her duties as student council president at her school.  Since Maid Latte was to undergo much needed renovations, the boss had invited all the employees to accompany her to a distant relative’s hot springs inn where they would be helping out for the next month.  The inn was located on a small island that was part of a chain of islands just off the coast of Japan.  It was finally the day to depart and Misa was the first one at the dock where the boat to island was already waiting.  As she was checking emails on her phone she did not notice that she was no longer alone.  “Hey Prez, I see you’re the first one here as usual,” said Usui. “What are you doing here?” asked a clearly startled Misa.  “This trip is for Maid Latte employees only.” “Relax Misa-chan,” said a female voice from a distance.  The voice belonged to her boss Satsuki Hyoudou.  “Since Usui is always helping out in the kitchen when we’re short staffed I thought it would be only right to invite him along.”  She then walked over to Misa and whispered in her ear, “Plus this little tropical getaway would be the perfect chance for you two to get closer.” Misa’s face went beat red.  “Why would I want to get closer to Usui?  He’s a pervert and a stalker whose always teasing me.” “Oh come-on Prez, I only tease you because I like you,” said Usui with his puppy-dog eyes. “You know you should be a little nicer to him since he is always helping you,” Satsuki playfully scolded.  Before Misa could respond, the other girls arrived and Usui began to load their bags onto the ship. Just as the ship was about to depart, three voices shouted out, “WAIT FOR US!!!”.  The voices belonged to the Idiot Trio: Naoya, Ikuto, and Ryūnosuke. Naoya reached the boat first.  Gasping for breath he said, “Thank God you didn’t leave without us.” As the other two reached the boat, Misa gave all three an icy stare and said coldly “What the hell are you three doing here?” “We’re coming with you,” responded Ikuto. “It’s our prize for winning the Maid Latte trivia contest last week,” said Ryūnosuke. “Okay boys,” said Satsuki.  “Please hurry up and get onboard so we can depart.” “You can’t possibly be serious!” complained Misa. “They won the contest fair and square,” said Satsuki.  “We must award them the prize they earned. However, if they try to do anything inappropriate they will be sent home and banned from Maid Latte for life.” “I guess that’s fine” said a defeated Misa as the Idiot Trio boarded the ship.  A few minutes later the ship left the dock and began making its way for the island.  Misa turned to her boss and asked, “How long is the boat trip anyway?” “About six hours,” replied Satsuki.  She turned to everyone and said, “I brought plenty of refreshments for the boat ride so please take as much as you want.  Also, if you need to use the restroom, there is one below deck.  Now let’s all relax and have a good time.”  With that, everyone moved to the front deck of the ship and basked in the warm sun and cool ocean breeze. Three hours into the trip the ocean became rougher and as a result Naoya was stricken with severe sea sickness and had to hold himself up in the ship’s only bathroom.  Misa was on the deck of the ship with everyone else.  She had just finished up her fourth can of tea and was beginning to regret her decision.  As she got up she felt a surge of pain in her bladder that caused her to lose her balance.  As she fell forward, Usui caught her in his arms.  “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m fine,” replied Misa.  “I just really need to get to the restroom.”  After regaining her balance, she made her way below deck to the restroom.  She knocked on the door. “Hold on,” said Naoya.  As Misa waited for the door to unlock she heard the sounds of someone stricken with seasickness and the flush of a toilet.  “I’m sorry, but it’s going to be awhile,” said Naoya.  Feeling bad for Naoya, Misa decided to head back to the front deck and patiently wait for him to come out. “Are you feeling better?” asked Usui as Misa returned to the front deck.  Misa nodded her head, her thoughts fixated on trying not to wet herself.  She managed to last another thirty minutes before the first few drops leaked into her panties.  Realizing that she was about to make a mess on the deck, she shot upward and with great pain began to make her way to the back of the ship.  She made it about half way to the back of the boat when she leaked again. She watched her horror as a few drops hit the floor.  Not having anything to else to clean the mess with, she hiked up her skirt and removed her now soiled panties.  She then proceeded to get down slowly on her knees and wipe up the tiny puddle on the floor with the now yellow-stained white panties.  All the while she prayed that no one would see what she was doing.   She finished cleaning just in time to notice that Usui was standing a few feet away from her.  “How much did you see?” asked an embarrassed Misa, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me you still had to go?” asked Usui as he walked over to her.  Hearing footsteps coming up from behind the door leading out to the side of the ship, Usui snatched the soiled panties from Misa’s hand and tucked it in the pocket of his cargo pants.   The door opened as the non-seasick members of the Idiot Trio came out from behind the door.  “Is Naoya still in the bathroom? asked Usui.  “Yeah” replied Ikuto.  “From the sound of it, it could still be awhile.”  Luckily the two left without saying anything more. Usui turned to Misa and picked her up saying, “You were heading for the back of the ship right?”  I’ll take you there.”  Misa was too embarrassed to say anything back but she was glad that Usui was there to help.  As they reached the back of the boat Usui said, “You should relieve yourself over the side of the ship.  I’ll stand guard to make sure that nobody sees you.”  As he turned around, he felt a tug on his t-shirt.  As he turned to face Misa, he saw that her face was red and that she couldn’t look at him directly. “I need your help,” said Misa.  “It’s just that I’ve never peed over the side of a boat before and I’m worried that I might fall overboard.” “Alright,” said Usui.  “The first thing you need to do is to sit on the edge of the ship while facing the ship itself.”  Misa tried to do as he said but moved a little too far.  As she began to fall backwards, Usui grabbed her and pulled her tightly into his chest.  The fear from almost falling overboard caused Misa to leak again, this time on Usui’s sandals. “I’m so sorry,” said Misa. “It’s alright.  I’m just glad your safe,” replied Usui.  “I think I have a safer idea for how to go about this.”  He then instructed her to sit on the edge again accept this time she would be facing the ocean with her legs swinging over the side of the boat.  Usui then came up behind her and wrapped both his arms around her abdomen so that he could keep her from falling.  Misa realized what she was supposed to do next.  She lifted up her skirt and spread her legs while leaning back against Usui’s chest. “Could you turn your head the other way?” asked an embarrassed Misa.  Usui did as she asked.  Misa then felt the flood gates open as a three-foot jet of piss arched out from between her legs and slammed into the ocean below.  She watched in amazement as her piss caused the ocean to foam more than it already was.  Then without realizing it she let out a moan of relief.   She quickly turned her head to see if Usui had heard it and to her shock she saw that the side of his face was beat red.  She turned her head to face the ocean again in order to hide her extreme embarrassment.  Her jet-like arc lasted about three and a half minutes before tapering off into a few small spurts and then ceasing altogether.  As Misa finished up, she felt one of Usui’s arms leave her for a second and as she turned to see what was going on, Usui handed her a tissue from his pocket.  Misa blushed as she grabbed the tissue and cleaned herself up.  She then pulled her skirt back down and allowed Usui to pull her back into the boat. As Misa’s feet hit the deck, she heard a voice from behind say, “Ahem”.  Both Misa and Usui turned around to see her boss and hew fellow female coworkers standing behind them.  All of them were holding the crotches and doing some variation of the potty dance.  “Do you think you two could help us as well?” asked a desperate Satsuki.  In the end Misa was forced to help all the Maid Latte members relieve themselves over the side of the boat while Usui stood guard so that the Idiot Trio would not try to sneak a peek.  Before the girls left for the front deck, one of the girls who had been wearing a swimsuit underneath her clothes took off her shorts and gave them to Misa to wear under her skirt since it was windy on deck and going commando in front of a bunch of guys was not a good idea.  As the other girls left, Misa turned to thank Usui only to get a full view of him relieving himself over the side of the boat.  It was her first time seeing a guy’s junk and she could’t help but stare. “And you call me the pervert,” said Usui, having noticed that Misa could see everything from where she was standing. “IDIOT!” yelled Misa as she ran off with an embarrassed look on her face.  If she had turned around she would have seen Usui with a hand covering his face in embarrassment for having the girl he loved see his junk and run away.  When he finished up and went back to the front deck, neither he nor Misa could make eye contact with each other.  Things would stay this way throughout the rest of the boat trip and into the first night of their stay at the inn, where summer adventures were about to begin.
(I'll try to make this one long) Mawile was driving. The speed limit was 60, but she was going at 75. She had to pee, badly. She had been waiting since breakfast to go. But everything had stopped her. She had to go when she woke up, but she was late. So she didn't have time tk reileve herself before she left...then at lunch, her jobs restroons were closed for cleaning. At this point she was bursting. She drank the last quart of water from the bottle and hit the accelerator hard.  Her bladder ached and throbbed in pain, she clenched her knees tightly together and was sweating fast. She drank 3 bottles of water today. Which she was regretting deeply. She was still 20 minutes away from home. She wasn't gonna make it. Red light. She clenched her knees tightly and shoved her hands between her legs as her waited for the light to change. Bladder about to burst. If she had to gauge it, she would be at 98% The light changed to green, she stepped on the gas! A police Pokemon saw her speeding. She was forced to pull over.  Mawile tried her best to hide her desperation, the Furret officer went to her window. "Ma'am, I'm gonna have to see some identity". She put her knees tighter together and reached into her purse and pulled out her Driver's license. The furret studied it. She took the time to jam her hands between her legs again, pressing against her pee hole trying to keep it all in. The Furret have her back ger license and let her off with a warning. She quickly drove and realized she wasn't gonna make it home. Then she got a ring on her phone.  Red light.  She put one hand between her legs and picked up the phone. "Hello?". She said trying not to sound desperate. It was Wigglytuff her manager. "Hey! We need some help back here, can you work a little over time?". Mawile was closer to work than home.  "Ok! I'll be there in a minute". She said. She then turned and drove to her job, at this point she had to keep one hand on her crotch at all times, and one hand on the wheel.  She made it to her office! She quickly parked her car. She almost wet herself right then and there at the car stopping and parking. She ran out the car and locked it. Then ran over to the door and rushed inside. She went to the ladies room, locked! She jammed her hands between her legs again and bounced and squirmed wait for the person to come out. "Come on! Come on!". She whinned as she felt a few drops leak.  A toilet flush was heard. Knowing that she was so close to the toilet made the leakage worse. Eventually, a Dewott came out the bathroom looking at Mawile with a confused expression. Mawile dashed into the bathroom, closed the door, and sat on the toilet immediantly relieving her bladder. She sighed in relief as everything she drank exited her body. She had never felt better. After about 1 minute, she finished. She flushed the toilet and got up and washed her hands. Then she walked out. Wigglytuff greated her. "Glad you could make it". She said. "I owe you one". Mawile nodded and smiled. Knowing that the boss owed you was a good feeling. She walked up to her office and sat in her chair. Mawile was an office worker, filing bills and taxes and sending emails and such.  She got herself 3 bottles of water from the cooler she kept. She opened one a drank half of it. Then she typed on her computer. About an hour later she had finished 2 and a half of her waters. Her stomach then growled. She giggled slightly. "I guess I haven't eaten much today". She said to herself and continued typing. Later, she had finished the last half bottle of water. And her stomach growled again. But it wasn't from hunger. "If it's not hunger...what is it?". She wonder. Then she felt a small twinge in her bladder. She pressed her hands against her belly. "Oh boy...I think I gotta tinkle again...". She knew her boss didn't like people taking breaks before scheduled times. So she decided to hold it. After about an hour, she finished her work. But there was still time till her overtime shift ended. She put her hands back on her belly, which ached abit now. "I really gotta go now....but I can hold it..". She thought. Usually when she finished work, she'd play games on her computer. Which is what she did to take her mind off her bladder. She sorta rubbed her legs together and put her hands on her belly once in a while to ease the pressure. She realized that she was desprate. So she put one hand in her crotch. Then her stomach growled again. It was painful now. She pressed her hands against her now swollen tummy. The pain was bad, but still somewhat bearable. She crossed her legs trying to hold it all in. There was still 1 hour left in her shift. She wasn't gonna make it. She knew that. But she tried anyway. An hour later. She was clutching her pee hole hard with her legs crossed. She bite her tounge to stop from moaning. She heard Wigglytuff's voice on the intercome. "Attention all overtime workers, your shifts are now over, thank you". She got up and dashed down to the restrooms. But to her horror....there was a line! The girls in the line looked almost as desprate as her. But she knew she couldn't wait. She she rushed out to her car. Started it up. And drove quickly.  But then the thing that she feared most occured. A traffic jam. She knew she was not gonna make it now. She looked for some sort of container. Bottle. Something! But to no avail. She felt a spurt. She tried to hold on. Her aching belly paining her. She felt another spurt. And slowly felt a stream start. She didn't try to stop it since she knew it was pointless. She just cried as her car got soaked in urine. And cried the rest of the drive home. ---- Well. I hope you guys enjoyed this one! It's longer, so it should be more enjoyable. Bai! =3
// authors note: I have not honestly done this in such a long freaking time and while this might not be one of the best stories you guys are probably used to seeing on here I kind of wanted to give this a try and see if I can do it. I'm not a person who can create a great story by any stretch but I'm gonna give it a shot the second time around and hopefully I do better than last time. // //Authors note 2: this story is focused on young girls attempting to use a urinal for the first time. Krito or any staff reading this, please don't give me another warning point where I don't deserve it. This time I'm covering my bases by putting this note in here.// ----------------------------------------------- Now with that out of the way let's begin the story okay. Please bear with any plotholes or incomplete descriptions of any of the girls as I haven't really done something like this in a very long time. ----------------------------------------------- Welcome to the city of Los Angeles, a play place for the rich and famous, a city of lights and sounds, a city where if you could make it there, you could make it anywhere, a city of dreams. These were all things that describes this magnificent city in the southern part of the state of California. Now California with all its beaches and everything else it had to offer was still a state in the end but it had the most land of all the other 50 states and it was situated on the west coast which meant it was usually an hour or two behind every one else time wise.  As we wind through the city going through some of its famous streets like Hollywood boulevard, etc. We come across a small tightly knit group of girls, now in a city as famous as long Angeles and sometimes more importantly Hollywood, these girls would be nothing more than specs on people's radar, but this group were going to try and attempt something that not most girls would even try and attempt. These two girls, best friends since early childhood were going to attempt to pee standing up in a urinal. into a now as you probably know, the anatomy of a female compared with a male is pretty significant in the chest and between their legs but these girls had been wanting to try something like this for a long time and it took them a lotta nerve just to even work up the courage to even attempt this little idea of there's. These girls were both the age of say 14, not too young by any stretch of the imagination but also not teenagers either, they were one year away from being teens and that made them a little excited.  So, who are these two girls and what are their names you ask? Well friend I'll tell you: The first girl with pale skin and ocean blue eyes and har that was as black can get is named Sarah. She is a average build girl for a 14 yr old but nonetheless important. The second girl with a medium build, same skin tone as her friend and shoulder length dyed hair of blue with a mixture of red and black in it, was named Analise. These two girls were both best friends, they had been best friends since childhood, having sleepovers together and doing what every best friend pair did together.  Today however they were going to attempt to pee standing up in a urinal of all things, they had seen their brothers doing it, so they figured why not let themselves try. Though they were gonna need to have their bladders full before they even attempted to try such a task, which luckily they pretty much did at the moment. The girls were at Analises house, her mother worked full time at a talent agency so she was always out of the house, only coming into sleep for a few hours and check on the family before leaving again, her house had something that most LA homes didn't and probably never would, with the uniqueness of clients that her mom dealt with on a almost daily basis sometimes an unorthodox approach was the best approach when designing a bathroom and oh boy was this bathroom semi-unorthodox to say the least.  Sarah and Analise were in her room and they were just laying on the bed and chatting about things, that is until they started to feel their bodies send more regular warning signals to them that they might want to try and empty their bladders soon. So they decided they had waited long enough for their attempt and got up from the bed going together into the bathroom. When they entered it they immediately went straight for the shiny porcelin urinals sitting near a window on the far side of the bathroom. The bathroom was about the size of a loft bathroom with a tub that acted as a Jacuzzi, the girls loved this one most of all but didn't really use it as much as they used to because they were too old to be bathing together. When they reached the urinals they were both giddy with anticipation but also were a little bit on edge and unsure of how to go about their endeavor, until that is their bladders sent them a little reminder of how much time they might have left before it chose for them so they hastily stepped up luckily there were two urinals there that they both could use so they each took one stripping their pants and panties down to their feet and adjusting their hips so that they would be able to get their pee into the bowl, they had been practicing doing all this way before they had even tried to attempt to per in a urinal, though their first attempts at peeing standing up were...less than successful but after a while of practicing and pretty much peeing together whenever they could helped out a lot most definitely. So with bladders primed and positions ready they looked at each other quickly but quickly turning back to focus on the targets of their per and slowly relaxed the muscles that were firmly holding their pee in place until their muscles were completely relaxed and after about sixty seconds of waiting Sarah started to feel her pee rushing through her bladder into her labia and soon spurting out a tiny gush of pee into not the urinal but her lowered pants, at first, she silently cursed herself before figuring out the problem and adjusting herself and her aim before another spurt let go and hit the urinal this time. As Analise heard the familiar sound of liquid meeting porcelin, her body also started spurting though on her first attempt her spurt also landed in her lowered pants and she adjusted herself and her aim just like Sarah had before the next spurt hit the urinal. Both girls were extremely happy at the outcome of this and soon enough after four more spurts each into the urinal both of their streams got started. Once their stream got started though they couldn't help but both be super happy about this and just enjoyed the feeling of their streams leaving their body and hitting the inside of the urinal with occasional splashbacks but for the most part their pee sprayed noisily into the urinals. After about an hour and a half (they had both drank 5 very large soda bottles about a couple gallons each) and giggling all the while they felt themselves starting to reach the end of their little adventure and forced the rest out. Once their were done they returned to a normal stance and pulled up everything before going over to the sink and washing their hands and drying them before high-fiving each other.  //thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoyed. If you all did enjoy this and wanna see more of this story then please feel free to say so.// Edited January 4, 2018 by DespLover9021 (see edit history)
// Authors note: The previous entry was supposed to be the first chapter, this entry will give you guys who have read this a little bit more background on how the two girls came to even wanting to even attempt at using a urinal standing up or even peeing standing up for that matter. // //Authors note 2: again please bear with any plot holes or incomplete descriptions I will do my best to write a more realistic story. // "Oh my god, I have to pee so bad! Jake! hurry up!" Cried out a girls voice from outside the door to the bathroom. The cry coming from outside belongs to Sarah and she is in desperate need of a toilet, She had tried to get into the bathroom before her brother had managed to trick her into letting him go first and now she was regretting it very much so and continually pounded on the door until he would open up and let her in. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to have her mom give her a large glass of lemonade with her breakfast this morning, but she had wanted to just be done with breakfast so she could go and meet Analise at her place so they could hang out. Analise was Sarah's best friend in the whole world, they had been best friends since the first time they met when both of them had been unfortunate enough to have been both desperate at the same time in kindergarten and both having to ask to relieve themselves but being denied by the teacher and having an accident at the almost exact same time. Since then they had both discovered that they had many things in common with each other and had decided to be friends. As Sarah continued to wait outside the door and pound on the door for her 16 yr old brother Jake to hurry up in the bathroom, She couldn't help but wonder what the heck he was doing in there. Finally after a few more tense moments in which Sarah almost lost control of her bladder because of her stupid brother not hurrying up, he finally let her in and went to her room teasing her as he left saying "Jeez Sarah your what 14 and you can't even hold your pee in for like five minutes? Your such a baby you know that?" She was about to retort but she felt her hold loosen for a second and dashed inside the bathroom and got her pants down and on the toilet before her bladder completely gave in and a geyser's worth of pee came flooding out of her, as she sat there sighing from the relief she just wondered if there was another way to go about doing what her brother seemed to be able to do so easily standing up.  One she was finished with her business she stood up, wiped and pulled everything back up and went to wash her hands in the sink before she went to her room and collected the things she would need to bring with her whenever she went out to her friends place. Once she was sure she had everything she went to the door and told her mom she was going to Analise's house before she opened the front door and walked out to her friends place. Analise on the other hand had still not gotten her relief yet and was continuing to pound on the door waiting for her brother to open the door. Once he finally managed to do so and she peed, she came out and went to her room and quickly picked up and folded her clothes all nice like and what not and waited for Sarah to come and ring the doorbell. Though she started to have a thought about maybe being able to pee in a way that her brother and all boys managed to do so easily and not have to worry about things like a dirty toilet, etc. Soon though she heard the doorbell ring and her mom answered it letting Sarah know where Analise was and Sarah climbed the stairs to Analise's room before knocking and being allowed to enter the room. "Hey Analise, I'm so glad i was able to come over today otherwise i would have been sooo bored at my place. My mom is being such a pain, you have no idea." She said as she sat down next to her friend and put down what she was carrying with her. "Hey Sarah glad you could come and I know I feel the same way, but at least my mom isn't being like yours at the moment now is she?" She asked her friend as she looked at her for a moment her blue eyes staring into her friends black ones. "So, what do you wanna do today? I was kinda thinking we could take a walk and maybe go to the mall if your okay with that?" Sarah asked her friend as she then added "Or we could take a walk over to sunset boulevard and take the bus to Hollywood?" She wondered if her friend would wanna do one of those things with her. You see both of them living in as famous as a city such as Hollywood and Los Angeles for that matter kinda had its perks sometimes. Analise thought for a moment, while the concept of being able to walk around Hollywood boulevard for a few hours for like the 23rd thousandth time sounded appealing to her and going to the mall also seemed to appeal to her, she really wanted to just stay home and just be on her computer for a while. "Nah, lets just say here today, besides, we can both catch up on the episodes of our favorite show." She said as she looked at her best friend hoping this was okay with her as she wasn't much of an outdoors person as much as she would like to convince herself that she was. "Okay then." Said Sarah as she sat on the chair that she always sat in when she came over to her friends place and waited for the show to be started from the computer. When the show was started and they watched there happened to be a scene where a guy walked into the bathroom and stood up peeing into a toilet cause he had been waiting a long time to pee but his gf hadn't let him go because she wanted to spend time with him. This scene seemed to trigger the thought they had both been having before they had gotten to talking and stuff. Sarah decided to go first "Hey Analise, you know I've been wondering, is there another way for girls like us to maybe be able to relieve ourselves like the boys do?" She asked as she looked at her friend who had heard the question and responded "you know I have been wondering the exactly the same thing. I mean it would make things so much easier at times you know what I mean?" Analise waited for a response from her friend before she heard Sarah say "yeah, there has to be other ways for us girls to be able to pee and not have to worry about whether we're gonna get our butts dirty if we sit on a not clean toilet, etc. " She said as she asked "Analise, are you thinking what I am thinking?" Before the response of "Yeah I am." came and they looked to each other. "All right then lets try it and see how it goes." Sarah said as she picked up a unopened can of soda and handed it to Analise before she grabbed her own and opened it drinking it down and feeling the liquids rush down her system and the sugar keeping her awake. Analise opened the can of soda and drank hers down before she got two more cans of soda for them before she sat back down and opened hers and letting her friend open hers and drinking it down, soon after about a couple more cans of soda and sitting through another few episodes of the show they were watching, both girls were feeling their bladders at full levels and both got up walking to the bathroom together. When they got inside the bathroom both girls stood wondering which of them should try going first or if both should just share the same toilet, in the end though both decided to share the toilet as they walked over and dropped their pants to their feet standing on opposite sides of the toilet their pelvic muscles facing each side of the toilet. "How should we aim though?" Analise wondered as she tried to get her posture right so that she didn't wet her friend or miss the bowl completely and wet her clothes. Eventually both girls decided on a slightly bent legs posture and deciding it might be best if they both curved their backs and soon enough they were off to the races as their pee seemed to leave through their pee holes and instead of hitting the bowl like both expected, their streams seemingly only made it halfway and their arcs curved downwards wetting the floor in front of each girl and creating a puddle that seemed to soon wet their lowered pants and they both looked shocked, after all this was the first time they had tried something like this so they were bound to fail on their first attempt, as their pee hit the floor and continued to create a puddle in front of each of them, they couldn't help but feel like they were missing something.  Soon enough they both finished off and both girls were left to just pull up their pants and each one take turns in the shower while the other waited. Once both girls were clean and dry and back in their room they talked about what had happened in the bathroom. "Man, that was much harder than I thought it would be." Said Sarah as she sat there in freshly clean pants and underwear. "I know right, I thought that we would both at least be able to be on the same level as the guys do." Analise said as she looked at her friend "Maybe we just have to try harder and practice on our techniques?" Asked Analise as her friend nodded "Yeah maybe we should just both practice when we are together and eventually we will master it and then we can go for the big target, a urinal." She said with a glint of want in her eyes. "Yeah lets do it!" Analise said. // Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and maybe if people want more I shall give more, hope this was better than the last one.//
CHAPTER 1 Alanna was a swim captain for her college’s swim team.  She mastered the sport long ago, out swimming other girls, boys, hell even her coaches.  There was even one time in high school she smoked something funny and hallucinated another version of herself in the pool and beat her as well.  Her secret: well just like her two friends and teammates in the car, they drank plenty of fresh water.  They each tried to get a gallon inside themselves a day.  “Delicious,” Alanna said, throwing an empty bottle past the backseat and behind into her car’s trunk. She was driving.  She licked the last drops off of her lips slowly.  “Mmm.” She wore a tight, blue swimsuit.  Over it right now was a short, tight t-shirt,white of course.  Her friends wore the same over their suits.  Alanna sat next to Lexi.  Lexi wore a tight purple suit.  Both girls were sort of tan.  But Lexi’s attitude was anything but a single shade.  You could not know whether this girl was going to open her mouth to bitch at you from here to there, or if she would be all sweet and nice.  Today, was not the sweet and nice.  Lexi texted her boyfriend (they were back together after breaking up for the fourth time…fourth time last week, they have been dating for two months) and typed in angry emojis after every single word.  “Fuck him, fuck his mother, and fuck the two of you,” Lexi said, pointing to her two friends in the car. “The fuck we do?” Alanna asked.  She held her belly as a slight pressure started to expand inside her.  Lexi said, “Because, I see those looks you two give me.  You see me having an argument with Tim, and you’re judging me without knowing what we’re talking about.” Alanna asked, “What are you-AH-talking about?”  A slight pressure once again expanded inside.  It was like a quick shock that made her screech just then.  “What, do you have to pee too?” Lexi asked.  Her bare legs were crossed, folding nicely over each other as her foot dangled and waved.  “Cause I sure do!” “Me three,” said Sarah, the third friend in the car.  Being a swimmer as well, she wore a tight purple and orange suit that went down to right above the knees and tightened over her muscular legs.  Her suit was so tight she could barely cross her legs.  And she REALLY needed to. “Maybe we should pull over,” Alanna said.  She looked out for the next exit, and as it came up, she took it. “There’s a place,” said Sarah, pointing to a building on the left side of the road.  It was a gas station.  Very old it looked like, with only one pump.  All three girls got out of the cars pulling on their shirts and short shorts to straighten them out, and suddenly, all three bounced in place for a brief second.  They all drank two bottles of water in the car, on top of the other three they had back at home during their morning workout at the gym.  Their bladders had a lot of water in them in the form of yellow, warm pee.  As they walked into the gas station with their backs straight up, arms tight on their sides and squeezing their lesg together they pushed one another out of the way in hopes to be first in grabbing the bathroom.  Sarah had always been the fastest on ground, and she sprinted up to the counter and alerted the cashier. “Excuse me!” Sarah said, catching her breath.  “We need the bathroom.  Look if we have to buy something or whatever I can pay I got the money, just-.” “WHOA!” the cashier, an older gentleman said.  “You can use the bathroom.  But I hope you don’t need the toilet, only the sink works.  The plumbing for the toilet clogged up with sewage waste.  This damn place is old and should’ve taken care of it sooner I guess.” All three girls dropped their jaws.  Their legs turned inwards at the knees as their crotches shut tight.  “You’re fucking kidding me,” Lexi said.  Her hands on her waist as her foot tapped aggressively.  Clearly she was growing VERY desperate to PEE!  “Afraid not.  Sorry girls.” All three girls moaned and left the station.  They got in the car and drove off. They were running out of time.  They tried a burger place and a bar.  The burger place had an out of order for their bathrooms, and there was a line at the bar (it’s the afternoon, why were so many freaking people at the bar???).  “Ok,” said Alanna.  “Can you girls like not wet my seats, please?”  Alanna was bouncing in her seat, hands holding onto her crotch.  The other two girls were squirming with intense desperation as well as a hot pain stabbed into their lower bellies, into their bladders.  THEY HAD TO PEE BAD! “Fuck we going to do now?” Lexi said, clearly pissed (no pun intended). “H-H-hold it I guess,” Sarah said, struggling to say anything due to her growing pee desperation. The finally made it to the swim meet.  It took them a while to find a parking spot.  Lots of other swimmers and supporters of all the competitors in this meet came.  Poor Sarah had her hands deep in her crotch, plugging up her pee hole as she tried to block the ocean that boiled inside of her from exploding out.  She was also squirming in her seat as she held herself.  Her hips moved left to right.  Her eyes closed for a brief moment as she tried to think of anything else. “SARAH!” yelled Lexi.  She pulled Sarah by the wrist out of the car.  “We have to get going.”  Lexi’s blonde hair waved back and forth as she bounced from foot to foot.  “Ooooooh.  And so do I!” The three girls ran into the pool center building with their legs tight together, only able to run in tiny step so they could hold their muscular butt cheeks and vagina together and hold it all in. They jogged in place as they looked left and right to find the bathroom on the map of the center.  They ran down the hall and almost fainted from the horrors of what they saw: a line!  At least a dozen girls outside the bathroom door, and then there was the line going around a wall so who knows how long it was?  Son of a bitch! “I can’t wait that-that long!” said Sarah in a panic, unable to form a complete sentence.  “Well…oh…ah…” Lexi struggled.  “I h-h-have to.”  She got in line.  Alanna right behind her.  The intercom made an announcement, “Attention Swimmers!  Round A swimmers, please report to the pool for your race.  Round A swimmers.” That was Sarah.  She cried a little and bit her lips.  Alanna and Lexi mourned for their friend as she stumbled away in pain. Sarah stood in her tight swimsuit.  Her swollen bladder had pushed inside her from it.  It felt like a brick thrown one after the other into her lower belly.  She was so sore and bent over part away holding herself.  “Swimmers!” said the referee.  “On your diving boards.” Sarah was last to get on top of hers.  She placed knees on the board, plugged herself up with one hand in her crotch, and stood up. “I cccccan’t h-hold it,” she cried.  She felt herself starting to leak.  Making a mess down there.  “On your mark…get set…GO!” and the referee shot his gun into the sky and made the swimmers dive.  The sound of a gunshot shocked Sarah so much she popped.  Pee exploded out of her, staining her swimsuit.  She fell over crying.  A puddle formed around her of her own urine.  People looked at her, and she heard laughter.  This was so embarrassing.  She was an adult, this should NOT have happened. TO BE CONTINUED…
CHAPTER 2 “What was that?” asked Alanna, still squirming in line next to her friend Lexi who bounced up and down just trying to survive. “Sounded like a scream,” Lexi said. Then they saw her: Sarah!  Poor, young Sarah, she ran down the hall past her friends, still leaking all over the place.  A thin, yellow stream formed behind her.  She was still going, and could not stop.  She held her crotch tight, sniffed through her tears as she cried from the humiliation.  “Sarah wait!” Alanna yelled.  She placed out a hand, but Sarah pushed it away.  As for Lexi, seeing Sarah’s stream of pee only made thing worse for her.  Lexi was at the point of no return, and knew she was about to explode any second.  “Eeeeeeehh!” she moaned.  Lexi looked to the side and saw the men’s room no longer had a line (typical).  She gulped, formed an angry grin across her face as she already started to turn red.  Her legs were crossed and twisted around each other as she bounced.  It was now or never.  “Fuck this!” Lexi said.  She ran into the men’s room. As her bad luck had it, all the stalls were occupied.  “Shit!”  There were a couple of spare urinals open for her if she dared.  “Oh for crying out fucking loud.”  The men in the room smiled as they felt their little friends between their legs grow at the excitement of watching this girl basically strip in front of them.  “Oh screw all you pervs!”  Lexi picked a bar of soap in the urinal, clearly not disturbed by the contents that infected it, and tossed it hard at one of the guys in their junk.  He fell to his knees letting out deep breaths.  “Oh crap.”  She pulled at her bathing suit.  Between being tight as hell already to show off her rock hard, sexy, hot beach body and her bulging bladder, this thing would not pull down or to the sides.  Lexi pulled at it with all her power.  “Oh come on, come on, come on.”  Between the flushes from stalls, urinals, and the sinks pouring out water, her pulsing bladder eventually gave out.  “Oh no, oh no, NOOOOOO!”  BOOM!  Her bladder burst.  A stream for powerful it burned as it came out of the girl.  It flooded her swimsuit, and then shot out of the sides of her legs and formed two messy puddles of pee on the sides of her.  Lexi looked angry, but cried as well.  She covered the front of her face with her hands.  She ran away, but as her legs spread open from that, even more came out.  The men stared in joy seeing a sight too good to watch.  Alanna saw her friend run away as well.  “Oh,” Alanna said.  She mourned her two friends, but also her own need to go was growing more painful.  One pulse after the other shot up and down in her body.  They felt like stabs of intense pain that cut through her.  Like butter! “G-Gotta…h-h-hold on!” Alanna begged the heavens above for support.  She stuck out her tongue.  Whatever hydration she had was gone now and rocking around her bladder.  Her bladder had grown so much it pushed against her intestines and caused aches of pain.  “I hope I don’t crap myself too.”  She kept her legs crossed.  Every step she took had to be small and quick, and then cross those sexy legs again.  Her crotch held together tight.  “I can make it.”  She was slouched over a bit, grabbing her crotch so hard it hurt like a vice grip.  She heard the other women giggle at her dismay.  “Fuck you,” Alanna said, turning to her enemies.  Finally!  Alanna had reached the front of the line.  Four stalls.  She tried her best to ignore the sinks and flushes which destroyed Lexi not more than ten minutes ago.  She took heavy breaths.  She could NOT go through what her friends did.  NO!  Absolutely not!  Then, a stall opened.  Alanna gave it all up, ripped her suit opened, and saw the toilet.  Her escape.  Her freedom.  “Move bitch!” said another female swimmer who kicked Alanna out of the way.  A tall, tan Asian girl in a purple two piece.  “No!” Alanna said.  She could not lose.  Alanna shot up forward and pushed the bitch against the wall.  Just like any good girl fight each girl pulled each other’s hair.  The hot Asian girl put Alanna in a head lock.  Both girls were clearly desperate.  Each keeping their legs crossed during the fight and bouncing.  She tugged Alanna side to side, but Alanna, with her elbow, struck up into her opponent’s lower belly.  “Oh!” the Asian girl yelled.  “I’m going to pop.  I’m going to pop.” Alanna used this time to make it to the toilet, but she was again pulled away and thrown into the sinks.  The Asian girl gave her the middle finger as she shut the door and everyone heard her let out a moan of relief as what sounded like a Chinese waterfall roar from the stall.  Alanna, who held herself up on the sinks, accidentally turned them on by the sensors.  The water hit her hands and sent shivers down her spine, her eyes rolled back, and BOOM!  She was silent as everyone saw and laughed at this poor girl who let out a large puddle from under her.  The mess was intense.  As it leaked down her legs and into the puddle, all of it had sizzling bubbles that came with the pee from her boiling, bursting bladder.  Alanna tried to run, but slipped on her own pee.  That only shot more streams out, and was so bad it leaked outside the door, making those still in line clench to the side of the walls.  Alanna cried.  Lexi cried.  Sarah cried.  The janitor lost big time. THE END!
Connie was a beautiful, bright twenty year old blonde.  A white girl, but a little tan as it was summer and she and her friends were getting back from the beach.  It was such a hot day that Connie guzzled down probably half the bottles of water that brought in the cooler.  It was a fun day with her three friends and boyfriend who brought his buddy along.  She loved her boyfriend Bricks and all her friends.  But she was also a very self-conscience girl.   She had a rock hard, thin but nice beach body.  And her glasses were a sexy feature to guys she met so she never got contacts.  But she easily got embarrassed.  Her embarrassment caused massive panic attacks, she would cry, turn red all over, sweat, shake, all from humiliation.  So she tried to avoid situations that cause it. Which is why it really sucked with what happened today..... Connie only wore a black two piece swimsuit.  Her black bra tight around her big boobs and black panties that tightened in the center of her butt and went up the crack to show her butt cheeks.  Needless to say she noticed Bricks and his friend were trying hard to keep their boners down.  She laughed.  And they started to walk back to the car and head home.   “Today was a lot of fun,” Connie said. “Definitely!” Her friend Mary said.   That’s when Connie noticed her bladder pain had grown much worse.  She felt she had to go a little before, but now it was like a load pushing out of her.   “Ummm,” Connie started to shake.  She didn’t want to admit her need to go in front of her friends.  Embarrassing.  “Guys I think I’m going to grab something back at the snack bar quick since it’s a long ride home.” “I’ll come with you,” Bricks said. “No babe, go keep my seat warm.  I’ll get you something.”  Then Connie ran off, feeling her bladder pains increase.  Her legs tight as she took little steps and arms stuck to her sides.  She was tense. The kind of feeling one gets when they get closer to the bathroom knowing relief is there but then it’s at a point where they can’t go back.  “Oh I gotta pee, I gotta pee, I gotta—-Ah Shit!” To her horror, both bathrooms had out of order signs.  They were the only bathrooms in the beach.  Seeing the ocean and splashing waves near by only made the ocean in her bladder about to explode out of her.  She crossed her legs and bounced.  Started to sweat.  “Oooooh mannnnn!”  She bit her lips knowing she had to work fast.  She went under the boardwalk and got behind a pillar.  Her breathing was heavy as she started to pull her panties down about to pee in the sand.  The ride home was three hours she’d never make it.  Again she did not want to tell her friends to stop somewhere it was too embarrassing.  At last she knew she be getting release and smiled.   “Excuse me!” A voice shocked Connie from behind.  She quickly pulled her panties up, keeping every ounce of pee inside her still.  It was a hunky lifeguard.  This guy was ripped, and being so hot bad making her feel wet down there in her private area did not help her hold it.  She crossed her sexy tan legs tight.   “Ms. Were you about to pee on this pillar?” He asked. “What?!?  No no no no no!”  Connie faked a laugh as she barely held on to the load inside.  “I-I-I jjjust wanted to see if there were seashells around here that I don’t own yet.  Collecting that’s all.”  Her voice was louder than she thought due to what was happening.   “Are you sure?” the lifeguard asked.”you don’t have to go?” “Oh no me?!” Connies face covered in sweat and shook with crossed legs.  “Nah ah.  Not me!” “Ok well I was going to say-“ She could not take this anymore.  She had to go back to her friends or they would think she’s taking a crap instead somewhere.  “I’m sorry but I really have to go....TO MY FRIENDS!”  She have a final awkward laugh, fixing her glasses slipping off her face and ran off. The lifeguard looked puzzled and said, “I was just going to say we have another restroom over there.”  In the opposite direction Connie just ran, another men and women’s lavatory.  Open and ready for anyone. “Where the food?” Bricks asked “Um um um um um!” Damn.  Connie felt so stupid and started to turn red.  Her bladder ached so bad she had to hold onto the car to keep herself up straight. “Snack bar closed.  Babe let’s go.” “There’s no rush Connie I mean-“ “I want to have sex once we get back.”  They has only dated six months and Bricks was patient.  Nice guy, they did sleep in the same bed a couple times but no sex yet.  The guy of her dreams.  “Imagine all this without these,” She introduced her hot body.   Her boyfriend nearly fell over as all the blood left his head and went into his erected dick.  “LETS GO GUYS!”  That ride was the longest of her life. So painful as well.  Bumps all over the road making her bladder feel like it would explode any second.  She say her legs crossed and hands on crotch.  Actually one hand covered the other, as the other hand poked under her panties into her pee hole to plug herself up.  Connie felt like a boxer was taking one punch after the other into her gut she had to pee so bad.  She tried to stop shaking.  She really did.   “Babe you Ok?” Bricks asked. Mary looked to the backseat and saw Connie.  “You sick?  We can pull over-“ “No!” She yelled uncontrollably.  “I mean umm...I’m fine.”  She bit her lips and formed a fake smile feeling her bladder send off signals.  Red alert red alert!  EMERGENCY! One hour out of the three they had to drive passed.  Suddenly...SPURT!  Connie froze as a small leakage of pee shot out of her weakening crotch.  She hasn’t had an accident since she was a baby.  She was an adult for crying out loud.  You would think living in an apartment with parents, an Uncle and Aunt, two cousins, and three siblings and one bathroom would teach self discipline and control.  Nope!  She had come close many times to this day nearly wetting herself.  In front of her own family would be humiliating enough and cause her to die.  And they lived in the city in a building with huge condos and apartments for big families.  The only bathroom were those in the rooms.   Had she ever tried to cry when she had to wait in her Family bathroom line every morning?  Duh!  But they were a strict military Family.  You fight or fail on your own and clean up your messes (literally in that case).  One time she was bouncing aggressively up and down with her cousins and Dad in front of her in line saying she would burst.  They would not let her cut. This happened to her siblings and cousins at times when they were last in line. Everyone fought to build strength.  Luckily she made it that day.  Granted she was not in countdown time at that time.  She had not reached countdown time in years. “Merrr!” She moaned quietly as a surge of cramps shot through her legs from crossing them so hard and a bladder pulse that made her squirm side to side in her car seat.  Her leg cramp was so bad it felt like her calf muscles would pop out of the skin.  She had to keep them crossed.  Or she would explode! Bricks noticed his girlfriend crying a little and shaking.  It was clear what was happening.  “Babe do you have to pee?” Connie sucked on her lips as butterflies filled her stomach. “Wha-no.  Just migraines that’s all.” “You sure?  Not be mean but you know about that issue I have right?”  She remembered.  Pee and poop grossed Bricks out.  His last girlfriend was into omorashi and stuff like that and he thought it was nasty.  And she really liked this guy.  Her wetting did not mean he would break up with her, but it would be super embarrassing.  He was captain of the college football team. So if something like that happened it would no doubt get around school.   Connie tried to admit she needed to go, but it would not come out of her mouth as words.  This sucked!  She was going to ruin her new expensive bathing suit, probably be unable to walk for a while due to these leg cramps she wouldn’t stretch out, embarrass herself in front of her friends, boyfriend (ex MAYBE if she couldn’t hold it in) and be humiliated probably if word got out around campus.  SPURT!....another two small streams of leakage went down her leg.  Connie’s eyes widened as she literally felt her belly would explode open any second as massive cramps shot through it and sent shivers up her spine.  SPURT!  She couldn’t stop.  Another spurt of leakage.   Bricks friend turned to look at Connie sniffing.  “Dude do you smell something?”   Bricks noticed it too. Connies heart was beating so fast she heard it and felt it beat against her chest.  Her throat went dry.  COUNTDOWN TIME! Her body alarms went off.   Countdown time only happened when she was literally about to burst.  It was something her mom taught her as a kid when teaching her how to use the potty and it never failed.  She had 60 seconds left.  There were no exits. And she noticed they were stuck in traffic.  Cars all around them. “Ahhhh!” Connie cried as everyone looked at her shocked.  “Guys please I...oh no...” she wrestled to open the car door and run out but it wouldn’t budge.  Countdown time: 43..........38.....” SPUURT!  “No, no. No!  Mary unlock the doors!”  20........10......”No....argh!” She pulled her legs up to her chest and crossed at ankles.  It didn’t matter.  She fought and fought but it was a losing battle.  3....2....”Errgggh No...Oh NO!  CAN’T NOOOOOOOO!  PLEASE NOT HERE NOOOO!”  Poor Connie could not control her bladder any longer.  The force so strong it shot her legs open as hard streams of boiling pee that burned her crotch like fire shot out of her.  She could not regain control as everyone in the car backed away and saw their friend explode into an eruption off pee that went everywhere.  Seats, Windows....they all got out of the car and left Connie by herself as people in other cars stared and laughed.  She turned so red as a river blew out from under her.  Still coming!  Liters of pent up pee being released against her will.  Connies heart beats so fast she held her chest and cried harder than she ever had as she had the most embarrassing accident she ever had. Little did she know it would not be her last.  “Ooohhhhoooooo!  Why me?!!  Why God WHY!!!!”   “What the?” Connie awoke.  She was in her bed.  Her blonde hair all around her face, her tan body only having on a white t shirt and dark blue panties that rode up her ass.  Everything was dry.  She was home.  Bricks next Her in bed.  “It was....just a dream.”  That’s right she remembered.  They came back from the bar last night after drinking for hours.  They danced, laughed. Her boyfriend went to use the nasty bar bathroom and then they came home.  They went straight to bed.   “Hey babe,” Bricks said.  They kissed.  “You were squirming all night and yelled a couple times.  You ok?” “Bad dream Bricks.”  Thankfully it was all fake.  Every consequence she went over in her mind in that dream would happen...but luckily it she didn’t wet herself.  So for now she didn’t have to worry about doing something embarrassing in front of Bricks, having an accident in front of loved ones, probably needing surgery to fix her bladder.  She laughed.  Then she heard an alarm go off. There was no alarm in the room.  It was in her head.  “What the?....EEEEE!” Oh no.....COUNTDOWN TIME!  60....58....Connie grabbed her crotch hard as she suddenly felt all those drinks had caught up with her and filled her bladder to explosion point.  It hurt so bad and she could feel it coming.   Connie put on her glasses.  She leaped out of bed and felt a surge of pain shoot through her leg.  “AHH!”  She fell.  Bricks was barely awake.   “Babe what’s going on?” He asked getting up.   Connie looked and saw her foot.  Her toes crossed over one another and her calf swollen.  That was all a Dream last night, but it was influenced by things in her sleep.  She must have got a leg cramp last night and forgot.  COUNTDOWN TIME: 45....Connie had to go!   She pulled herself up from her dresser.  “Come on....i...g-gotta make it.  Or else I lose!”  She was already embarrassed with all this in front of Bricks.  She couldn’t imagine wetting herself next.  NO!  SHE COULD NOT PEE IN HER PANTIES!  Connie hopped on one foot towards her bedroom door. "Ow, ow, ow!"  34......33.....30 Her breathing heavy, heart racing.  But she felt a sigh of relief now that the toilet was only a couple doors down.   She grabbed the knob, her bladder sending painful pulses everywhere in her body.  "Almost there!"  25......24......23......Turned it, opened the door and ran out.......... .....and imminently bumper into her brother. “Watch it!” He said.   Connie said, “I’m sorry Jason I just gotta-NO!”  Jason, her two other siblings, cousins, Uncle and Aunt and mom all in front of her in a line where a couple other of them squirmed.  Connie was last in a long bathroom line.   "Babe?" Bricks called from the room.  Connie sweated, shook like crazy, her crotch on fire, belly having huge pulse like aches. “Umm Guys!” She panicked.  This can't be happening.......only it was.  She bounced in place.  “Guys can I cut please I just have to pee.”  No dice.  They all shook their heads as she knew the rules.  Not in front of everyone she would die of embarrassment.  “Guys.....Ummmm” Her arms crossed on her upper half as she rubbed her sides.  No use.  "I really REALLY gotta get in there.  I have to use the bathroom." She then grunted, "Come on."  She noticed Bricks behind her looking at her like this was all odd.  Her face turned red.  Then she grabbed her crotch hard and slouched over.............18...........15..... “Guys I can’t stop Countdown Time.  I’m on Countdown Time and can’t stop it.  Fighting a losing battle!  Guys, please, GUYS!”   Poor, poor Connie. THE END. Edited January 12, 2018 by Rick Dixon Added more (see edit history)
Anyone who took a glance at Evan Hansen could tell he was shy. Anyone. But it went deeper than that. His anxiety was the root of countless problems in his life; his communication skills, his eating, his sleeping, his relationships with those around him. The list went on. However, one insecurity hadn’t proven too much of a problem through his life, though it was quite an annoying. Paruresis.  It wasn’t necessarily a danger to his overall condition so he never managed to mention it to his therapist. This mean not receiving any coping mechanisms for it, which in turn led to some situations where he wished his home bathroom was more accessible it so far nothing serious had ever come up. Which is why he didn’t give it much thought when he wasn’t able to use the bathroom at home before school. He didn’t even bother mentioning it to Jared, who he assumed wouldn’t care anyway.  As he walked down the entry hall Evan started to feel a small amount of pressure in his abdomen, but it wasn’t hardly enough for him to acknowledge it yet, more of just an optional function. Well, less optional than he’d prefer it in any non-home situation. But it was in no way nothing he couldn’t deal with, he told himself. Still, as he walked to class his mind was racing thinking about the mount of liquids he had consumed and how long school was and the last time he had needed to pee badly and how much he had drank that time. He was so lost in thought he didn’t realize that he had taken the wrong hallway already, and that Jared had started to tag along beside him.  “Evan? Evan, you there?” The shorter bit snorted, waving a hand in front of his face.  Evan looked up suddenly, blinking as he started to pull himself out of his self-crated daze.  “Oh— yeah. Yeah, sorry.” He stammered our immediately. His hand went to the strap of his backpack, fingers rubbing at the seams immediately. “What were you saying...?” The conversation continued as their usual pre-class conversations did; somewhat one-sided, and pretty short anyway. Evan’s mind wandered and it wasn’t an easy thing to hide when it did. Luckily, Jared didn’t seem to mind just talking to no one about who knows what for five minutes. The kid had a lot in his system.  Eventually, however, the bell did ring and the two were forced to separate. Jared gave a wave and a spoken farewell and Evan, still wondering exactly how long the school day was, waved with his non-injured arm goodbye. The dull feeling in his lower regions had grown slightly stronger, he realized as he entered his first class of the day. He started to properly worry about if making it would be an issue for him, or if the feeling would half where it was and not bother him again.  He decided, after minimal thought, that the feeling would not halt as he knew he had drank more that morning than what had already filtered through, but that it wouldn’t lead to anything more than an uncomfortable urge by the end of the day.  What Evan didn’t realize, was how simply and horribly wrong he was. By third period, his mind was set solely on the contents of his bladder, thought it wasn’t nearly full yet. The urge was constant however, and if he were at home he would definitely be doing something about it right about then. But he wasn’t at home, and class was almost over. He resolved to hold it and not drink anything during lunch. Should be easy enough, right?  He was wrong.  He met up with Jared again during the lunch period. His mind had wandered too far off to pay attention to any of the rambling going on from Jared’s half of the conversation, simply nodding along with little “Mmhms” and “yeahs” on occasion. He hadn’t realized until it was too late what he had said yes to. Jared pulled the bottle of Pepsi out of the vending machine that the two had parked themselves in front of, handing it to him. Evan stood for a moment, almost feeling accused.  “Buddy? You there?” Jared snorted, setting he bottle in his hand. “Don’t worry about paying me back, I don’t really care.” He shrugged. “Thanks, Jared. I was pretty— pretty thirsty.” Evan cursed himself silently, but forced a weak smile as he opened the bottle. It fizzed up and over the rim to his hand, the cold liquid dripping down his fingers making his abdomen throb. The two made their way back to their table in the corner of the cafeteria, Evan sipping at the drink disdainfully as to not be rude the whole time.  ——— It was nearly the end of the day, and Evan had to go.  With how much he had drank that day (not to mention the soda that seemed to flow right through him),he was surprised he hadn’t soaked himself yet. Of course, he was only able to maintain this state by constant fighting in his desk, his legs crossed tightly and hand in a tight fist pressing at his thigh. He didn’t dare hold himself, however. He couldn’t bear the idea of someone knowing just how bad he needed to go. With only about 45 minutes left of class, He was determined to hold on. The occasional spasm between his legs told him otherwise, however.  In his position at the back of class, he was able to unbutton the fly of his khaki’s, giving his bladder a bit more room to expand. He sighed slightly, though his hips were still swiveling from side to side on occasion. His mind tended to wander in class, but not nearly his much. He could feel the pressure rising with every passing minute, and the soda was definitely hitting him now. He didn’t even notice the teacher’s voice until Jared elbowed him in the side, making him jump as pressure applied to his abdomen.  “Evan, I asked what some of the causes of the French Revolution were?” She raised an eyebrow, seeming to notice how uncomfortable he was. “I-I... Uhm, the levels of p-poverty at the time and the— the living conditions of the poor in comp—comparison to the rich.” He murmured, his mind aching to think about something other than the growing pressure in his bladder. He bit his lip hard as he teased nodded, turning back around. Jared began to notice how off Evan seemed, furrowing his brow and looking over to him. He tapped his shoulder, mouthing a quick ‘you alright?’ The answer, was of course no. But Evan didn’t want to make a big deal. He forced a smile, nodding and crossing his legs tight. There were five minutes of class left. Just five minutes more. Expect Evan knew that wasn’t true. He couldn’t use the bathrooms at school. He had about thirty more minutes with the ride home added on. He didn’t know how he was going to make it. But he was determined to. Jared absolutely knew what was going on by this point, though he didn’t understand why the hell Evan didn’t just use the bathroom after lunch. Evan was so focused on keeping it in, just holding it, holding it, that the sudden ring of the bell made him jump, as well as let out a spurt by mistake. He felt tears jump to his eyes as he felt the slight wetness in his underwear, looking down for just a moment. It hadn’t soaked to his pants just yet, but he knew it wouldn’t be long.  He swung his backpack over his shoulder and began the longest walk out of the school of his life. Every step or so, he paused, inhaling sharply and pressing his curled fist into his thigh to attempt to overcome an urge without holding himself. Evan seemed completely unaware of anything around him except the pulsing, burning, tingling sensation in his stomach. His eyes were as wet when he finally got outside of the school, as were his boxers. Jared approached from behind him, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder gently. Evan jumped, a spurt of piss shooting to his pants. It left a quarter sized stain on his khakis.  “Dude, I know what’s going on. Just go before you get on the bus, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing.” He cocked his head as Evan shook his.  “Jared, You— You don’t understand how much I can’t do that,” his voice was strained and his face bright red as he realized Jared had figured it out.  “Why not?” Came the confused response.  “It’s— it’s a thing. I can’t explain it. I just can’t. I need to get home.” He stammered, waddling to the bus. Jared followed close behind, not wanting to leave his friend behind.  “Well... I don’t understand but... I’m not just gonna leave you alone?” He tried, unsure what to say.  “T-thanks, Jared.” Evan’s response was muffled as he sat down in the back seat of the yellow vehicle. His legs were constantly jiggling and his hands were placed firmly at his sides. He squeezed his eyes shut as Jared sat by him. “Please don’t— I— I cant, don’t look..” He whispered, wiping his eyes quickly as he pressed a hand to his crotch. Jared stood, unsure what to do. He moved to he other side of the bus, not wanting to make Evan more uncomfortable.  Every little jolt of the bus made him squeak and whimper, his hands trembling at the sides of his thighs. The bus halted to a sudden stop at a light and all of he liquid inside Evan seemed to slam forward, resulting in a dribble from his tip. He gasped softly, tears gathering in his eyes as he pushed a hand between his legs and held himself. The pressure was unbearable and his bladder hurt so much. Even worse, the gasp seemed to attract the attention of other people on the bus, a couple people looking over their shoulder to get a glimpse of what was going on. Evan tried his best to put on a straight face, but the redness of his cheeks and the wetness of his eyes gave way to something else. He was unable to stay still at all anymore, his legs jiggling in front of him, crossing and uncrossing in a lame attempt to try and cover the wet spot that had leaked through the light khaki fabric.  “What’s going on with him?” Evan heard a whisper from a couple seats forward.  “I dunno. He’s in my math class and doesn’t say shit. Maybe he needs to piss or something.” Came the hushed reply. One of them turned around to look at Evan, not even trying to hide what he was doing. The kid snorted, sitting back down. “Yeah, he’s about to piss himself.”  Evan let out a weak whimper right then, squeezing his eyes shut and praying for this all to be a nightmare. He sniffled, biting his lip hard as he felt a drop work it’s way past his tip. He decided them that the one this worse than having to pee this bad, was people knowing he needed to pee this bad.  Five minutes ticked by like decades, and tears had escaped Evan’s eyes several times now. The houses around the neighborhoods started to look more familiar and he knew his stop was soon. The bus lurched to a stop two streets away from his and Evan stood up immediately. He closed his eyes and tried to hold his backpack in front of his crotch (unbeknownst to the fact that the wet spots were visible from behind as well) as he walked out of the bus, all eyes staring to him. Jared stood up and started to follow him, staying close behind in somewhat of an attempt to hide the small stains on the back of his pants. Evan stepped out of the bus onto the sidewalk on wobbly legs, waiting until he vehicle drove away completely before letting out a pained gasp and pressing his hands into his crotch. He was leaking almost nonstop now and he knew there was no way he was going to make it, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try.  Jared put a hand on his shoulder, causing yet another spurt of piss to shoot into his khakis in surprised.  “Hey, it’ll be okay, you’re gonna make it.”  “I’m not— I’m... I’m going to piss myself, it’s not gonna be okay...” Evan’s words slurred together with tears. The pressure in his abdomen had gotten painful and he wanted nothing more than to just let go.  “C’mon. Just walk, I’m not gonna leave you.”  Evan tried. He really did. He stayed just behind Jared, stopping every once in a while to squirm and grab himself, thankful no one was out in the cold that day. But not everything was possible.  The two stood in front of Evan’s house and he couldn’t move. He was so close, so close to relief and he couldn’t move.   “Evan, you’re almost there, see? Your house is right there.” Jared was sympathizing with Evan a bit too much, looking around himself in paranoia and hoping no one was there to see what he knew what was going to happen.  “I can’t— I’m pissing, I’m—“ His words broke off to a weak sob as he lost control completely, piss practically spraying out of him and staining his pants dark. He seemed to be paralyzed, his hands dig into his crotch as he peed and peed.  Jared watched in shock from only s few feet back, his mouth dropped open slightly. When the endless stream dribbled to an eventual stop, Evan couldn’t stop the quiet sobs from escaping his throat. Jared stepped up to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Ev. Ev, it’s okay. Let’s go inside. Your mom isn’t home, right? She works late today, I remember. It’ll be okay.” His voice was soft and caring, just a nice a whisper.  “Jared, it’s not— not okay... I just p-pissed myself. In front of you! It’s not okay, it’s not...” He hiccuped, hiding his face in his hands.  Jared stepped forward, reaching out and taking his hand gently. He led the trembling boy inside, gently prying his other hand away from his face. “It’s okay, just look at me, Ev.”  It took him a moment to comply, his fav weed and puffy from the sudden amount of crying.  “Why aren’t you mad at me?” He whispered, unable to think of a single reason why Jared hadn’t left. It earned him a sigh from the other.  “Evan, why the hell would I be mad? It was an accident, okay? It wasn’t that bad and now you’re home. And you can clean up and everything will be fine.” He spoke gently, unaware of his unusual the situation was to Evan.  “But— but they all saw me, they all saw me on the b-bus and at school, Jared, I don’t know what to do, I don’t think I can go back again—“ His sentence was cut short as Jared leaned in, kissing him gently. He really didn’t know where the action came from. It just seemed like the fastest way to get Evan’s attention away from his embarrassment. It seemed to work fairly well.  “You just— you... Why did you...?” Evan stammered, his cheeks a bright pink, looking all around him as if he was expecting someone with a camera to jump out.  “It’s not exactly a secret, Ev.” He offered a weak smile through a red face. “And I care about you. You don’t... Did you not like it?” Jared started to question himself before Evan shook his head suddenly. “No! No, I mean, yes. I mean— I liked it. I really really liked it.” Evan’s voice trailed off into a quiet, nervous whisper. “A lot.” Jared’s face lit up quite a bit, a wide smile across his face. “That’s... that’s really good. I liked it too. You knew that. Sorry.” He chuckled weakly, looking down and taking Evans hand gently.  “Wanna clean up?” “Y-yeah. Yeah, I think that sounds good.” Evan’s reply was hushed, and despite the terrible occurrence, he decided maybe that day wasn’t so bad.
Yagyu and hibari were on a mountain as part of their shinobi training. Their teacher told them that in order to complete this training,they need to battle against all of the obstacles they come across during this Hiking trip. Yagyu was extremely protective if hibari. Well...protective might be an understatement...obsessive would be more accurate. She did ever for her and could not afford to let her get hurt. As they were walking,they entered a dark forest in the mountains. Yagyu pulled out her umbrella and looked around for enemies. There wasn’t anyone around. ‘Yagyu-chan...’ Yagyu turned towards hibari and saw her completely exhausted. ‘Can we Please take a break? We’ve been walking for about an hour now....’ Yagyu nodded and they continued to walk for a bit until they saw a perfect spot to rest. They both saw down and yagyu opened her umbrella. Hibari sat down and leaned against a rock before falling as sleep. Yagyu smiled at hibari,she looked cute when she was sleeping so peacefully. Yagyu then looked at the sky. She felt very relaxed. But she then felt something... Her bladder was starting to fill up. She didn’t use the bathroom before this trip. She looked around and started shaking a bit. She could’ve gone in the bushes,but she couldn’t afford to leave hibari alone. She decided it would be best to continue with the trip. That way she can just use the bathroom back at the academy without risking hibari getting in danger. She shook hibari awake. ’Sorry hibari...but i think we need to continue now...’ Hibari pouted and whined for a bit before getting up. They continued walking and they got deeper and deeper into the forest. As they were walking,Yagyu’s need to use the bathroom was increasing each second. ‘Yagyu-chan? Are you okay?’ Yagyu nodded and continued walking. They higher they climbed the mountain,the more yagyu’s urge for relief increased. They continued walking in a straight path. Yagyu placed her hands on her crotch and started looking around. She could’ve taken any of the bushes around her,but she didn’t want to leave hibari alone. To make matters worse,it started raining. Yagyu quickly pulled out her umbrella and covered her and hibari. Yagyu tried not to shake,but it was a bit difficult to do so because of her bladder. ‘Yagyu-chan!’ Yagyu quickly snapped out of her thoughts and saw a Shinobi ahead. She pulled out her umbrella and quickly rushed towards the Shinobi. The Shinobi tried to stab her with a kunai,but she blocked the strike with her umbrella. However,the knockback also caused the liquid in her bladder to shake a bit She quickly placed a hand on her crotch before jumping back. The Shinobi threw a smoke bomb towards her,but she rushed straight through the explosion before slashing the Shinobi with her umbrella. She them shot some ink in his eyes before roundhouse kicking him away. She quickly covered her crotch and decided it would be best if she finished this now. “Secret Ninja Art:Sweeping legs” Yagyū held her bladed umbrella up into the air before proceeding to spin it around. Her guardian squid formed atop the umbrella as she started to rapidly pick up speed. This causes the squid to smack the Shinobi of the mountain with it’s tentacle. Yagyu grabbing her crotch again before straightening herself and walking back to hibari. ‘Are you okay,hibari?’ Hibari nodded and walked towards yagyu. As they continued walking,yagyu was slowly reaching her limit. As she was lost in thought,hibari tugged on her shirt. ‘Yagyu-chan....’ Yagyu turned around and saw hibari fidgeting. ‘I need to pee....’ Yagyu looked around,there were still plenty of bushes around. ‘Can you do it in the bushes?’ Hibari hesitated for a bit. ‘Don’t worry...i’ll keep and eye out for enemies.’ Hibari nodded before she followed yagyu into the bushes. Once they were deep in the forest,yagyu looked around to make sure it’s safe. Hibari then pulled her biker shorts down and squated. She hesitated for a bit before she let out a small spurt. That spurt soon turned into a stream as she relaxed and peed. She sighed with relief as yagyu was standing behind her and listening. Yagyu was blushing and was trying not to look. But hibari’s relief reminded her of her own needs. ‘Hey...hibari?’ Hibari turned her attention to Yagyu. ‘Can i...can i go next to you?’ Yagyu said as she started fidgeting in place. Hibari nodded. Yagyu walked up next to hibari before pulling down her black panties. She squated next to hibari and relaxed before jetting out a stream of pee. ‘Ahhhh~’ Yagyu let out a loud sigh of relief. She felt really good now that she finally let it out. ‘Yagyu-chan? How long were you holding it?’ ‘Since we left....’ yagyu replied. The both continue peeing until their streams died down. Yagyu let out some more drops before hibari spoke up... ‘Umm...there’s nothing to wipe with...’ ‘Well then,we’ll have to use the leaves...’ Yagyu grabbed a lead from a bush and checked what kind of leaf it was before using it to wipe her womanhood. Hibari did the same and after a few seconds,they both got up and pulled up their underwear. ‘I feel so much better....both because i was finally able to let it out....’ She then hugged hibari. ‘...and because you’re still safe with me...’ Hibari returned the hug. ‘Now then...shall we continue?’ Hibari nodded before she grabbed Yagyu’s hand. Yagyu blushed and smiled before they continued their hiking trip
This is my first attempt at writing something like this, so please don't be rude. I like to hear, in a polite way, your thoughts about my creation, and also your suggestions for next chapters. Keep in mind, please, that English is not my mothertongue, so there could be a few mistakes. Thanks! - 0 - Long time not seeing you... I missed talking with you, on the lake house's patio, with a cold beer in one hand and pack of cigarettes in the other one. Do you remember that time when we drank so much we couldn't lit a cigarette right, and you started smoking yours in the wrong way, getting the filter on fire. Oh, memories! It's been too long, you know? Now that you're getting married I don't know what I will do with my life. You were always the one that did all the cooler stuff, earlier than me. You were the one that graduated with the highest score, the one that made dad's company successful again, the one that got engaged first, the one that didn't skipped from girl to girl to girl to another girl, trying to find the "right one", trying to be happy with the supposed "other half of your soul". Maybe it's stupid to compare our lives, but I feel like a failure to our parents and also to myself: you are my twin brother, We shoulde be in the same stage of life, but it feels like my life goes only backwards. I'm still at college, can't pass any exams, and still live with Natalia. Yeah, I know your words: "college doesn't teach you life, but only challenges teach you life". I know, like dad used to say. What are you? Dad's soul in a new body? You're older than me for just 5 minutes, so please don't try to be the "oldest wiser one"! I must finish fucking college or I won't be a fucking literature professor! Sorry, I didn't mean to get angry at you. I know you just wanted to cheer me up, but... you know, it's hard. Living with Natalia and her friends is, I don't know how to say that... challenging! Initially it was great, but now that we broke up it's only weird. Furthermore, there's this girl, Odile that... Wait! I already finished my beer, I'm going to grab another one. Do you want one too? No, ok, don't worry. Please, pass me the lighter, I ran out of matches and I NEED a cigarette right now. What? What do you mean by "e-cigarette"? Please, don't start to say things like "lungs' cancer", "benefits for your health" and bullshits like these, otherwise I will chop your head off. Please, don't be grumpy at me, I'm sorry and also a bit drunk: I dind't me to be so acid this night. it's your bachelor party and, for some mysterious reasons, you wanted to spend this "magical night" with me, your brother and best-man. No stripper, no clubs, no friends, just me and you on the lake house's patio, like old times, with beers and your strange e-cigarette. Let me try it, please! It's not that bad, actually... but strawberry flavour, please! What was I saying about...? Oh, yeah, Odile is the new girl in the house. She took the room of one of the best friend of Natalia, that got away to take care of her mother. Yeah, lungs' cancer. Please, don't say a word! So, I was saying, Odile is from France, she's like 19 or 20, I don't know, and her father is very very rich: her family owns a company that has something to do with producing tennis balls, I didn't understand... She's really pretty, she could easily be a model: red-hair, very petite, but huge breast and nice ass. I don't know why I'm describing her to you, she's not your type, not bearded enough for you. And also no penis, sorry! (laughs) So, I'm in an uncomfortable position at home, because I don't know  where to look in the morning: she usually walks around the house, half-dressed, sometimes with only panties and a t-shirt, no bra, barefeet, singing stupid catchy songs which remain stuck in my head for the whole day. Natalia saw me checking her out and, despite we are no longer a couple, she's still jealous. Maybe I should stop look at her, but, God, she's so sexy! And also I think she's really into me... The other night I was washing the dishes, as usual, and I spilled some soapy water on my crotch unintentionally. "Did you pissed yourself?" I heard a whisper just behind my left ear, with the common curled r's that makes me shiver all the time. I turned around jut enough to see her freckles a few centimeters from my face, her light green eyes glued to my crotch. I said "What? No, I didn't, it's just water from the sink" blushing furiously. Then I felt her hands on my waist, patting me just above my ass. "Pity, that was interesting... maybe next time, d'accord?" By that point, I was petrified and I couldn't stop staring at her bare ass , in extra-tiny shorts, walking away softly, with just the noise of her soles on the kitchen floor. I turned my head to the window and saw Natalia outside, checking me with a disgusted face, trying not to cry. I felt so bad... Fuck, I finished another beer... You know, since the "Bulgarian exchange-student incident" Natalia doesn't let me sleep in the bed with her, so I started sleeping on the couch. Of my own house! Ok, it's not mine, it's dad's, but he's dead so now it's mine. Ok, it's ours... Please, c'mon, I was trying to tell you what happened! So, now I sleep on the fucking couch every night, and every morning I wake up early, because Erika attends the nursing school and now she's doing an internship and she has the early hours of every fucking mornings, and she needs to go to the kitchen to have breakfast and so she wakes me by making a lot of noise with the electric squeezer (she needs only "fresh OJ" in the morning to mantain her hairs "natural strawberry blonde"). Anyway, the morning after Odile's "interest" I was half-sleeping, after Erika left, when Natalia came to me and started cuddling me. I think she made that out of jealosy for Odile, trying to say to me "I'm still your woman, don't fantasize about that baguette-bitch!". We kissed, a lot, and she started caressing me down "there", you know... But I needed to piss, I hadn't gone already that morning. Wait, I'm thirsty, just let me grab another beer and then I continue my story... So, I had an hard-on like I never had, but I was still bursting for a piss. All of a sudden I felt Natalia's wet lips petting the tip of my member, stroking it and started sucking it. The sensation was amazing, but I was like a volcano ready to erupt. I tried so hard to contain myself, but in a moment of ecstasy she said "did you came already?" with her cockney accent that I loved so much months ago. I realized what happend: I spurted in her mouth, my pee was about to burst out. I replied "Yeah, sorry, it's better to clean me up now". I said that in so rush that she made a puzzled face, and before I finished my sentece I was alredy running to the toilet. I couldn't last any longer: I opened the bathroom door, jumped in and tried to unfasten that idiot secure-lock that Natalia installed on the bowl to avoid Anees, her cat, to drown. I heard a splashing sound on the ground and noticed that I was pissing myself, drenching my boxers and wetting my feet. I did what I could: pulled my dick out, pointed to the bathtub, moved the shower-curtains and peed full-force on the drain. It was pure joy and relief. In that moment I felt the presence of another person in the bathroom: behind me there was Odile, half-awake, clearly interested in what I was doing. I couldn't stop, I wouldn't stop pissing. "We have a naughty boy in the house!" she said. I tried to explain that I was too desperate, I coudln't hold it, bla bla bla, but she laughed at me and she left in full silence. When I returned to the living room, Natalia wasn't there; she was fake-sleeping in her room (our room!), so I sneaked in and grabbed a pair of clean boxers, I showered and then came back to her. "I don't know what you're talking about, please can we not talk about what happened?" she said when I tried to confront her. That is the situation, my brother. What should I do? Please, wait for the reply, I need to take a leak and I need a cigarette, do you mind? Edited January 14, 2018 by 126 gramatical errors (see edit history)
In this chapter I will focus more on female wettings. Again, please feel free to express any suggestions on the progression of "I", I will consider everything you write me.  - 1 - Oh, I couldn't stand any longer, brother. I really needed that. That is perfection... Would you like to see how I make smoke rounds? I learnt that from Shirin, do you remember her, she used... No, yeah, I'm shiffling my legs because I didn't stop for the bathroom. No, I'm sure, I can hold it, MOM. God, when you do that you're so annoying! I just want to spend some good quality time with my brother and not wasting any by something stupid like pissing and you... I'm not drunk, you are! I will not give you my glass, brother, I can handle a little alcohol. Do I have to remind you who our father was? I light it up with the flames in the stove. By the way, if you smell any burnings, don't worry, I accidentally burnt my fingers' hair. Yeah, no harm, I feel fine. Don't look at my left hand, please.  So, what we were saying? What do you mean? Yeah, you introduced me Shirin when we were like 16, right? It was your girlfriend at the time and you were really proud and you introduced me. And now you are going to marry Gil! It's crazy. I already heard that: you wanted to be "normal", just like everone else, you were suffocating your feelings and insticts. I totally understand you, brother. I too don't express myself like I want when I should to. It's frustrating, I can totally relate to your situation. Sometimes I just need to do a certain thing to a girl and she said "no, I don't want to" and then I get angry and... Leave the glass, brother, it's mine. I'm not drunk, I said.  Yeah, Shirin taught me to make smoke rounds, was that what I said before? When you left her, we remained good friends, also during your three-months-in-bed-caused-to-the-skii-accident period. She never came home, but we were friends, I told you. In that time she taught me to make smoke rounds. It's really difficult, I swear: it took me months to learn it properly. No, sure she smoked in high school, everyone used to smoke, so she smoked too. Lungs' cancer, her grandma? I didn't know that. Of course she smoked, I told you. (sighs) Ok, you got me. I can't keep a secret from my detective twin brother! You know, I always wanted to talk to you about it, since you came out, especially about what happened next. Maybe now it's the right time... It's hard to say, I don't know where to start... When you were recovering from the skii accident, Shirin and I, well... we were more than friends. We were like a "couple", but only for the fun part, you know. I'm sorry, brother: she was so pretty and fun, with her long dark hairs and that middle Eastern look. Oh, those eyes, black like the night! But then she got bored, I think, and she started to hang out with different people and she left me alone. So sorry brother, I hope you're not mad at me. It's been a long time. Oh, thank God! I'm not happy if you're not, brother! Ii love you so much! But wait, I haven't told you everything... Half a year ago I recieved a notification about a like on one of mine poetry tweet. You know, the one in which I talk about mom and the fact that she never let me use dad's eyeglasses when I was a child. Anyway, Shirin searched me so I started chatting with her. After a week of chats, she agreed to meet in a pub near the docks and the yatch club. Just a moment, I need to refill my glass. Please, stop doing that, I'm noit quitting, it's a party! We joked a lot on chat, trying to recall high school and the old times when everybody needed to dress in the uniforms, otherwise you got punished by saying fifty Holy Mary, do you remember? I hated that fucking school and Shirin did too. She wasn't even Catholic, and her grandparents were from Iran, did you know that? Ah, you already knew,.. So, I was saying that we joked a lot about uniforms: kakhi pants for boys, with blue blazers and white shirt; long checked dresses for girls, terrible! So, while we were poking each other on chat she challenged me on wearing the uniform on our metting and I couldn't believe that: she was trying to fulfill a sexual desire, I did know that. Otherwise, why asking that? I was so turned on that I accepted, but asked her to do the same. In that moment she sent me a pic of her, half-wearing her dress, letting me see what she wore underneath. I saved that pic on my phone, just a moment... here it is! See! She's beautiful, doesn't she?  So, we met at that fucking gross pub, where the waiter teased us all the time: I was so stressed that I couldn't enjoy the view of Shirin with a skirt so short that Father Anthony surely would have called her "outrageous". No tip for the waiter, we moved on the beach, but not near the yatch club, neither the part belongings to the golf club: we went to Grief's Point, there were nobody. She was lovely, barefeet, with the sand through her toes. We drank a lot, because she stole a bottle of Hibiki from the pub. Don't mind my hand on the crotch, ok?  In that moment she taught me to make smoke rounds, while kissing. You have to close your throat and... ah, you don't care at all, ok. Anyway, I fucked her hard, right there on the beach, and then in the car, and finally in her flat, where she said... Yeah, I drove dad's car under the effect, ok? Don't worry, I'm alive, MOM! Please, keep my glass while I unzip my fly. Ok, give it back, please. I said please! C'mon! Thanks... So, we were at her's when she said something about a magical experience: the moment after I was gulping acids and listening to some mystical strange music. Fifteen minutes later floor was melting, a teddy bear winked me and I was not in myself anymore. I flew around the house, around the town, it was scary, brother. Real shit, I will never do that again in my life. She was even more in a bad shape than me: she was thrilling, panicking, with only her black lace bra and matching panties, saying things like "I cant move, thes'a prison on my head, I can't move, I can't hold that, I can't breath". And then she peed herself, I think: I still don't know if it was just a dream of mine or it was real. Sure the wetness on my hand felt true. She dumped her panties completly, but she seemed not having conscience on that. She was in another dimension. The puddle on her feet and legs were multicolour, like a rainbow of urine, waving back and forth, becaming alive.  In the morning I woke up under the sofa in the living room, when someone entered the house. It was her boyfriend, that douch, don't know his name. He picked me up with an arm and punched me in the face so hard that I blacked-out. I think Shirin tried to help me, because when I woke up again I was in the bathroom, locked in. I heard that guy screaming and Shirin crying: in less than a minute I jumped out of the window and started running to my car. Ok, God! Dad's car! I stopped at her scream of terror: trying to be as sneaky as possible, I went beside the window and, in a corner between the curtains and the wall, saw Shirin completly frozen in place, terrified. Pee started to soak her panties, to run down her legs and splashing on the wooden ground of their "love's nest". Can you imagine, brother? She was so frightened that she actually peed herself. She peed hserself twice in less than a day, in the sam pair of panties. Unbelievable. There was so much piss everywhere, her feet soaked in the puddle she was forming under herself, her toes shaking from fear. After I don't know how much, she finished pissing herself and started laughing. He laughed too, in a weird way, like he was aroused by the situation. Then he hugged her. I left, I was also scared of him. I hope she's ok, never heard of her anymore since then. Strange people, anyway... When I came home to Natalia, I said her I was being robbed by some drug-addicts returning from university and she wasn't too much convinced about that, especially why I wasn't home the night before. After a little cry of mine, she conforted me and I collapsed on the bed, to sleep like two days in a row. Oh, Natalia! We were talking about her, weren't we? And also Odile! Maybe I really should hit the toilet now, I'm starting to lose my legs from too much shaking! But before, brother, do you think I can convince Natalia to came back to me? And what should I do with Odile? Edited January 15, 2018 by 126 fixing errors (see edit history)
I developed this new chapter around the one female character and added new ones, writing a story about female desperation and maybe some wettings. Again, below you can find the list of new characters and the actresses I took inspiration from to build them (with links). Mom = Leslie Mann Dolores = Elle Fanning Punk girl = Lily Collins  - 2 - I do not understand your face, brother: I didn't pee in your precious wodden patio's floor, neither on myself (I got close, really close). I didn't ruin your fucking patio with the "acidity of urine", like you said. Jesus, I just peed through the fence on the ground. I was truly bursting, I couldn't wait anymore, I swear. It was like photo-finish! I also leaked a bit on my briefs, see? Just a coin-size spot. But still I made it: I've learned how to take my dick out in one quick movement since what happened with Natalia. Ok, maybe some piss dripped on your roses but I don't understand your anger. I know, it's not anger, it's disappointment, yeah, right. Fuck, I totally forgot that they were planted by mom... That's it, isn't it? No, I'm not crying. I said I'm not crying, brother. I'm just sorry for what I did. Mom was a good woman... I know she's not dead yet, but it's like she is. She will only go downhill from now on, she's too sick, brother. I wish I could have known her better; I spoke rarely to her during my teen years and now I regret that. If I cared a little more, I will have more to write in my novel. How long have you not see her? Really? How in hell can you find the time to visit her every Thursday? You're too special, brother. Me? I think it's been almost a year, but I spoke to her on the phone maybe two weeks ago, I don't remember. When we phone each other (it happens not that often) she likes to know if I'm still with Natalia and what she's up to now, how she's behaving and so on. She doesn't care about me at all: she doesn't ask me about college, my writings or about everything else in world. Only Natalia, Natalia, Natalia. She's amazing, I know, but she's not her daughter, I am! ... Please, don't laugh, that was so stupid. I'm not a girl, ok? I'm going to light up another cigarette and bring a beer. Do you want something, party-boy? Sure? Ok, nevermind, I will party on my own! If you think about it, it was mom that introduced me to Natalia, so it makes sense. I don't know, maybe I'm just drunk... Yeah, Natalia was one of the "little fashion refugees" from mom's shelter. I used to mocked Natalia a lot about her modelings. How weird you didn't know that...Really? I've never told you about how I met Natalia? It's unbelievable! So, where to start... Did you remember when I spent a night in fucking jail because of the "driving under the influence" ticket I got? When was it, like 5 years ago, I suppose... Yeah, so I had to be tested every two weeks for six months for drug abuse: I had to piss in a little jug with a guy watching me doing that (the long eye of fucking justice). In that period mom was doing charity and she was really into the cycle of "I want to help young starving aspiring models, like I was centuries ago, to break the chains of the fashion industry" (aka stop doing drugs, eat what you want because you are beautiful no matter which size of jeans you wear, bla bla bla). As you surely recall, she bought a house and she filled it with a couple of poor little angels (she said to me "hands off" as soon as she informed me about the openings) and she hired some therapists and nurses to take care of them. She spent a lot of times with the girls, maybe because they recalled her about her younger years. That beer went down easy on me, almost finished it! So, I had to take that fucking test and also mom was going to the same facilty to test the girls, so she decided that I MUST come with her and her girls. I couldn't be happier: I tried for a long time to sneak in that house, where the models were imprisoned for months and couldn't get a sniff of a man for a long time. Here I was, in mom's van with three girls: Natalia, Dolores and a punk girl I don't remember the name. Behind the steering wheel there was mom, so you can understand how fearful I was. A moment before we were having an amazing breakfast with OJ, tea, coffee and nothing to eat (to avoid errors in the test), and the moment after we were running 120 mph to the clinic, missing other cars by this much, all of us with full bladders, naturally. Yeah, for this kind of stuff you need to have the bladder as full as possible, skipping the morning pee. It was a typical summer sunny day in town: air was so dry that your hair could catch fire, the asphalt was boiling and the dogs were panting on the porch. Mom decided to please us putting the AC in the car on HIGH: we were freezing , but mom seemed fine. You know her, she's a real lady: she can behave in a way in which none can tell what's thinking about or how she feels. Dolores was shivering and bobbing up and down in the car, trying to cover her knees withe her small summer blue see-through dress: her feet were dangling in flip-flops unceasingly and... Yeah, we were talking about Natalia, sorry. But at first I really wanted to impress with my charm that little Dutch girl, so cute and blonde, irresisteble.  Natalia got off  the van first when we arrived, her dark skin shining in the sun: I remember she crossed her legs as soon as her sandal reached the pavement. It was funny that her nipples under the camisole she was wearing were still hard despite the heat. She was really bursting, just like me, but the one that was on the brink of peeing was the punk girl. Her leather jacket was too much for the weather (just like dad used to say "dress for the weather"), I bet she was sweating like crazy, but her perfectly round yoga pants covered ass was shaking around in a sexy way. Ok, maybe I need to stop focusing on parts of the story you can't appreciate... As usual, we were asked to remain seated in a totally white room with a boring nurse controlling us and a totally inappropiate relaxing ambient music. I chatted a lot with the girls, especially Dolores, but they were distracted by the amount of urine trying to escape their bodies, I think. I was in the same situation, but I tried to hold on as long as I could, squeezeing my dick in my cargo pants pocket. Mom, seeing the girls too tensed, told all of us a story about her pregnancy: she said that she were always like we were in that moment, needing to pee all the time because "my two twin God's gifts had fun pushing my bladder". When she started telling us about that one time she peed herself waiting for her car to be cleaned, the punk girl stopped her. "Miss, you know that to me you are like a mom, and I don't want to be disrespectful, but I'm nearly crying to hold on, so please, can we change subject?" she said. In that moment I got called to take the test (aka to pee) and I got up, walking few steps per time to avoid peeing myself in front of the girls. A doctor observed me relieve a little pressure in a very small container in his office and then stopped me. "Please, go to the toilet to finish up". I quickly dressed myself and ran to the toilet, where I saw mom knocking on the closed door. "I asked to use the loo and that rude nurse got me here" she said. I told her I was really desperate and asked her if I could cut her, but she reminded me that I need to be a gentleman, especially with my mother. I couldn't disagree, so I tried to held on, when... Where did you read this crap, brother? "Chain-smoking gives you an higher possibility to develop lungs' cancer". Jesus Christ, I'm trying to enjoy the evening and you need to be like this, fuck! ... Natalia entered the bathroom, with her shorts unbuttoned and her pink thong exposed, marching on the spot. "Bloody hell, hope that's not a line!" she said. "Yes, my dear, sorry but..." mom was interrupted by the sound of the door lock opening. She dashed in and left us in an awkward silence, letting out the old man that was on the toilet before mom and trying to not be too suspicious about our need. In the meantime we heard mom's relieving: it seemed like a waterfall, but the bathroom's echo was upgrading the noise in way we didn't like at all. I turned to Natalia to say her that I really needed the loo, no way I was going to let her in first, when I saw her removing her short and panties, threw them on top of a shelf and pissing full-force on the drain on the floor, a foot against the entrance door to keep it shut. I was shocked and so aroused to see her half naked. "I think I will join you" I said, joking, while starting to pee on the sink. She laughed, I laughed, someone banged on the door, but we had not finished.  As soon as Natalia got up from the floor, shivering from the relief, Dolores entered the room, an hand up her dress and her pussy held tight with her left hand. Seeing us in this situation was too much for poor Dolores and urine started spurting out her crotch whilst her eyes filled up with tears. She peed herself completely, like a river along her legs and througth her toes. It lasted at least 30 seconds, during which Natalia and I recomposed ouselves and watched in horror Dolores disgracing herself.  When mom got out the toilet Dolores hugged her desperately, crying. Mom, being the kind person she was (she is, ok), tried to comfort her, brushing her hairs with the fingers.We returned all to the main room. where we discovered that the punk girl... Alice, maybe that's her name, I can't remember, didn't even make it to the doctor's room: the poor girl peed herself in the waiting room, ruining her yoga pants. She was shouting and swearing at the nurse for not letting her go to the toilet in time and... Yeah, that's the story on how I met Natalia. Since that "incident", we chatted a lot and then we get along so well. In the end I helped her escaping mom's "prison" and you know the rest. By the way, I kept in contact also with Dolores: in fact I dated also her for a couple of months... ouch! That punch was not necessary. Yes, i LOVE Natalia but... Wait, I recieved a message from Natalia. She seems worried, maybe I should call her... The next chapter will focus on the house, with all the inhabitants, the present and the past ones. As the past one, I refer to the girl that left the house to take care of the mother: please help me with suggestions about this new girl. Suggest me an actress (from 20 to 30 years old) and a name for the new character and I'll see what I can do. Thank for reading everyone, hope you enjoyed! Edited January 18, 2018 by 126 (see edit history)
I'm sorry to announce to largebio that in this new chapter I couldn't fit the new Jennifer Lawrence-based character. Sorry, it couldn't fit with the plot, but she will appear in the next chapter. I have to ask you to apologize me also because I changed your character's name in Lara from Laura, because Laura is the name of my girlfriend and that was weird to me, sorry.  Please enjoy the new chapter. Any suggestion and comment is very welcome!  - 3.A - Sent from Nat at 03.12 AM dont call me, k? Just txt Sent from me at 03.12 AM It’s easier to explain if we can speak, just pick up the phone! Sent from Nat at 03.13 AM just txt busy please quick Sent from me at 03.14 AM Ok, I think it is in the drawer near the kitchen, but I’m not sure. Why? Sent from Nat at 03.15 AM shit! Really? Sent from Nat at 03.15 AM stop calling Sent from me at 03.15 AM Yeah, why? Sent from Nat at 03.16 AM how can I get in now? I need to get in NOW! Sent from me at 03.16 AM I don’t know, sorry… Sent from Nat at 03.16 AM who in Earth keep the house’s spare key inside the house? Sent from me at 03.17 AM I already said I’m sorry. But where are your keys? Did you lost them? Sent from Nat at 03.17 AM no, left them in room Sent from Nat at 03.18 AM fuck! Sent from me at 03.18 AM What? Sent from me at 03.20 AM Are you drunk? Are you OK? Sent from Nat at 03.21 AM STFU I peed myself fuck shit Sent from Nat at 03.21 AM call me (Ring…) No, I’m not crying… (sigh) Please don’t worry, I just needed to get in, I was desperate to the toilet and unfortunately I couldn’t wait. I tried my best but in the end I couldn’t really hold on any longer. I tried to crouch behind the fence, but this mother-fucker romper wouldn’t open; yeah, the fly was stuck or something and I ended up soiling my panties, legs, feet, everything. Fuck, don’t dare to laugh! Odile told us everything about your nearly-wetting scene in the bathroom… me and Erika, us. So just shut up! I bet you’re not smiling anymore… By the way, I need to talk you about something important… I know you’re with your brother now but… I’m not drunk, stop asking! I haven’t told Erika yet, but I’m sure she will be on my side, she always is. You MUST agree with me that Odile needs to move out of the house. Yes, you heard correctly. Just let me explain and don’t interrupt me, ok? Tonight at the hospital I saw… Yeah, we were having fun and stuff, but… No, I’m fine, but… It’s better if I explain everything to you from the start. So, in the afternoon Odile proposed to me and Erika to go out in the evening saying “girls night”, “my treat” and “elegant dresses”. Since we didn’t planned anything for the night, we said yes, hoping in using Odile’s dad credit card to drink, a lot. But she wanted to do big stuff so she obliged us on having also dinner together, in a restaurant near the golf club. We sure didn't say no! Odile made us wear our best attire, because “there is a dress code, didn’t you know?”. God, that girl makes my nerves explode sometimes… However, I was wearing the white romper that I wore at your brother’s birthday last year with a pair of heels… yeah, the one that’s backless, that one. Erika borrowed my light blue dress – she insisted a lot, so I let her have it for the night (big mistake!) – and her peep toe high heels. The dress was a little short on her, because she’s taller than me, but still she was beautiful. While we were putting our make-up on, Odile came by like a vulture, only wearing bra and panties, checking us and commeting our outfits. She especially insisted on my choice of footwear for the night, making me changing again and again. “Your skin colour is so… peculiar” she said to me. I don’t know yet if that comment was kind of racist or what, but she was going to pay for everything for the night so I fake-smiled and thanked her. While we were waiting for the Uber Black to take us to the restaurant, Odile quickly wore a quarz rose little dress – more like a barely-crotch-hiding camisole – and very high heels. As soon as the car approched our driveway, she started running towards it (incredibly she didn’t fall from those impossible heels) and made us leave the house in such a rush that I forgot the keys in my room (who’s fault?) and Erika mumbled something about the toilet. In the drive to the restaurant, Odile never stopped saying us that she was glad to have a girl’s night out, how graceful Erika was – she even touched her hair for a very long time, like three Mississippi – and so on. In my opinion, she was too much enthusiast, like she never had a friend in her life, which we know it isn’t true. Nevertheless, we arrived at the restaurant at the sunset. The waiter accompanied us to our reserved table, where we sat like this: Erika sat next to me and in front of us, in the center of her side, Odile, so she could “speak to us while facing us directly” (she said that winking). As we seated, a bottle of Champagne was uncorked by the sommelier: I didn’t even heard anyone order it, but still… Yeah, I’m arriving to my point. Just listen to me and don’t interrupt me anymore. So, I was saying… I lost my concentration, dammit! We chatted and laughed and chatted again and, before the band finished playing the first ambient/soul song, we drank the whole bottle. I saw Erika’s cheeks flushing bad: she was starting to get drunk. Honestly, I was in the same situation. Odile was fine, with her porcelain skin and not a single sign of drunkness. She spoke about her sister coming to town for work-related stuff in the next future, I don't remember... The waiter arrived and Erika exploded in a silly laugh like he said somethig funny. In that moment I saw her hands flying to her crotch, lifting my dress and pressing hard. I thought Odile saw that too, because she gasped loudly. While I was trying to recover Erika and convice her to go to the toilet before it was too late, Odile ordered (in French) foods for all of us, plus an extra bottle of wine. Erika was determinated to remain seated and have “some more fun” before heading to the loo. That was when Odile started asking about you and Lara. “The girl that lived in my room before me was named Lara, correct?” she asked, recieving a full flûte of Champagne from the sommelier; she then drank it slowly staring into our roomate’s blue eyes. “Yes, she’s Natalia best friend” answered a red-faced Erika. “She left the house because her mother got lungs’ cancer and needed some help. Poor old lady!” The noise of Erika’s legs jiggling up and down made me watch her in the crotch area: she was pushing her pink lace panties up her groin, almost showing off to anyone’s passing. Silly Erika, doing the same things since we were little girls! I tried to made her stop acting so dumb, but she refused; she was seriously drunk and drinking even more, concentrated only on Odile freckles. On the opposite side of the table, Odile asked about a relationship between you and Lara… Yeah, right! In that moment I didn’t know why you were in her mind, but then it became crystal clear. Don’t worry, you’ll see. No, I’m fine. I’m on the patio’s couch, resting my feet on a chair. My legs are a bit cold, I’m not entirely dry yet. Yes, just the crotch area, especially my panties... However, I remarked her that you and I were a couple for a long time and Lara was just a friend to you. She said something like “I didn’t know that you were together…” and bit her lips in a malicious way. In that moment I felt her feet on my left knee, trying to raise up my leg. I really felt her toes touching my thigh  when… Oh, don’t get too excited! I stopped her at the very start. I moved quickly, almost shouting “what the hell, Odile!”. She didn’t even listened to me, because she was concentrated in caressing Erika’s pussy with her bare sole. I couldn’t keep from watching them. It was surreal and it happened so fast that I didn’t even realised it. I was in some kind of shock… Suddenly, Erika moaned so loud that a lady from the table near us turned her head. It was so embarassing! Odile stopped immediately, afraid of being caught, and smiled to us. I was still shocked, while Erika was… well, aroused. Please, don’t interrupt me!!! Alcohol was still pouring and our roomates decided it was time to “finish up the bottle and goes somewhere else to be more free”. That was a bad idea: Erika was not entirely sober (drunk, not still reacting), while Odile was really really wasted! She couldn’t keep still in her seat, wriggled around so much and started to slob. Her aplomb was completely lost… It was time to take over the control of the night. I paid the restaurant (I just said to put it all on Odile’s check and they did that!) and booked an Uber Black with Odile’s phone to go home as fast as we could. We waited on the sidewalk for 15 minutes (it was really late) in a drunken state like we were some dirty hobos! In her drunkness, Odile tried to light up a cigarette but couldn’t keep her lighter steady and nearly burned her hair. I had to keep her by the shoulders and mantain her on her feet, otherwise she would have fallen. She talked to me in French, speaking a lot of words that were non-sense for me. The worst part was that my bladder was starting to ache, reminding me about the presence of expensive Champagne in my body. Erika was not feeling any better: she had the role of “shoes-carer” as she was carring our shoes, all in one hand, while the other one was pushing her panties up her belly to hold it in, flashing random people on the street. She couldn’t stand still, but was shifting her legs up and down like a marching marionette. She was clearly desperate to wee, but again she refused to go back into the restaurant to relieve herself. Suddenly, Odile looked into my eyes and whispered “Je pisse”, smiling. Initially I didn’t understand, but as I saw a trickle wetting the pavement between her feet, and that trickle becoming stronger and stronger, forming a river across the sidewalk, I understood. I don’t know why, but I got really afraid or maybe I was still shocked, so I let her shoulders free and she fell. Yeah, she fell and her head hit the ground badly. No, she’s fine, no broken skull, anything. But in that moment she fainted: that’s why we went to the hospital. I felt really guilty that I started crying and Erika, being a nurse, helped her how she could, still holding her crotch. Then our Uber Black arrived. The driver insisted on putting Odile down on the backseats and Erika (still drunk) directed the operation standing beside her, touching her head and feeling her pulse (I think…) in the neck and on the arms. She opened her eyes and tried to flash them with the phone’s torch, but I don’t really know if the results were positive. The absurdity of the situation was even greater seeing the girls with their dresses lifted up, Erika showing her ass and her thong to the driver, who was nonchalantly driving at a very fast pace to get to the hospital as quickly as he could. I was sitting beside him, crossing and uncrossing my legs to help my poor swollen bladder, worried sick of having killed my roomate. Erika was relieved when Odile puked on my dress, the one she was wearing. It was a sign of her body trying to eliminate the excess of alcohol in the system, but my poor dress… I know, you’re right. I remember I thought “my dress is completely ruined”. By the way, I spoke to the driver saying we will pay him back for the cleanings. Better, Odile's dad will pay him back! I was facing Erika for the whole time of the drive. Suddenly, while helping Odile to puke, Erika’s panties got really damp and I realized that she was pissing herself. Her face got an expression of pure relief and the noise of the piss pouring out of her was covered by the car’s noises and Odile’s puking. She peed for about a minute, I think: I bet she was really desperate. Her legs were wet and they shined from the lights of passing lampposts: it was almost poetic, if it wasn't disgusting!  As soon as we arrived at the E.R., Erika sprinted inside, still barefeet and with my dress lifted, asking help for Odile. A strechter came by the car and she helped the paramedics to put Odile on. They then ran inside and I dealed with the driver. Listen to me! Don’t. Interrupt. Me. Ever. Again. Obviously, that isn’t the reason for kicking Odile out! I don’t care if she can’t deal with alcohol! She’s 19, naturally she doesn’t know her limits! If you let me speak I can tell you why she can’t live with us anymore. After that I went inside, rushing for the bathroom, as I was really desperate to wee. I spotted the nearest loo to the entrance and ran into it: naturally there was a line. So I waited in line for a bit, but I really needed to go so I decided to find another one. As I was opening the door to exit that crowded toilet, a person was entering and we crashed together. I fell on the ground and when I got up I faced around to see who the other person was. That was the moment when I saw Dolores… Edited February 1, 2018 by 126 (see edit history)
A new chapter! Wow, I didn't think of writing so much, but here we are! I hope largebio will be satisfied about the new character, Lara, as I am. This time I decided to put the pics' links for the character directly in the text. Anyway, in the end I will recap the cast. Enjoy! - 3.B - Dolores! Do you remember her? It’s been almost – I don’t know – like THIS many years since I didn’t see her! Yes, I know you can’t see my hands on the telephone. Long time, for sure! I can’t even remember when I saw her for the last time: I think it was when I left the “Cottage” with you, escaping that beautiful shelter after you convinced me using words like “freewill”, that I could be strong enough to “don’t risk to overdose anymore” and bullshit like that! You’re such a twat! Yes, you are! Imagine the consequences of my return into the real world after being supervised for an entire year! Thank God I was so strong and I didn’t take anything, but nicotine. In my defense, we were a couple and you smoke like a chimney, so I couldn’t stand longer before… Yeah, because I have such a strong willpower and Lara helped me a lot and… No, you didn’t have any right on pulling that move on me. And you really aren’t helpful at all during that time! Listen, … (voice moves away) Anees, little mama boy! Don’t worry, mama is going to enter the house! Little cutie pie, please, don’t do that! Don’t put your paws on the window, you’re going to stain it! Good little kitty! Sorry, Anees feels that I’m here but I can’t go in. Poor little creature! No, I already said I’m not drunk! Anyway, I was telling you about Dolores and why Odile can’t live with us anymore. So, when I got up from the floor I realized that the person I crashed on was Dolores, so I blinked. Yes, I blinked for the shock (and maybe also because I was still a little drunk). I suppose she noticed that I was lost in my mind, trying to recall the last time we saw each other or God knows what, so she smiled me and hugged me tight. We were in the entrance of the E.R. waiting room’s toilet, crossing our legs to stand still and hugging each other: it was so weird! Even stranger was the fact that I felt her hair between my fingers and her rocking hard abs on my stomach, her silky cheeks on mine. It was too familiar to me... Her bad habit of going around almost naked didn’t pass: she was wearing a pair of see-throught black yoga pants and a crop top, almost covering her breast; on her feet she had only a pair of flip-flops. Was she coming from the gym? So weird! Then I got angry. Yeah, you heard well. Because in the middle of the hug I realized that she was STILL wearing that bloody perfume! Yeah, the one that made us meet and… Wait, have I never told you about it? Impossible! Where do you think my money comes from? Really? Are you really so dumb? NO! Don’t try to make me feel bad because I “didn’t tell you anything”. That’s not true! I used to tell you everything but you mocked me a lot about my modelings that I wasn’t comfortable anymore… Whatever! You can’t mock me no more, right? So, I think I can explain you how Dolores, Lara and I met. One of my first real experience in the modeling’s world was for a vast advertising campaign: the Italian fashion brand Sotterfugi was launching their perfume line, N. 112. The slogan was something like “Only women knows what women wants”, but in italian. So lame! Among the hunderds of aspiring models trying to be chosen for the role of testimonials, Dolores and I were the lucky ones. It was not easy: we had to survive three different auditions and a lot of different casting calls, signing lots of papers and contracts. There were plenty of legal loopholes about the secrecy of the campaign and so on; they were afraid of industrial espionage and that their “fashion enemy industries” were trying to ruin the launch of this new product. However, at the time I was 17 years old and Dolores 15, so we were underage. During the interviews I lied about my age to have more chances to be signed up, saying that I was just over 18. But Dolores didn’t know that, at all: it was her first experience ever and, from what I understood, the fashion agency was firmly convinced on choosing her for the ads. So they had to figure out a way to have a legal tutor/agent for this new naïve Dutch girl: who was better for that role than her 19 years old natural sister, Lara? Finally the day of the shooting arrived. The agency sent their trustwhorty photographer, Agata Crisalide (who didn’t speak a word of English) and a rep to control that everything was safe and sound, Clara (I can’t remember her surname). These were the people working on the set, except the guys and girls on make-up, lights and so on, but they all left when we started shooting: Clara remarked us that they were unaware of what we were doing. The secret had to remain a secret! My voice is not shaking. What a fervid immagination! I’m perfectly fine, just a little cold, but I’m covering my legs and feet with the checked blanket that we keep in the patio. I met Dolores and Lara just before entering the make-up room. Dolores was so anxious that Lara had to keep her hand while the girls put the make-up on her. I wasn’t so calm either: it was my big opportunity to became someone in the fashion shows’ world, so I try to focus hard on “not ruin everything”. “First time for you too, am I right?” Lara asked with a smile. Her dazzling white teeth made me feel inadequate: why this illustrious Italian brand wanted me, a black-like-licorice girl, to promote their new perfume? It made no sense to me in that moment, but I figured it out later. We chatted a bit about how I grew up with my parents and why they were not there. Dolores didn’t say anything for a long time: her shyness plus the first-time-on-a-set anxiety were killing her. Suddenly, she started speaking about why her and her sister were there. Unfortunately, their mother had lungs’ cancer and the treatments were very expensive, so they tried their best on saving money for almost 6 months (since the diagnosis), but it wasn’t enough. Lara even stopped paying her university taxes, so she was dropped out of odontology school. It was a sad story… I’m arriving to the point, just shut up and listen! So, we entered the set with only our bra and panties on, like it was written on the instructions: we were really embarassed on being watched almost naked, but soon we regretted that feeling. Standing near her younger sister, Lara pulled her jeans and t-shirt off, revealing a black lace thong and a matched bra, to help us overcome our embarassment! Yeah, you know her, she’s always smiling and happy and available to help you when you need her! Clara approched us and, after asking Lara why she was almost naked too, directed us on standing in front of this big white plain wall, waiting Agata to be ready. In that moment, like she heard she was called, Agata entered the room, wearing a Japanese school girl’s uniform, nothing on her feet, with a cigarette on her mouth, carring a bottle of Grappa (an Italian liquor) and little glasses for all of us. Crazy, right? Listen more! Following this loony entrance, Clara explained that Agata wanted to “break the nerves” on set in purpouse of having a more relaxed performance from us. So we started drinking shots of Grappa with Agata, who was chain-smoking in the meantime. It was incredible how that woman could smoke: she had the ability of having a cigarette always between her lips, but I never saw her using a lighter or a match. Anyway, Agata, using her privileged position of “everyone in the room’s boss”, forced also Clara and Lara to drink, to keep us company. Initially Lara was a little disappointed on doing that – I saw that – but noticing her little sister’s shivers from the liquor’s taste and almost crying, she joined us, making toasts to eveything she could imagine, cheering us a lot! Contrariwise, Clara insisted like hell on not drinking, reclaiming that her role for the company would be compromised if anyone would get to know that she drinks while working and so on. In the end, she drank three shots in a row, while Agata poured us more and more Grappa. (voice moves away) Anees, little ball of fur, mommy is here, don’t worry! (smooch sounds) Feeling dizzy and seeing the room spinning around, we recieved instructions from Agata via Clara slobbing voice: it was really simple, we just needed to get naked, approching each other from the opposite sides of the room, slowly, and started kissing. Yeah! Naked! Yes, completely naked! Darling, I hear you’re typing hard on your screen: you can’t find this tape anywhere, nor YouTube, neither the entire web. It was removed so fast that even Beep Beep stayed behind. Sorry, darling… However, it was crazy, but we had signed a contract and we needed that money, so Agata started shooting while being insulted by a very upset and quite drunk Lara. “That was not what we were expecting, they’re underage, you can’t show people that, bla bla bla”. Agata started with the TV ads shoot, while the photos for the magazines were postponed to later. It was very difficult to remain concentrated on that set: Lara was shouting to Agata, who was ignoring her and reminding her to speak to Clara, who was shouting too but to try to calm Lara down, uselessly; Then Lara proceeded to shout on the phone in Dutch with her parents, I think, to explain the situation; Agata was using her hands to put the camera in different angles, directing us and adjusting her self-lifting little skirt (while revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear); Dolores exploded in powerful laughs like a dozen times when we needed to start kissing, ruining every single shot, due to her drunkness; My bladder spasmed so hard that I had to remained crossed legs while waiting to set everything up for a new shoot; Meanwhile, drinks were being poured and everyone of us drank more and more: someone for the stress of being the tutor of her younger sister and the only person  reasonable enough in a very problematic family; someone for the stress of working in an impossible situation, with a crazy lesbian photographer who was more concentrated on trying to hit on her than on doing her job; someone for the fun they were having, being a “model” and “kissing another girl”, feeling nasty and adults; someone else just because she was a bloody cuckoo. After what it seemed four hours, the 22 seconds TV ad was shot right, according to Agata. The music for the ad looped in the room for the whole time and remained in my head for weeks. Lara had calmed down a lot, pacing back and forth the room to try to control the set and not wanting to leave her little sister and me alone. I remember her bare feet shifting up and down, hypnotizing my eyes for the repetitive movements (I have to admit I was drunk enought to be easily distracted). Dolores was almost bent in half, with her legs crossed and her toes tapping the ground, while seated in a folding chair. My legs were not only crossed, but double-crossed. An arm to cover my breast, an hand on my crotch, I was hoping to finish this session quickly, to use the loo. I think that Agata was hoping the same: her hips were shaking while assesting the lights and the camera, her ass shaking. The bottle of Grappa lied on the floor, near an almost naked wasted Clara, who became aware of her needs when it was too late. An hissing sound waked me from my hypnosis and I saw Clara trying to pull her panties aside, battling with her skirt, while releasing a torrent of urine. She lost her battle in few seconds, it was too much for her. Her face became numb and her eyes reached ecstasy. A lake was forming between her thighs and feet, soaking her bottom and even reaching her hair. That was the moment when everyone rushed out of the room, trying to reach the loo first. Dolores, Lara and I ran to the only toilet in the set to discover it was just a long corridor with a closed stall and two urinals on the opposite side of the room. While Dolores slipped on the floor, Lara reached the locked stall, but she couldn’t get in, obviously. I decided I couldn’t really hold it any longer, so I approched the urinal, opened my legs and directed my pee stream to that nasty porcelain bowl. You know that I can pee standing up no problem, but that time was my first time. Shameless, I peed a little on my legs and that went down to my left feet. I felt so relieved to finally have freed my bladder that I didn’t care at all.  It lasted long and little drops rebounded back at me, hitting my stomach and my groin. It was disgusting, but again I didn’t care! Then a noise called my attention: I turned my head to the right to see a whining Dolores aiming for the urinal. I must say her aim wasn’t good enough to make her stream hit the bowl, but she tried so hard she almost made it. Poor little girl, she totally soiled herself: her toes splashed on the puddle she was forming underneath her, like a reverse fountain. Tears covered her beautiful eyes, but she moaned so bad that it felt like she came. Behind us an exasperated Lara was waiting her turn to the urinal, hopping aroung and pushing her thong up almost to her belly button. She was sweating and cursing in Dutch, later she explained me, trying to control herself as best as she could. I was almost finished, as to free the place for her, when she went silent and the dam broke. First a wet stain apperead on her thong, then a tiny stream emerged from her pussy lips, finally it became a strong powerful stream of trumbling urine, hitting the floor full-force. Lara’s face turned red and took an expression of relief that reminded me the face I had just moments before. Her panties were ruined! There was nothing to do, so I left that disgusting place to the two Dutch sisters and came back to Agata. I was faltering, holding myself to the walls. When I arrived in the set room, Agata was kissing deeply Clara, hugging her, touching her, in a very sexual way. She got on top of her, lifted her dress and peed on her chest when… Yeah, ok! Maybe too much information for you, Mr. Squeamish! In the end, the ad went on TV just one time, because the authorities found out pretty soon that we were underage at the time of the shooting. They said they recieved an anonymous call with lots of information about Dolores and me. I think Lara called, but she never said anything to me about it. She just convinced me to gather some strenght and join her family on suing the Italian atelier for “pedopornography”, despite in the ad you can’t see our genitals, just a glimpse of nipples. Obviously we won and we recieved a lot of money. I couldn’t touch that money for years, because Lara was my legal tutor as well. She insisted so much, so I let her did that. After my overdose and after entering your mom’s “Cottage”, after becaming roomates and being helped by her, I could use that money. It was then that I decided to study Maths at the university. And in just one month I will graduate and… Yeah, you’re right! You want to know why Odile can’t live with us anymore. So, I was hugging Dolores… Natalia = Jade Eshete Dolores = Elle Fanning Lara = Jennifer Lawrence Agata = Asia Argento Clara = Claire Foy
Finally, the new chapter has arrived! Really sorry for the long delay: unfortunately I lost this chapter while I was almost finishing it, so I had to rewrite it completely. It's not how I meant to write it in the first place, especially because it's too short and it does not contain a lot of details that I wanted to insert in this chapter. I didn't have time to revisioned it, so forgive me for some errors. Please, enjoy it!  - 3.C - Boy, I’m thirsty! I talked to much and now my throat is dry. I am T-H-I-R-S-T-Y! Yeah, ok, I’ll quit spelling, I know you hate it! God, you’re so obnoxious! And NO, I’m not drunk! Is the pool fridge stocked? Maybe I’m lucky enough to find a beer or something… (trampling sounds) So, I was saying… Yeah, we were hugging, legs crossed, in the middle of that bloody hospital. No, not the Saint Sebastian, the other one, the one in the South part of the city, what’s its name? The one in which Erika works… Yes, that one! Oh, the fridge still has two canned beer, Here comes mama! (fizzing and gulping sounds) Much better! God, I needed that! Sorry for the interruption but I couldn’t wait any longer… So, Dolores stepped away from me, before I could say anything about that perfume she was STILL wearing, hopped a little on the spot and tried to surpass me to enter the bathroom, completely silent. She was acting wierd, a lot, so I intervened. “A bloody line” I said, “It’s no use. I waited a bit, but the queue isn’t moving at all”. A sad mumble came from her turned head; from that I understood she was in the same situation as me, really needing the loo however unable to find one available. At that moment she started running… What? I’m arriving to the point, just let me speak! Running away from me, her flip flops made such an annoying sound on the plastic pavement of the hospital: every step sounded like a clap produced from her naked soles getting hurt by her footwear. I yelled at her, trying to catch her attention, but she was in some kind of trance, like she was mesmerized by something invisible just above her blonde head. She kept running avoiding doctors and patients in the hallways that we were wandering. Dolores’ right hand was tied in a very strong grip on her crotch, while pushing the yoga pants that she was wearing in a twisted way, like she was attempting to hold on a little longer, a little tighter. The result was disgraceful: doing that caused her extremely strechted pants to lower down her legs, showing off the upper part of her ass in a cute purple thong. That was too much! In a moment of might, I reached her and forced her to stop running away like a psycho. She’s still my best friend’s sister! “Why are you running away from me, blondie?” I asked her, felling my nails entering her arm, while trying to find a position in which holding in was possible. In that moment I noticed that she was doing the same… “I’m not running away from you, I just need to pee-pee!” she answered. “Nat, please, leave my arm, you’re hurting me.” Her crossed legs were bending while she was standing in front of me readjusting her pants, always issuing that bloody perfume from her porcelain skin. “Sorry, deary!” I left her arm, making my hand fly into my crotch and adjusting my white romper on my groin. “Sorry, it’s been ages since we saw each other and then we crashed and hugged and it seemed to me so random and…” “Yes, yes, so random, but please!!!” she interrupted me. “I need to go NOW and I think you need too… Let’s move.” Whoa, I didn’t know I was a fast-drinker! Yes, I’ve already finished the first beer… Well, my amber ice-cold companion, you’re following your brother now! I couldn’t agree more with Dolores. We jumped in an elevator pushiing the button to the second floor, aka the floor above us. Uprising was pure agony for both of us: Dolores was hopping back and forth the whole elevator, bringing her feet up and down and almost losing her flip-flops twice. Hypnotized by that movement, I was staring at her with an empty look, crossing my right leg on my left and viceversa, still holding my crotch hard. I felt a little drip of urine spreading in my panties so I squealed. My fingers were wet and my crotch too, I think. To see if I had damaged my white romper, I had to be sneaky and, to be honest, that was not my mind at all. I was just hoping that Dolores didn’t heard me squealing: the fancy elevator music was a little louder than the usual, so I really hoped that it covered my stupid voice sound. I don’t know why I was so worried about being caught: we had seen each other peeing a lot of times before, so… “What?” she asked me. “Nothing” I answered, grinding my teeth and feeling my faith in secrecy crashed. “Ok. By the way, is that a new trend or are you a really fashion hobo right now?” said Dolores pointing at my bare feet. I looked down to see that I was shoeless. Shocked I tried to look away and look back, hoping my very expensive stiletto heels would appear on me. Nothing. “Fuck!” I said, almost crying. “I left all our shoes in that Uber!” The elevator doors opened and Dolores escaped from me again. Finally our beloved destination was in sight: a perfectly no-queue free toilet in the middle of an empty aisle, surronded only by silent patients rooms. We were feeling so lucky, like we won the bloody lottery! Dolores reached the doorknob of the toilet and then froze. Locked. She tried again but the result was the same. Swearing, I tried to open that fucking door. Salty tears were forming on the eyes of poor Dolores. A splashing sound caught me unprepared. A little rivulet of pee was cascading from her crotch to the ground, wetting her feet. Her hands stopped it just in time. Yeah, those beers are making me dizzy… No wonder! I drank two cans in under ten minutes. Silly Nat! What was I saying? … Yeah, so Dolores turned on her heels and entered the first room on her left. She was truly desperate; and you know the proverb: desperate times calls desperate measures. The room we entered was the doctors’ changing room, with lockers and stuffs. So, Dolores ran in and unfortunately banged her shoulder in an opened locker, causing her to fall down near a wooden bench. I saw her eyes giving up: pee started rushing through her thighs, making her yoga pants shiny. “NO, no, no, no, noooooo!” she yelled. A puddle was forming between her legs and it kept getting bigger and bigger, while poor Dolores was crying all her tears. An hissing sound was echoing in the room. That was not helping me at all: I was still in need to release my bladder, but my bloody zip won’t open at all. I tried my best, but keeping my hands on my back and holding a load of urine with my legs uncrossed were not compatible. A jet of piss dashed splashed on my panties. “Open my fucking zip! Open it!” I yelled at Dolores, still lied on the ground, still peeing. My legs trembled while I waited Dolores to finish up with my zip. She said something about a fault on one or two of the zippered teeth, but I didn’t listened. As soon as she finished unzipping my white romper, I rushed to the toilet, when… What? Was Frank still waiting for you? Oh, I’m sorry if I had kept you waiting till now… Wow, it’s 3:57 AM! So late! Well, say your brother to go to sleep, I have plenty to tell you… So, I was rushing to the toilet when I felt like I was exploiding. I didn’t know what to do: only few more footsteps and I could reach my throne, but I really couldn’t hold anymore. My bladder was aching, my legs were against my will. So I made the only decision a normal person would do. I leaned on the sink while trying to undress. It wasn’t easy at all, I must admit: one hand was busy keeping myself dry, while the other had the role to pull down the dress. The romper was at my knees when I pulled my panties to one side and started peeing full-force into the trash bin. Some drops hitted my feets, but I really didn’t care at all: finally I could relieve myself. A river of pee left my body, filling the trash can and almost overflowing. I peed for about a minute or so; a cold shiver got me under my spine, making me blush. That was amazing, I swear! Dolores brought me back to reality. She insisted on using the sink to clean herself up, but I really don’t know how she managed to do that because her pants were drenched. I waited for her on the other room, checking if anyone wanted to come in while she was bottomless. “So, how’s your mother?” I asked her, finally able to catch some breath and have a normal conversation with my best friend’s sister. “My mom? Well, she’s ok, thanks for asking”, she answered me. “And you? Are you still with Viktor?” Please, she just remembered your name, don’t be so happy! That means nothing! Anyway, my turn to talk: “I’m happy your mother is feeling ok, because of her condition… you know…” “Which condition?” her voice seemed puzzled, hesitating. “Yes, lungs’ cancer. Sorry, didn’t want to be so rude…” “What? She has not lungs’ cancer! Not anymore…” a laugh came after that. “Fuck, my cigarettes are all covered with piss!” Yes, I know, insane! Lara said me that their mother is still sick, so how now she’s healed? “But…” That’s all I could say. I’m not really suited for being a guardpasser, I didn’t even noticed that a very worried-looking middle Eastern young doctor entered the room. “Hey, what are you doing here?” the doctor’s voice shaking, her legs crossed while pulling up her scrubs pants. “Sorry, we were lost and…” Dolores interrupted my blank statement entering the room, completely dressed and dry. “Doctor Nazhrin, how’s my sister?” Yeah, Nazhrin. Shirin Nazhrin. Do you know her? So, why interrupting me? Weirdo. Then the fidgety doctor Shirin Nazhrin who you dont’ know (yeah, sure…) started talking with Dolores about Lara’s health. I was so surprised to hear Lara’s name: she was supposed to be in Holland with her dying mother! Yeah, they said she is responding well to the therapy and she will be dismissed tomorrow morning; they wanted to monitored her for the night and so on… (splashing sound) What? Which noise? I don’t hear anything… Yeah, ok! I’m peeing again, happy now? I needed to pee and I can’t enter my own house because someone left the spare keys INSIDE the house, so I didn’t know what to do. My romper is dirty anyway… Yes, on the grass. Yes. No! However, I tried to catch as many information as I could, but then Dolores spoke about something else with that beautiful young perfect skin doctor who-you-don’t-know. “Well, I’ve got the little bag you asked for…” Dolores said, searching inside her sport bra. “Really? Do you have to do it right now, in front of her?” doctor Nazhrin answered. Her legs started hopping up and down. “I’m in a rush now, wait here!” “Sure” winked Dolores. Doctor Nazhrin splitted in a second and half into the toilet, managing to flash us her bare ass while undressing. A loud hissing sound started as soon as the bathroom door was closed. She must have been really desperate! Anyway, during the hearings of Shirin’s falls, Dolores explained me that she returned to some old friends and that was temporary: from that she meant the drug-dealing. Yeah, she came back to that life! She even asked me to join her with some “cocaine fun”. Can you believe it? I said no, naturally! Then I asked her why Lara entered the E.R. tonight. She answered me vaguely, saying that before this night her sister wasn’t feeling well, her condition, bla bla bla. Dolores returned from gym when she found Lara in the bathtub, crying for help because of bad pain she was experiencing. And the E.R. was their next destination. Then she said me the number of her room: n.358. And she also said me to ask Lara myself how she’s feeling. Yes, they live together now! I know Lara couldn’t tolerate how her sister is waisting her life with drugs and the failed modeling carrier, but still! That’s why we need to get rid of Odile and let Lara came back to our house. Considering her condition… I started running down the corridor to find the correct room, when… Oh, sure! I didn’t say to you WHAT her condition is. Well, she’s pregnant! Hello? Hello? Viktor, are you here? … Edited February 11, 2018 by 126 (see edit history)
In this chapter I'm trying something new, in accordance to what I was thinking with the developing of the serie. Hoping everyone likes it, I encourage everyone of you who reads it to also listen to the songs I'm posting via links, because they are an important piece of the understandment of the story. Thank you. Enjoy! - 4 - (song n.1 in background) (here I go again, same old shit, same old rusty coffe pot that probably will give me tetanus, same old Gerry trying to look up my skirt whenver I cross my legs, just stop Gerry you’re fooling yourself if you think you will ever get a chance to touch me with your disgusting greasy fingers, you stupid ass sound engineer, you dumb shit that make me vomit everytime I smell the same air you breathe, you) ‘morning Gerry! Everything ready for… Yeah, I’m fine, like yesterday and like tomorrow. Listen, please bring me a cup of coffee, I really need one. RIGHT. NOW. (yawn) Why is the headphone wire unplugged? Gerry! Why is it unplugged? I can’t work like this, Gerry, and you know it! I don’t care if these jacks were supposed to be in different angles because the “Polite Guys” needed those this way; do your job and make the microphones and the headset ready, I’m going live in two minutes! (Jesus Christ, fucking Gerry, he doesn’t change at all, any day is the same, damn college and its policy about free credits and scholarships, I need to experience this kind of shit just to be able to earn some fucking credit to pay for my fees, I’m a free thinker and you can’t imprison me like a fucking rat, like a fucking Gerry) Where’s the tracklist for tonight? Where’s…? Oh, here it is, under the mic. Who decided these tracks, they are shit songs, I’m going to revolutionate everything now, so be prepared to… God, Gerry you spilled coffee all over my legs! Shit! No, it’s not hot because the coffe pot doesn’t work, didn't you know it? Just go grab some tissues, there’s no time to rush to clean. And bring me some more coffee too! (God I hate him, please just make me happy once, strike him dead with a 1 million Volt shock from some broken wires at his sound station, please just do that for me, I promise that) Welcome to “Night Confessions” with your beloved host, miss Chance. Tonight, as every other night of the week, I’m going to take good care of you silly sleepwalkers, entering your own mind and blow it from the inside, from 4 to 6 A.M. for some magic pleasure. Relieve your souls, that’s your time: we accept every little stone or giant boulder that are jamming your poor little sugar hearts, smash it and lighten you up. Keep listen to South Lake “Om Krishna” University of Mhare Radio 132.13 FM, with your only sugarbabe honey-voiced miss Chance. We are going to stop for a quick song, don’t forget to contact us via Facebook and leave a phone number, so we can call you back. Kisses, beauties. (song n.2 in background) (fucking Gerry and fucking cheap ass single-layer tissue, can’t get rid of that damn coffee, shit it even soaked my leather shoes, shit, need to take it off and dry my feet too, damn Gerry, hope you get some horrible disease and die, you moron son of a) What’s that? A C-O-F-F-E-E, I said! Not a fucking urine sample: “Tarassacum Tea”… What? Yeah, it doesn’t taste bad, but I’m still waiting for my coffee. And some more tissues, my feet are still wet. Be kind, try to find a towel or something… (this tea is pretty decent although I’m working in this shithole called college radio station, it could go worse, still I have my follows, it’s crazy that hundreds of people wake up at 4am just to listen to my beautiful voice, a very useful help to relieve stress once someone said about this program, weird but true, now grandma can see how a phd in psychology could come handy, I came down here from Ireland for a reason, I’m an help, I’m the help, I’m a winner, I’m the) Ok, that’s better. Maybe this coffee will help me wake up a bit, don’t you say Gerry? Throw this empty cup away. Yeah, I drank all that tea, it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Now go to your desk, the song is almost over. (terrible coffe, give me strenght to survive another night and not to strangle Gerry with some wire) Again together, my darlings. I recieved tons of messages tonight, I can say you really love me, don’t you, deary? I examined personally every message, every struggles from your pained souls, every tears of discourage. I’m here to help you, beauties: surrender to my voice, discover your inner child and be prepared to be lulled in my arms, you little sleepyheads. Mama’s here to rock your fears away… (amongs the perverts there are some decent messages, just choose randomly, I can do it, just like every other night, this one seems interesting, I needed this coffee so bad, almost finished, I better be careful and not overdrink) So, let’s begin our long night of confessions. As usal, to keep all our confessors anonymous we will call them just after reading live their messages, and also using an alias of their choice. My lovely listeners, shall we start with “The Nurse”? She wrote me the following message: Dear miss Chance, tonight I had the best experience of my life. I was having dinner with my housemates and we had too much to drink. While we were joking one of them started caressing under my dress with her naked foot. At first I was shocked and scared, but, with a good help of that wine I drank, I felt loved and wanted to her to continue. I even had an orgasm! I didn’t know I was into girls, but apparently I am…  The other girl, a good friend of mine, looked me with horror. I'm afraid she's homophobic. Then we had to rush to the hospital; long story short, in the room the hospital my injured housemate tried to kiss me. I didn’t say no, again for the wine (or maybe not) and we necked hard. Hoping to not be recognized, I wanted only to say it out loud to be sure it is indeed true. Don’t contact me. My dearest “Nurse”, I’m supporting you in this moment of transiction and doubt you are experiencing. Loved to hear your tale about the night, your confession has been recieved and now you’re free to go on with a light soul and without guilt, clean eyes through the wind of life. I’m not going to call you, you expressed this will and I’m going to satisfy you. Worry no more, I’m here, miss Chance. (that fucking tea, what was it, I feel a turbulence in my stomach, not my kidney, can it be, no it can’t, so soon, but my bladder, I feel it, I feel it full and heavy, fuck I have still what 1 hour and 45 minutes ahead, what can I do, stupid ass Gerry, maybe if I cross my legs, yeah better, maybe more, ok, double crossing is good, also my soles don’t have to touch this dirty carpet, an hand in the crotch could help, God, I need to pee bad, but that can’t be possible, no way) A brief moment of pause awaits us, my dearest confessors. I leave you in the armonious sound of the aether. Be right back, beauties. (songs n.3 in background) Gerry! I need to go away for a minute or two! Gerry, where the fuck are you? Gerr… Where the fuck this idiot went? He’s not here! (what to do, what to do, I can’t leave the room like this, I need someone to cover me or I will be penalized like that time when I went out to smoke a cigarette and I got caught by that fucking sleepless teacher and I almost lose all my credits, fuck, pee-dancing is helping a bit, right, left, right, left, my feet are touching this dirty ass pavement, maybe also crossing my legs, ok, not helping, fucking Gerry, oh God, pull up my panties, I’m alone, I’m not afraid of anything, I need to hold it, I can do it, fuck the song is almost finished, fuck, oh, it hurts to walk, now seated is better, and again double crossing, feet bobbing up and down and an hand to shut my pee-hole, what a disgrace) My d-dearest beautiful soul-searcher, desperate, not desperate, sorry… I meant, heavy-armored-by-guilt errand spirits, miss Chance is here to help you and r-relieve… Yeah, relieve youself. Let’s proceed with another message… (C’mon Maebh, you can do it, fucking Gerry) This message is from “James Joyce”… well, that’s peculiar, i-indeed. I recieved it some moments ago, just out of the oven, only for you. Let’s see together, my d-dear listeners… Fuck, I made a mistake. My ex-girlfriend’s best friend is pregnant and it is because of me. We shared a couple of nights almost five months ago and I noticed she had a little bulge on her stomach when she moved out the house we used to live in together. Fuck! She tried to hide it behind the illness of her mother (lungs’ cancer, she said), but tonight it came out the truth. I don’t know what to do, please help me. (God, that’s too much, I don’t know how to handle it, plus a full bladder, it’s too much, please God help me to pass this night and, wait, there’s the cup of coffee, maybe I can pee in it, but it could be really noiseful, I need to be sneaky, I’m thinking for too much time, I need to get back to reality and talk, that’s my radio program, fuck, I spilled a drop of piss into my panties, no, no, no) I hear your predicament, mr Joyce. Maybe a good old-fashioned talk with yours miss C-Chance could help. Let’s just hope this number my favourite writer left is correct, my darlings. Let’s see… (hold on, Maebh, hold on, I can do it, just stretch my panties up my pee-hold to keep it shut and) Hello, d-darling! It’s miss Chance, I’m glad to hear a confessor like you tonight. Yeah, no rush, I’m here for you. Are you driving? Yes, please shut your radio because I can hear echo… Ok, b-better. (is that, no it can’t be, he’s with Natalia what’s-her-name, it can’t be Viktor, God I need to pee, or it can, the author, the forever-late, the rich one, no it can’t be, Viktor, but I swear) Are you sure is that your baby, deary? Are you sure she is not going to keep the pregnancy a secret because that baby is in fact n-not yours? No, I can s-see your p-points. No, we don’t have ads, this is a college radio. Yes, we can hang on. So, I was s-saying: maybe the best thing to do now is to talk with this girl and… (he’s interrupting me, so lame, Viktor, pretentious little brat, fuck, just leave me put on a song to pee in this fucking cup, leave me alone, I have tears in my eyes, fuck, I can’t hold it any longer, fuck, my panties are soaked, I’m literally peeing myself, slowly dripping my urine out) Sorry to interrupt, my darling. Before we c-can explore more your feelings and future planning, p-please let me share with you and all other our listeners and confessors a song of my p-personal choice. Here it is, we are going to hear each other in a two minutes. Kisses. (song n.4 in background) Viktor, is that you? Yeah, I recognized your voice. Listen… No, listen! What do you mean who am I? I’m miss Chance, Maebh Couldsun… The Irish girl from campus, dumbass. Listen! I need to excuse myself a moment: I will close the mic, just stay there and… Please! (God, this dumb shit talks too much, I need to piss, oh God, a desperation wave, I need to realease it now, oh the mug, where’s the mug, I need it, fuck, fuck, fuck, my panties, they are drenching, but I feel so good, oh my God, fuck it’s running down my legs, thery’re still crossed, not through my fingers please, my toes, they’re like rock on the top of a waterfall, how will I explain this wet mess, but I feel so relieved, God, yes, am I still peeing, wow, I had a lot of pee inside me, it's so relieving, I love it, so sexy, what am I saying, no, but it's like that, I like it, a couple of drops are leaving myself, so fucking good) Fuck! Uh! What? Did you hear everything? What splashing sound? Nothing. I said nothing! (what a mess, Gerry needs to take all the blame for this, he wasn’t here when I needed him, what will I do now, I can get up to run away nor to clean myself, I have to stay here for another hour, fuck, what do I do, I start with removing my panties, then I’ll see, fuck so wet, they’re spilling urine all over, disgusting, but warm and comfy, mmm, need some relax myself, I must continue my program) We are coming back live in 30 seconds. Are you ok? Your voice is shaking… and what’s that sound? Is that rain? What? I can’t believe you! Aren’t you still driving? 20 seconds till live. What do you mean by one hand? Are you really holding a bottle with one hand and your dick with the other, just to not pull over to pee? That’s way too dangerous: how are you driving? Yes, I can hear you’re relieved but… 10 seconds. By the way, I loved your play last winter, “How to share selfishness”. Despite that Jessie, the play was amazing. Ok, but… Listen, remain focus on what you were saying before the break, I know what my people likes. 5 seconds. Still peeing? 2 seconds. 1 second. GOD! What’s that crash sound? Viktor, answer me! Answer me… Viktor? … Maebh Couldsun aka miss Chance = Sarah Jones (links in the text)
A new chapter is finally arrived! First of all, I want to apologize for the extremely long wait: I had exams and other important things in my life that doesn't belong to you and are not interesting at all. By the way, writing thie piece costed me lots of hours of works, maybe too many hours. In fact, it is too long! I didn't want it to be this long, and, for a brief period of time, I thought of dividing this chapter in two smaller ones. But it didn't work, so here it is, very long and probably boring. As always, comments and suggestions are very welcome, and links are a very important part of the story.  -> 5 <- PROPERTY OF MHARE POLICE DEPARTMENT, ANTI-TERRORISM DIVISION Tape n.01 – Saturday 25th September 2027 Name = Jessica “Jessie” van Niekerk Date and place of birth = 07/07/2003 – Bloemfontein (Republic of South Africa) Occupation = waitress at “Hot Hog Diner” – Belvedere Road 455, Mhare, Department of Wylon (AU) Type of residency permit = scholarship visa, due to 01st October 2027 Act/s = involved as a victim and an hostage in the armed assault of the “Hot Hog Diner” during the night of Saturday 25th September 2027 at 5:00 AM circa Injury/ies = broken wrist, casted pronto in E.R. of the Saint Sebastian General Hospital of Mhare  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 07:32 AM - Saturday 25th September 2027 Anything else to ask? Uh? Well, I explained everything to the agent that escorted me here at the police station. So, I guess I’m free to go… What do you mean? I didn’t do anything wrong! I’m THE VICTIM here, the one that had a FUCKING rifle pointed in front of my FUCKING face! You have to right to keep me here! (cries) I don’t understand… This doesn’t make sense! You should be out there, catching the ones that robbed the Diner, hunting them! Instead you take your advantages on me! You enjoy seeing a crying girl in front of you, begging you to leave, you prick, you nasty bureaucrat! (stops crying) Let me go! I need to rest, I need to phone home, I need to see if Luther is ok. What? He’s my brother, poor kid. No, he’s not self-sufficient, he must be under observation 24/7… This is none of your business! If I'll explain again what happened, details-included, would you let me go? Do we have a deal? Thank God! So, I was working at the Diner and… What do you mean? I was behind the counter when they entered and… I was not by the cash register, but on the other side of the counter, near the little window that connects the kitchen and the serving area. Why was I there? Well… I was there because I wanted to stay there! (blushes heavily) Sorry, but why is it so important where I was? … and why are you asking me about my pantyhose now? No, they didn’t touch me: my pantyhose got ripped by accident, I don’t know how… Again, I told you: I broke my wrist BEFORE calling the police, while I was running outside to see… Well, I can’t remember where I was… Mmph! No, I don’t feel anything, the pain medication is starting to kick in; the nice guys from the E.R. took care of me promptly. I DO want to explain everything, but… please! You’re so rude, it’s not that easy! Please… (cries again) Please, can I speak with a woman? Tonight I did something that embarasses me, try to understand… Thank you! (the policeman calls someone on the intercom; the doors opens and enters a policewoman in uniform; the man leaves) Nice to meet you, Agent… Burman. Did I pronounce it correctly? Are you from India? I can see it from your skin. Can I call you by your first name? You know, I’m going to tell you something really embarassing – like going around with a piece of lettuce between your teeth for a whole day – and I want to have at least a friend in the room. Zoya: wonderful name! Well, I’m Jessie and I have a deal with your boss… Sorry, not your boss, I mean, well, you know! Are you feeling fine, Zoya? You seem… fidgety. Alright then. So, the night started as usual: my shift was the one that goes from 00 to 07 AM, the “boring hours” as Luther always says. He’s my brother, the only person in the world that cares about me, the only one that can make me smile everyday He… He’s a special kid: he has Williams’ Syndrome and, despite his 27 years, he’s still a big baby. He needs me, everyday, everytime. And I need him. He’s my angel: his heart is real bad-shaped and he needs constant attention. So I have an app connected with his holter, monitoring his bpm – beats per minutes, if you don’t know – that allows me to call an ambulance or police whenever he got… Yeah, yeah, sorry! We are here to talk about what happened tonight at the Diner. No, you didn’t rush me at all: you’re so sweet with your squeaky voice! Maybe the painkillers were too heavy for me, I feel my head floating. Remember, never cheat on your weight to a doctor, no matter how cute he is. The first thing I do when I arrive at my workplace, that little corner of hell, is going to change myself. I can’t arrive there already dressed up: I don’t have enough money to repair the AC in my oven on wheels that I call my car... To avoid getting dehydrated from sweating while driving, I usually drink my half-liter GULP↓ bottle in the car for the whole drive from home, like 20 minutes. Yeah, the caffeine-based energiezer advertised by the fluffy polar bear that get the six pack after drinking a gallon of this shit! It tastes horrible, but it keeps me awake for the whole shift. Tonight, like I always do, I tossed the empty bottle in the changing room bin and got changed in the uniform of the Diner, the one I’m wearing right now. I know, I’m ridiculous: Luther says I look like a “caring american mother from the ’50 so when moms had to stay home raising children and dads worked real hard in the hardware shops to collect enough money to build a nice house in a nice street and to raise the children like good catholic boyscouts and…”. Ok, I better get going or this will last forever. The dress-code of the Diner oblige me to wear black shoes, so I usually have a pair of flats at my feet, comfortable enough to stay up all night and not having dry callous soles by the end of the shift. You know what I mean, with your tight minty-green uniform: but you look so adorable in it, this is your colour! By the way, I lost my flats during the assault, or after it, while I ran outside to see what was the cause of that sound. Yeah, I noticed you noticed I’m barefeet. And I also noticed your feet can’t rest a second, you’re so giggly: do you need a moment, Zoya? Are you sure? Alright then. You’re so zealous on the job; are you always like this? Ok, I understand we’re not here to talk about you, but I was trying to make you relax a bit. You seems so on hedge! Anyway, I was dressing myself in this fucking yellowish uniform, buckling my apron around my waist wearing only my pantyhose and my bra, when my colleauge Em popped out from around the corner. I don’t know her full name, it’s so complicated… She insisted on saying that she had a lot on her mind tonight, about her group of friends and their mission and so on. This is so typical of Em: she starts telling you about birds in the sky and finishes scaring the shit out of you on how her grandparents survived the “filthy Americans” during the Vietnam War by living underground and becoming cannibals. She grew up in Switzerland, and only her mother is Vietnamese, but her “roots are strong inside her”. In fact, she kept also her mother’s surname, the Vietnamese one. Yeah, we are somewhat friends: we never had any contact outside the workplace, however she’s enjoyable to have around. A bit too lefty on my taste… Tonight she insisted on “keeping myself safe, obeying orders and everything will go smooth, ok?” This sounded strange, but she’s a weirdo and also the manager when Mr. McKenzey isn’t in, so I didn’t care too much. Yes, Mr. McKenzey is the owner of the Diner: he’s not so much around on the night shifts, I saw him just twice. Have you spoke to him? No, I don’t mean YOU personally, but YOU as police department in general… Silly Zoya! (Zoya blushes) That’s a good question: yes, my visa is on scholarship basis; in fact I’m studying Drama and Literature, under the bigger field Arts at the Mhare University, and I had a bursary. I want to be an actress! Yes, I HAD: last winter I couldn’t control myself and outbursted at the director/writer of the play I was acting in and I lost my scholarship. That’s the reason I accepted this stressful job: money stopped flowing and I had to take care of my brother and his medical bills… Anyway! In spite of everything I enjoyed that experience, I acted for a good cause: to raise money for lungs’ cancer patients treatment. Yes, I remember the name of the play: it was “How to share selfishness” and I was playing Tita, the girl that did nothing to save the situation in which Fedra and Ghyo (the main characters) end up, and instead became a snitch to the Authorities. The play was a shit, a big one, and the director thought that his finances could have made him a prize-winner intelectual play-writer, but that was not true of course. He’s just a plain copycat of much more estimated playwright, like Eston Krankenkopf or LeMont Antonassi… It was just a pretentious play wrote to became the assistant to Miss Faberguer, our Free Writing teacher. And he did it! Yeah, the name of that guy is Viktor, Viktor Metaxas; his dad was an entrepeneur, I heard, but he passed away some years ago. Yes, M-E-T-A-X-A-S; I think it’s Greek. Can I pour myself a glass of water? Talking dried my mouth so bad. Oh, fuck! Sorry, I spilled it all over the floor! Fuck, silly me. this trickling sound is hypnotizing, don’t you think? Every drop goes down, from the table to the ground and… Ah! Sorry, I felt something on my foot, but it was just the water. Can you let go my hand now? Yeah, so… I started my shift and the night was quite normal: the same truck drivers having a few beers and eating whatever the meatloafs contains, some hobos trying to sneak into the garbage can to steal the leftovers, Lemonade from the kitchen flirting with Em and Em ignoring him. Yes, Lemonade is the recovering drug-addict that work as assistant to the chef and dishwasher; he’s a good guy, trying to relieve himself from his past. Everyone calls him Lemonade because he got some serious blonde sparkling shiny hair: he used to comb them in a ponytail, but recently he almost shaved his hair, revealing a tattoo on the back of his neck. And he enjoys drinking lots of lemonade when he’s on duty at the Diner: this leads him to always need to use the bathroom. (laughs) It’s hilarious seeing him pacing around the sink, while washing the dishes and… Ok, sorry, I’ll try to focus more. Zoya, it’s helpful talking with you, I’m relieving a lot of stress right now, don’t you think? My wrist doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s unbelievable! Why are you so tense? Maybe you need to let it go a little. Ok, sorry, I’ll resume my tale in a second, just don’t be grumpy… At 2:00 AM the kitchen closes and I can serve only coffee or other beverages and what remains from the breakfast pies, as Mr. McKenzey legislated; but the petrol pumps are still open. It’s a self-service zone, however the payment must been done at the counter. Whoever wants to refill the car with fuel needs to come through me or Em. Lemonade usually tends to chat a bit with Em or with me (rarely) and then he proceeds his way home. Tonight made no difference: he stayed past his due hour, almost till 3 AM, chatting with Em and drinking lemonade. The Diner was almost empty. Then anyone left... Now comes the embarassing part. So… Why did you get up? Are you really more comfortable like this, standing with one leg over the other? You are a strange person, Zoya, but I like you. Again, before heading towards, do you need to leave the room for a moment? Alright then. Aroung 3:30 AM I took a little break to smoke a cigarette and use the toilet, while Em keep an eye on the Diner. It’s like a non-written tradition, but tonight Em decided that I needed to clean the men’s bathroom because it was “dirty as an ashtray”, her words. I replied something like “can I go pee first?”, but she refused to let me go, assuming that the work comes first than my physical needs. What had I to do? She’s my boss, after all! So I collected all the courage I had in my body and worked my ass out for almost 45 minutes to try (just try, I didn't succeed) bringing back the floor’s tiles original color. Yes, till 04:15 or :20 AM, maybe… However I understimated my, how to say… need. Everytime the automatic sinks poured water out, I felt an incredibly urge on my lower abdomen. Uh, and also mopping the pavement was a torture: every splashing sound from the mop on the ground made me shiver. I did the urinal part with my legs crossed, just like you are doing now Zoya. I don’t know about you, but I really do not like the sensation on my thighs rubbing together in pantyhose… so I stayed as still as I could while finishing that disgusting job. It wasn’t helpful at all, though. Thank God Mr. McKenzey allows us to listen to some music while doing the cleanings: an old podcast of miss Chance (with lots of beautiful songs, by the way) distracted me from my predicment for most of the time. Yeah, I had my headphones on… Yes, I couldn’t hear a thing from the other room. You’re making me dizzy, Zoya! I can’t follow you with my eyes around the room, like you’re a spinning top. Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, but really, what’s wrong with you, deary? You seem to not being able to stay still for a second! … no, ok, I understand you are an agent on duty, however… When I came back to the main room, determined to ask Em for a well-deserved pee-break – and maybe also a cigarette one – there was no one: no customers, no Em. She was disapperead. Perplexed, I called her and searched for her behind the counter, in the kitchen, even in the fridge room; I peaked out a window to see if she was outside, by the pumps. No trace of Em anywhere. I tried to call her, but the voice mail interrupted my hopes to find her. Then I got in the corner of my eye the parking lot: her fucking car was not there! Can you believe it? She left me alone in the Diner, completely alone! Without thinking it twice, I ran back the counter, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen: “BE BACK IN A MINUTE” I wrote. My legs were scissoring so much it hurted. I didn’t even realized that my left hand was so busy holding my panties and pulling it up my crotch to hold it better, that I was using my other hand to write. I was that desperate! Sitting on your heel is not police-like, isn’t it? Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a prick, it was just a joke. Alright then. And then I heard a cough: it came from the farthest corner of the Diner. A woman, dark dressed, was seated in the final booth of the room, watching intensely outside the window the neon’s reflection. Cursing under my breath, I approached her and asked her if she needed something else beside the coffe she was sipping. After a rude negative response by her, I dared asking her if she knew where my co-worker was, if she had seen Em leaving. She turned her head, facing me, revealing stunning calmly eyes and only saying “None of your business”. I left her in a state of trance: it could be the urine trying to find a way out and interfering with vital organs, but her sight made my heart skipped a beat. I got back to reality when a spasm made me lose some drops in my panties… But your boss – I mean the other agent, officer, I don’t know – pointed out that every information is important, to not understimate every little detail in what happened tonight. Why are you telling me now that I should skip this pee-part? Oh… Well, do you have the CCTV recordings or would you like me to repeat her identikit? No? Alright then. Well, I took my place under the counter, just right in front of the little window where the kitchen communicate with the main room. Standing there was… well, not pleasant. I felt like pee was trying to erupt from my body so many times, and… Did you said something? Was that a wheeze? Anyway, I was standing there, pacing back and forth the counter, holding myself so thight that it hurted and… No, I couldn’t leave the counter! What if that mysterious woman prolonged her delicate hands into the cash register? So, I was almost dancing there, on the spot, and… No, she didn’t see me doing any of this crazyness, she was gazing out, like she was waiting for someone from the sky. No! She was too pretty and tidy to be a prostitute! She was even wearing the perfume N. 112… so classy! Anyway, I couldn’t hold it any longer and I was stuck in the Diner, alone, responsable for the whole restaurant. This situation was not a short one, I’m telling you. I was locked there for at least half an hour! So I did what it seemed me something smart: if I can’t go to the loo, the loo will come at me. I decided the time was nearly over, and the more reccuring spurting in my panties were the proofs that I was right. That’s so embarassing! I... I USED A CUP TO PEE INTO IT! Here it is, I said it! (blush intesifies) Zoya, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to shocking you. You seem so upset… I said it because you can’t stand still! You are basically dancing, sweetie! I want too to finish this “shit up” and leave… Is everything ok? Alright then. The boss asked for details, so I’m giving him details. Fuck me! So, to p… pee into the cup I had to remove my pantyhose and my panties, but I was risking to get caught from the lady in the booth. The only solution that popped on my mind was to destroy my pantyhose and pull my panties aside, so to expose my goochie to the cup… I know! I never said it was the BEST solution, but it was the most immediate one. I was already peeing myself, slowly but inexorably. Luckily the ripping noise of my pantyhose was covered by the AC of the Diner and the sound of cars passing by. I peed for ages, I’m sure: I was in complete ecstasy! My eyes rolled up under the eyelids, it was so gooood! Fuck, I’m shivering right now by only remembering that feeling. … it flowed and it flowed out of me, into the cup, emitting a smal hissing noise: it resembled like when I spill coffee from the manual coffee pot. (laughs) The assault? Yeah, then happened the assault. When I opened my eyes – I was still peeing by the way –a rifle welcomed me: it was pointed directly to my face. A guy in a black suit, black leather boots and a mask of some bearded guy was shouting something at me, while another masked assaulter was spraying with black paint a geometric figure on the window of the Diner. The lady on the booth was gone, evaporated. Yes, sure I remember the thing they were drawing. It was like this (finger mid-air): Sorry, I don’t want to be rude… do you need to use the bathroom, Zoya? You have an hand in your crotch and your trousers are untied, that’s why I said it. I can see your blue panties! Darling, why won’t you go then? I understand you can’t leave a witness without a report, but you should be able to use a toilet break if you need to, don’t you? Alright then: if you’re so stubborn to suffer instead of releaving yourself, I’ll try to speed up my speech, so you would suffer less. “Mmmmppppphhhh” shouted the one in front of me. “I… I c-c-can’t understand!” I cried, with shaky voice. Then I felt urine overfilling the cup and starting splashing on the ground between my feet. Sorry, Zoya! “What’s that sound?” yelled the other robber: it was a woman and the voice recalled me Em’s voice. I was so scared that I must have imagined it… “Mmmmppppphhhh” repeated the masked guy in front of me. I really couldn’t understand a word, so he decided to take the mask off. I recognized him… Yes, he was Gerry I-don’t-know-his-surname. I think his real name is Gerard: he studied at the campus and worked for the University Radio, but I can’t say more. Gerry and I weren’t really friends. Well, from Montreal I heard, I’m not sure… “I said: we don’t need your money!” he screamed, almost spitting in my face. A moment later the cash register was eradicated from the counter by the female assaulter. Yeah, this makes no sense, I know! I got so scared that the cup spilled from my hand and splattered to the floor, breaking into a thousand pieces and spraying urine all over my feet. My soles got covered in piss, I felt it amid my toes… Oh, sorry again, darling! The noise the cup produced sounded like a big bang and the assaulters thought I was shooting, somehow. Instead of shooting back, they ran off – thank God! On his way out, Gerry shouted something like “long lives the Numbers!” Immediately, I crouched behind the counter, in the puddle of my own urine, and used Luther’s heart monitor app to call the police, avoiding his holter’s GPS-tracker and using my phone to localize the Diner. It was the most immediate thing to do, and I was still in shock! Then I peeked out my shelter to see if they had gotten away: the girl with the cash register was opening the rear door of a black van, while Gerry was still in the gas-pumping zone. I felt still threatened and got down again, but I fell. I lost my balance slipping over the puddle at my feet, damn it: my wrist battered against the floor and broke. I was breathless, never experience such a pain in my life. But I didn’t have time for the pain, I was still under attack. I feared for my own life, but I didn’t know what to do. So I peekend again, in between the upper part of the counter, just to see Gerry in the middle of the road. For the rest of my life I will remember how he turned his head to me, to ascertain of not being followed, before being hitted by a car that was driving at an absurd speed down the road in that moment. His body flying away mid-air to disappear behind the curve and down the cliff; the car – maybe a Brent Grey, a luxury model – overturning and centering the concrete pillar of the billboards near the Diner; the black van stopping to collect the body in the car; the… (heavy splashing sound) No, Zoya! I’m sorry, beauty, so sorry! I was almost finished… Oh, don’t cry, deary! No, no… It could happen to anyone. Please, don’t cry, Zoya; you’re still a police agent. (more splashing sound) Whoa, you really had to go! (Zoya leaves the room, running, still wetting) Sorry, I didn’t mean to say something… wrong. End of tape n.01 – Saturday 25th September 2027 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jessica “Jessie” van Niekerk = Jessie Ennis Agent Zoya Burman = Amara Karan Emerenziana “Em” Tartre Mihn = Mia Kang The lady in the booth = Viktoriya Isakova Lemonade = Alfie Allen Edited March 6, 2018 by 126 (see edit history)
Well, here's another chapter. It didn't turn out as I expected, but it's ok, I guess... Enjoy! - 5 -> 6 - … “What the fuck just happened?” “Oh, God! He’s dead, he’s dead!” “Just calm down everyone!” (light a cigarette) “He flew over the cliff! For God’s sake, he’s dead! It’s a 40 meters fall from there!” “Oh, God! He’s dead, he can’t be alive!” “Calm down!!!” “We have to rescue him, to collect his corpse, to…” “What? What do we have to do now? You’re not in command, 5! Ok? Just focus on the plan.” “But he... he could be still alive! Gérard could be alive down there!” “No names! Use the numbers, 5!” “He’s not alive, he’s surely dead and we can’t do anything to save him by now. Trust me, I’ve already seen this: when I was in the Riot Forces down in Algeri, I…” “Please, let me go! Just me, alone, down there to help him! There’s still a chance…” “Remember the hierarchy, 5! Or you can’t do math anymore?” “Sorry, 3; but I…” (cries) “You what? We are a squad, prepared for war: 8 knew too well the consequences of being this Movement, and you should remember it too.” “Yes, 3…” (cries more) “And don’t interrupt 2 anymore: she’s the most experienced in here, and if she’s saying he can’t be alive after this fucking fall, it means he can’t be fucking alive.” “He was ready to leave this world for the Cause, don’t forget it! You should be ready too.” “Yes, 2… But…” “But what?” “But he’s in pain, I know it! He’s…” “Listen, 5! Repeat with me: ‘he’s dead. Gérard is dead. He left this world, he will not return.’” “Shut the fucking radio, 3! I can’t drive in this mess…” “Sure, 2!” (5 continues to cry) “Repeat it!” “He-He’s d-dead… G-G-Gérard is…” “Anyone wants some dried mango?” “…” “What? … Did I say something wrong?” “Are you imbecile, 13? I was making progress with Em…” “NO NAMES!” “Fuck, sorry!” “I just wanted to be kind…” “That’s not the time to be kind! We are on the run, fuck!” (13 starts to cry too) “Oh, Jesus!” “Please, make your baby sister stop crying, she’s making me nervous.” “2! Please, the prisoner doesn’t need to know we are related!” “The fuck are you saying? He’s barely conscious, and furthermore I bet my entire panty drawer he can’t speak a word of French… Maybe only escargot, this capitalist fucker!” “Your panty drawer…?” “We can speak normal… I know who he is…”  “What? Really, 3?” “Yeah, he’s… (munching dried mango) ...his name is Viktor Metaxas and…” “Metaxas? From the Metaxas Chemicals?” “Yes, he’s the son of Istvan Metaxas and…” “What is the ‘Metschasch Chemicals’?” “13, please! Speak just when you are asked!” “Ok, big brother, but…” “How do you know Viktor Metaxas?” “Well, he was the boyfriend of a girl I met in the Mathematical Applications in Postmodern Philosophy and in the World Industrial Economy course. Her name is Natalia…” “Fuck! We have a Metaxas in our van!” “He’s a despicable individual. He claims to be a poet, a playwright, an intellectual, but he’s just a fucking cheating asshole. One time he organized a fund raising recital – I don’t actually remember for what, maybe it was for lungs’ cancer patients – and half the money he collected went “missing” for some reason. Police was involved, but he got away easily, because you know… money!” “5, how come you know all these things about this guy?” “Well…” “I think he’s bleeding, brother.” “Let him bleed out, he killed 8!” “He’s more useful alive than dead. We need to speed up and take him to 1. She’ll be really upset…” “Whoa! His arm!” “Fuck!” “It’s broken, shit!” (puke) “No! Fuck, Nymphe!” “I said NO NAMES! Fuck! Are you all retarded?” “I didn’t mean to vomit, sorry…” (Nymphe/13 cries more) “I think he noticed his arm…” “Is he fainting…?” … “Just leave him here.” “In the bathtub?” “It’s an order, 3! Obey!” (lights up a cigarette) “Yes, miss… ehm, I mean 2!” “Listen up! Since we miss a member of the squad, we are now short-staffed. Awaiting the arrive of 1, I’m in charge here. We need a plan and we need it now: The prisoner requires immediate cares: his arm is concerning me, a lot. If he’ll die, it won’t be any help for the Cause. So, 3 take the car and bring your ‘girlfriend’ over here; she’s a doctor, isn’t she? I don’t care if she’s busy at the hospital or snorting coke like she always do, take her here and bring also some meds. Use the back-up car. You see, your undercover mission turned out to be useful after all… I still haven’t seen what 5 collected from her ‘work place’; plus I need a detailed explanation of what happened at the Diner. So, 5 and I will go in the main room. The prisoner can’t be left alone: despite his obvious weakness and the continuous fanting, he’s still be able to escape from us. 13, you will do the first round as guard, ok?  And…” “Maybe it’s better if…” “What? Are you still talking, 13? You’re lucky to be Roland’s sister, or I…” “Please, 2. She’ll be obiedient, won’t you Nymphe?” “Yes, big brother. Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” “Ok, you heard it. She’s…” “Little girl, that’s not a ficton, not a game. We are serving the Cause, do I must remind you by force? We have people counting on us, tolerating abuses from the capitalist pigs that runs all the major industries just because we are here, fighting. There’s no time to joke. Your tattoo’s ink hasn’t dried yet and you are questioning my orders, again. I will not tollerate this kind of behaviour anymore, do you understand? I will chop your toenails, one by one, if you won’t be able to keep an eye (just that) to the prisoner while…” (slowly dripping sounds) “What the fuck are you doing? Are you pissing yourself?” (Nymphe/13 cries softly, splashing sounds intensifies) “Fuck!” “So, I scare you…” “Please, Cosette. She understood what you said.” (more sighing sounds) “That’s incredible! You’re an adult woman, Nymphe!” “That’s not her fault. She has a bladder condition since she was born. Please, don’t stress her out, anymore; she understood, she will be the better guard she could, don’t you Nymphe?” “Yes…” (sobs) “Will you do this for your big brother?” (Nymphe/13 nods) “Pathetic! How can you call yourself a soldier if you urinate yourself when your commander is yelling at you?” “I had too much to drink and I… (sighs) …I couldn’t stand it anymore in the van and I was holding it for… (sighs) …a long time…” “That’s ok, Nymphe. I can lend you some clothes, deary. But I think your shoes are too soaked to be wearable for a while.” (Cosette/2 exites the bathroom, fuming angry – Roland/3 follows her, mortified) “I need to clean up, but this guy is still in the bathtub… Em, what can I do?” “Well, maybe… Whoa, you did a very big puddle! Anyway, we can still close the bathtub curtain, so he can’t see you. I’ll bring you some clothes while you undress. Leave your jeans on the sink, darling. God, your shoes are drenching!” “Thank you, Em. Sorry to bring you this discomfort.” “Don't worry! By the way, I don’t think he’s a danger: he can barely keep his eyes open.” … Are you awake? Just stay there, you have the… what is the word? The one for people in jail, to put at the hands so they can’t be free… Yes, handcuffs! You are locked with ‘handcuffs’ to wall, you can’t be free, you understand, ok? Oh, you have to pardon my English, French is my language. Yes, I don’t have that accent, I’m not from France. Where? Well, from a little village in Belgium, called… Wait a moment, I don’t have to talk with you! There is a bottle of Hasznavehetetlen Vodka, it’s from Hungary. Maybe it could help with your arm, so you don’t feel hurt anymore. C’mon, have a drink! (Nymphe/13 sips, then hands to Viktor) You still feel pain? It’s right you feel pain, you killed Gérard! Merde! No names, Nymphe, no names, remember! How do you know my name? Merde! I’m so stupid! I don’t know if they want to harm you, not my choice. We wait and see, d’accord? Do you like this song? It’s my favourite! Not a strange choice, my dad used to play it… He’s a jazzist back in Belgium, so good: me and my brother went listen to him one time per month in the club he played in Bruges… I don’t have to talk to you. This vodka makes me tipsy and talky. Yes, the tall black hair guy is my brother, but I’m not tell you his name (shakes head to say no). He’s so loving with me: he protects me everytime. But this undercover work is hard. He has a fake girlfriend and he needs to live with her and she is a doctor. Yes, she’s coming to see your arm. Why are you so happy now? (long sip, her face turns red) I have no shoes because of Cosette (wriggles toes). She can be scary. But I’m not a child, I have a problem. I need to explain you, it’s a bit embarrassant: when I was little my rognons – I don’t know the English word, but you understand – had failure and I was at the hospital for long time. I was a ballerina, danse classique, and I practice so hard. One time I had too much practice I got out of water in my body – how do you say? Dehydrated, ok – and I had terrible pain. Then I woke up in hospital room with my mom and my brother. Sometimes it happens I need to pipi and can’t hold it, but what can I do? Don’t judge me, it is a medical condition. Oh, thank you, you are pretty too! Mmmm, I say your eyes, maybe… (childish laugh) Why am I here? For the Cause! My brother Roland – merde! – told me about the Cause and I got a scholarship for sport at University of Mhare, so I’m here. Yes, for soccer: I’m very good in soccer, play as striker. I got this passion from Roland, since we were little. He’s older than me, so when mom went to work he had to care me. No, my mom divorced my dad because he is a musician and he was cheating on her. Anyway, Roland loved to play soccer all the time with friends. I observed him and friends for long time, so fun! Then I started playing, I was 12 years old. I was good in little time, so good that boys had no chance with me. I got noticed by coach in lycée, he put me in girls team of the school and I was really good. At 16 years old I was the best in all the school and coach decided to make me play with boys. I was used to play with boys, because… (sips again, cross legs) … I played with my brother friends. When I was little they were so loving, then they started to attack me more and more, just to touch my ass or boobies. So disgusting! I used to do what they do: my brother – when he had to pipi – pulled his shorts aside and grab his 'thing' and peed. I did too: my shorts aside, with panties too, and peed. Sometime my hand got wet! (laughs) Oh! I fell down the toilet! (laughs again) Don’t look at my pants, I just need to grab my crotch a little, that’s all. No, no wet stain in jeans, you are wrong! (sips once more, double-cross legs) I don’t think you can smoke here… Then I went in Bruges University, my brother used to teach there… He was in the Math Department. Yeah, boring, but he liked it so much… I tried to do the same thing as he, but I had bad scores. So my brother helped me and found this scholarship here and I said bye to mom and moved here. Then I discovered he did for the Cause. So I joined him. And that’s my story. Merde! I didn’t have to tell you my story… But your eyes! (blushes heavily) (another sip) Listen, I need to do one thing. No, I stand up for talk you… I’m not dancing, stop! I’m just crossing my legs, that’s all! Don’t interrupt me, I talk now. (pee-dancing) I’m saying: I need to do one thing. You must cover your eyes, plug your ears, ok? That’s right: how can you plug your ears with a broken arm and the other hand trapped in ‘handcuffs’? Ok, no ear plugs, just close eyes. I use this curtain to hide. Don’t make a move! (loud hissing sound) Ah! Quel soulagement! Yes, I am peeing, ok? I know you can hear, I don’t care, I was almost pipi myself. Merde! What? Nothing! No, I didn’t ruin panties again: you are not funny! (chuckles) I’m still peeing, but… (door opens) “Brother! You came back and… Oh, n.1! I didn’t see you behind, Roland. Sorry, I’m so embarassed, but I couldn’t hold it anymore and… Well, I had to do something. And since this is a bathroom… Have you brought the doctor, brother? Oh, here is she! Just a minute… No, I’m not drunk!” (slightly slips on the floor) I’m ok, I’m ok! Yeah, Shirin you can come in to see the prisoner. His arm… Why this face? Do you know him? 1 = Viktoriya Isakova 2 = Cosette = Ruth Negga 3 = Roland = Edward Holcroft 5 = Em = Mia Kang 8 = Gérard "Gerry" = who cares 13 = Nymphe = Jenna Coleman (at 16 years old) / Alicia Vikander (now)  Doctor Shirin Nazhrin = Golshiften Farahani
This is is my first story; hope you enjoy! “The coffee is decaf!” Isla declared, and Ava groaned in sympathy. They’d arrived at the adventure camp yesterday evening, and what with some rather lewd, late-night rounds of Never Have I Ever, none of their room had gotten much sleep at all. “Drink tons of tea. There’s a bit of caffeine in it, you know.” Holly could always be counted on to provide the facts. Smiling, she proffered a mug to Isla. Ava watched the girl drink a gulp, before starting to brew a mug for herself. ”Ugh, it’s freezing outside. Maybe you’ve got a point.”  Holly’s smile widened, ever pleased to be right. “Hurry up, though. We’ve only got a few minutes.”  “Yeah, but I’ve really got to pee and grab a coat first.” Isla downed the rest of her drink in one. “You really didn’t need to know that. Just- I’ll be back in a couple. Tell the instructor where I am if I’m late, okay? Thanks.” She started to speed-walk out, leaving Ava sipping at her mug and Holly humming, distracted. “Okay, it’s five-to-nine! You need to be at the tower in five minutes; that’s five minutes from now. The session, which is rock climbing, actually starts at 9 o’clock, folks, so be snappy.” Holly reluctantly obeyed the instructor, but Ava hesitated. “You know, I might take a bottle of water with me. I don’t know how long it’ll be.”  “Fair enough. Me too, actually,” Holly consented. Bottles in hands, the unsuspecting girls followed the remainder of their group to the climbing tower. It looked about ten metres in height, nothing drastic, and a decent introduction to the sort of high-ropes activities they’d be traversing over the next week. Harnesses lay serried on the ground.  “Guess who it is.” Isla returned to the group, looking relieved, and earning a glare from the instructor. “Watch carefully, and copy how I put my harness on.” The girls dutifully mirrored the leader’s actions- stepping through the loops, pulling it up round their waist, with a strap thrown over each of their shoulders, and clips tightened into place. Ava felt it intimately tight around her crotch, and shifted a little in place. She realised she had to use a toilet at some point, remembering the rush to get breakfast and how it had stolen her bathroom opportunities. She started to get a little concerned, fidgeting on the spot (and being rather aware of the fabric providing a lovely, pleasurable friction down there), but then she remembered her water bottle and took a gulp. It calmed her nerves, so she gulped again and screwed the cap back on, ignoring her urges. “I’m going first!” Isla stepped forward, ready for her harness to be strapped onto the pulley. She turned to the group. “Now watch and learn.” She’d clearly done activities of this type before, because she scrambled up the wall in a couple of minutes and touched the top of the tower, cheering. “Hey, I can see- aaaaah!” The instructor appeared to have had enough of her cavalier attitude, because she plummeted like a bungee jumper, stopping inches from the ground. “Hey, you could’ve warned me!” “There’s a lot of you to get through.” The instructor prompts unclipped Isla. Some others in the group started to crowd the tower, all keen to ascend, but Ava hung back. Her nerves were making her bladder need more pressing. She couldn’t even hold herself, as the strap ran directly between her legs. She knew, however, that leaving for the toilet would mean removing the harness and forfeiting the entire activity. So abruptly, she sat on the ground and drew her knees to her chest, rocking a little. This helped, she realised gratefully. And thus she watched some of the others go up, with varying levels of success,  clenching her thighs intermittently. She really did have to release quite a bit of liquid. She alternated between side-to-side and back-and-forwards rocking, the tight strap stimulating her clitoris in a rather pleasurable way. At least no one was watching her- Holly was halfway up the tower, and Isla was chatting to a group of boys. With a cautious flick of eyes from side to side, she thrust her hands between her legs, trying to distract her bladder. “Ava will!” Quickly changing position, Ava looked up, and saw Holly gesturing to her. She guessed she’d just been volunteered to climb, which really wasn’t appealing to her at that moment in time. Groaning, she stood up- and immediately fell forward a little. The urge was so much worse than she’d realised! Sitting down had lessened it. She couldn’t keep still, but she tried to disguise her fidgeting as trembling in the cold. Once strapped in securely, she realised the pulley was exerting quite some pressure on her vulva, momentarily improving matters. Her face turned upwards to the tower, and she realised she’d have to get at least halfway to avoid ridicule. So she lifted a leg onto the first step and ooh, her panties were damp! Damp and warm, for she’d spurted. She revelled in the warmth for half a second, and then remembered her circumstances. Focus on the climbing. Right. She was actually rather turned on, so it was easier said than done. She wasn’t sure why the throbbing urge of her bladder was quite so...delicious. She was actually enjoying this. She hoisted herself up one, two, three pegs. And up she climbed, some more. And then she made a mistake. She looked down. She knew she was only several metres off the ground, but it seemed so far. And DAMN IT, SHE NEEDED TO PEE! But there was no way to relieve herself up here. But no, she had to. She stopped climbing and pressed her thighs together, clenching all her muscles down there. She knew her predicament must be apparent to the rest of her group, but she squeezed her eyes closed and pretended they weren’t there. She was going to have an accident up there. There was no way she could come down and get the harness off in time. She had no choice. She just had to, didn’t she? Her bladder rebelled. “Ava, are you going to-“ she heard Holly call, and suddenly she relaxed. She was peeing! She was urinating through her panties, her jeans, into the harness which cupped her so snugly, where it pooled warmly. Stray rivers branched out into her jeans, and she entwined her legs together, feeling her inner thighs warm and moisten. Then there was the splatter of liquid on wood. Of course- she was suspended on a climbing wall! A stream splattered all the way down the tower, eventually hitting the ground with an amplified pattering. This went on, and on, and on, so strongly, and with her face to the wall, Ava closed her eyes and smiled. This was satisfying. It really was so satisfying. So many rivulets ran from her, so many separate streams falling to the ground. So much pee being filtered through her clothing and falling down below. As she slowed and dribbled, she looked down at the saturated ground far below.  And then she saw her group’s faces. So yep, that’s my first attempt at writing, and hopefully not my last! I may continue with a sequel about how the rest of the activities unfold, if this is received well. Any feedback- both positive or negative- would be much appreciated. Thanks for reading :)
Joy's bladder throbbed as she waited for the shower to warm up. She bounced on the balls of her feet at the sound of the pattering water. Despite there being a useable toilet right next to her, she'd rather save the water and just go in the shower. She ran her hand under the water and felt that it was still ice cold. She shivered, not because of the temperature, but because of the urine beginning to push it's way out of her. She figured she might as well make her waiting time useful. Fidgeting a little bit, Joy stripped naked, starting with her pants to relieve pressure. Once she was in the nude, she felt the water again, which was still cold. "This shower takes too long..." she complained to herself. She walked out of the bathroom to check the time (which she could do, since she was home alone.) Joy was a bit surprised at how late it got. She'd been watching television for a while before turning on the shower and hadn't kept track of it. She was supposed to leave in under thirty minutes to a party at her friend Katie's house. Her and a few other girls were going to sleep over there and, since they decided to be quirky, all wear onesies.  The pressure increased, causing Joy to bend a little at the knees. She gave herself a couple of small love taps and made her way back to the shower, which had warmed up considerably in her absence. Relieved, she stepped inside and released the large amount of urine that had been residing inside of her. It leaked out of her in a strong stream, joining the shower water beneath her feet. Her boyfriend was taking her to Katie's, and she got out of the shower as soon as he was pulling in the driveway. As she dried herself, she glanced over at the giraffe onesie next to the bra and underwear she'd decided to wear and wondered, since her boyfriend was picking her up as well, if she should just skip the undergarments. He beeped impatiently outside, and she giggled. She donned the onesie over her naked body, neglecting her bra and underwear. She noticed her nipples slightly visible through the fabric, but it didn't matter too much. When Joy stepped outside, she noted the heat the onesie was going to make her endure. She hoped most of the time would be spent inside. She got in the car, and noticed her boyfriend was still wearing his cute little Wal-Mart uniform. His nametag read 'Eric.' "Fuck, I need to piss," he said, grabbing his crotch as he backed out of the driveway. "Why don't you go somewhere?" "The plumbing at work is broken or some shit, all the bathrooms are off limits." "You could go at my house," Joy offered, but they had already begun driving. "I'm just here on lunch break, I don't want to be late." Eric winced and leaned forward a little. The ride was visibly uncomfortable for him. All the pent up urine inside of him needed to be released, but he pushed through it. Joy thought it'd be funny if she teased him a little bit, sloshing around a huge bottle of soda that was lying on the floor. She chugged a lot of it, but he didn't seem to care, so she just put it back. When they arrived at Katie's house, he hurried Joy out of the car. On her way to the door, she unbuttoned the flap in the back of her onesie and wiggled her butt at Eric, not as an invitation, but more of a tease. He drove away as she covered back up. She rang the doorbell and was almost immediately greeted by Katie and one other girl, Abby. "Mackenzie isn't here yet?" Joy inquired, setting her small back of things down on the table. "No, but she should be here soon," Abby replied. She had a pig onesie, which was intended as a joke at her own weight (which was a little on the heavy side) but no one seemed to notice. Katie had an eeyore one with ears that hung down. An hour later, the girls saw Mackenzie briskly shuffling down the sidewalk through the sidewalk. She had more baggage than anyone else. She had a brown bear onesie on, which was a drastic contrast to her pale skin. She knocked on the door, crossed her legs and twisted her body like a pretzel as she waited. The door soon opened, and she rushed inside. Katie hugged her, but Mackenzie didn't hug back. "I have to piss so fucking bad," she said in a shaky voice, letting her bags drop to the ground at her feet. "I've been holding it for like ten fucking hours," and with that, she rushed to the bathroom. Urine pattering in the toilet was audible from outside of the bathroom, but nobody cared. A couple of hours later, they found themselves playing a card game in Katie's room. It had been dark for a while. Joy began to feel a slight twinge in her bladder, but it was a very minuscule sensation and she decided to ignore it. The girls were having a conversation about their parents, usually venting about frustrations with them. This went on for a while, until the twinge in Joy's bladder grew to more of an ache. She was about to get up and use the restroom, but Katie had said something that piqued her interest. "Oh! I have something fun," she said. She went to her closet and fished out an old Nintendo 64 and some games. "Let's set it up!" Abby said excitedly. This took a while. They were trying to make heads or tails of the many wires from other game consoles, and what they could unplug or not, all the while Joy's need was slowly but steadily increasing. They decided to give up and play the Wii, which was already set up. Mario Kart came on the screen, and they played 4 player grand prix. During one game, Joy's need to urinate returned, but she beared through it until it faded. A couple games later, she felt the need to pass gas. She considered holding it, but they were having a good enough time. She leaned forward and let it out. Prrrrt. They laughed, but the push nearly made something else come out. Joy jiggled up and down as she played, saying "gottapeegottapeegottapee," and making the others laugh even harder. It didn't help her hold it very much, but it soon passed. About an hour later, they became bored of that game. "I think my brother keeps the other wii games in his room," Katie said. She got up to look. "I'll come with you," Joy said, leaving Abby and Mackenzie by themselves. They went into her brother's room, which stunk of a mixture of incense and some strange unknown fragrance. "Are you sure your brother doesn't care about us looking around his room?" Joy asked. "He isn't home, and neither are my parents so nobody's gonna know." They were poking around the room when Joy's need once again returned. She was about to excuse herself when Katie opened a box under the bed. "Whoa," she said, smelling the inside. "What?" Joy asked, her curiosity outweighing her desire for a toilet. Katie picked up a rather large bag of marijuana and showed it to Joy, who said the same thing. Katie laughed. "Do you want to... you know..." she asked hesitantly. "Smoke it?" Joy finished. Katie nodded. "I mean... If you want to." "Sure, yeah, I mean why not." Katie put the bag back in the box and picked it up. Abby and Mackenzie wanted to stay behind at the house, so they played videogames while Joy and Katie went into the backyard to smoke. "Wait, I don't want there to be a smell around my house," Katie said, paranoid. "Alright. Want to go to the playground?" Joy asked. "Yeah." The playground was a long walk away, almost a half hour, but they didn't think too much of it at the time. They made their way across the long stretch of field that led up to the swings and sat down. Katie opened the box and packed a bowl. "I've seen my brother do this a bunch of times, but I don't know if I'm gonna do it right." "Eric smokes, and he gets off in like five minutes. I could call him," Joy offered. "Yeah, do that." Joy called her boyfriend, who said he was just about to pass that neighborhood and he'd head over right away. He arrived in only a few minutes. He hopped out of his car, and seemed pained as he walked across the field. One hand was over his abdomen, like he'd just been punched in the stomach. "I'm gonna get a drink of water real quick," Katie said, and headed over to the pool area. Eric got to the swings and winced. "Are you alright?" Joy asked. Eric's face was contorted in agony, and one hand quickly moved to his groin when he saw Katie leave. "Wait... wait one second..." he said. He turned around right there, unzipped his fly, and relieved himself in the field right there. His stream was impressively powerful, and went on for a long time. He let out a sigh. The sight reminded Joy of her own bladder, which had filled up considerably, and with the sight of Eric's relief, was causing her to squeeze herself and squirm in the swing. Eric zipped up his pants and turned around. "Holy fuck," he muttered, laughing. "Mmm..." Joy whined, and Eric went over to the swings and kissed her. She did her best to hide her desperation. Her legs were locked together, and her body was tense, but other than that she looked completely normal. The hard aches in her abdomen slowly subsided, and she felt fine again. When Katie returned, they took the weed out of the box. Eric taught them to pack it into the bowl and how to take a hit. They both coughed vociferously and laughed as they got the hang of it. Though they were told they wouldn't get high their first time, they certainly felt it. Joy got the bowl and was about to take a hit when a sudden wave of desperation washed over her. The urine that was being held inside of her was pleading to be released. She crossed her legs and moaned in discomfort, swaying from side to side. "What?" Katie asked. "I need to pee!" she was tapping her feet so fast it was jiggling her whole body. Katie laughed, and so did Eric. "Just go," he told her. "There's no bathroom here," she took a hit, and right after the bowl was given to someone else, she put her hands into her crotch. "Just go outside, that's what I do," Katie suggested, giggling. "I'm wearing a onesie, I'd practically be getting naked out here." She withheld the information that she would literally be stripping naked to pee. "Hold it then, I guess. Do you want to go back to the house? My brother's gonna be home in a while and I don't want to get home too late." Joy nodded. When they got up, her need to pee intensified for a second, causing her to dance in place, then it gradually subsided, leaving a dull aching pain inside of her. It seemed the soda before had fully caught up to her. Joy's head was in the sky. She found everything Eric and Katie were saying to be hilarious. It was a little silent for a while, before they passed a discarded spoon on the ground. Katie pointed and randomly exclaimed "spoon!" (something they wouldn't find funny if they were sober), and they busted out laughing. Katie snorted, causing Joy to laugh so hard she fell on her behind. Her dull, aching bladder quickly intensified from this and forced her to shove both her hands into her crotch. She continued laughing as her need increased, pulsing and yearning for relief. She writhed in desperation, but she couldn't stop laughing. The liquid inside her felt like it was gaining weight by the second. Joy had a momentary loss of control, letting a four-second long stream leak into her onesie. The fabric absorbed very little, making her thighs wet and sticky with urine. She locked her legs together and held on hard until the pressure subsided, and then, still giggling, rose to her feet. She didn't mention this, she only kept walking. For the rest of the walk home, it felt like there was a bowling ball inside of her. Joy's thighs were wet from the urine that had escaped her urethra, and she hoped it wasn't visible. She couldn't tell in the dark. She picked up the pace when the house came into sight. They were nearly there, just outside the house, when Katie said "oh shit," causing her to stop. "We forgot the box at the park!" Eric sighed. "We've got to go back," Katie told them, "or I've got to. You guys can stay here if you want." "No, I don't want you going all the way over there by yourself. I'll come, I just need to pee first." Joy rushed into the house, her need increasing with every step. She got to the bathroom, where she met a terrible sight. The door was locked. She knocked on the door. "Someone's in here!" she heard Abby call. Joy groaned and danced in place, both hands buried in her crotch. She direly needed a toilet. The pent-up urine she'd been retaining for too long was begging to be released. She was nearing her limit, and she could feel it. The last time she peed herself was in seventh grade. Almost making it to the toilet, she wet herself right as she was about to go into the stall. The feeling was similar to this. Abby left the bathroom and Joy sprinted in, slamming and locking the door behind her. She jumped and marched as she tried to get the back flap opened on the onesie, but her movement was too much. She twisted up like a pretzel to try to stay still. She trembled terribly under the enormous weight of her overfilled bladder, but she managed to get it open. Feeling the familiar cool draft on her butt, she rushed to sit down on the toilet. She leaked, but realized that the flap wasn't nearly big enough to pee through. It seemed it was mostly just for show. She pulled the front forward, but it still wasn't enough. She was going to have to undress completely. This proved to be the most difficult part. Sitting on the toilet, she was ready to explode. She was so close to relief, yet so far. Plus, she needed one of her hands to unzip the back. Her legs trembled as she pulled on the zipper. She squeezed herself with her left hand while she pulled with the right, but something wasn't right. The zipper wasn't budging. She gave it a  hard yank, but it still wouldn't come. The zipper was stuck. She groaned in pain as she felt her bladder contract and dropped down to a squat to help hold it in. Though this was torture for her bladder, it put pressure on her crotch, which was her primary concern.
Maybe I keep getting dumped because I push my sexual interests, even when my partner doesn't want it. It always ends in embarrassment and shame, but in the moment I just seem to forget about it. I remember the first time I did this. It was my first girlfriend, once I began to explore my bisexuality. Her name was Liz... February 10th Had a sleepover with Liz. Didn't do anything sexual unfortunately, but I had a good time. I woke up before her, around 9 am, and had my morning pee. It was a decent one, since I hadn't gone the night before. It got me thinking about how she probably didn't go last night either. I mean, we were together the entire time. My mischievous self started thinking about her doing a pee dance, grabbing at herself, twisting her legs together... I wondered how she would look. I'd never seen her desperate before. I locked the bathroom door from the inside and closed it. To make sure, I turned the handle. Locked. Perfect. I'd done this to myself by accident once, and I knew I could open it right back up. It was one of those doorknobs with the slit down the middle so you could open it with a knife. She didn't need to know that, though. I crawled back into bed and fell back asleep. I was later woken up by a light knocking. I opened my eyes to see Liz trying to open the bathroom door. She was rubbing her half-closed eyes, so I knew she had just woken up and had wasted no time in finding relief. She noticed that I was awake. "Is the bathroom locked on purpose, Em?" she asked. I feigned confusion, trying my hardest to look sincere. I crawled out of bed and tried the knob. "I might have locked it by accident..." I said. "Oh, I got it." She turned the lock with her fingernail and entered, closing the door behind her. That was uneventful. I did hear her urinating, though. It was a strong stream, a bit longer than mine was. Better than nothing, I suppose. That was the first of my Omorashi-based activities with my partners. Other than listening in on her in the bathroom the next was also with Liz, a couple months later, when we were roommates. May 13th "Emily?" Liz called from the other room. "Yeah?" I answered. "Could you come here real quick?" I did what I was asked. I wasn't too surprised to see what I saw: pamphlets on how to lose weight. Liz has low self esteem, and seems to think she's 'fat.' Of course she isn't, she's actually really attractive, but she's a little on the heavier side and she takes way too much notice of it. "I think I need you to help me with a routine, since you used to work at that gym, remember?" "I'd be happy to, Liz." "If you're not busy right now... I mean, I'm not busy..." Shit. Truth be told, my bladder was pounding. My fetish was a complete secret to Liz, and I wanted it to stay that way. I also wanted to enjoy my hold, but I could see that wasn't happening. "I want to start with exercises," she said. "Sure." "Great! I'm gonna change out of my work clothes." She left the room. I decided to make her a protein shake, since that was my drink of choice whenever I worked out. I mixed the liquids, which reminded me all too much of my urgent need. Pulse... pulse... pulse... I wasn't sure how long this was going to take. If it was just five minutes I'd like to go back to my hold, so I wasn't about to just waste a bladder full of pee. I really needed to, though. Really bad. I figured I probably should use the toilet. I never particularly liked mixing my sexual interests with anything else. I went into the bathroom, where I remembered something. Something that gave me a rather greedy idea. I opened the medicine cabinet, took out a package of laxatives, and made my way back to the kitchen. I never went pee, by the way. My bladder was still very full. I emptied the package out into the shake mixture. It was a small pack, but it would do the job just fine. I mixed it well and disposed of the paper. It was supposed to take effect in a little under three hours, but I wasn't sure how exercise would effect that. Liz came out in black leggings and a tank top with her blond hair tied back, and before I knew it we were jogging down the road. Piss was sloshing around inside of me as I ran, but there was no danger of a wetting. I just needed to go really bad. I wondered if Liz was feeling any effects of the lax yet. Probably not, since she only drank it about a  half hour ago, but she gulped it down quick. Pee would probably become an issue for her as well. I had never heard her allude anything about a need to pee or poop in all the months we were dating, so it may be difficult to see some desperation. That was, unfortunately, my main interest. I wasn't going to make the poor girl shit herself. A little while passed and we stopped for a break. Although I knew it was bad to sit down for a break during a run, I needed to give my poor bladder a break. I really needed to go to the toilet, but I knew my limit. I was safe for the moment, but this exercise was killing me. "My stomach kind of hurts, is that normal?" Liz asked. My ears perked up. "It's probably the protein shake," I said. Technically, I wasn't lying, was I? "You drank it pretty fast." "Yeah..." She had her hand on her belly. We ran for a little while longer, then I decided we could stop at the gym since it was so close.
Hey guys, I am pleased to present my newest fic, a male desp/wetting piece. Enjoy. Asking For It The thing that shocked Jason Sherwin the most about peeing his pants in 11th grade was not that it was happening. It had been a slow, straight march to this fate. Neither was there room in his mind for practical questions, like what to do about standing in the sun with his classmates while a gusher of pee careened down his jean leg and made a mud puddle under his flip-flops. What did remain was how “going” like he was felt so indisputably on-purpose. As much as it had hurt before release, he could have stopped the stream. Instead, he chose to push. As long as he had entertained the notion of someone having a wetting accident, as far back as a close call for himself in kindergarten, he had pictured it differently. Since before the occasion he recalled, he had not liked to use the school bathrooms, out of some sense of shyness even at five years old. He preferred to avoid drinking much and waiting until he got home. But one day, while sitting cross-legged on the floor and being read to, a sudden urge to go besieged him. The blazing strength of the pee feeling had taken him by surprise. He refrained from gripping his crotch, but somehow sprung up into a kneeling position so his legs were together. He squirmed and clenched as hard as he could, his body crying out for him to let go. He maintained composure enough to be ashamed of what was happening. Everyone was looking at the pictures in the teacher’s book, somehow failing to notice Jason’s babyish, white-knuckle display of keeping his pee in. The only time he had seen the classroom’s toilet at this point had been during orientation before the first day of school. His shyness no longer mattered; now would be its real introduction. He raised his hand with the signal the teacher taught the kids for when they had to go, and was excused. Though never having peed himself since potty training, he just knew disaster was moments away. A squirt dampened the front of his Batman underwear before the bathroom door was completely closed. He hopped and ran in place with burning bladder muscles to stop it, and finally got his button open. Eyeing the clear water in the toilet, he answered his bladder’s throbs and let fly. But in reaching for his penis to direct the stream, his eyes grew wide. Oops. His hand found… the fabric of his briefs-- warm, saturated, and billowing out where he was unloading urine into them at full blast. A second of fumbling later and his clothes were finally all out of the way. He was free to let the rest go in the toilet, and having finished, re-covered himself with the sodden briefs and zipped up his shorts. Learning the term may have been years away, but his return to the class was the picture of a poker face. His underwear were cool and very wet, but his shorts appeared unscathed. He sat back down as if he weren’t stewing in fresh piss. The worry about whether he would be found out had faded before the end of the day. ---------- The reason Jason had hung onto the memory of this first and most urgent pee emergency into eleventh grade was because it still did not result in a real accident. Sure, his underwear had caught a fair amount of pee when it happened, but being a little wet was not by itself unpleasant, and all except that one little leak was released only once he chose to do it. Part of him wished he had not asked for the bathroom. He wanted to know what it felt like to fail at holding it and pee all-out into his pants. As he got older, he had even made peace with the embarrassment and scolding that would have accompanied it, rationalizing that it was perfectly understandable for a kindergartener to wet himself. He was too close with his older brother to suffer teasing, and his two younger sisters were babies at the time. Nobody would probably have even thought about it a day later. This curiosity around the exalted “real” accident that remained out of reach sparked the secret pee fascination Jason had now fostered well into high school. He liked being by himself and thus did not have any good friends, but had made the habit of watching others for signs of desperation, hoping he’d catch someone wet, and letting out the odd intentional dribble himself. Being secretly damp around others excited him. At times he’d hold his pee for hours after the first urge to go, even at school, to see what would happen. It never amounted to more than a persistent stomach ache. He always made it home. To make matters worse, he occasionally tried wetting himself on purpose while standing in the bathtub. His body refused to give in. Unlike his perceived bladder endurance, his taste for imagining eventually hit its limit. If he was to find out what real desperation felt like, it would have to be with a bolder effort. No more careful probing of his capacity. No more kid gloves for his bladder; he was going to crush it if that’s what it took. He had proved already he could take it. That determination put a spring in his step one Friday morning. With the rest of his family occupied that afternoon, there would be a short window after he got home when the house would be empty. Today was the day to kick his amateur holding habit into gear. Jason peed in the shower when getting ready for school, shampooing his curly “metalhead” blonde hair with one hand and aiming the pee stream down his leg with the other. Swirls of yellow were carried toward the drain. While warm on his skin to begin with, his concentrated urine rose in a fog thanks to the shower’s heat, causing a smell which hung heavily.  It did not disgust him. To the contrary, knowing it was his gave him a naughty thrill. But he hoped not to produce such a strong odor later in the event he leaked before getting home. He had a glass of iced tea with breakfast, a little taller than normal as the first stage of his plan to beat his bladder into submission. If he usually released a lazy pee when getting home, upping his fluids should ratchet up the intensity. Dressing was normally done without much thought-- a semi-random pairing of a band or geek t-shirt and jeans to go over flip-flops. He contemplated what would work best for his challenge. His only pair of tight jeans were a very pale grey. He buttoned them over snug boxer-briefs and slipped on a red Gryffindor shirt. With an oversized flannel button-down over that, and a water bottle in the pouch of his backpack, he was ready. His mother asked no questions as he left for the bus stop about why he was more energetic this morning. Classes began as normal. His slightly increased liquids at breakfast, bolstered by deep drinks from his bottle throughout, had no effect on his first few classes. He upped the ante at lunch by making the trek to the best water fountain and drinking until he was full. Lunch period was almost over, but when the first bladder pangs hit, he turned back to the water fountain for another indulgent mouthful. Trust in his holding ability was absolute; there would be no mercy. Algebra II was when Jason’s fullness had appreciably traveled downward. Frequent spasms made him clench, and moving made the pee slosh inside him. He kept his knees together, and crossed them when hard surges hit. If he pressed a hand to his crotch, it was for comfort rather than need. Where most other kids would probably ask for the bathroom, Jason savored the pressure. Yes. This was about how badly he needed to go at the end of a normal day. Seeing as this was sixth period, with two and a half more classes to go, he’d face the better part of three hours before getting home to deal with his delectably intense need. No sweat. In between solving compound functions, he rewarded himself for accurately gauging his bladder with more sips of water, and a few celebratory dribbles in his underwear. Doing it made him get hard, which made holding it easier. He managed to squeeze out a little bit more, spotting the front of his jeans before he clamped the flow. The way his hair hung down from both sides of his head hid the fact that he was biting his lip with excitement. It would take a lot more pressure before his case reflected what happened all those years ago. Standing up at the end of math class was the first suggestion for Jason to rethink his boundless confidence. He hesitated, hunched over for a moment, with a bladder that felt like a dumbbell. Not that he almost lost control-- his was good enough that even relaxing proved no trouble. Still, his body would not let him release more than the minorest of squirts in his clothes. As usual when he had to go “badly”, a lot of the discomfort was focused in his stomach rather than at his bladder’s opening, where he wanted the feeling. It must have been that it was not done stretching. Once he had reached capacity, maybe then would the urgency of the feeling increase. Sitting down in science was a big relief. The walk from one classroom to the next, which he was used to doing with a full bladder, was now completed with one that would not stop spasming every few seconds. He groaned contentedly when sinking into his desk. It was much more comfortable to hold his pee this way. Still, the pain was beginning to get to him. To resist it, he recalled his frustration with holding before. He was going to punish his bladder, and maybe it would give out at some point if he continued to hold at home. Not caring who saw, he squeezed his penis. So what if it felt good: everything short of going to the bathroom counted as continuing the challenge. At some point, a shooting pain hit his abdomen. He groaned audibly. Tiffany, the cute brunette who sat next to him, glanced over. Jason met her eyes, blushing red. He only liked her a little bit, and had already made up his mind not to care if anyone noticed he had to go. But that did not mean he agreed with that choice in the moment. He stared straight ahead and hoped she would go back to ignoring him. Back to focusing on his zinging bladder, he had never suffered a sharp pain like that before from having to pee. Was he hurting himself? He only intended to have a pee emergency in school, not a medical one. His science teacher’s restroom pass was a floppy disk hanging from a lanyard. He gave it a long look, and raised his hand to ask for it. Surrender was at hand. Tiffany’s arm went up first. “Can I go to the bathroom?” she asked. The teacher pointed his thumb to the door, and out she went. Damn. Only one student was allowed out at a time, unless Jason wanted to plead his case that it was an emergency. The pressure on his bladder had rocketed up since the first worrying spasm, and it had only been a few minutes at most. But the shooting pain had not come back. Jason took Tiffany’s hijacking the pass as a sign to press on. He was still not afraid of losing control. All it took was bouncing his knee to keep him comfortable enough. He would make it. Minutes before science ended, Jason could not risk relaxing his active hold. Every time he did so, a wall of pee rushed to the opening. When he clamped down again, a warm drop or two inevitably escaped. He cursed his prior habit of leaking in class on purpose-- he had effectively trained himself not to hold in the time that it counted. Not that he had a problem with leaking even now, having wet his underwear enough to feel urine dripping down between his thighs. But if he continued at this rate, his light jeans would show enough spots to give away that he was slowly peeing even if he held in the rest. Heat returned to his face with just how bound up he had gotten himself. He kept his hold steady. His body expected him to let some out, so his bladder had responded with a greater push. He scrunched his toes into his sandals with the effort, but the leaks stopped. The bell rang. The commotion of everyone making for the door let him take a moment to bury his hands in his crotch and quietly whimper. A film of sweat had risen on his neck and forehead. This was it. What he planned to experience for years was in his lap now. His sphincter quivered and he truly felt that he was moments away from blasting his pants with piss. But he was over an hour too early! There was no way he would be able to handle this state for an entire class period and bus ride, let alone do it without making a scene. His earlier vows were forgotten. He gathered his things, set his brow, and lurched toward the bathrooms. Even if he never used the ones at school, and he had to explain to his strictest teacher that he was late because he had to pee, this was the end. It was nearly the end right there in the hallway, when another shooting pain racked his abdomen at the same time the fire alarm rang. He clamped one hand over the ear closer to the source of the infernal sound, and one around his penis to avoid wetting himself. He whined loudly. Others may have guessed it was because the alarm was shrill and ear-splitting. Truthfully, it was because his resolve for holding was shattered. His situation was real, now. He was beyond the point of merely wanting to pee. If he did not put a concerted effort into holding it, it was going to fill his pants in the packed hallway of his high school. And now the bathrooms were inaccessible. He let himself be herded outside with tears in his eyes. What had he been thinking? Clarity soon came back to him, though. As badly as his muscles burned, they were not giving out. The most he lost at any point was a negligible fleck. If it meant keeping himself to leaks or even spurts until the fire alarm was over, so be it. The group had reached the courtyard and Jason’s teacher was doing a headcount. Tiffany had returned and locked eyes with him again. There was no denying his terrified expression and frantic potty-dance this time. She leaned close and asked quietly, “Do you have to go to the bathroom?” It could not have been more obvious. He nodded, deepening his squirming now that the secret was out. Tiffany looked at the trembling wreck that was Jason, as awed as one who had seen a magic trick. “Oh my god, you’re not joking. Were you going to ask to go at the same time I did? I’m so sorry!” She hugged him. “I didn’t know! I was fine, I should have let you go first. Will you make it?” “Maybe,” he squeaked. His muscles locked up. He was not going to wet himself in front of Tiffany after she showed him such understanding. On second thought… Jason’s heart redoubled its thumping. Tiffany acknowledged him as moments away from an accident, and was being understanding. As unfavorable as his current scenario was, he might not get another chance. Before he spent too much time deliberating whether to keep holding, a third piercing pain rocked him. A primitive part of his consciousness made the decision. Screw it. With the pain at its peak, Jason let go. Urine screamed out of him. Tiffany grabbed Jason’s arm to keep him upright. While he moaned and shuddered, pee filled his groin and rained down his right leg. It made the denim heavy and warm, and the fabric bound itself to his skin. Streams broke free at some points to patter into the lawn. He avoided looking at anyone, even Tiffany. But the relief was infinite. He may have let go on purpose, but he got his wish. He was peeing his pants in school. The peace that blanketed him in the midst of catastrophe must have been what drugs felt like. He pushed the pee out, continuing to spray it with a noisy fury. Several times he had to shift his feet to avoid sinking into a swelling mud puddle. The sight that greeted him upon looking down was a dark and glinting expanse. It was plain to anyone: he had destroyed his pants with piss. When his stream finally slowed to a trickle, Tiffany pulled him by the wrist out of the crowd. “You... should go to the clinic, let’s hurry!” she said, “Before too many people see.” Jason was still shaking from what happened. “I think it’s a little late for that,” he said. He was leaving an irregular trail of pee-drops on the concrete walkway to the clinic, and an increasing number of classmates were looking his way in shock. He noted in the moment it did not bother him as much as it should have. The nurse looked up from some paperwork at the pair-- both red-faced, one sopping wet from the crotch down. “Oh my goodness!” she cried. “He peed his pants,” Tiffany chimed, as if there were any other possibility. His eyes downcast, Jason peeped, “Do you have any clean clothes I could borrow?” “Uh, yes,” the nurse said, suddenly in motion, “Just-- stay right there, don’t move. I’ll only be a minute.” She exited through a back door. Jason looked at Tiffany, who kept her hands in her pockets and shrugged. “I should probably get to class,” she said. “Alright,” he said, sweeping a hand through his voluminous hair. At once he was struck by how crazy this all was-- he stood, drenched in pee, talking to a girl he had a mild crush on. “Sorry,” he added. “No, don’t be sorry!” Tiffany rushed to answer, “I’m sorry for cutting you off like I did, aah! And the fire alarm, oh my god. It’s okay, I promise. Have a good rest of your day.” She waved and left. The nurse came back. “Here, change into these,” she said, extending a pair of PE shorts, “We’ll put your wet stuff in a plastic bag, and you can call somebody to come get you.” She showed Jason the bathroom. He did as he was told, and actually released an urgent second stream into the toilet. He had had enough peeing for one day. After a phone call and the time it took his mom to get there, Jason was ready to go home. When he explained what happened in the car, it sounded like it all made sense-- he asked to go when he needed to, and was twice held up. That he never had problems in the past was merely a testament to his good luck until today. What he did not reveal was that he included today in his string of good luck all the same. His plan had not failed; it had succeeded beyond all expectations. Perhaps the worst embarrassment lay ahead. But in place of the years of regret over playing “What if”, he had done a real wetting, sparing none of the involved spectacle of doing it in front of people he knew. And when it came down to it, he did not care about most of them. Tiffany took it well and that is what counted. Upon getting home, Jason changed out of his school shorts, lay on his bed, and smiled to himself. He may have doused his jeans spectacularly, but his absolute limit remained unknown. He would have to try harder next time. Edited January 16, 2018 by AliasnameTO (see edit history)
Content note: wetting, female/female dominance/submission and very mild sexual content, laundry. My name is Na, and my duty is to please my mistress. At the moment, she's at work, and I am at home. The apartment is summer-warm and airy, the balcony doors thrown open to let in the afternoon breeze - my usual clothing of a loose vest and panties keeps me easily warm enough here. I can hear the whoosh of buses from the main street a block away, and occasionally smell savoury scents from the nearby takeout. I sit at my desk, cross-legged atop a comfy cushion on my desk chair, and do my work: one thousand words on meditation, five hundred words on how to take care of your car in the winter. My job as a freelance copywriter pleases my mistress, for it gives me something to do during the day, while still allowing her to control me. The results of her most recent command are still very present: a large damp patch at the crotch of my red panties, and a darkened area on the shaggy brown rug in front of the fireplace. Amongst the things my mistress controls is my bladder: when I empty it, and where. I'm rarely allowed to use the toilet to pee, and I am seldom directed to use the same place twice in a row - the house's floors are all tile, vinyl or well-sealed laminate, well furnished with rugs; the beds have waterproof mattress covers; and even the sofas have a discreet waterproof layer underneath the cushions. "Your car needs special care in the winter", I type. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the curtains shift as a breeze floats into the room, and a second later I feel it cooling the wet spot between my legs. I smile, and continue writing. A few minutes later, my phone beeps. It's mistress.  "Good description. Fullness level?" Above her message is a long one from me, detailing my most recent activity: describing how much I'd needed a wee, how it had been distracting me from my work - and how I'd doggedly continued, as mistress had insisted I do, and how much relief I'd felt when I was told I was allowed to go to the toilet on the rug. I wrote about squatting down and almost immediately peeing, the stream soaking through my panties; I described the drumming noise of it hitting the rug, and how it had been replaced by splashing as a puddle slowly grew. And then I had described how hard it had been to cut my stream off after ten seconds, as mistress had demanded I do; how hard I had had to clench to stop my bladder emptying itself as it was used to doing. Amongst the things my mistress values about me is my ability to write - to describe the results of her commands in a different way every time, to liven up her day in the office. "Pressing, mistress," I type back, "rapidly increasing to challenging." "Drink your tea, and report in in half an hour." "Yes, mistress." I take a couple of sips of the Earl Grey sitting beside my laptop. I am a tea fan, even in the height of summer - I'd rather wear less clothes than drink a cold drink. But right now, my bladder gives me a warning pang, protesting that if I keep drinking tea it will need to be emptied very soon. I ignore it and calmly continue drinking. --- Half an hour later, I have written one hundred words about snow chains and anti-freeze, and I really, really need to pee. I'm writing slower than normal because I keep drifting off into little reveries, thinking about how good it would feel to just let go and soak the cushion beneath me. It certainly wouldn't be the first time. But mistress has not said I may, so I continue to hold. I've been checking the clock every minute or two, and when it finally ticks over to quarter past, I grab my phone. "Mistress, may I pee please? I'm very desperate." "Yes." There's a short pause. I get to my feet as fast as I can - slowed by one leg being numb from having it pressed into my crotch to help me hold, and further slowed by my aching bladder. She hasn't told me where yet. "In three minutes." I let out a gasp, and shove my free hand between my legs. With my bladder loosening in anticipation of imminent release, I'm really not sure I can hold on. I bend over and dance from foot to foot until the immediate urge subsides. At least I'm not likely to be asked to cut off halfway through this time - mistress knows that this can be painful after too many repetitions, and she is usually fairly kind to me. Once I can straighten back up, I pace around the living room, phone in hand. I know from experience that waiting for the minutes to tick over can feel agonizingly slow, so I open Facebook and scroll through: cat picture, somebody's having a BBQ, dog picture, vaguebooking, advert, funny cat picture with misspelled caption. One minute ticks over. Long-winded rant about education; I'd normally be interested but I'm so distracted I can't pay attention for more than two sentences, so I scroll past to lighter content. Two minutes. I find myself mentally tallying up how many seconds it takes me to appreciate a cat, versus a cat with a caption. It's not very many - I'll need a lot of cats to fill that last minute. Finally, it feels like the minute is almost over. I switch back to messaging, and type "Please may I go, mistress?" single-handed; my other hand is holding back the flood. My finger hovers over send, my eyes on the clock. The minute ticks over and I mash the send button. I bounce from foot to foot as I watch the message send indicator: one tick, two ticks... I hope she's not talking to a colleague, or has her phone out of reach, or ... no, she knew I was holding for three minutes, surely she'd... perhaps somebody came into the office and she had to put the phone away... Two blue ticks. Message read. If she takes any longer I'm going to just pee right here, and then I'd disappoint mistress, and I don't want to disappoint her, nor to be assigned a punishment - extra tea, or even more challenging holds, or even a wetting in public... "It's nice outside. Go stand on the balcony and take in the sun. You may empty your bladder fully." I turn to run out to the balcony, but after the first step, I'm forced to slow down to a hobble. It takes far too long to get out to the balcony, but at least it gives me time to message "Thank you mistress." - the phrase she requires me to say before I go. The balcony stretches the entire width of the living room, and its sandstone blocks are warm under my bare feet. I have a quick glance left and right - luckily, in the middle of the day, most of my neighbours are out, so nobody's on the adjoining balconies, and I'm shielded from passers-by and office workers in the block across the street by the lush greenery twining around the midriff-height railing. I put my phone down on the patio table, grab the rail with both hands, spread my legs wide, and... nothing. The worst part of a long hold is the painful few seconds when your body isn't quite ready to release control yet. It often happens to me if I'm peeing in public - whether it's on the balcony, or if I'm performing for mistress's friends, or if I'm wetting myself outside as a punishment. I can feel my bladder straining, and I grit my teeth ... and ... and ... and ... let go. When the dam finally breaks, it's an incredible relief. Pee courses out of me, a thick stream splashing down onto the sandstone and smaller rivulets running down my legs. I lean back, enjoying the sun on my face and my rapidly-emptying bladder, and after a few seconds I can hear trickling from the balcony drain. I look down and check out my puddle - I'm standing in the middle of a large patch of pee-darkened sandstone, surrounded by splash marks where droplets have been flung away by the force of my stream hitting the floor. I'm still going, but less furiously now, the initial urgent need having been well and truly taken care of. The stream stops after quite some time, but I hang out on the balcony for a minute or two, occasionally letting out little spurts which trickle warmly down my legs. The feeling of emptiness is amazing. I wiggle my bottom to shake the last few drops from the soaked crotch of my panties, now shining wet in the sunlight, and open a storage crate to grab the post-peeing towel we keep out here, using it to dry off my legs and feet. I pick up my phone again. Time to report in. --- Just after 7pm, I hear the rattle of a key in the lock. I head through to the hall: mistress likes me to greet her when she comes in from work. I kneel on the wood-laminate floor at the end of the long hallway as the door swings open. Mistress looks every inch the professional accountant, as always: dark hair pulled back into an efficient bun, good makeup expertly applied to look like none at all, a sober navy suit jacket and knee-length skirt, shoes with just a touch of heel. The contrast between her and myself - short, a bit on the skinny side, my naturally mousy hair dyed lilac and defying gravity - is night and day. She closes the door behind her and puts her handbag on the side table, amongst the carefully-chosen minimalist knick-knacks, slides off her shoes, and puts them on the shoe rack. Her tights come down next, rolled and placed on the shoes. She pulls up her skirt and squats, showing off her panties - black, lacy, expensive. A smile, a wink at me, and a second's concentration... and then she's peeing full-force through her panties and onto the hall floor, the puddle spreading outwards to the discreetly waterproofed skirting boards. I watch, and despite the fact that this has been her routine most days for the last year, I am mesmerized and turned on. Once she's finished, she stands up, wiggles out of her panties, and drops them in the middle of the puddle. "Towel," she says. I throw her the rolled towel I've been holding. She dabs at her perfectly manicured pussy, dries one foot, steps onto a puddle-free area, dries the other, tosses the towel back to me, pulls her skirt back down. "Clean up," she commands, and heads for the shower. --- Late evening. We are lying on the couch in the darkened living room. Behind us, on the dining table, stacked plates bear the remnants of a good dinner, and in the distance I can hear one of the washing machines clicking onto spin cycle. (Life in such a wet household demands plenty of washing, and it is mistress's pleasure that I do this.) We're watching a show I don't particularly care for, but which mistress loves. I shift slightly in her arms. "Mistress?" She grabs the remote and pauses the show. "Yes?" "I need a wee. May I go please?" "You may pee here," she says, and moves her hand down between my legs. I changed after my earlier wetting - fresh panties, blue polkadot this time, and a thin pair of black cotton pants, slightly too long for me. "Thank you mistress," I say as she unpauses the show. This is probably my favourite situation in which to pee, I think to myself as I let go - comfortable and secure with mistress holding me, feeling her enjoyment. I lie back and appreciate the warmth spreading, pee gently trickling down my bottom and pooling underneath me. When I finish, she whispers in my ear - "Good girl." - and slips her pee-damp hand inside my panties. As she gently strokes my clit, I feel a familiar warmth on the small of my back and know that she's joined me, wetting her pajamas. --- I wake up late the next morning in the same outfit, lying by myself in the soaking wet bed. Sunshine streams in the window as I sleepily roll out and begin stripping the sheets, smiling to myself as I remember last night's activity. After making love on the couch, we headed to bed via the kitchen for one last glass of water each. I remember waking up a couple of times in the night, lying there half-on-top of mistress, my head on her chest and my leg between hers. Once, feeling a warm wetness against my leg that told me the glass of water had made its way through her system, and a second time to relieve myself, hot pee trickling down the places where our bodies touched. My tasks for the morning are to revert the apartment to its previous pristine state - to remake the bed, wash all of our clothes from yesterday, put the couch cushions in the washer and take out the spare ones, wash the rug I peed on. After that, I will resume my work for the outside world. Throughout, I will ask permission to go to the toilet when I need to, and mistress will do what amuses her: tell me where to go, have me hold, have me drink more tea. My name is Na, and my duty is to please my mistress. Edited January 16, 2018 by sspz Content note (see edit history)
Shantae needed the rest as she sat in a chair in Uncle Mimic's workshop. Ordinarily, a free trip to the Magic Carpet Races would be the relaxation, if the half-genie former guardian of Scuttle Town didn't have to enter herself on a second's notice and fight through the Ammo Baron's airships, troops, and the man himself. True, she had stopped evil and even earned a new dance to transform into a mouse for her troubles, but four major battles won in a single day would take a lot of energy out of anyone. At least all her friends were here with her, for better or worse. In particular, the zombie Rottytops was raving about her friend. "And then she jumped from one carpet to the other, and whipped the guy off, and just kept going!" Despite the small room and limited audience, she was shouting and jumping around, the sudden jerky motions threatening to detach her loosely connected limbs. "Yes, I'm aware. I was the one in the race," Shantae sighed, shifting her legs around to place one gently over the other. "Seriously, Shantae," Rottytops continued, her ironically lively personality unfettered. "You should totally become a full-time racer!" "Well, I'm jobless now, so I suppose I can consider it," Shantae relented, though she didn't sound too serious about it. Besides it being kind of a stupid suggestion, the half-genie only had a single future plan, one that had been added to her schedule before the race even started. Despite Rottytops being the pit girl, Shantae was the one who needed to make a pit stop. Or, did that mean she should have paid Rottytops a visit? But it's not like Rottytops could help with this problem, being dead and all...the metaphor was getting confused. Shantae had to pee, she had to for quite some time, providing more than enough opportunity for it to get really bad. Thankfully, there was nothing standing in her way now. Once she had recovered her strength, it was just a quick jaunt to her house where she could use the toilet to her heart's content. And she could tell already, it was going to feel good. Her legs, beginning to lose the lead weights exhaustion had set, were ready to carry her back to her lighthouse, and she stood back up, slowly walking out of the building, in search of sweet relief. Not even noticing her exit-in-progress, Bolo commented on the conversation still going. "Maybe I should become a racer. They've got fame, fans, money, and girls hanging off them." "Yeah, go for it," the zombie cheered. "After all, gotta enjoy life while you still can!" While Shantae certainly had the intention of running to the toilet, curiosity overpowered that desire. "You've been saying that a lot lately. I mean, I get the zombie thing, but you've still got life. In a sense. I think." She scratched her ear in confusion, tugging lightly on her hoop earring. "Oh, haven't you heard? The end of the world's coming! The Hypno Baron is summoning a creature of unspeakable horror. Actually, I should get to his castle soon, if I want a chance to see it for myself! I got a map, if you want to come with!" Despite her legs being long stiffened by rigor mortis, she smoothly ran out of the workshop, throwing the map to her purple-haired friend before exiting, who held it in the air triumphantly. "Wait, what am I doing?!" She hastily put the map away, but only after several seconds of displaying her prize. "I need to get to Hypno Baron's castle right now!" Without a moment to spare, she bolted from the workshop, her destination: her final friend Sky's hatchery. It wasn't a long run, the hatchery was next door. She could have walked and still made it there in the same time. "Sky! Bad news!" Sky turned towards the door, interrupting her feeding candy to her not-usually-giant bird, Wrench, who was doing an impressive job staying that size despite Sky claiming he could only maintain the form for a few seconds earlier today. Liar. "Yeah, that rotten friend of yours just came in asking me to slum her a ride to some haunted castle." "Yeah, that's exactly it! She says Hypno Baron is going to be summoning some great evil to destroy the world! We need to get there right now!" "Really? Odd thing to suddenly drop on you. Usually, these adventures have buildup to the world-threatening plan." "I know, and I'm not prepared! My hair's still all windswept and it smells like I use gunpowder conditioner!" It'd be a positively stereotypical thing for a girl to complain about, if it wasn't a practical concern for a girl whose primary form of attack was whipping things with her ponytail. Reaching into her infinite pocket (because magic), she pulled out the map she received less than a minute earlier, handing it to Sky. As she looked it over, deciphering the directions, Shantae ran in place frantically, eager to get moving. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sky put the parchment down. "Then let's get moving! Climb aboard!" She mounted onto Wrench's back, helping Shantae seat behind her, as Wrench's wings flapped, and they ascended into the sky through the open roof. It was hardly a safe way to travel, but considering how many times they had made use of the method today alone, it seemed the threat of falling to one's death was a concern for neither. As their altitude increased and the air thinned, Shantae suddenly clenched up as something vital reoccurred to her. "Agh." she squealed, forcing herself further down on Wrench's back. "How did I forget that?" "Hm? Did you forget your keys back in Scuttle Town?" She had to be used to these conditions, no way a normal person would hear someone muttering with this much wind blowing past them, regardless of how Shantae was almost leaning on Sky's back. The two had been close friends for years, no point in lying. "No, it's just...I might be giving Wrench's feathers a rinse back here, if you catch my drift." Good thing there were very few other ways to interpret that confession at the moment, or it could have lead to a "hilarious" series of misunderstandings. Sky would have Shantae was offering to give a bath, a known dangerous and dirty offer, but without saying anything specific so Shantae would think it was still about her needs, and they'd go back and forth for what felt like forever. It'd be painful, better the implication got across immediately. "Well, you're certainly not getting my Wrench filthy. Do I need to land in a forest so you can take care of business?" "Didn't you hear me earlier? If I had the time to stop, I would have done it back in Scuttle Town! The world could be facing fiery armageddon and apocalypse while I'm on the can!" "Alright, alright, sorry I asked. Do it your way, but you're washing my poor bird if you pee on him." "I'm not going to wet myself! Come on, have a little faith in your friend!" "I do! If I didn't have faith in you, I wouldn't be flying you to a creepy castle alone! It's just, your track record for this sort of thing doesn't exactly inspire confidence." Shantae inflated her cheeks and pouted, she would have completed the image by crossing her arms if they weren't occupied holding onto her seat. "Hey, anyone would have an accident meeting a zombie for the first time!" Sky waved her hand dismissively. "Sure, sure. Oh, looks like we're there!" She brought Wrench down, perching on a window balcony, Shantae alone dismounting and hitting solid ground. This was the first time either had seen the fortress, and it certainly was a classic scary castle. Dark skies, dark gray cobblestone, only small lantern visibility inside the walls, a chilling air, and an eerie green aura enveloping the structure. "You sure you're up to this right now?" "Now or never!" Shantae proudly puffed out her chest, drawing attention to a feature that really didn't need the help being eye-catching, with her hands on her hips. "I'm Ret-2-Go," her catchphrase boasted. Sky had been friends with the half-genie for long enough to know that nothing she could say would get through now, so she gave up with a shrug. "Save the world and kick some Hypno Baron butt for all of us! Whistle if you need me!" Wrench took off, the sudden and heavy winds nearly knocking Shantae over, at least totally messing up her hair. Alone, privacy, it had been so long since she had those luxuries. With no one to witness, Shantae could finally partake in the desire eating away at her with the same ferocity as her scarfing down a roast: doubled over forward, hands on her crotch, madly stepping in place, and rocking her hips like a boat on the stormy sea. As an experienced dancer, her potty dances were something to behold. "Why does my schedule have to be so tight?!" The fierce movements continued for a few more minutes, tall waves of desperation crashing against her insides, and she had been on enough pirate ships to know she didn't handle tall waves very well. It was all she could do to remain standing as her bladder pounded like a punch to the gut, shivering and trembling until it somehow passed. She could stand up vertically, only move her legs to tap her foot, only needed one hand dedicated to holding, and that near-wet experience changed her tune mighty quick. "Well, it'll only take a minute to use the bathroom...I'm sure I can make a detour!" A high-pitched wail of tormented souls emanated from the interior. "If I can find one soon," she gulped, her addendum quiet and doubtful. Still, in she ran, the sooner she took that plunge, the sooner this ordeal would be over, happy ending or not. It did not take long for even the building itself to become a hazard. Before she could even take ten steps, a sound crackled from above her head, a rope snapping as something whipped down. "Wah!" Shantae backdashed out of harm's way before she even had any idea what the danger was, sliding from the falling lantern, shattering on the floor as the remaining oil went up in a wall of flames. "Even stupid inanimate objects need to make this difficult?!" It wasn't just the threat of injury that put Shantae on edge, but what that fraility meant for her, no way her bladder could keep its thin hold under those circumstances. A small dribble spilled into her underwear, dampening the thin fabric and spreading a gross feeling of warmth and wetness across her most sensitive areas. "Ah! Nononononono!" She begged and pleaded, balling up her pants between her trembling fingers, using up all the slack the loose garment provided and tightening the legs against her skin. Her knees knocked together with rapid tempo as she bounced and panted under the strain, whatever it took to limit the loss to that little leak. With all that effort being thrown at it, it was only natural it bore success, if only by a hair's breadth. The spurt stopped, having only made their mark on her panties, but what a mark it was. "Are you kidding me?! I can't even keep my underwear from getting soaked for a minute?!" Truthfully, she doubted it was indeed contained outside of view, and she needed to check. Very hesitantly, she removed her hands from their grip, the color of her cuffs and the hem of her pants, along with other pieces of adornment not currently within her view, provoking a gut reaction. "Do you not think I have enough gold on my outfit already?!" With nothing covering the origin of fluids, Shantae could look down and see, though certain specifics were obscured by her need to keep her legs pressed together. Certainly, it was difficult to tell on the black crotch of her pants, but it didn't look like there was any shine, though that would also be near-impossible to determine in this darkness. Well, it at least didn't feel like there was any trickles snaking down her thighs, where it would be extremely visible on the red fabric, so the damage couldn't be too widespread. Satisfied, or at least as much as she could possibly be at the moment, she placed her left hand back in its new home. "I can do this with just one free hand, right?" Busy considering the difficulty of her self-imposed challenge, she missed something else swooping in towards her: a lone bat. Once again, the instincts of a veteran warned her at the last second, allowing her to jump high into the air, swinging her head forward to sting the bat with the crack of a whip. It only took one heavy metal headbang to defeat the flying rodent, but the fight was far from over, as Shantae discovered as soon as she hit the ground. Immediately, that impact sent waves crashing through her bladder with the force of a cannon blast. Once again, she clutched her personal faucet, and fell to her knees in an attempt to keep the dam unbroken. Perhaps due to her earlier close call that necessitated being braced and prepared, this incident didn't result in any further urine dribbling into her clothes. Even she couldn't believe it, at least a part of her was expecting that to be the end, so soon. "W-wow, I'm still holding. I'm still putting myself through this. Aren't I smart." The disdain in her voice gave light to the idea that she'd be giving in, but she strained and struggled, got back up, and kept moving, very slowly. For a while, this cycle continued, with each sequel upping the ante, the revenge, the curse, and the rising. She'd perform a single action, whether it be vanquishing a single monster, climbing to another floor, or seemingly teleporting just by passing through a door, and be rewarded for her efforts with another punch from her bladder, demanding release. It just wasn't possible to not spurt out pee at that constant outward force, the only challenge now was how much she could limit it. And right now, that was a challenge she was failing. She had just dropped from a higher floor, crashing into a table below. The furniture didn't break, she didn't have enough weight to do that, though with what felt like a hundred pounds of urine inside her, one could never be sure. This time, the only way she could respond was curling up in a near-fetal position, holding herself with all the strength she could muster, rocking herself as she fought off tears. It was more painful than she could imagine; easily, far and away the worst she could ever need to pee. So absorbed in her agony, Shantae failed to recognize another threat approaching, in the form of a pink puddle of goo sliding across the floor, closing in. The pool bubbled and pulsated as it crept closer, keeping low until it reached the table's legs, coming to a halt as it began reaching upwards, shooting out in a tall spire, breaking all laws of conservation of mass, something not even a tortured half-genie could miss. Neither could she ignore the gelatinous mess taking shape, reforming into a more humanoid mold. This was no ordinary strawberry dessert snack, it was a sultry slime girl, sludge dripping down her what-could-hardly-be-called-nude body. While she was able to observe, Shantae couldn't exactly do anything about it. All she could do was watch as the slime's mouth opened farther than any jaw would allow, and the monster girl's homogeneous innards grew near. Draping over her like a blanket, the slime quickly devoured her and began its digestion, Shantae reacting too late this time to do anything about it. The best she could do was hold her breath and resist the urge to scream, so as not to fill her lungs with ooze. Well, she had to admit, in all the years she had to guess how she would die, dissolving inside a slime girl was very far down the list, if it was present at all. Indeed, she could already feel it beginning, a warm tickling on her skin like a sunburn, eating away at her very slowly. Certainly didn't help that the motions of the girl moved the thick slime around, pressing down against every inch of her body. Between that stimuli, the fear of expiring worse than old monster milk, and her pre-existing need, Shantae couldn't help but lose quite a sizable volume of pee in shock. Totally unintentional, but an accident turned out to be just the right answer. As urine leaked out, contaminating the pink body with golden clouds of her making, the slime realized she had made a mistake. Half-genie may have been a rare delicacy, but the aftertaste she left was sickening. Her frame shifted away, freeing Shantae of all her bindings, and the slime cut her losses and slunk away. "I...I survived," she gasped in surprise. "And...and I still gotta pee!" Too bad slime was too viscous to soak into her clothes, it would have been a perfect excuse to hide any further wetness. She still needed release, the adrenaline of that burning desire springing her to feet and running her out of the room. Unfortunately, she didn't get too far before another pain tripped her up, localized entirely on her bladder like a stab from a scimitar. She had no choice but to skid to a stop, back to cradling her crotch, running in place, and swinging her hips frantically. She could already feel the warmth on her palms indicating a losing fight, but that wasn't the only sensation on her body this time. An air of energy embraced her being, a reaction she was intimately familiar with, and knew what it indicated: a transformation taking place. "Ah, no, not now!" Defying impulse, she froze all movement, continuing this dance no longer. "I don't want to find out what a pee dance transforms me into!" That's when the epiphany hit her. "Transformations!" Across this journey, she had amassed a handful of transformations, none of which had pants to wet! "Oh, it's perfect! I'm an idiot for not thinking of that earlier! But...which one?" The issue wasn't modesty, she regarded the transformations as animals separate from herself, she'd never allow the mermaid's near-toplessness otherwise. The problem was, while she had picked up a few assorted bits of science knowledge from Uncle Mimic, she was far from a zoologist. How did these creatures pee? Did any of them pee anything resembling a human's? Well, as another push of her bladder attempting to void itself reminded her, she just had to go for it. Shantae just needed to run through the list, using process of elimination, and pick one of them to just do what animals did. "Elephant? No, that'd make a bigger mess!" The percentage her bladder was filled didn't change across transformations, so a bigger body would mean a much bigger puddle. "Mermaid? But they don't have legs, where do they even pee from?" She had never explored her alternate bodies, all of their private areas remained private. "Spider? E-ew!" She wasn't arachnophobic, but she'd never see house spiders the same if she knew how they went. "Dryad? Oh, I wish I could water myself!" A nice tree would be the best thing she could see right about now, even if that tree had consciousness. "Gempot? That'd be great too!" Before she could even consider the second half of her list, her thoughts finally took their toll. Imagining all that relief certainly had an effect on poor little Shantae, now her bladder had a clear image of its end goal, and it would not be pacified this time. She didn't even register it at first, there was so much wetness on her hands that a little more didn't bother her, but there did hit a threshold where the added warmth pulled at her attention. Dreading what she'd find, she'd slowly looked down at her legs, trembling with lip quivering. While she couldn't make it out in the blackness, anyone within a mile radius heard the noise of a broken splattering of urine crashing onto the creaky wooden floor, totally drowning out the much softer sound of the liquid creeping down her pant legs, the fluids making the loose clothing that much heavier, tugging them downwards just slightly. "A-aw...why," she groaned. While this was far from the worst tragedy that had ever befallen the half-genie, it was still pretty mortifying and upsetting. She was paralyzed, like a Medusa cast its gaze on her, she couldn't even clear her hands out of the line of fire, just suffer through the sensation of the hot, dirty water dribbling down her smooth fingers. "Why do I have to be so pathetic," she angrily cried, tears forming and wavering on the corners of her eyes. Now that she had already failed at holding, Shantae turned her effort to a different trophy: to not break down wailing. She had to be capable of at least that, right? She was a hero...but one with a lot of failures, and this was just one more to add to the list. How many times had her hometown been attacked, destroyed, burned to the ground, or taken over while she was under contract as its protector? Maybe the mayor was right to replace her with Holly. Well, maybe not Holly specifically, but someone else. Shantae was just a good-for-nothing who couldn't even keep her half-genie status all the time. And with that, the second challenge was failed spectacularly. At least she could only have one fluid escaping her at once, as once she started weeping, the peeing slowed down. The deafening cacophony of splashes became more manageable to the ears, and she breathed a sigh of relief as it finally concluded. "Well...at least it's over." She was in such a negative state, she needed to take comfort in the small things. Not helping was the lingering evidence of her accident, while she still couldn't see it, there was no mistaking that chilling way the inner legs of her pants now stuck to her thighs. "Gross...I need to change clothes, soon." Her first thought was the whistle Sky had given her to call for a pickup, she could blow the whistle and get a quick ride home to switch pants. Sky was good at keeping secrets, she wouldn't say a word to anyone else about what she'd see, but..."Hypno Baron!" Shantae had forgotten that she was on a time limit, and she had wasted enough time already with this awkward episode. She had no choice but to keep going and beat the boss with drenched pants. And she had the strong suspicion that Hypno Baron would not be above making fun of her for it. "Why me," she lamented, her legs giving out from exhaustion as she fell onto yet another table, this time keeping her right arm on it for support, finally prying it from her crotch. With an open palm on the table, she felt a new texture, far different from the one burned onto her hand for what felt like forever. Unlike every other table she had seen yet in this castle, this one had a tablecloth. Maybe Shantae was smarter than she was giving herself credit for, because she started thinking quick, the gears turning until a solution lit a bulb in the darkness. "That's it! Oh, Shantae, sometimes you impress me!" She climbed back to her feet, pulling the cloth off the table like a stage magician, feeling along its edges to get a sense for size, and once the measurements were in her mind, she ripped a two-foot wide strip off, tying it around her waist like a towel on the beach. "There...that should do it!" A makeshift dress to cover her shame, she could continue onto the boss of this castle, deliver her personalized brand of smackdown, and get back to Scuttle Town, where she could swap pants and put this whole incident behind her. "Yeah! Here I come, Hypno Baron," she confidently cheered, running forward, only almost tripping once or twice. --------------- At last, Shantae made it to Hypno Baron's chamber. An earlier trial through the castle exterior finally gave her the chance to see her lower body once more, though she was unable to muster up the courage to peek beneath her coverings, now revealed to be white and doing their job admirably. It did nothing to ease the discomfort of her pants still sticky and even more cold, but she only needed to live with it for a little longer. "Hypno Baron! Your chanting days are over, mister!" The floating dark wizard didn't even notice his nemesis' entrance until she spoke. "Gah, you?! No matter, my incantation is..." His boasting trailed off, and his yellow eyes, the only easily visible feature beneath his hood, glanced down to see Shantae's new costume, genuinely confused. "What are you wearing? It looks really haphazard. W-well, no matter! My incantation is already complete! Tremble in fear as you witness the end of your world!" He held his arms above his head (or, floating skull), as green fire emitted from his hands, growing in intensity as a matching glow shone from the large hole in the center of the room. As the chamber began to quake in awe of the approaching power, a dark silhouette leapt from the pit, landing on the floor above, kicking up a large cloud to hide its true form, until the smoke cleared. And behind the shroud was...a large red squid, with big puppy-dog eyes, giving a friendly wave. "Yo! Squid Baron's back! And he's reached..." Squid Baron also took a second to look over Shantae, also quite confused. "Oh, you're finally making yourself family-friendly! I appreciate the effort, but I think the more pressing concern was putting on a full shirt." All of a sudden, the painful and depressing events leading up to this were flushed away in Shantae's mind. She covered her minimalist top with her forearms, blushing harder than she had all day, reeling back. "W-what's wrong with my usual outfit?!"
Hi, my name is Elle. I'm 18 years old and I'm gonna tell you all about how I had a little accident twice in one day last summer. It was a beautiful summer's day, so I decided to go to the beach with my bestie, Laura. We arrived around 11 AM, we found a nice spot to sit and put our stuff down. I was wearing a pink bikini which tightly fitted my nice bum - if I may say so - and C cup breasts. Laura was wearing a light blue bikini, she also has a nice round bum but somewhat smaller breasts than me. So we had put down our stuff and decided to test the water, since this was the first warm day, the water was freezing. So we quickly decided we would just lay on the beach and work on our tan. For around two hours we just layed on our beach towels and chatted. I had two bottles of water during this period, when I decided to tan my back a little. I hate tan lines on my back, so I untied the strings and layed down on my back. I didn't take my top off, since I don't feel comfortable showing my breasts to the world. We chatted for another hour, I had another bottle of water. But soon we both dozed off. I woke up what felt two hours later and immediately felt I had to pee bad. There was one problem though, I couldn't manage to tie the strings back up myself, while still laying down. Getting up was not an option since my top would slide off, exposing my bare breasts to the guys sitting next to us. And Laura was still asleep, so I couldn't ask her to help me. And there was no way I was going to walk to the toilets topless. So instead, I tried to go back to sleep. Succesfully, for about fifteen minutes, but soon woke up again, my bladder filling rapidly, I felt much more desperate this time. Probably a 7/10. I wanted to grab my crotch, but couldn't do it incospicuously enough. So all that kept me from peeing myself were my bladder muscles and my sheer willpower. It didn't take long though - I guess ten minutes or so - untill I felt a spurt come out. And a few minutes later another. I realised I couldn't hold it much longer. I looked over at Laura -  still asleep - so I quickly debated what would be more embarassing. Peeing myself, or showing my breasts. Now, you must understand, I don't feel uncomfortable about my body, but apart from some classmates in the locker room while changing for PE and my shower sharing with Laura no one had ever seen my breasts. And since I never had a serious boyfriend, no guy had ever seen them, and there were lots of guys on the beach - including some real cute ones. But soon my bladder decided for me. I felt another spurt escape, this one significantly longer than the first two. So i finally decided that pissing myself would be much more embarassing than showing my breasts. Hesitantly - and making sure I made no sudden movements - I got up. I heard the guys next to us whispering: "wow, look at that girl's boobs. She's gorgeous". Which made me feel really exposed. But soon I realised I made a massive mistake, gravity was not my friend and piss started pouring out off me. So there I stood, facing those guys, doing the two things I was trying to avoid so badly; showing my bare breasts and pissing myself. I couldn't believe myself. Why hadn't I decided to just go through my bikini, still laying down? No one would have known what I was doing, nor could anyone see me topless. Fuck! Why didn't I think of this earlier? "Look, the hottie is pissing herself", I heard the guys say, laughing out loud. All I wanted to do was dissappear in thin air. Or at least go home. But it looked like Laura was in a coma, she was still sleeping. Instead I put my top back on, and tried to go back to sleep. I couldn't, I was too emberassedand thinking about my accident. I started thinking about the last time I wet myself, when I was five years old, too busy playing. My mom never made a big deal out of it. After all, I was only five at the time. But what would she think now? Now that I'm 18? An hour later Laura finally woke up, noticing I was upset she asked what was up. Embarassred I told her what happened and asked if we could go home. She agreed and we got our stuff and headed to our bikes. We walked by the toilets, and I debated using them as I felt a minor urge. But considering it was only a fifteen minute ride back home I decided I could wait. We got on our bikes and Laura asked if we could paddle fast, she needed to pee but hated using the public bathrooms at the beach. She didn't want to end up like me, wetting her bikini and summer dress she - and I - had put over her bikini. We cut the fifteen minute ride by five minutes and she invited me to her home. Her parents were on holliday, so she was home alone for the time being. I always keep some spare clothes at her place so I decided I could stay the night and wear those clothes tomorrow. There was one thing though, we both had to pee really bad by the time we got to her place. So bad that I had spurted and - she told me later - so had Laura. As soon as we got off our bikes, we pee pee danced in the seclusion of her backyard. I took two steps untill the floodgates opened. There I stood, having an accident for the second time in a couple of hours. This time I was soon cheered up though. Laura had burst into laughter seeing me pee myself again, but that caused her to lose control herself. So there we both stood - two 18 year olds - pissing themselves like a five year old. It must have been the most embarassing day of my life.
“Cut! Say it with more feeling, Raj! Feeling, understand?!!” The movie shoot started at around 6 a.m. and it was now 17 minutes past two in the afternoon. Even though Mallika didn’t know it had been exactly that long, she did know it had been a long while, especially since she needed to urinate very badly at the moment. To make matters worse, her hands were tied to a wooden pillar behind her (this was part of the movie plot where the character she was playing was kidnapped---earlier on during filming, she was given a glass of water to drink and it was giving her trouble now). But even if she could go use the toilet in her trailer right now, she was too embarrassed to admit it to the mostly-male film crew that she had to relieve herself. It was the longest movie job Mallika had been on so far, but she had known before that the director Mr. Tilak was a perfectionist. But then a couple of minutes later, Mr. Tilak decided to take a break. “Cut! Let’s break for five minutes. One second over and you’re fired!” Mallika could count the number of words in Marathi that she knew on one hand, but “cut” and “break” were two of them. She breathed a sigh of relief, but to her horror, nobody stopped to untie her even as they went outside of the abandoned warehouse where the filming was taking place (or in Mr. Tilak’s case, to his trailer) to relieve their own bladders. The language barrier didn’t help, either. There was no way Mallika could admit that she had to pee, but she had to get someone’s attention somehow. Just then, she saw Samy---her lassi-wallah and the only person on the film crew who understood both Marathi and Tamil---come back inside the warehouse. As she got ready to call his name, she was shifting from foot to foot uncontrollably underneath her red sari. “Samy?” He turned his head. “Yes, madam?” Then a look of shock and regret came over his face. “Madam! Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot about you! I’m sorr…” “It’s alright, Samy,” Mallika replied, slightly annoyed. “Could you untie me so I can have my lunch?” “Yes, madam.” But instead of untying her, he ran to her trailer to get her a mango lassi. He wasn’t a very smart man. She also would have preferred to talk to her female assistant Madurai (whom she would have been a little less embarrassed to admit her need to urinate to), but she was still outside. “Now untie me, Samy,” she said when he came back with her lassi. “Oh, right, sorry, madam!” he exclaimed. But just when he started to, the break was over. “Alright, everybody back to work!” Mr. Tilak bellowed while clapping his hands twice. “Samy, what are you doing?!!” “Mallika needs to eat, sir,” Samy replied in Tamil-accented Marathi. “There’s no time for that!” Mr. Tilak snapped. “Now get out of the way of the cameras!” Samy just shrugged his shoulders and then walked away. “Action!” Mallika’s heart sank as her last chance to pee for when she didn’t know how long went away. The sensation of her full bladder was sheer agony, but she knew that it was haraam for her to admit it to a man. Three more hours passed as they continued filming, but for Mallika and her bladder, it felt like an eternity. She had her knees pressed together and she was futilely trying to keep a straight face. She wished her hands were untied so she could bury them deep into her crotch. She was also sweating heavily from both the heat and from her desperation----it dripped off her face and onto her ample chest. Mr. Tilak kept filming and re-filming a scene where Raj’s character is berating one of his lackeys and she was wondering how many times he would keep doing it. But then Raj started pouring a bottle of wine into a glass (which was also written in the script) and suddenly Mallika couldn’t hold it any longer. She didn’t care about haraam, shame or modesty anymore----she needed to pee now and she would wet herself if she wasn’t untied to do so. “I-I need to go to the toilet!” she blurted out. “What did you say?!!” Mr. Tilak responded, neglecting to yell “cut.” “Mallika said she needs to go to the toilet,” Samy translated. “She can wait until filming is over,” Mr. Milak replied unsympathetically. “There’s not much light left!” “Please, I need to go very badly!” Mallika continued to beg while Samy translated again, her legs trembling. “I ca…” She suddenly felt a spurt of urine escape from her body and into the crotch of her silk panties, making her gasp. Then she struggled to keep herself clamped shut. “I said you can wait!” Mr. Talik shouted. “I don’t care how big of a star you are. On my set, I’m in charge!” “But I h...oh, no, no, no, no!!!” Her bladder could take no more torture and she began to wet herself. Urine poured down her legs and saturated the front of the lower half of her sari. It splashed onto the ground, forming a huge puddle at her slipper-clad feet. She could feel the warmth as she sobbed in utter humiliation. Mr. Tilak and the rest of the film crew just stared in complete shock. After the last of her bladder’s contents had emptied into her clothes, Mr. Tilak broke the silence. “Cut! We can use some of that footage. Very realistic, Mallika!” Mallika sobbed even louder upon hearing this, her head hanging in shame.
Oh, I need to make water so badly! Princess Fatima didn’t exactly know how long she had been newly imprisoned in the dungeon, but it was long enough to make her urgently need to urinate. Unfortunately, she could not attend to her need as she was shackled to the wall by her wrists. She did know how exactly she got here, however. She had been on a heavily guarded caravan to Baghdad to be married to Prince Abdul, the son of the city’s sultan. Her father the Caliph had arranged the marriage as an attempt to foster better relations with the rival Abbasid Caliphate. While the caravan was in the middle of the desert, it made a stop as Fatima desperately needed to urinate. Shortly after she finished going behind a sand dune, the caravan was set upon by desert brigands, or that’s what they appeared to be at first. Fatima watched in horror as the caravan was overrun and everyone else---slave and soldier alike---was put to the sword. But when she tried to run away, one of the brigands came up from behind her and hit her in the back of the head with the pommel of his scimitar, rendering her unconscious. She later briefly woke up in a semi-conscious state and was dimly aware that she was being carried. When she came up to, she found herself chained up in this dungeon. She wondered who it was that abducted her as it didn’t look like she was in any brigand hideout. Shortly afterward, a rough-looking guard came in and shoved a pitcher of water in her face. She was so thirsty that she didn’t say anything as he briefly unshackled one hand so she could gulp it all down. Soon it went to her bladder and worse yet, no one else came in the dungeon again for several more hours. Fatima moaned and pressed her knees together. She longed to take off her baggy silk trousers and empty her bladder into the wooden bucket that was placed cruelly at the other end of the dungeon. She knew it was haram to mention her need to relieve herself to strange men, but if she didn’t get the attention of anyone else outside soon, she was afraid she would wet herself. Just then, the iron door opened and two guards stepped in along with an extravagantly-dressed, handsome man in his early 20’s. Fatima was shocked to see that it was Prince Ahmed of Gaza. Fatima knew that Ahmed was always smitten with her, but she never reciprocated it, for she also was aware of his unscrupulous reputation (fortunately, her father was aware as well, so there would be no arranged marriage in the future). However, she never considered that he would be brazen enough to do something like this. “How are you doing this afternoon, my pretty?” Ahmed said, grinning lecherously. Ignoring her bladder, Fatima responded with haughty defiance. “How dare you abduct a family member of the Fatimid Caliphate? My father will have your head!” Ahmed laughed. “And what will that doddering old lump of camel dung do to me if he doesn’t know where you are, let alone that I’m responsible? My men made sure one of your guards was left alive to get news back to Cairo. As far as anyone will know, you were taken by brigands. Even my father doesn’t know you’re here!” The Sultan of Gaza had grown senile and was rarely seen anymore, thus leaving his son as de facto ruler. Ahmed then noticed her trembling, dancing legs with amusement. “Ah, you need to piss, I see.” Fatima’s face turned red with embarrassment, appalled at his vulgarity. “Well, maybe you’ll get to do that when you agree to be my wife without that stubbornness. I prefer spirit in my stallions, not my women. I’ll be back in another four hours.” He laughed again and turned around and walked out. “Hey, wait!” Fatima called out after him, but it was too late. Fatima continued to fidget in despair. Her need to urinate was a white-hot agony now and she felt there was no way she could make it till then. She hadn’t wet herself since she was three years old and she didn’t want to now. There was nothing she could do except try and not to think about it. Miraculously, she was able to do so as the minutes and hours crawled agonizingly by. Just as he said, Ahmed came back. “Have you changed your mind yet?” he asked as he yet again put on his lecherous, sadistic grin. Fatima didn’t care about haram anymore. She had to go NOW. “P-Please, PLEASE unchain me, I really need to pass water, please!” Fatima begged, close to tears. Her legs were involuntarily dancing furiously in place. “I’ll be yours and I’ll do whatever you want, please l…” “And how do I know you’re just telling me what I want to hear so you can urinate?” Ahmed said, clearly enjoying her agony. His two guards also laughed. “Maybe I’ll leave you here overnight until you’re sincere.” “PLEASE, I need to….” Then Fatima just couldn’t hold on any longer. “Oh, no, no, NO, NO, NO!!!” She began to cry as urine seemed to explode into her trousers and flooded down her legs. An enormous puddle formed at her feet and the spattering sound echoed off the walls of the dungeon. Ahmed and the guards and stared at the amount of liquid that came out of her with amazement, then they started to laugh. Fatima ignored them as she hung her head down and sobbed with humiliation. She hoped her father would figure out what happened soon.
Groggy, I slowly wake from our mid-afternoon Friday nap. It’s dark in our room. Is it morning already? It takes a few seconds to remember where I am and that it’s actually just the evening. Napping at your house always throws me off. I roll over to put my arm around you, anticipating the softness of your skin and your lovely, long hair, but you aren’t there. “Did she really get up before me? It’s awful quiet in here.” I think to myself. I sigh and get up, switching the light on. I find a note on your pillow that you left for me. Turns out you snuck out to grab dinner, and of course, will be back shortly. I have no idea when you wrote it, but I assume it couldn’t be that long ago. I decide to get dressed, which really just means to put my jeans back on over my usual sleep-time attire of a tshirt and a cute pair of underwear. The dampness of my underwear and the snugness of my jeans reminds me of how they got so wet in the first place. It was all your fault. We spent forever kissing and teasing each other before we fell asleep. My mind wanders as I fondly recall the feeling of your soft body pressed up against me, you grinding your cute little panties against my erection while my lips slowly crawled across your neck. You were moaning softly in my ear, your arms wrapped around me. You were grinding me so slowly and rhythmically. It was driving me nuts, especially since you were so wet. I couldn’t see your panties, but I could feel they were soaked. It felt so warm and erotic, soaking through until it was all over my briefs, until you finally cummed and passed out in my arms. My erection grew as I slowly touched through my underwear, remembering the way you felt. It was driving me nuts knowing that I was still wet from your pussy. As I glanced around the room, something caught my eye. Next to your clothes hamper… could it be? It was the panties you were wearing. Cute little silky, black bikinis crumpled into a ball. It looks like you missed the basket when you threw them after you got changed before leaving. My hands were trembling as I picked them up, adrenaline coursing through my body. They were so soft. It almost felt electric holding them, knowing you had them clinging to your cute body all day, knowing that they were so wet. I’d always had a panty fetish, and making you soak yours while we made out always drove me crazy… My heart was pounding as I slowly uncrumpled them. Feeling the soft fabric in my hands… just how dirty were they? I slowly exposed the crotch, revealing a thick, white stain across the cotton gusset that extended ever so slightly onto the cute lace trim. You were so wet it was ridiculous, so wet it was turning me on to the point of absurdity. They were still damp and I could faintly smell your sweet scent while I was holding them. Having your worn panties in my hand felt like the most arousing thing ever. I laid back on the bed, unzipped my jeans, and slid my hand down the front, caressing my hardon with renewed vigor, moaning softly. I was so wet with precum it felt like I had orgasmed. I could barely take it anymore. Having your dirty panties in my hands was so hot… I had to smell them. I wanted to smell and taste you so badly. I slowly put them up to my face until they were touching. The sticky, damp crotch against my nose and lips, I slowly inhaled while slowly touching through my underwear. You smelled so good, so erotic, so intense. I was quickly over sensitive and barely stopped touching in time, gushing wetness all over my briefs.  I knew I had to stop soon. I would cum for sure otherwise, and you were bound to be home any minute. But having to stop and wanting to stop were, of course, two different things. With your little panties against my face, I was too busy, lost in arousal… “Just what are you doing?” Your words sent a sharp jolt through my body. Why didn’t I hear you come in? “Uhhhh..” I stammered as I tried in obvious vain to hide your panties, zip up my jeans, and pretend like nothing was happening. “You asshole” you scorned, “I leave the house for a half hour and come back to find you with my panties on your face while you’re giving yourself a rub.” You crawl on top of me, throwing one leg over my waist, pinning me down with your hips, your hands clasping my wrists, pressing them against the bed. I notice your face is a little blushy and your eyes are burning. I can see the faint outline of your hard nipples through your shirt, your breath noticeably heavier. You’re mad at me, but you find it arousing too. I struggle against your restraint, trying to get free. “Just give up. You’re in enough trouble already” you say. “It’s only Friday night, and it’s a long weekend. You should probably cancel your plans, because you’re definitely not getting out of here any time soon.” “W-what are you talking about…” I stammer “Well, if you’re going to go through my dirty laundry without permission, you’re going to have to face the consequences. If I hadn’t have come home when I did, you would have been finished and pretended like nothing happened. I’m sure you weren’t planning on telling me you had my dirty panties against your face.” “I… I’m sorry” I plead “It wasn’t like I was going through the basket. They were just laying next to it, and when I found them it was turning me on so much, I couldn’t resist.” “Please, you have to let me go.” “There’s no way I’m letting you go” you whisper as you rock back and forth slowly against me while I’m pinned down. “Those are my panties and how wet they are is my secret. You can’t just take them whenever you want, so, you have to pay. You have to be my slave all weekend.” I groan in dreaded anticipation of what’s coming, almost feeling a sense of panic. “Please, you have to give me a chance.” “A chance?” you grin mischievously. “Okay, fine. But you won’t like it.” “Fine, fine. I’ll do anything.” I gasp “Let’s go to the kitchen then” you say, releasing your grip on my arms as you slowly slide off my body. “I picked up some beer for you while I was getting dinner” you remark as you hand me one, smiling sweetly. “I’ve decided you can drink them as your chance.” “Drink them?” I think to myself. “There’s no way it’s as simple as that.” “So what’s the catch?” I ask. You laugh. “Well, the catch is… you’re not allowed to go to the bathroom until an hour after you finish all of them.” My heart pounds as I process what you said. 6 beers is a ton to drink… and a ton to have to hold. “What if I can’t wait that long?” I ask. “Well, whether you can wait or not doesn’t matter. You aren’t going to the bathroom until your time is up, so if you can’t hold it…” “Then I guess you’ll be a very humiliated slave, won’t you?” “You said you wanted a chance. I told you that you wouldn’t like it” you giggle. “Fine. It’s a deal” I reluctantly agree, knowing I have no choice. ** We’re sitting on the couch, watching a movie when I finish the fourth beer. My bladder feels terribly full and I know it’s still filling. Beer always goes right through me. I’m squirming as discreetly as I can while I struggle with the surging, ever growing pressure. I don’t want to let on how much I have to pee “What’s the matter?” you ask. “You look like you’re going to pee your pants already but you’ve still got two more to drink.” “Shut up. I’m fine and I’ll be fine.” I say through gritted teeth. “Maybe I should tickle you.” You quip. “Maybe you should put your hands in warm water and we’ll see if you’ll ‘be fine’” ** I finish the last beer conveniently as our movie ends. I can barely sit still and I know I still have an hour to try to keep my pants dry while my bladder continues to fill. It feels so impossible to make it, but there’s no way I can give you the satisfaction of beating me so badly on top of having to be your slave. “Oh, you’re finished.” You smile. “Good. Now you’ve only got to last another hour without pissing yourself and you’re home free.” “Stop saying that! I am not going to pee my pants.” I reply, trying to maintain confidence. “Oh? Well, stand up, I have a surprise for you anyway.” I reluctantly stand as I find myself bending at the knees, trembling, and awkwardly squirming as the pressure in my bladder thrashes, producing the occasional spasm. You laugh as you watch me squirm. “You sure don’t look like you’re going to make it.” “Close your eyes and put your hands behind your back.” You command.  I groan, but quickly put my hands behind my back, hoping the torment will stop soon. I feel your hands on my wrists as your lips inch closer and closer to my neck, your breath and the anticipation sending shivers through my already sensitive body. You tie my hands tightly behind my back. I struggle against the restraints, hoping they’ll be loose enough that I can get out of them if I want to, but alas, they are firmly tied. “You are so screwed right now, you have no idea.” You say, laughing. “There’s still another 40 minutes of holding ahead of us. How should we spend the time?” “I think I have a good idea for what you can do…” You pull me towards your chair, making me stop in front of you. “Since my panties turn you on so much, I thought it was only fair that I got to have some fun with it.” You stand in front of me and slowly unbutton your jeans, teasingly taking your time undoing the zipper, revealing… the same dirty, black, silky panties. You had slipped them on when you went to use the washroom during the movie, planning to have your way with me afterwards. You slowly slide your jeans down your thighs, to your ankles and slip them off before sitting in your chair. You motion for me to kneel down, and I do. You slowly and teasingly throw one of your long legs over my shoulder, and then the other. “I’ve decided this is how you can spend your last half hour. You can start at my knees and slowly work your way up. Try not to squirm too badly, my soon-to-be slave.” As my lips start crawling up your bare thighs, gently plucking your skin with my kisses, I hear you start to moan softly. Your moans, as lovely as they are, are no consolation for my terrible desperation. I’m squirming constantly, unable to stay still, while the eroticness of knowing what you’re doing is intoxicating my already buzzed mind and body even further. I’m so, so desperate, struggling to hold on just a little longer, all the while my lips move closer and closer to your panties. You spread your legs slightly as you gasp, and I see that the crotch is showing glistening, fresh dampness. The sweet smell of your pussy is leading my lips closer and closer. My bladder is spasming harder and harder. The more I can smell you, the closer I get to losing control. I feel your hands softly grab the back of my head as you pull me closer and closer, until my lips are pressed firmly between your legs, against the outside of your panties. My lips slowly close around your clit as I suck gently, tasting you. I feel your thighs clamped around my face as your back arches in your chair. Your moaning sounds so hot, almost as hot as the goosebumps all over your legs look. I can’t believe I’m in this predicament, tied up and trapped, on the edge of pissing my pants while you’re grinding my face… The feeling of the wet fabric on my face with your warmth and grinding makes me moan. Your scent is intensely arousing, so much so that I lose focus on trying to hold it for a few seconds. A huge spasm tears through my body. Shivering and struggling, I know I won’t be able to stop it. You hear me groan loudly, muffled from my face being between your legs as I stop squirming for a few seconds. A huge stain is spreading over the crotch of my jeans, slowly trickling down my thighs as I almost  die trying to get it under control. I can feel the heat and the warm, spreading wetness, and realize what happened. I try not to let you on to it by deepening the passion that I’m kissing your clit with, but you heard my long, drawn out gasp and know what it meant. “What’s the matter? Sounds like you’re my slave now” you tease. You slide your legs off my back and lean forward, looking down at me, seeing the impossible to hide evidence of my losing the challenge. “You lose, loser.” You mock. “Now you’re my slave. My poor, humiliated little slave. I hope smelling my panties was worth it.” “Well, there’s no reason to untie you now, is there?” You smile as you lean forward and slowly slide your panties down your thighs, dropping them at your feet. “You can finish what you started now. Once your tongue is inside, you can stop holding and finish pissing your pants, slave.” “Y-yes Mistress.” I say defeatedly as your hands slowly guide my face back up your inner thighs before pressing it firmly against your pussy. “Tongue inside, Slave” you command. My tongue slowly penetrates your swollen, soaking lips. You taste so good and smell so good. I love listening to your moans as I feel your pussy spasm against my tongue while my lips slowly knead your clit. You’re grinding and grinding, crushing the side of my head with your thighs as your wetness soaks my face. “Finish pissing your pants now, Slave” you again command. My tongue and lips’ rhythm slows as I relax my bladder, the flow slowly exploding hotly over my crotch and down my legs, staining my jeans terribly. I’m blushing red and feel so humiliated, but so relieved. I can’t believe I’m stuck like this, tied up, as your slave. But there’s nothing I can do as I feel your body tense as your thighs press against my face, your fingers grip my hair, your pussy contracts against my tongue, and I hear your long, protracted moaning escape as your wetness surges over my tongue and my lips for what seems like forever, all until you finally relax and slump back in your chair, releasing your grip.
**Again, this is set in a universe where the Powerpuff Girlz are young adults.  18.  I don't own these characters, or the background stuff that was in the show as well, but I hope you enjoy!** In the city of Townsville!  Our three heroes: Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup flew across everyone below, doing patrol around then city after having just defeated MoJoJoJo.  One can obviously understand that having superpowered metabolisms and flying at incredibly fast speeds would make the juice inside of them shoot right into their bladders like crazy.     “Alright girls!” Blossom said.  She was the leader of the group.  “We can head back home after this.” “About time!” Buttercup said in an annoyed tone.  She was always the angry one in the group.  “I have to peeeeee...” she moaned, holding herself as she flew, her hips going back and forth due to desperation. “Well, well, we’ll,” a man’s voice said.  It was from a distance and sort of high pitched.  Oh, dear God!  It’s HIM!  Watching our precious powderpuffs fly back home.  Him was a man of dark magic, and came up with a spell just for a case like this.  He lifted his claw hand and chanted.  “Well girls, I hope one of your superpowers is bladder of steel.”  Him laughed like the madman he was. The Powderpuffs got home.  Professor was still out of town for the day.  They got home, flying through their bedroom windows, and Buttercup ran right for the bathroom. “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!” she complained as she ran and held her crotch with her super strength.  Though that was hardly proving useful.  But once she got to the bathroom, all hell hit her at once.  “What the?!?!” She said freaked out.  The room where the bathroom was being just a coat closet.  She was sure this is the right door, she’s lived here all her life and it has always been the second door in the hall down on the right.  “Wh-wh,” Buttercup moaned as she bounced around in desperation and confusion.  “WHERE’S THE BATHROOM?!?!” Blossom and Bubbles flew to their sister’s destination in the hall.  “What happened?” Buttercup was sweating and bouncing.  “The bathroom!  It was here.  It was always here.  Wh…Where is it?” Blossom and Bubbles looked at the closet in confusion.  Their sister was right, this was supposed to be the bathroom.  “Hey look over there!” Blossom said.  She pointed to the room across the hall.  It was the bathroom.  Bubbles said, “Oh thank God!  I have to peeeee!”  As Bubbles flew into the bathroom, Buttercup’s jaw dropped as she had to go first.  She went as fast as she could and pushed Bubbles out of the way, but the bathroom door closed.  They opened it, and all their eyes went wide from the shock of seeing the bathroom now the kitchen.  “What’s going on here?” “Ha ha ha ah he he he HO!” Him laughed from down the hall.  The red, devilish-looking villain stood tall and mighty.  “Well, hello girls.” They all shouted in fear, “HIM!” “What are YOU doing here?” Blossom said alone as her sisters squirmed for their bladders in the background.  Him started to speak in his lower, yet crisp voice.  One that made glass shatter from the coldness it produced.  Him said, “Why I just wanted to play a little game with you girls.  Imagine, a world where every time you find a bathroom, POOF it vanishes.  Turns into the last thing you need.” “What have you done?” Buttercup said in an annoyed voice.  Her grunts clearly showed just how desperate she was.  “Just a little spell I learned from some books in my certain…well…collection.  Oh, how I wondered as I read through every torture spell.  Then, I found one that made me think, hmm, how much would the people of the city they protect respect them, if these three heroes wet their pants in front of everyone HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Buttercup struggled to speak with her legs crossing and uncrossing.  “You…you…ah…you-.” Bubbles yelled, “YOU MONSTER!”  She then stormed at full super speed at Him.  But, just like black magic, Him vanished in black smoke that went away in the thin air.  “What the?” Him’s voice came from around the house.  “Even when you think I’m not watching, I AM!”  Those last words were in a snarl of a sound.  One mixed of anger and vengeance.  “I’m also recording.  Even when you think I’m not.  So, if you for one second think you’re hidden, YOU’RE WRONG.  If you think you’re safe from humiliation, ALSO WRONG!  You’re legacy ends in humiliation today girls.  Because if there’s one thing that doesn’t have super strength in you, it’s your tiny, weak bladders.”  Him went out with a laugh so cold chills went down all the girl’s spines.  Though, that may have also been from the intense desperation they were in.  “We have to do something!” Bubbles said as she bounced up and down with her legs crossed.  She held herself down there as her lower half became weaker and weaker.  Her legs trembled from the weight of heavy pee growing inside of her.  Buttercup was going through the same struggle. And…”Oh!” Blossom said.  She grabbed herself and crouched over.  “Now I gotta pee too.” “Time to find the bathroom,” Buttercup demanded.  She let go of herself and sucked her gut in to hold in all in long enough to head out.  Buttercup flew around the house.  She opened the downstairs closet.  It was a bathroom.  “Yes!”  But the second she stepped in a gust of wind so powerful blew her out, and the closet door shut.  Tears were in her eyes as she said in a strained voice, “No!”  She opened the door, and it was just a closet again.  She looked to the kitchen.  It was a bathroom.  She flew to it, and POOF, it turned back into a kitchen the second she stepped foot in there.  “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”  Suddenly, Buttercup felt herself spurt a drop or two.  “Oh…no….”  She was very concerned as Him was right.  Super strength did NOT mean super strong bladder.  Blossom and Bubbles flew downstairs.  They helped their sister off of her knees.  All three girls trembled at the knees.  They had come so far in life.  Although still small with years of life ahead of them, legally these were adults.  Their super powers made them seem as young as they have been since the Professor mixed sugar, spice, and everything nice that day.  Only to have his then monkey assistant MoJoJoJo knock over his last, old stash of CHEMICAL X.  Still, even as adults, just by the looks of things all three girls were about to go in tears as they felt they did not have much time left. “Hehehe girls,” Him said from somewhere.  He was not seen, but his cold, devilish voice was heard.  “You are all full of boiling pee.  Your bladders are going to shatter.  Maybe it’s time to accept defeat.” “NEVER!”  All three Powerpuff Girls screamed.  The kind of scream one does when trying to overcome a huge struggle, or about to win.  The question was: would the girls win against the evil Him this time?  Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, and each of their boiling, filled to the top bladders about to burst sprinted off the ground so hard thunder was heard, and they flew through the ceiling and into the city.  Him suspected they may have tried something like this.  Flying off into the city looking for a bathroom.  So, he made sure to cast other dark spells that made their mission today a little harder.  Bubbles noticed a waterfall streaming out of a building.  She sights of water flowing hurt so bad in her bladder and lower belly that she did not even question why a waterfall was in the middle of a city in the first place.  “EEEEE,” Bubbles moaned.  Her moaning caught the attention of her sisters, who also at that moment saw what she did.  The waterfall.  Just the same their knees shifted over each other as their hips went back and forth holding in their pent-up pee.  Their desperation was EXTREME EMERGENCY at this point.  They stormed down into the street.  Another of Him’s spells was cast.  A fire hydrant exploded just as a dog peed on it.  The dog was fine.  He did not have pants to wet.  But our heroes…well this was just more torture for them.  They held themselves as they bounced foot to foot and in circles.  “You’re running out of times girls!”  Him said.  His evil laughter was so loud other citizens looked all over in shock, but the noticed their heroes on the ground doing the potty dance.  They started to hear giggles from the citizens they protected all these years. Blossom, the leader, shouted, “Girls, scatter!”  All three of them flew off in different directions. Bubble’s lips were curved as she sweat and was so uncomfortable from the expansion inside.  She felt herself start to leak.  She was wetting her pants.  “No, no, NOOOOOOOOOOO!”  Too late.  She had just enough time to fly to the top of a building and land on the roof, only to let out a huge stream of super pee.  Poor Bubbles cried, as how could a hero of her status not be able to hold it in like a big girl.  Her sisters form triplet telepathy knew what happened to Bubbles.  It only made them not only sad for her, but scared for themselves as the feeling of one of their sisters wetting made the other two of them grow in desperation.  Sweat all around their faces, and it was not even that hot of a day.  Him then appeared in front of a water town that Blossom was headed for.  He kicked in, and his steel, fancy black boots caused such a shock that the water town exploded, water shooting out everywhere.  Blossom stopped in her tracks, but the water hit her, and the shock of cold water on her skin caused her bladder to explode.  “NOOOOOOOO!” She yelled.  Just as Bubbles had when she wet.  Blossoms stayed in the air as she peed herself, and it fell to the ground below.  Him did not know that he reappeared right below her.  The pee hit him on the head and steam rose form it. Him let out a roar of pain.  The pee burned into his skin and even hit his skull.  “What’s going on?” He asked himself.  Buttercup noticed this.  As her legs crossed tight and knees up to her belly as she stayed floating in the air, she plotted how she could use Him’s weakness to her advantage.  “Blossom!” Buttercup yelled.  Blossom, still crying, heard her sister.  “Use your ice breath, now!” Blossom was shocked to see Buttercup shoot her butt in the air, and she let out a roar of pee as she pulled thems down.  As disgusting as it seemed, Blossom used her unique power of ice breath and it hit the pee in the air.  Out from the clash of these two elements came a huge, yellow ice ball of pee.  “Bubbles!” Buttercup yelled.  Bubbles wiped tears from her eyes and looked at her sister.  “Bubbles, keep Him on the ground down there.  Circle the perimeter and get any civilians out.” Bubbles sniffed up her snot and tears, and flew down to the ground, circling around to push innocent people out of the way but Him could not find a way out.  They remembered that their flight was so fast that it could build a super forcefield that keeps anything in, and everything out.  In other words, no dark magic or powers would keep Him from escaping. “No!” Him said in despair.  “This can’t be.  You cannot turn this on me!” Now trapped, Buttercup used her heat vision on the giant iceburg of pee, and it melted and boiled and rained in millions of drops on Him.  Him let out a scream of agony as the rain of pee left nowhere for him to escape.  He burned and burned until there was nothing left.  The girls, out heroes, all reached to the ground and high-fived each other.  The citizens of Townsville all got around them and cheered.  As bad as it stunk, they all applauded their heroes for defeating Him, once and for all.  And once again the day was saved, thanks to… THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! Out from the dark lakes of Townsville where no one lived, a claw came out of the water, weak and shrunken.  A familiar red claw.  A voice was heard from the water, “This…isn’t…over.” THE END…?
Groggy, I slowly wake from our mid-afternoon Friday nap. It’s dark in our room. Is it morning already? It takes a few seconds to remember where I am and that it’s actually just the evening. Napping at your house always throws me off. I roll over to put my arm around you, anticipating the softness of your skin and your lovely, long hair, but you aren’t there. “Did she really get up before me? It’s awful quiet in here.” I think to myself. I sigh and get up, switching the light on. I find a note on your pillow that you left for me. Turns out you snuck out to grab dinner, and of course, will be back shortly. I have no idea when you wrote it, but I assume it couldn’t be that long ago. I decide to get dressed, which really just means to put my jeans back on over my usual sleep-time attire of a tshirt and a cute pair of underwear. The dampness of my underwear and the snugness of my jeans reminds me of how they got so wet in the first place. It was all your fault. We spent forever kissing and teasing each other before we fell asleep. My mind wanders as I fondly recall the feeling of your soft body pressed up against me, you grinding your cute little panties against my erection while my lips slowly crawled across your neck. You were moaning softly in my ear, your arms wrapped around me. You were grinding me so slowly and rhythmically. It was driving me nuts, especially since you were so wet. I couldn’t see your panties, but I could feel they were soaked. It felt so warm and erotic, soaking through until it was all over my briefs, until you finally cummed and passed out in my arms. My erection grew as I slowly touched through my underwear, remembering the way you felt. It was driving me nuts knowing that I was still wet from your pussy. As I glanced around the room, something caught my eye. Next to your clothes hamper… could it be? It was the panties you were wearing. Cute little silky, black bikinis crumpled into a ball. It looks like you missed the basket when you threw them after you got changed before leaving. My hands were trembling as I picked them up, adrenaline coursing through my body. They were so soft. It almost felt electric holding them, knowing you had them clinging to your cute body all day, knowing that they were so wet. I’d always had a panty fetish, and making you soak yours while we made out always drove me crazy… My heart was pounding as I slowly uncrumpled them. Feeling the soft fabric in my hands… just how dirty were they? I slowly exposed the crotch, revealing a thick, white stain across the cotton gusset that extended ever so slightly onto the cute lace trim. You were so wet it was ridiculous, so wet it was turning me on to the point of absurdity. They were still damp and I could faintly smell your sweet scent while I was holding them. Having your worn panties in my hand felt like the most arousing thing ever. I laid back on the bed, unzipped my jeans, and slid my hand down the front, caressing my hardon with renewed vigor, moaning softly. I was so wet with precum it felt like I had orgasmed. I could barely take it anymore. Having your dirty panties in my hands was so hot… I had to smell them. I wanted to smell and taste you so badly. I slowly put them up to my face until they were touching. The sticky, damp crotch against my nose and lips, I slowly inhaled while slowly touching through my underwear. You smelled so good, so erotic, so intense. I was quickly over sensitive and barely stopped touching in time, gushing wetness all over my briefs.  I knew I had to stop soon. I would cum for sure otherwise, and you were bound to be home any minute. But having to stop and wanting to stop were, of course, two different things. With your little panties against my face, I was too busy, lost in arousal… “Just what are you doing?” Your words sent a sharp jolt through my body. Why didn’t I hear you come in? “Uhhhh..” I stammered as I tried in obvious vain to hide your panties, zip up my jeans, and pretend like nothing was happening. “You asshole” you scorned, “I leave the house for a half hour and come back to find you with my panties on your face while you’re giving yourself a rub.” You crawl on top of me, throwing one leg over my waist, pinning me down with your hips, your hands clasping my wrists, pressing them against the bed. I notice your face is a little blushy and your eyes are burning. I can see the faint outline of your hard nipples through your shirt, your breath noticeably heavier. You’re mad at me, but you find it arousing too. I struggle against your restraint, trying to get free. “Just give up. You’re in enough trouble already” you say. “It’s only Friday night, and it’s a long weekend. You should probably cancel your plans, because you’re definitely not getting out of here any time soon.” “W-what are you talking about…” I stammer “Well, if you’re going to go through my dirty laundry without permission, you’re going to have to face the consequences. If I hadn’t have come home when I did, you would have been finished and pretended like nothing happened. I’m sure you weren’t planning on telling me you had my dirty panties against your face.” “I… I’m sorry” I plead “It wasn’t like I was going through the basket. They were just laying next to it, and when I found them it was turning me on so much, I couldn’t resist.” “Please, you have to let me go.” “There’s no way I’m letting you go” you whisper as you rock back and forth slowly against me while I’m pinned down. “Those are my panties and how wet they are is my secret. You can’t just take them whenever you want, so, you have to pay. You have to be my slave all weekend.” I groan in dreaded anticipation of what’s coming, almost feeling a sense of panic. “Please, you have to give me a chance.” “A chance?” you grin mischievously. “Okay, fine. But you won’t like it.” “Fine, fine. I’ll do anything.” I gasp “Let’s go to the kitchen then” you say, releasing your grip on my arms as you slowly slide off my body. “I picked up some beer for you while I was getting dinner” you remark as you hand me one, smiling sweetly. “I’ve decided you can drink them as your chance.” “Drink them?” I think to myself. “There’s no way it’s as simple as that.” “So what’s the catch?” I ask. You laugh. “Well, the catch is… you’re not allowed to go to the bathroom until an hour after you finish all of them.” My heart pounds as I process what you said. 6 beers is a ton to drink… and a ton to have to hold. “What if I can’t wait that long?” I ask. “Well, whether you can wait or not doesn’t matter. You aren’t going to the bathroom until your time is up, so if you can’t hold it…” “Then I guess you’ll be a very humiliated slave, won’t you?” “You said you wanted a chance. I told you that you wouldn’t like it” you giggle. “Fine. It’s a deal” I reluctantly agree, knowing I have no choice. ** We’re sitting on the couch, watching a movie when I finish the fourth beer. My bladder feels terribly full and I know it’s still filling. Beer always goes right through me. I’m squirming as discreetly as I can while I struggle with the surging, ever growing pressure. I don’t want to let on how much I have to pee “What’s the matter?” you ask. “You look like you’re going to pee your pants already but you’ve still got two more to drink.” “Shut up. I’m fine and I’ll be fine.” I say through gritted teeth. “Maybe I should tickle you.” You quip. “Maybe you should put your hands in warm water and we’ll see if you’ll ‘be fine’” ** I finish the last beer conveniently as our movie ends. I can barely sit still and I know I still have an hour to try to keep my pants dry while my bladder continues to fill. It feels so impossible to make it, but there’s no way I can give you the satisfaction of beating me so badly on top of having to be your slave. “Oh, you’re finished.” You smile. “Good. Now you’ve only got to last another hour without pissing yourself and you’re home free.” “Stop saying that! I am not going to pee my pants.” I reply, trying to maintain confidence. “Oh? Well, stand up, I have a surprise for you anyway.” I reluctantly stand as I find myself bending at the knees, trembling, and awkwardly squirming as the pressure in my bladder thrashes, producing the occasional spasm. You laugh as you watch me squirm. “You sure don’t look like you’re going to make it.” “Close your eyes and put your hands behind your back.” You command.  I groan, but quickly put my hands behind my back, hoping the torment will stop soon. I feel your hands on my wrists as your lips inch closer and closer to my neck, your breath and the anticipation sending shivers through my already sensitive body. You tie my hands tightly behind my back. I struggle against the restraints, hoping they’ll be loose enough that I can get out of them if I want to, but alas, they are firmly tied. “You are so screwed right now, you have no idea.” You say, laughing. “There’s still another 40 minutes of holding ahead of us. How should we spend the time?” “I think I have a good idea for what you can do…” You pull me towards your chair, making me stop in front of you. “Since my panties turn you on so much, I thought it was only fair that I got to have some fun with it.” You stand in front of me and slowly unbutton your jeans, teasingly taking your time undoing the zipper, revealing… the same dirty, black, silky panties. You had slipped them on when you went to use the washroom during the movie, planning to have your way with me afterwards. You slowly slide your jeans down your thighs, to your ankles and slip them off before sitting in your chair. You motion for me to kneel down, and I do. You slowly and teasingly throw one of your long legs over my shoulder, and then the other. “I’ve decided this is how you can spend your last half hour. You can start at my knees and slowly work your way up. Try not to squirm too badly, my soon-to-be slave.” As my lips start crawling up your bare thighs, gently plucking your skin with my kisses, I hear you start to moan softly. Your moans, as lovely as they are, are no consolation for my terrible desperation. I’m squirming constantly, unable to stay still, while the eroticness of knowing what you’re doing is intoxicating my already buzzed mind and body even further. I’m so, so desperate, struggling to hold on just a little longer, all the while my lips move closer and closer to your panties. You spread your legs slightly as you gasp, and I see that the crotch is showing glistening, fresh dampness. The sweet smell of your pussy is leading my lips closer and closer. My bladder is spasming harder and harder. The more I can smell you, the closer I get to losing control. I feel your hands softly grab the back of my head as you pull me closer and closer, until my lips are pressed firmly between your legs, against the outside of your panties. My lips slowly close around your clit as I suck gently, tasting you. I feel your thighs clamped around my face as your back arches in your chair. Your moaning sounds so hot, almost as hot as the goosebumps all over your legs look. I can’t believe I’m in this predicament, tied up and trapped, on the edge of pissing my pants while you’re grinding my face… The feeling of the wet fabric on my face with your warmth and grinding makes me moan. Your scent is intensely arousing, so much so that I lose focus on trying to hold it for a few seconds. A huge spasm tears through my body. Shivering and struggling, I know I won’t be able to stop it. You hear me groan loudly, muffled from my face being between your legs as I stop squirming for a few seconds. A huge stain is spreading over the crotch of my jeans, slowly trickling down my thighs as I almost  die trying to get it under control. I can feel the heat and the warm, spreading wetness, and realize what happened. I try not to let you on to it by deepening the passion that I’m kissing your clit with, but you heard my long, drawn out gasp and know what it meant. “What’s the matter? Sounds like you’re my slave now” you tease. You slide your legs off my back and lean forward, looking down at me, seeing the impossible to hide evidence of my losing the challenge. “You lose, loser.” You mock. “Now you’re my slave. My poor, humiliated little slave. I hope smelling my panties was worth it.” “Well, there’s no reason to untie you now, is there?” You smile as you lean forward and slowly slide your panties down your thighs, dropping them at your feet. “You can finish what you started now. Once your tongue is inside, you can stop holding and finish pissing your pants, slave.” “Y-yes Mistress.” I say defeatedly as your hands slowly guide my face back up your inner thighs before pressing it firmly against your pussy. “Tongue inside, Slave” you command. My tongue slowly penetrates your swollen, soaking lips. You taste so good and smell so good. I love listening to your moans as I feel your pussy spasm against my tongue while my lips slowly knead your clit. You’re grinding and grinding, crushing the side of my head with your thighs as your wetness soaks my face. “Finish pissing your pants now, Slave” you again command. My tongue and lips’ rhythm slows as I relax my bladder, the flow slowly exploding hotly over my crotch and down my legs, staining my jeans terribly. I’m blushing red and feel so humiliated, but so relieved. I can’t believe I’m stuck like this, tied up, as your slave. But there’s nothing I can do as I feel your body tense as your thighs press against my face, your fingers grip my hair, your pussy contracts against my tongue, and I hear your long, protracted moaning escape as your wetness surges over my tongue and my lips for what seems like forever, all until you finally relax and slump back in your chair, releasing your grip.
Even though Reema was born in West Bengal, she had lived in the United States since she was four, so she barely knew Bengali and also only spoke a little Hindi. So when she went to visit relatives in Mumbai, she knew this would be a minor problem, especially since she knew no Marathi. She knew to have some of her female cousins along to help translate things for her while out and about in the city for the week she would be there, but one day she decided to go shopping by herself.  Reema didn’t have any problems at first (her Hindi was adequate enough for speaking with merchants and shop employees), but after drinking two bottles of water because of the sweltering Mumbai heat, she soon found herself needing to urinate. Worse yet, she knew none of the shops around had public toilets. Her need rapidly grew worse as the minutes passed. She started pressing her hands to her lower belly as she searched for a toilet---it didn’t help matters that she started to get lost. Reema asked passersby in Hindi if there were any public toilets nearby. Some of the men also reacted with slight hostility for her even asking for such a thing as a woman. As her need to pee grew much worse, a woman she asked finally told her where to find public toilets as she stood dancing from foot to foot.    Reema hurried down the street and then turned a corner into a wide alley (she could smell the toilets even before she had turned all the way). There were two lines of people---one for men and one for women----that led down to two different rows of four sheds each, which were, of course, what passed for public toilets. Unsurprisingly, the men’s line was considerably shorter than the women’s and moved up faster. The women were all in various stages of desperation as well. There were also two men standing in front of the toilets charging for money to use them. Reema had read something on the Internet about this not too long ago. It was free to use public toilets like this if you only had to urinate, but you had to pay if you had to defecate. Then Reema noticed with dismay that the men were charging all the women! Another half-an-hour passed as the women’s line slowly moved forward and Reema’s bladder screamed at her for relief. But finally she was second in line for the toilets. The sari-clad thirty-something woman in front of her frantically pleaded with one of the men in Marathi. Even though Reema didn’t know Marathi, it wasn’t too hard for her to figure out what they were talking about: she obviously didn’t have enough money. After about a minute of futile pleading, the man (who had almost no teeth even though he was in his late 20’s) yelled at her some more in Marathi, shooed her away and she ran off crying with her hands pressed into her crotch. Then it was Reema’s turn. He held out his hand and began to speak, but Reema spoke up first in Hindi. “I...have to pee.” The man shook his head and replied in equally halting Hindi. “You may lie, have to shit. Three rupees!” “But, sir….” “Three rupees!” he demanded again. Reema looked in her purse and found with horror that she didn’t have any change, only traveler’s checks. Reema tried to beg one more time while doing a serious pee-pee dance. “I have no…money. Please…I just need…” “No money, you don’t go!” he yelled. “Go away and stop holding up line!” He pointed to the end of the alley. Reema walked away in despair. She just didn’t know what she would do. If she didn’t get to a toilet soon, she was sure would pee in her jeans. Reema stepped back out onto the street. The agonizing pressure on her urethra now made every step more difficult. She spotted the woman from earlier crouched down on the ground with her hands in her face and sobbing loudly. She also noticed the huge puddle of urine underneath her and that the bottom lower half of her red sari was wet. Several men were standing around near her, laughing, leering, and making obscene comments. Disgusted, she felt like saying something to them, but kept on walking. Reema was now frequently pressing her hand discreetly in her crotch. She decided she would take a taxi back to her aunt’s house and hope she could hold it until she got there. When she hailed one, she was somewhat happy to find that the driver spoke Hindi with a Bengali accent like her. But as she talked with him in Bengali on the way to her aunt’s house, she became annoyed as she found he talked too much. At least it helped take her mind off her bursting bladder a little, however. She sat in the back of the taxi for the entire ride with her knees pressed closed together. It took them an hour to get to her aunt’s house in a wealthier neighborhood because of traffic. Reema thought it was a miracle that she made it. She pounded on the locked wooden front gate and yelled “Let me in!” in Bengali. Her aunt’s maid opened it up and she ran past her and directly to the bathroom. Unfortunately, she found the bathroom door locked as well. “Hurry up, please!” Reema exclaimed, pounding on the door with one hand while burying the other hand in her crotch. “I really need to use the restroom, it’s an emergency!” “Sorry, I’ll be done soon!” the voice of her 14-year-old cousin Mahima answered back. But Reema couldn’t wait another minute: she had to go now! The only thing that Reema could think of to do besides wetting her pants was to go pee in the backyard. It was already dusk, so hopefully there wouldn’t be anyone else outside. She sprinted to the back of the house and past the rest of her bewildered relatives, yanked open the back door and out into the backyard. But just when she started to take off her jeans, her zipper got stuck! “No, no, not now!” she moaned. She struggled with the zipper for another minute, but then finally she couldn’t hold it any longer and began to pee in her pants. Oh, NO! she thought. She heard the faint hissing sound of the urine coming out of her body and into her jeans and felt the wet warmth as it quickly spread from her crotch and down her legs. She peed for well over a minute and the urine ran out onto the grass at her sandaled feet. Reema looked down and surveyed the damage. The wet stain on the front of her jeans from the crotch down looked almost black in the early evening. She felt relieved to have an empty bladder, but also very embarrassed for wetting herself. At least she did it at her relative’s house and instead of in public.
Imagine waking up in a world where toilets just don't exist. People still have to go, but toilets don't exist. When you need to wee, that's what you do. Where ever you are, whatever you're wearing. "Hey Gemma. Get up, lazy! You're gonna be late" "Huh?" I stammer, opening my eyes and looking around. Looking down I can see my grey Track pants and bare feet hanging over the end of the couch and my roommate at the far end of them, leaning over me and grinning. "You know you've got a bed for a reason, Gem" She says, smirking and gesturing lazily in the direction of my room. "You can't keep falling asleep on the sofa like that" She says, pushing my feet to the floor and nearly throwing me over with them. "It can't be good for your neck." "I didn't mean to..." I protest lazily, swinging my legs down and sitting up. "I was watching TV ... *Yawn* ... and I just kinda fell asleep." "Where've I heard that one before?" Sophie says, rubbing her chin and feigning thought. "Was it yesterday? Or maybe the day before that?" "Okay Sophe, it's been everyday this week-" "Month" "...month. Still, it means I don't have to make my bed in the morning." She looks at me with her hips cocked and smirks again. "Come on lazy. It's time for breakfast." I heave myself off the couch and follow Sophie into the kitchen. It's not much, just university accommodation, five rooms. Two bedrooms, a lounge, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The table's in the kitchen, a rickety wooden thing from a Swedish furniture shop that Sophie managed to put together over the space of a week. 'Because it's really complicated!' she says. How hard can putting bits of wood onto other bits of wood really be? I mean they gave her instructions and everything! Sophie leans over the stove as she gets breakfast ready. She's a fairly small girl, barely five foot in total, and quite slim built. Don't let that fool you though, she could eat for King and Country. She's got relatively long wavy hair, a shade somewhere between reddish and brunette, and it comes down her shoulder blades. As she fiddles with the frying pans and the stove, I can just about see them moving under her pale white tank-top, which hangs loosely over her frame, above her light-blue pyjama pants. Her PJs are kinda old - she's had them since well before I met her, but she insists that they're fine considering that no-one's really ever going to see them. When I tell her that I can see them she just kinda winks and smirks at me.  I, in contrast, am a little taller than average, and a little heavier too, though I won't ever admit that out loud. Not massive, just a bit...chubby. Nothing a diet and couple months at the gym won't fix, but I don't see that happening any time soon. I'm far too busy for the gym - if I spend all my time down there, how am I going to fit in all my sleeping? Anyway, the last time I went to the gym I slipped on the treadmill and got slung across to the dumbbells. On my face. That video did a few rounds on campus. I only wear these track pants because they're really very comfy, and that's all that matters when there's a back-to-back marathon on TV. Red Dwarf or Black Adder on a good day, Homes under the hammer or Home accounting made easy on a not so good day. Or a day where I'm too lazy to reach for the remote. That coffee table is quite a stretch if I'm already lying down after all. I've gone on a tangent - more about me - I've got messy brown hair, kept loosely out of my face with a clip, and only kept pointed downwards thanks to gravity. I can't remember the last time I used my hair-brush. Sophie turns around with the first frying pan and drops a couple slice of bacon onto my plate, then a couple onto hers. Then a couple more. Then another. She smiles and turns back to the stove with her now empty pan. "It's not fair" I say to Sophie. "How can you eat so much and have a figure like that?". It only makes it worse that she's dancing along slightly to the radio as she cooks, swaying her hips. Slim, carefully rounded. You'd think she was athletic if walking up two flights of stairs didn't wind her.  "Just great genes!" she says, kicking her hips to one side.  "Not just jeans" I say. "You'd look great in anything!" I watch her backside swing side to side, the cheeks forms visible as the PJ fabric sits over them. The handful of tears that bare tiny glimpses of skin. The large dark spot emanating from between her thighs as she -  What.  As Sophie stands there cooking, smiling and dancing, her bladder starts emptying. Without any warning, or any indication that she even needed to go, Sophie quite happily wets herself. A dark stain casts it's way over the curve of her cheeks, slightly upwards and around, while that same stain quickly descends straight down between her thighs. Within a second, the sound of splattering joins the spitting and sizzling of the frying pans on the grill, as pee hits the floor between Sophie's legs. Sophie meanwhile starts humming as she prods into the pan with a wooden spoon. Dark specks appear on Sophie's calves as pee runs through the fabric of her PJs rather than straight down, catching her calves on the way to the floor. a few more seconds and her calves are soaked. At the same time, the wet stain from her backside has spread as far down at her knees, spreading to the side as the flow with the curves of her body. Our dull kitchen light flickers and Sophie's soaked legs glisten as the light changes. I can only sit and stare, mouth agape, from my wooden chair. Her PJs barely soak any of it up they're so thin, so pee continues to run down, through and over them, creating a thin layer of pee that soaks over the fabric. Meanwhile, streaks flow down and cares every curve of her skin, surrounding her ankles, running over the top of her foot, and spilling between her toes, joining into the now-quite-large puddle beneath her. The laminated wooden floor of course doesn't soak anything in, and none of the puddle runs anywhere, and so the puddle just grows as Sophie quite happily adds to it. She steps to one side to put one empty frying pan into the sink at the far end of the kitchen, her wet foot slapping on the wood, her wet PJs flicking a few drips in the same direction. When she steps back there's half a wet foot-print showing where she'd been. She turns around with another frying pan, smiling. She doesn't so far as acknowledge the thin yellow stream from between her legs as she prongs a sausage and puts it onto my plate. I look up at her with one eyebrow raised as she stabs another and puts it down. She sees the way I'm staring at her and frowns. "What's up?" She says, Putting sausage after sausage onto her own plate, and letting her stream finish into her PJs. Once she's got a small pile, she turns around again to the grill, splishing with every step. She turns around with the third pan, and spoons out a fried egg and a fried tomato onto my plate. She leans back and empties the rest of the pan onto her plate. She turns around again, ass glistening in the light, and drops the pan into the sink. She comes back, pulls out a chair and flicks a few drips of her legs before taking a seat, squishing as her backside hits the wood. I hear her squish her legs dry under the table as she starts cutting her way into a sausage. As she puts her first mouthful in, she looks back to me, waiting for the answer. I'm too struck to really think of what to say. "Hello, earth to Gemsie?" Sophie says, leaning to one side and squeezing more drips out her PJs and onto the floor. "Something up? You look like you've seen a ghost." She says, popping more sausage into her mouth. "Sophie...what the fuck?" "Huh? Oh, right, I forgot the hash browns!" She says, smacking herself in the face. "I knew I was forgetting something" She says, smirking like I'm playing. Then she looks at my confused expression and mirrors one back at me. "You aren't this mad about hash browns?" "No, not the hash br- Sophie, you just pissed yourself." Sophie looks down to her legs, then at the puddle. Then at me, still as confused.  "Yeah?" I put my hands out, hoping for an explanation.  "I had to pee" Sophie says to me, as if it's a decent explanation. "What else do you want me to do?" "Use the toilet like a civilised human being?" "What-let?" "What?" "What the hell's a toi...thing you just said?" "Toilet?" "Yeah that, what is that?" "It's where you go to pee" I say to her, now a bit concerned. "My PJs?" "Do you usually pee in them?" "If I'm wearing them" "What?" "If I'm not then no" "Where do you usually....hang on. You're having me on, aren't you?" I say to her. "This is some kind of prank" Sophie looks at me like I'm being weird. I look at the calander. April 1. "Ha! I knew it! It's April fools day! You're having me on!" "Oh shit, it is! Dammit, I had something pretty great lined up too!" "That wasn't trying to convince me you've never heard of a toilet?" "What are you...No, I was going to cold spaghetti in your slippers. Where are your slippers anyway?" "I stopped wearing them. After you put spaghetti in them last year" Sophie chuckles so hard she nearly chokes on her bacon.  "Oh yeah! I remember that!".  Once we've finished eating, we both leave the table, with me carefully avoiding Sophie's puddle and Sophie splashing through it like it's not even there as we put our dishes in the sink for later. We both leave the kitchen and Sophie heads to her room while I head to the bathroom. I open the door, step inside, and - And there's no toilet. Sink, shower, bath, little metal bin with a foot-lever. No toilet. I lean out the door to see Sophie getting changed in the lounge, sliding her soaked Pyjamas to the floor, baring her still glistening legs.  "Hey Sophe, where's the loo?" "The what?" "The loo- the toilet" "Stop making stuff up, I already know this is some April fools joke" she says to me.  This has to be some kind of elaborate prank, I just know it. There's no way that toilets don't exist! I've spent the past eighteen years of my life using them daily! Well, except for that one time I was fifteen and the bar staff didn't ask for ID. I must have used my jeans at least three times. They were black so no-one noticed until I let out a sigh on use number 3. I think we were all barred from that place on the spot. I guess I should of waited until I wasn't buying drinks at the time. Still, you live and you learn. "Hey, you finished in there yet?" Sophie asks, poking her head through the door. She's gotten changed now into a grey pinafore dress, white blouse, and grey tights. "I want to clean my teeth before we leave for college." "Huh? Oh, give me a sec". She sighs and leaves again as she realises I haven't so much as turned on a tap yet. I turn the tap on and start getting ready. The two of us leave the flat and head to the bus stop. I haven't pee'd yet, but right now I don't really need to go - and I refuse to believe toilets aren't real! As we stand at the bus stop, another woman joins us. She takes her seat on the far end and opens her newspaper. We don't pay her much mind and carry on talking, until a splashing sound distracts me. This woman, sat at the bus stop, just proceeds to wet herself. I stare, confused, and Sophie nudges me.  "Hey, what is with you today?" "She's" - I cut my voice down to a whisper. "She's just wet herself too!" "And?" "Have I gone mad? Am I the only one who thinks this is weird?" "I guess so!" Sophie says, grinning and leaning back on the bus stop. I glance back to the woman, who seems more interested in the story about the president on the front page than the massive wet stain going down her jeans and into her trainers. She moves her foot a couple times, sending ripples across the still warm puddle as it streams into the road side.  "Here" Sophie says. "Ask her if she's ever heard of a toil't or whatever it was." "Okay" I say. "I will." I turn to the woman. She looks about mid-twenties. Short brown hair, jeans and sneakers, blue hoodie. She flicks one leg to the side. It suddenly dawns on me that it's quite rude to ask someone who's just had an accident if they know what a toilet is. I turn back to Sophie. "No." "What?" Sophie asks. "Fine, I'll ask." "No don-" "Excuse me miss" Sophie says. The woman looks up and smiles, pee still dripping onto the floor from her seat. "My friend here would like to know if you've ever heard of a toil...tai - what was it Gemma?" I'm blushing bright red at how rude this is. "T-toilet" I correct her. "A toilet" Sophie says. "Toilet?" The woman repeats, as she finishes using hers. Is that some kind of foreign food? Sophie turns to me. "Now will you stop with this toilet nonsense?" The bus arrives and we step on. I refuse to sit down, which further confuses Sophie, who decides she'll stand with me. My reasoning is that all the seat are wet. Sophie reasons that I've gone mad. I pick my bag up off the floor as a man stood near me empties his bladder into his gym kit. I don't want my papers getting soaked in that. Sophie agrees with me for once, so maybe I'm not totally mad. The bus journey's quite long, so I get ample time for my bladder to start filling up. By the time we get off I'm starting to show signs of needing to go. Signs like leaning side to side, pressing my hand between my legs, and - by the last stop - moaning. I get one really weird look from this 30 something looking woman and her daughter, wearing matching wet skirts. Well, only one skirt was wet when they got on the bus. Arriving in college and everything is still just as strange. Friends stood in groups, some legs dry, some wet, some with streams splattering down to the ground between their feet. Teachers and staff walking around, some stopping to talk, some working, some making puddles. I can only think about how sorry I feel for the cleaner. "We've got history first, right?" Sophie says, startling me a little.  "I think so". I say to her, pulling my phone out my bag. "Yeah, history, with that new teacher, Miss Lynn" "We have Miss Lynn?" Sophie asks. "She's a qualified teacher now?" "Yeah, she was doing her experience year last year, now she's a real teacher." "Huh" Sophie says. "She can't be over 25 right?" "I don't think so" I say, shuffling my legs. "She certainly doesn't look it" "Oh yeah, she look really good for her age" A new voice butts in. We both turn around to see Anna walk up and join us. "What I wouldn't give for a body like hers!" Anna's in our history class. She's taller than the two of us, but quite thin. She's got long straight blonde hair, tied back in a pony tail. She's wearing a white blouse with one of those ruffled fronts, and a grey skirt beneath, and a pair of grey tights. "Why do you want a body like Miss Lynn's?" Sophie asks. "You've got a pretty great body yourself!" "Well, I don't want to be in her body" Anna says. "I want to be with it - she's a total cutie!" "So you do kinda want to be in it" I say to her. Anna smirks.  "How are you two anyway?" Anna asks. "Good weekend?" "Yeah, it was alright" I answer first. Sophie looks at me. "Gemma's in bit of a strange mood, she's spent all morning talking about something called a 'toilet'" "A what?" Anna asks, looking at me. I roll my eyes. "A toilet, somewhere you go to pee" "What, like here?" Anna says. "There's a name for places you've peed?" "No, it's a specific place you go to pee" Sophie tells her. "Gemma's just making it up, some kind of April fools joke. I fold my arms and look at them both disbelievingly. "Why would I make that up? It's common sense." Anna giggles. "Why would you come up with something so strange? What's the point?" "So you don't get pee all over you all the time!" I almost shout. "You're dry right now, right? You must have used a toilet!" Anna looks down at her skirt. "No, I haven't 'used a toilet'. I just haven't been yet" "Why not go now and get it out the way?" Sophie says to her. "Maybe you can get Gemma to go too, she's been holding it in all morning." "Oh you shouldn't hold it in, Gems" Anna says to me. "That's not good for your health". "Plus it makes you look like one of those weird people who get a kick from holding it in all day" Sophie says. She pauses for a moment. Then she smirks. "You don't, do you?" Sophie asks, grinning. "Oh my god you do!" Anna laughs. "No wonder she's made up this weird toilet thing! She's getting off to this!" I blush a bright red.  "You two shut up! I don't get turned on by this!" "Look at her!" Anna giggles. "She's holding herself and everything! Legs wrapped around each other - you're absolutely into this!" "S-shut up! I am not!" I've only now realised quite how badly I need to go. I've been too busy talking and being confused to even notice that I'm wrapped around myself trying not to pee. I bend over a little and press both hands between my legs to hold everything back in. "Look at the way she's trying so hard!" Sophie giggles. "I don't get it!" "It's not some kink! I'm not going to piss myself!" "You really are weird!" Anna says. As she starts to say this, she decides to empty her own bladder. Anna and Sophie continue talking, while I sort of listen and hold myself quite desperately, which isn't easy now that Anna's decided she's just going to pee in her skirt. At first, a few black streaks make their way down her thighs, creeping down and spreading past her knees. As the stream gains momentum, it begins pouring out her tights and splattering to the floor. Her and Sophie don't pay the slightest attention to the warm spreading stain around Anna's legs, staining her grey tights a glistening black. What the tights can't absorb just runs over them, dripping and pouring onto the carpeted floor of the college, splattering and soaking in, not so much leaving a puddle as a huge dark stain beneath her. Pee pours down her legs, with some of it catching her tight skirt. A black shape begins to form between her thighs as her skirt begins to soak up what it can. I stare unknowingly as drip after drip cascades between her thighs, barely slowed by the fabric of her tights. Anna shifts her weight from one foot to the other, knocking into a stream, which sends a large volume of quite strong yellow pee plummeting onto the floor. Anna then adjusts herself to stand with her legs apart, letting the golden stream cascade uninterrupted to the ground beneath her feet. Anna and Sophie don't even stop talking while Anna has just completely soaked herself.  "Wow, Anna" Sophie says after the last few drips hit the ground. "You need to drink more" "What?" I cut in. "She needs to drink more? She's just pissed herself!" "Yeah I know" Sophie adds, with a look that suggests I'm the weird one here. "But did you see the colour? That was practically orange!" "What colour should it be?" Anna asks. "Kind of a clear colour" "Like Gemma's?" "You're finally going Gemma?" I look down and I see a drip or two escape. I must have been so entranced watching Anna wetting herself that I lost a little control! I feel the warm, damp heat spread down my thighs an inch or so. I blush hard as I hear it splatter into the carpet. I wince and manage to hold the rest back in. I don't have long left now until I can't hold it back and lose it all "Oh just let it go, Gemmy." Sophie says. "What're you trying to prove?" "I-I'm not just going to piss myself like a kid!" I whimper, trying not to do exactly that. "I-I can hold it!" "Why?" Anna asks, squishing her legs together. Hearing that is almost too much, and a small squirt is lost into my underwear. "If you want to hold it like some weirdo you go ahead, Gems" Sophie says, smirking. "Anyway, we need to get to class" We walk to class as a group. Well, I hobble more than walk, but with a bladder this full I think that's excusable. Sitting down in my chair seems to make the whole ordeal that bit more bearable. For the first ten minutes nothing strange goes on - Miss Lynn tells us what to do, and we do it. Today we're looking into causes for the Cuban missile Crisis, but the only crisis I can think of is the one inside me, begging for release. "Is everything alright, Gemma?" I look up to see Miss Lynn looking down at me. I've got one hand between my legs, and the other hand tapping a pen against my text book. "Uhh, I gotta - Nothing, it's nothing." "Gemma" She says, smiling. "It's my job to help you here, there's no need to be embarrassed to ask for help." "H-honestly I'm fine" "Let's see" She says, leaning in to read my work. "Ah, you're looking at Kennedy's reaction, right? With the blockade?" "Y-yeah" She turns around to the front of the table again. I look up at her again. She's not too much older than any of us, but arguably quite a lot more attractive. She's got olive skin and slightly curled dark hair. She's wearing a pair of tight fitting green shorts and a white tank top. Her face is quite soft and pretty, with freckels from cheek to cheek. She smiles at me behind her glasses and I look back down to the book. She starts explaining to me how Kennedy's blockade was the peaceful approach, about how the Soviet ships turned back, and how it could have avoided war, but the only thing I'm trying to avoid is an accident. Miss Lynn isn't though, while she's explaining all this to me, she has one of her own. She doesn't even hesitate or falter - she just carries on teaching me.  I sit there, in my chair, staring at the green shorts of my teacher as there's a sudden dark burst and her crotch is immediately soaked by a surge of warm pee, accompanied by a muffled hiss. It pours down and out the legs of her shorts, splattering to the ground. A singular, powerful stream erupts from directly between her legs, pounding into the ground between her feet, flickering droplets upwards as they splash against the floor. Some of them splash against my legs, causing me to squirt out another dribble or two, which crash to the ground - not that you can really tell over the thunderous splashing of Miss Lynn's stream as she quite happily goes into her shorts. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other in front of me, interrupting the stream and sending it coursing down her right leg. At least now the splashing's stopped, as the pee is clinging to her skin, wrapping it's way over her leg before finding it's way into her shoe. She's wearing a pair of green canvas shoes, and the green canvas doesn't hesitate to begin soaking it all in. Within second one of her shoes is several shades darker than the other, and the white laces are slightly yellowed as warm pee continues to flood over them. She doesn't seem to care as she tries to point at parts of my text book to prove points about how Kennedy made the best decision. The only decision I can think of right now is whether or not to accept that toilets really don't exist anymore, and watching my teacher quite casually urinating in front of me like this is really making me question if they toilets ever really did exist.  "Gemma?" Miss Lynn asks, pee still falling out her shorts. "Is something wrong?" "I - I think so, M-miss Lynn..." "What's wrong?" "I...N-nothing..." "Something's wrong, what is it?" Miss Lynn asks. She spreads her legs side to side to lean down, and once again her pee falls straight onto the floor.  "N-nothing!" I insist, biting onto my fist. "N-nothing!" "Hold on, let me finish this" She says, standing up again. She stands still in front of me, continuing to pee. It takes me a moment to realise she means she wants to finish peeing, by which point the last few drops are falling from her shorts. "Right" She says. "Come with me" "W-what?" She doesn't say anything, she gestures with her head. I haven't really got a choice, I stand up, squirting out a little more as I do. I'm so concentrated on not peeing now that I don't notices Miss Lynn's quite large puddle until I hear my foot splash into it. I wince again, then carry on out the room.  "So, Gemma" Miss Lynn says, leaning against the wall and leaving a wet mark. "Something's on your mind." "I....I need to pee..." I admit, blushing. She looks at me like I'm saying something that doesn't make sense.  "What's stopping you?" She says after a brief hesitation.  "I...N-nothing" "You saw what I did when I had to pee, right? Just do that" "I....fine." I give up. This world doesn't make sense. No toilets, just pee where-ever. I give up. I submit. I let go. The entire world seems to shudder and freeze as I relax my bladder. I let out a massive sigh as relief hits me like a truck. My body, as if it had been ready for this, immediately complies, and within seconds I'm peeing at full force into my tights, which soak up what they can, leaving a huge, warm dark patch. The patch spreads down my legs, bringing all the heat with it. Pee begins to splash down my legs, splashing and pattering onto the carpet, creating a very satisfying puddle around me as it all pours out. I gasp for air and lean back against the wall, letting it all pour out of me. I feel the heat spread over my legs, down and around my thighs and ass, as pee begins to soak it's way over me. I can feel myself grinning inanely at the sweet relief takes over my entire body. My bladder is pushing as hard as it can, creating a sharp hiss inside my skirt as I do my best to force out the contents of my bladder. I shudder as the relief continues to grow, and I can feel the warmth spreading up and around my back. The world almost begins to fade away, until it's just me and my emptying bladder, and all the pee pouring out of me, soaking through my clothes, running down and over my skin, pooling below my feet. I let my body slide down the wall, sitting now in my fresh, warm, and ever-growing puddle. I land with a splash on the surprisingly soft floor. Pee continues to pour out of me, running over my skin and up my back now until I can feel it at my shoulder blades. I grin and stretch and open my eyes, expecting to see Miss Lynn. I don't see Miss Lynn though. I open my eyes slowly, and I'm not in the corridor at college. I look around. I'm in the lounge of my flat. I shut my eyes and grin. "Hey Gemma. Get up, lazy! You're gonna be late" "Huh?" I stammer, opening my eyes and looking around. Looking down I can see my grey Track pants and bare feet hanging over the end of the couch and my roommate at the far end of them, leaning over me and grinning. "Gemma! Oh for - I keep telling you not to sleep there!" "What?" It takes me a moment to realise what's happening. I look down further. Between my legs is a very dark patch in my track pants. My legs, my back and my ass are very warm, and very wet.  "I-it was all a dream..." I mumble, looking down as I continue peeing in my track-pants. "Would you stop peeing now! I have to clean this couch! Geez, get up and go use the toilet, would you!" "Hold on, let me finish here..." Edited January 22, 2018 by Dimwitrolo (see edit history)
"Oh no you don't". I say, coming into the room. "Not again Gemma, you know what happened last time, and I'll be damned if I'm cleaning that couch again!" "But I'm tiiiired!" Comes the reply from the messy-haired sloth I call a roommate. "I'm tired too!" I tell her. "I've been at work all day! I want to sit down!" "uuuugh!" Gemma moans, slinging her legs over the side of the sofa. She sits up and turns to look at me, stood at the side of the sofa she's on. I slump myself down next to her and kick of my shoes, before leaning into the arm of the sofa. She looks over to me, eyes half closed, hairs draped over her face. "Want to go to that new cafe that opened up in town tomorrow for breakfast?" I say to her. Her face lights up and she nods. "Ha, thought you might." I say, smirking. "I hear they do great breakfasts there." She says to me, standing up. Like you'd be awake in time for breakfasts!" I say to her, laughing. She chuckles and pushes on my shoulder as she walks by me to the door. When she reaches the door she turns to look at me. "Sorry about the other night" She says to me, leaning against the door frame. "I didn't mean to do it, I was dreaming that I-" "We've all been there, Gem!" I say, swiveling myself to lie down on the sofa, head on one arm rest, feet against the other. "One of those dreams where you happen to use the toilet, and then you wake up and you've already been, right?" "Sort of!" She says, blushing a little. I close my eyes and relax on the couch, bashing my feet together a couple times. "Don't worry about it" I tell her. "But do go to the toilet before you go to bed" "Alright then Sophe." She says to me. She pads across the room and heads into the bathroom. I hear her land on the toilet seat. "You know there's a door in there for a reason, right?" I half-shout across the flat. She answers with a hiss and the sound of pouring water, followed by a satisfied sigh. "What time do you want us to head out tomorrow then, Sophe?" She shouts out the bathroom, still emptying her bladder. "How about ten?" I suggest. "That's not too early, and they should still be serving breakfast. Probably" She finishes peeing and I can hear her stand up, followed by the sound of moving clothes, then a tap running. As she walks out the bathroom she chucks her still warm PJ bottoms over my head. "Ten's good" She says, grinning as she watches me struggle with the PJs my face is now ensnared with. I pull them off my face and see her standing there, naked from the waist down, shirt only just covering her decency. "We'll need to be back for around twelve though, I've got a bunch of research to do for next week." "Research?" I say to her. "Researching buns again? Or cakes this time?" "Haven't decided yet." She laughs. "You can be my revision buddy though if you ask nicely!" I chuckle and close my eyes, hearing her swivel on her feet and stumble away to her bedroom. This is closely followed by the sound of her bed creaking as she throws herself onto it. I open my eyes again and look around the room. For once, it's fairly tidy. After Gemma managed to wet herself on the couch a week ago, we both tidied up the whole flat, deciding that A: It was a total mess and B) It was beginning to smell like wee. Looking around now, it's pretty satisfying. The coffee table has only got one mug on it - mine, which I was drinking out of about ten minutes ago. The sofa cushions are mostly on the sofas. The chairs are in line, and Gemma's not trying to fall asleep on something she shouldn't be. Judging by the silence coming from her room, she has managed to fall asleep though. I smile, happy that everything's going well. I better get up though, I should be in bed too. Still, one more minute on the sofa can't hurt... * * * "Hey....Sophie?.." "Unh?" "Little miss sleeps-in-her-work-clothes?.." "hmmph..." "It's time to get up, Soph..." I prise my eyes open and set to focusing them on the world around me. "Come on Sophie" Comes a familiar voice from the shape in front of me. I'm still to asleep to tell what it is yet, but it's slowly coming into focus. "I don't know how you can sleep in those clothes...jeans aren't comfortable sleepwear" "Huhh?" I moan, as Gemma comes into view. She's appears to be ready to go out already. "This makes a change, doesn't it, Soph!" She says, smirking. "I'm ready to leave, and you're the one lazing around!" I smirk as the world slowly comes to me. Gemma's stood in front of me in her jean shorts and a hoodie. "Mornin', Gem..." I mumble. Gemma chuckles. "Come on you, the cafe won't serve breakfast all day - get dressed and let's go!" She says, pulling my socks off and then throwing them at my head. One sock lands in my coffee mug, the other one lands on my forehead, draping between my eyes. I wipe the sock off of my face, and swing my legs over the couch. "Good thing you didn't wet the couch" Gemma says. "Yeaah.." I say, yawning. "Just so happens that I don't have a little girl's bladder" "That's like the only thing though" She says, leaning on the back of the couch and smirking. I cast her a sarcastic smile back. "Hey." She starts. "If you're ready in ten minutes, then lunch is on me" "Aren't we going out for breakfast?" I ask. She just winks at me. I walk out of my bedroom in my new clothes. I've changed my blue jeans and white polo shirt for a light skirt and a white tank top, and a pair of sandals. It's a warm day, so I don't want to be over dressed. Gemma's sitting on the couch - well, if you can call it sitting. She's got her back on the seat, legs up on the legs rest, dangling her head underneath, feet waving about in the air. I push her feet apart and poke my head between her legs. "Ready now?" I say, smirking at her. Before she answers I feel her shins clamp around my neck and she pulls me over the back of the couch and on top of her. I can barely tell what's going on as she twirls my body over the back of the sofa, until I land face first just above her head "Owch" I grunt, trying to push myself up. Meanwhile Gemma just laughs underneath me. I forget how strong she is sometimes. We manage to untangle ourselves from each other and stand up, with her giggling at me, and me nursing a sore nose. "He he...Sorry!" She says, giggling like she really means it for real. I look at her over my hand. She starts giggling harder. "Ready now?" I ask. "Or do you want to wrestle me again?" "That's a tough one" She says, smirking. "I think we can go out though, wrestling can wait" I laugh at her and go to grab my keys from the table. "Oh hold on" Gem says. "I just gotta do something first." I turn around to her to see what she's doing. She's now gone from standing normally to standing with her legs spread. "Wha...what are you doing?" "I gotta go!" She says, as if I was meant to know. It doesn't take me long to realise what she meant by go though. A second after the word 'go' and Gemma sighs with relief, and a stream erupts from under her jeans, splattering down to the ground beneath her, and quickly puddling. Streaks then run down either leg, coursing over her skin, dancing around her knees and ankles before settling onto the hardwood floor. She closes her eyes and her face relaxes into a satisfied smile, while below her shorts begin to grow a darker shade of blue as they quickly become saturated with urine. Yellow waterfalls of pee flow from her short-legs and cascade down to the floor, splattering and throwing warm droplets around them, one or two landing on my shins - but I'm too shocked to notice. I'm stood with both my eyebrows raised, staring at Gemma as she quite happily and deliberately empties her bladder into her jean shorts. She doesn't seem to notice that I'm staring - she doesn't seem bothered that her shorts are now clearly soaked, with a wet patch spanning half her total width. She's not bothered by the gold streaks that are pouring firmly over her skin and into her shoes, saturating her socks and making them squish with every movement. Her once white socks are now stained an obvious yellow as they soak up the contents of her bladder and hold them against her skin. Her shoes begin to leak too, with smaller streams coming from the seam between the sole and the shoe, pouring out tiny streams onto the floor, causing ripples in the rapidly growing puddle. She slowly opens her eyes as the relief begins to wear off, but her light smirk doesn't go. "That's much better..." She says, as her bladder continues emptying. She looks down at her feet as the puddles around them grow and become one massive puddle. She doesn't make any effort to stop the powerful stream falling from the seam of her shorts into the lake that sits below her now. I don't say anything, watching in silence as the stream slows to a trickle, which in turn slows into a series of drips, each drip getting further apart. Gemma sighs once more, before shaking her hips to flick off any drips still clinging to her. "Haah..." She sighs. "Morning pee's always the best, right?" "Gemma...what the hell are you doing?" She looks at me with a confused grin. "Duh. Peeing." She states, cocking her hips. "Why, what did it look like?" "Gemma? You've just pissed yourself." "Aww gee, did I really? I hadn't noticed" She says. "Why are you being so weird?" "I'm being weird?" "Yeah." "I'm being - Look, go get changed and mop that up, then we can go" "Get changed? Why? I like these shorts!" "Then why did you just piss in them?" "Uhh, because I had to pee?" She says to me, starting to lose her patience. I'm too shocked to really provide a counter point to this. "Come on Soph, stop asking stupid questions and let's go to the cafe!" "You're going out in wet shorts?" "Well I'm not going out naked! Let's go." I didn't think she'd do it. I can still barely believe it. I look over to her again as we're making our way down the road. Yeah, she's doing it. She's walking down the street in wet shorts. That she pee'd in. She wet herself, and now we're going out. And she's not even slightly embarrassed. She goes to get her phone out her pocket, pressing her other hand onto the wet patch on her shorts while the other gets her phone out her slightly damp pocket. She doesn't even flinch at the squish it makes as she presses the pee-soaked denim against herself. She checks the map on her phone, then slides her phone into her pocket again, before slapping her thighs with both hands, spitting off a few more drips. "So, what do you know about this place?" She asks me. "What do I- Oh! It's just a little cafe, mostly does French food and coffees. You know, standard stuff." "Sounds nice!" Gemma says. "I hope they have croissants!" After a short walk we arrive at the cafe. By now, Gemma's not leaving wet footprints around any more, and her shoes have stopped squishing, but her shorts are quite clearly still wet. The wet patch has paled as it's dried, but it's still clear. Which is why it surprises me when we go in, and Gemma's soaked shorts don't so much as garner a double-take. We walk up to the counter and one of the girls behind the till comes over to us "Good morning!" She begins. "Table for two?" "Yup!" Gemma says. "Unless you'd like to join us" She says with a smirk. The girl grins back, and points us to a small table for two. Evidently she doesn't want to join us. Probably because Gemma's wet herself. At least in part, anyway. I mean, would you sit with someone who'd just decided to wet themselves before going out? I mean, I kinda am doing exactly that...but only because it's Gemma. If it was someone I didn't know then I probably wouldn't. That would be weird. I look at Gemma. "What was that about?" I ask. "What?" "Asking the waitress to join us" I say. "She seemed cute!" she says. I raise an eyebrow at her. "Since when were you into girls?" I ask her. She winks at me again. We're interrupted when the waitress walks over to us. Her uniform is a sleek grey pinafore dress and white shirt, with a name badge reading 'Marie'. She has a fairly notable French accent when she speaks. "Are you ready to order?" She asks, holding a notepad against herself. "Yeah" Gemma begins. "I'd like a milkshake and the first set breakfast please! And my friend here will have the same!" I look over to her, as if to protest, but then I realise that is exactly what I was going to order. "Of course, madame!" She says, smiling. "Anything else?" "Uhh" I pipe up, noticing a sudden strong urge. "Could you show me where the toilets are?" "Hmm?" The waitress responds. "Toill...I'm sorry! My English isn't so good! The what?" "Toilets." "What is that?" Gemma cuts in. "Is that some European food?" "What?" I respond. "No, it's a toilet." "I don't....I don't know what that is!" The waitress says, trying to keep a smile on, even though she's clearly confused. Gemma nudges me under the table to stop me. "She's just being silly!" Gemma says. "She's not after anything!" "Oh!" The waitress exclaims, with a confused smile. She turns to walk off, then turns back. "Um, before I go, do you mind if I...?" She asks. I look to Gemma. "You go ahead!" Gemma says, smiling and watching as the waitress begins to hoist up her skirt, revealing her white thigh-high socks and panties. Immediately I've got my eyes wide open, and my eyebrows raised up higher than my hairline, and that's before she begins doing what she needs to do. She stands in front of us, skirt above her waist, and she begins to pee. Her exposed white underwear quickly goes a shade darker as the girl quite deliberately begins to urinate through them. A clear stream of pee bursts out of them, pouring out on either side, staining her white socks too. She sighs a relieved sigh, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Pee streaks down her legs, splashing and dripping as it falls from her and to the ground. Her grey flat shoes quickly turn black as pee floods over and into them, getting absorbed into the fabric until they're too saturated to hold in any more. Her laces sit forlornly in the puddle, which soon grows out so far as to encompass them entirely. She turns her feet inwards, as if to direct the streaks of pee down her legs rather than letting the stream fall directly onto the floor, which at least makes the splattering quieter, and the splashing onto my legs minimal. Her socks soon display a thick dark streak down the inside on either leg, and I'd imagine that they're completely grey below the ankles. Steam begins to waft up from around her legs, surrounding her in a thin white cloud. She smiles again and lets out a happy 'haah', as her bladder is emptied down her legs and onto her feet. Just like Gemma had done earlier, the waitress quite calmly lets herself pee in her clothes. She lets her skirt drop down again, but she doesn't wait to finish peeing first, leading to the grey skirt quickly soaking up anything they touch. The girl helps them do this, by pressing the skirt between her legs and letting herself pee all over them, painting them black as her warm pee soaks them through and through. I turn to look at Gemma, who is watching the girl as intently as I was, though instead of a shocked confusion like mine, Gemma is staring with a satisfied grin. I look back at the waitress who is now standing with one leg off the ground, trying to shake the drips off. I guess she finished emptying her bladder at least. She opens her eyes, runs her hands between her legs again, then looks to us. She smirks, then turns around to go and get our order. I turn to Gemma again. "What on earth was that?" "The Waitress?" "Yeah!" "I'd say like an eight out of ten" She says, nodding. "I-I...Whatever" I say, giving up. "Look, I really gotta pee." Gemma smirks at me. To be continued...
The following story isn't REAL but I am still including myself in the story! So let's begin! I was wearing some black Adidas track pants, a white T-shirt with some draws on it and a black Adidas track jacket because it was a bit cold outside, oh and snickers.I was going to watch a movie at cinema, first time I was very thirsty so I ordered a large soda with some popcorn and then I realized I haven't peed for a while and for some reasons I wasn't worried at all. Probably because I didn't feel anything. I entered the auditorium(the room where you watch the movie) and I was enjoying the movie. I was eating my buttered popcorn, I love this popcorn's flavour(I like this flavour in reality too) and drinking my soda. In the first five minutes I drank 10 ml of soda and suddenly I remember I haven't pee since in the morning so I started to worry but I was trying to concentrate on the movie. In 30 minutes I finished my popcorn and my soda and another minutes(10) later i felt a little ''pain'' in my bladder. 3 hours left until the end of the movie. Again, i was concentrating on watching the movie without thinking about the urge to pee. But that was not the case, since there were some cutscenes from the film which included water,rivers,waterfalls and so on. 20-30 minutes later, my bladder started to fill up. But I decided to stay there and don't lose any interesting scenes. 2h 30m left. From now I began to squirm,fidget and tapping & rubbing my legs with my hands. The movie was so cool so I didn't want to go until the movie was over. For 35 minutes I started to think about different stuff, this is what I do when I am about to burst. I was feeling like I was at school when the teacher didn't let me to use the toilet. OK so 2h 30m-35m=1h 55m. 1h 55m left. 15 minutes later, I decided to take my pee break, but it looked like i was the unluckiest person in the world. When I was about to get out of the auditorium, I saw a very long line all the way to the restroom, so i came back to my seat, probably i lost something interesting from the film. 10 min. later I said in my mind: "God, why are you doing this to me, I should've gone when I had the chance, why this movie doesn't have commercials, you know like in TV''. Because I was a bit stressed about this afterwards, i got hot so I unzip my track jacket and then I took it off. For another 30 minutes, same thing. 1 hour left. I wanted to try to go to the restroom but.....  another problem has came up. A big fat guy was sitting in my left and then i said in my mind again:''where the hell did he come from'' and how did he sit here so fast and silent'' cause I didn't hear him. He was sitting on the first chair of the row, and i was sitting on the third one. I saw him he was about to take a nap during the film. But why did I call this situation a problem? Well because he's fat, he streched his feet to the next chair in front, like a train barrier or level crossing. I forgot to mention that his feet were also big so I couldn't jump over his legs. There was another option I can go to the opposite way but the way was at the end like a dead end street, so I was unable to go there. So there was only one option left: ask him. So I started by first to get up: me:excuse me, dude! Can you put your feet down so I can pass? him:(waking up)why? me:because I have to pee so bad since the beginning of the movie. him:sorry dude i'm too lazy, go in the other way me:there is a ''dead end street''. don't you see it? him:then you should've gone before. So my answer is NO me:but I really have to go him:I don't care(he came back to sleep) When I heard him saying this, I was shocked. So i came back to my seat again. This situation took around 20 minutes so 40 minutes left. So for the rest of the minutes I did the same thing but in a order:1.fidgeting and squirming; 2.tapping my feet; 3.tapping the hand on my legs; 4.holding my crotch; 5.rubbing my thighs with my hands and again from the beginning. I kept doing things for like a half an hour but no chance. So i started to wet myself and I could feel my pee going down my legs until it reaches my feet and my sneakers also. I was shocked again but then I realized that my pants are black. Initially, the soaked spot can be seen for a while(i guess) but after 6 min, it becomes invisible a little bit, so i wasn't worried afterwards. I noticed that the fat guy wasn't here anymore, probably he left before the end of the movie. The movie was over. When I came back home, i took my pants off and put them in washing machine and I took a shower. I really have to admit that i enjoyed the good relief even though i was in public. THE END OF THE STORY. I wonder if this is gonna happen tome in the future, like the coincidence between the two ships Titan and Titanic(here's a link:http://newsfeed.time.com/2012/04/14/author-predicts-titanic-sinking-14-years-earlier/). IT WOULD BE GREAT!!!!! I hope you enjoyed my ''weird story''. Probably you've never seen stories like this before!
It was morning in Gotham City, In Vicki’s appartment lay Vicki naked in bed. Her alarm clock rang and she released that she was naked, she has nightmares and takes her pyjamas off in the bed and she feels that she need to pee. She is very weird when she can she walks into the bathroom and instead of sitting on the toilet, she sticks her big ass out and then pees herself and wets the floor of the bathroom. She drinks a big glass of water, she drinks all of it and feels she needs to pee again. Instead of turning to use the toilet she walks out and goes back into bed and pretends to go back to sleep and wets the bed. She then get up and saw that she hadn’t shaved her pussy so she goes back to the bathroom to shave it. She get her razor and starts shaving it, but she doesn’t know that she has to shit. So she keeps shaving and she starts making farts, she thinks making farts when no one is watching funny. She keeps shaving then she makes three new farts and one more, but it is a wet fart and her shit falls on the floor she then realising it then, but she keeps messing on the floor. She finished shaving her pussy and then cleans up her messy accident.  She gets changed putting her white pants on and her light brown skirt and white top with light brown jacket. She then makes herself breakfast, she poured herself a big glass of orange juice and goes to her car and starts driving to work. On the way she fells her bladder hurting and she had to pee, but she couldn’t go now. She was very close to her work then on the sign it is rest area 31 miles, instead of going left to work she went right to the rest area. She continued riding and felt her urge getting worse, so she thought of putting some music on. That was not a good idea because after the song there was an add about water and played the sound of rain, she quickly turned it off. She sat there holding on trying not to pee herself. She looked at the sign saying 21 miles, she said that she would have wet herself by then. Her bladder was now half full and she squirmed, screamed and squeezed her legs together. She then look at the next sign saying 10 miles, she squirmed even more. 9 8 7 6 5 4. When she got to 3 miles and had a full bladder, 3/2 she dampened and made her panties wet coming out of her pussy. Only 1 mile away she finally got there but found out the bathroom was a long walk to do because she took the back way and would wet herself in public halfway there. So she pulled her skirt down then her panties first she inspected her leaks. She took it off and moved her set back and peed on the car mat, relieving herself and feel the warmth of her hot golden pee. She then turned around and went back to work. She drove back to her work but she knew that wasn’t the worse, the worst was still to come.  She then asked for some coffee to be sent to her desk number 1989, her coffee come as she was creating new news articles, she then found that they gave her two coffees as she drank the first one up. She was halfway finished her article and drank the last coffee, she felt the urge to pee again.”Oh no not now!” she said, she hold in her urge but then thought of something it didn’t matter if she peed herself because she had her legs under a table, she had a spare skirt and panties in her handbag. So she sat there finishing her article, then when she finished she then drawed herself peeing her panties. She then looked  at the time it was 3:00 PM it was time to met Bruce, but she hadn’t peed yet so she walked to the little girl’s room as she called it and sat on the toilet but nothing come out so she pulled everything back up and exited the building to get to her car to drive to Wayne Manor. She then looks at the signs and sees that there is also a sign pointing to the rest area the same one she went to. She then finally gets to Wayne Manor, Alfred comes opening the door for Vicki he then said “Master Wayne is expecting you” and walks in and see Bruce in his favourite tuxedo. Bruce says that he’s got a wonderful gift for her, it was a white dress she puts it on. Bruce takes her to the table as Alfred has cook lunch, Bruce then says “do you want a drink?” Vicki says “yes, please a champagne.” Bruce says “Alfred bring out the he champagne.” Alfred does as they finish eating and Vicki needs to pee, so she asks Bruce where is the bathroom? Bruce replies with keep walking straight down on the right side. She follows that and finds the girl’s bathroom and walks in she goes into the first vacant room. She pulls down her dress and sits on the toilet peeing. Then she hears Bruce’s voice calling Vicki, Vicki, VICKI!!! Vicki fell asleep and she wets herself in her dress. Then Bruce takes off her dress and lets her stay in her her wet panties and bra they then go into the bedroom Vicki takes off her bra and panties and Bruce takes off his tuxedo and pants. They both are lying in the bed and kissing until the Bat signal showed up. Vicki thinks that Bruce likes her weird side. Edited January 25, 2018 by Batman007 (see edit history)
I'm a lurker, so this is my first post - apologies for any inaccuracies. I can't figure out how to tag, so here it is: Contains male desperation, female wetting and improbable sexual scenarios. Danny glanced at the clock in the kitchen before packing the last of the Christmas drinks. Alice was still bustling around arranging the presents in the back seat of the car, and they were going to be late. It was his first Christmas with his girlfriend's family, and he wanted to make a good impression. Turning up late was not the way to do it. He wrestled briefly with the zip on the cooler bag before tipping the ice cubes that didn't fit in the cooler, into the sink. The cold of the ice sent a small twinge to his bladder, and he checked the clock again before making for the toilet. He wasn't desperate, but in Christmas traffic, it was probably better to be safe. “Are you coming Dan? We're going to miss the meet and greet!” came Alice's voice from outside, and Danny stopped in his tracks, half way across the lounge room. He turned from the bathroom with a shrug and grabbed the cooler and keys. It was only an hour's journey, and he could easily make it that far. Alice played it down, but he knew family was important to her, and she'd warned him in advance of the meet and greet. Her family didn't see each other often, so when they got together, it was a very 'huggy' affair at the beginning. He wanted her to be there on time so she didn't miss the emotional reunion. It was what Christmas was all about. Besides, he could always just use the toilet when he got there. Dan hopped into the passenger seat as Alice playfully revved the engine. “Ready for the best Christmas ever?” she asked, and raised her eyebrow, giving the car another teasing rev. Danny grinned and cranked up the music. Deep bass and rock and roll burst forth from the speakers. Carols were overrated. “Now I am,” he replied. Alice laughed, tossed her inky hair and the car lurched forward onto the road. Dan sat back and listened to the music. Sitting down made him remember his need for the toilet, but the music was distracting enough, and when he leaned back in the seat, he could barely feel it. Even if there was some traffic, he'd probably be fine. The traffic was better than he'd anticipated, and they arrived in just over and hour. With the music turned down to a more respectable level, they pulled into the driveway. His need had grown from trifling to uncomfortable, but he'd made it without too much trouble. Still, he was glad to finally get out of the car. As soon as he stood up, gravity and the thought of his impending relief made his bladder send a pang to his penis. He gave it a quick squeeze through his pocket, and the pressure eased after a bit. He was definitely regretting slamming down that energy drink on the way, but relief was just through the door, and he'd need the energy before the night was through. Danny let out a tense breath. He heard Alice pop the trunk for the presents and quickly composed himself. “Give me a hand with these would you?” she said, handing him the cooler bag in one arm, while hooking multiple gift bags over the other. He accepted them all with good grace and followed her inside. At the door she gave him a strange look. “You ok?” she asked. Oh shit. He thought. I must have been grimacing. “My family aren't that scary, you know. I'm the scariest one, and you love me, so you'll do fine.” Dan pressed his lips together. “It's not that,” said, shifting restlessly. I just really need a piss. - He wanted to say, but suddenly the door opened, and Alice was pulled into the house by a hoard of loving arms. Danny was welcomed just as warmly, and as soon as he was relieved of his bundle of presents, he was swept up in hugs and handshakes and introductions. “Danny!” his girlfriend's father gave him a firm handshake and a bottle of beer. “Good to see you finally made it down this way.” He gave an unofficial cheers and took a swig of the beer, motioning for Danny to do the same. “Drink up, Son,” he encouraged. “It's only Christmas once a year.” Danny grinned and took another deep drink, ignoring the ache in his belly. “It's good to finally be here, Mr Carter,” he replied. “Can't have too many of these though,” he held up the beer. “I have to drive back tonight.” And they're making me want to piss a river right now.. “Cool it on the 'Mr Carter' there, Danny. You're making me sound old!” he joked. Danny laughed politely, the laughter pushing the piss downwards in sharp jolts. He swallowed a curse and clenched his ass muscles a few times, trying hard not to let anything show. Alice had told him once that her parents were rockers from way back, but you wouldn't know it to look at them now. Now, they were the very picture of suburban living. “Better call me Joe, so my mind doesn't catch on that my body's aging.” “I wouldn't say that, Joe,” he countered warily, and Joe guffawed. “No,” he said. “I bet you wouldn't say it. The eyes can't lie to the brain, but thank god we have a filter between our mouths and our eyes, eh?” His face was crinkled with good humour. “Now let's introduce you to the rest of the gang, shall we?” Danny's bladder sat heavily in his body – a constant pressure. He really needed to go. Preferably soon. “Actually, Joe...” he started to ask directions, but Joe was already dragging over an Aunt and her golden retriever. He took another absent-minded sip from the beer, and was surprised to find it half empty already. “Now this is Aunt Betty,” Joe introduced the doughy woman, and she immediately swept him up in a crushing hug. Her rotund belly was pressing rather firmly into his bladder, and the beer in his stomach was sloshing around, but he hugged her back as hard as he dared. She made small talk with him for what seemed like eternity while he clenched his muscles and focussed all his attention on not shifting from foot to foot like a toddler. It was important to Alice that he make a good impression. She'd never say it, but a lot was riding on this. He knew it. And he wouldn't mess it up by talking distractedly or seeming like he wanted to escape, even though his body was yelling at him to escape as soon as possible. He could already feel the beer trickling down to join the rest of the liquid. “And this is Rocket,” Betty introduced the dog, which proceeded to jump up and put it's paws on his legs, tail wagging excitedly. Danny had to bend down suddenly to catch Rocket before her paws could land anywhere more damaging, and the ache became a keen throb. Shit. This has gotten much worse than when I was sitting down. If he could have grabbed himself, he would have. All he could do was to press his thighs together as discreetly as he could, but his bladder felt tight now, like a balloon filled to capacity. Luckily, as he looked up, he saw Alice making her way over. He could find his escape and let out all the piss that was making his bladder push against his belt. As Alice finished hugging her Aunt, Danny held his arms out for a hug as well. Alice gave him a 'you're ridiculous look', but hugged him all the same. As she went to pull away, he held her tight for a longer hug and whispered in her ear. “Where's the toilet? I'm just about bursting.” He felt her snicker against him and whispered “Up the stairs and to the right.” Danny sighed with relief and kissed her on the cheek. He pulled away, satisfied that Aunt Betty was content with catching up with her niece, and made his way to the stairs. “Finished already?” Joe sneaked up on him and lifted the empty beer bottle from his hands. Danny was incredulous. Had he really finished that? When had that happened? “Yeah,” Danny replied. “Guess I was thirsty.” God, what a lie! - he thought, but what else was he supposed to say? “Well, we've got more where that came from!” he said. “But what am I saying? You have to drive home. Better be punch then!” Joe clapped him on the back and started leading him towards the punch bowl. Danny hung back as Joe poured him a tall glass of yellowish fruit punch. He bit back a hiss as the sound of liquid hitting liquid reached his ears. Joe turned and handed him the glass, cold against his hands. His bladder spasmed briefly and he clenched hard. “Actually, Joe,” he said as casually as he could. “I think I'll just duck up to the bathroom before we head outside.” Joe gave him a distinctly apologetic look. “Grandpa's just headed that way, himself.” Joe shrugged. Danny silently swore. Are you kidding? If you'd not interrupted me earlier I'd be peeing by now! I'd be emptying all the piss in my bladder into any available drain! His bladder gave a violent twitch in sympathy and he gritted his teeth against the wave of pain. “I swear the old hound only drops a bundle once a week, so he'll probably be a while,” Joe said cheerily. Danny paled, and shifted his weight as discreetly as he could. “Long trip up, eh?” Joe asked, sympathetically. “Yeah,” Dan tried to shrug it off, but his bladder was now bulging against his loose suit pants in a way he'd never felt before. “I drank some 'wake me up' juice on the way over, so it's completely my fault.” “Happens to the best of us,” he lamented. “I got caught out on a bus in Hong Kong once. Didn't know a word of Chinese other than 'thank you'. Three hours later and I was ready to pee in my hat if it'd get me out of trouble. Of course, over there, that'd more likely get you into trouble.” Dan laughed weakly. He didn't need to hear his girlfriend's dad reminiscing right now. He needed to piss. Failing that, he needed to squeeze the life out of his cock for a just a moment of relief. But surrounded by these friendly and wholesome people, he could hardly do that. And his bladder was no longer moaning at him, but starting to quietly scream. If he could just loosen his belt a little without anyone noticing... “Come on,” Joe said. “I need a hand with the barbecue. Might take your mind off it for a minute.” Danny nodded. That actually sounded helpful. His belt was still digging in painfully, but walking helped a little, and being distracted might help a lot. Of course, lifting the barbecue out of the shed and onto the porch was much more painful than he anticipated. As he lifted the back end of the grill onto the deck, his belt dug in. He gasped as he felt a dribble of piss wet the front of his briefs. With a handful of barbecue, he couldn't hold himself, and he couldn't cross his legs in front of all these people, so he pressed his thighs together and trapped his penis between the deck and his legs. It hurt, but it eased the pressure for the second it took to put the grill down. He stole a quick glance at his crotch to make sure the leak wasn't visible. It wasn't. But his bladder was. It bulged hideously underneath his belt, rock hard and slightly rounded in his usually flat stomach. Anyone who didn't know him might have thought he had a bit of a pudge in front. But even though he'd never seen it like this before, he knew it was his bladder, stretched achingly large over an ocean of piss. He barely suppressed a whine. “I'm just going to go check on Grandpa,” he bit out, his smile brittle. Joe nodded, his face understanding as he must have realised how dire Danny's situation was. Mercifully, no one stopped him on the way to the stairs. He managed them as quickly as he could while nursing what felt like a bowling ball in his pelvis. He could feel the pee pushing against his sphincter, burning in his penis from his earlier leak. As he reached the upstairs corridor, he looked around. The door to the toilet was still closed, but the corridor was clear. He gave in and grabbed his cock firmly through his pants, crossing his legs almost double. He let out few puffs as he tried to breathe through it, and felt the sweat bead on his forehead. He marched on the spot, rubbing his thighs together as he loosened his belt three whole notches. This was bad. If the old codger didn't get out of there soon, he might just piss himself. He adjusted himself through his grey suit pants and was surprised to find himself at half mast. Seriously? Was he getting turned on? Was he getting hard over this, or was the pee so desperate to find more room it had started migrating south? His hand squeezed and released his cock as he urgently fidgeted. His bladder was so rock hard he couldn't even touch it. He thought it might burst. That energy drink was a mistake. The beer was definitely a mistake. And the few sips of punch he'd drunk to be polite was one mistake too many. They were all pooling down in his abdomen, bursting to get out. It pushed its way down his half hard cock and he felt a thin spurt escape, even as he clamped his hand down painfully with everything he had. He choked back a groan, and he felt his eyes start to tear up. A tiny wet spot appeared on the front of his grey trousers as he regained control. At that point, he heard the bathroom door open, and a truly ancient man shuffled out, followed by a waft of foul air. There may have been more truth in that 'weekly poop' joke than he originally thought. Before the old man could get a look at him twisted up like a pretzel, Danny quickly shifted so he was holding himself through his pockets. Never mind me. He thought. Just casually holding back Niagara Falls. Eventually the old man cleared the doorway, and Danny thought to rush by him. But as he moved, the geezer stopped him. “Wouldn't go in there yet!” he said kindly. “I dropped a doozy. Toilet's all blocked up. Joe will fix her right up.” No! Dan swallowed a whimper and gave a tight smile. “I'll have a look at her,” he said, in what he hoped was a reassuring tone. Though what he was going to do, he didn't know. The toilet was right there in front of him, and full to the brim with sewage water. He couldn't use it, and he couldn't let go of his cock long enough to unblock it. And he sure as hell didn't want Joe to see him squirming like a three year old. Danny entered the bathroom and closed the door, the smell of faeces overpowering. At the sight of the toilet, his bladder contracted and he crossed his legs and felt his cock throb in his grip. But it was no use. He could feel the piss forcing its way down into his penis. He was going to wet himself, here in the home of his girlfriend's parents. Danny scrambled at his belt, panicking. The toilet was too full to use, but the sink might do. His cock let go another spurt as he made up his mind. He tore at the zipper of his pants and pulled out his penis, and with barely enough time to aim, exploded into the sink. A torrent of piss was forcing its way out of him, splashing against the sink with what he thought must be the force of a fire hose. He released a breathy groan and panted at the ecstasy of it. One second, two, three, four, five and it was still strong and painful. And then there was a knock. Danny swore and clamped down on his stream with everything he had. He desperately danced on the spot, and after a second of agonising clenching, he was able to stop the flow and tuck himself back in. It felt like being kicked in the guts. His penis was burning with the need to release again, having had one sweet taste of relief. But the pressure in his bladder had slackened a bit, and he was able to quickly do up his fly and belt and spray the sink with a bit of water before he waddled to the door. He opened it a crack to see Joe with a rueful expression. “I heard Grandpa made a mess,” he sighed. “Enter at your own peril,” Danny managed a small joke. “Thought I'd close the door to limit the damage.” He sure as hell hoped that Joe bought that lie, and didn't question the back-splash on the mirror behind the sink. His bladder was still fluttering and straining. Five seconds of relief hadn't been anywhere near enough. “You take your life into your own hands trying to unclog that toilet after he's been in it,” Joe said. “I'd better have a look.” Dan smiled around his clenched jaw and nodded, holding the door open. “I'll leave it to the experts then,” Danny said and walked out of the bathroom, his cock still pulsating fiercely, and the wet spot cooling rapidly against his glans. It was a strangely erotic feeling. If he wasn't in so much pain, he might even have enjoyed it. Dan leaned against the railing of the stairs until Joe came out looking flustered. “That was quick,” he said optimistically. Joe shook his head. “It's a job for the plumber, that one,” he said. “I doubt we'll get one out today, so I guess Marge and I will be spending Christmas night elsewhere!” Danny swallowed hard. Shit. “So that's the only toilet,” his only hope was rapidly dying. His bladder was refilling that tiny space he'd given it very quickly, and now that he'd tasted release, his holding power was reducing with each passing second. “'Fraid so,” Joe confirmed. “Sorry, Buddy,” he said, and he did look apologetic. “I know you were hoping for a squirt. As it is, I think we'll have to change venues. We can hardly host a meal with champaign and punch and not have somewhere for the little ladies to tinkle.” “What's that, Dad?” Alice poked her head up the stairs. She saw Danny and gave a little worried smile. “I was wondering if you'd gotten lost.” “Danny was just helping me with the toilet,” Joe said smoothly. “Grandpa's gone and blocked it completely.” “Oh no,” she said, looking a bit more concerned. “I was just telling Danny we'll have to move venues. It's hardly fair to fill you all up with Christmas food and drink and offer you nowhere to empty it out again.” Danny caught Alice looking pensive, a question in her eyes for him. “What about our place? We're the closest, and we have an extra room if you wanted to stay the night,” she said after a beat. “You'll never get a plumber out on Christmas.” Joe threw Danny a proud look. “She's a smart cookie, that one.” Danny nodded. Maybe once they got on the road, he could stop at a gas station. The closest one he could find. That was, if he didn't piss all over himself in the mean time. “Should we get a head start so we can tidy a bit and childproof the living room?” he asked hopefully. “Sounds like a plan,” Joe agreed. “You two hit the road, and we'll round up everyone and their dog and get them all moving.” Danny could have kissed him. Still holding himself through his pocket, pretending he was looking for his keys, Alice and Danny descended the stairs. With barely a backwards glance, Danny walked out to the car and unlocked the doors. Alice trailed behind him, walking stiffly and briskly. He knew that walk. She either had to pee as well, or she was annoyed at him. “Do you really hate my family that much?” she asked cautiously, half joking, half not. Danny paused before getting into the car, looking at her across the roof. Annoyed it was. “What?” he asked, confused. He was struggling to keep his legs still, desperately trying to hold back the impending tide. “You couldn't wait to get out of there,” she said. And it wasn't quite an accusation. But it wasn't quite a question either. Danny bit his lip as another strong urge rocked through his body. He wanted to wet. He so badly just wanted to let it all go. He couldn't help it, he squirmed and bobbed and squeezed his penis tight until the urgency receded. Alice's eyes widened in understanding. “Oh shit!” she said. “Didn't you go before?” Danny scissored his legs as he shook his head. “Your Grandpa beat me to it, and blocked the toilet.” “But that was,” she looked at her watch, “almost an hour ago.” Dan groaned as his overstuffed bladder gave a vicious stab. “I've actually had to go since we left,” he confessed. “Shit,” she said again. In half a second she seemed to have made up her mind. “Undo your belt and your zipper and get in. You can drive. The distraction might help.” Danny followed her orders and whimpered when he sat down as his thighs pressed into his bulging bladder. Alice's eyes bugged at the sight. She reached out a gentle hand to stroke the bulge. His bladder quivered underneath her touch, and he cursed. “Sorry,” she said, withdrawing her hand. “It's so huge. You poor thing!” Danny gave a grunt, and her eyes were drawn lower. He was still at half mast, but under her touch, his prick was beginning to have other ideas. Alice looked intrigued. “That helps, actually,” he was surprised. The growing arousal was warring with his desperation. Alice looked inspired. “I have an idea. Get driving,” she commended. Danny acquiesced. It took half a second to start the car and get going. Gear changes were a special torture, driving his knee up into his throbbing bladder and separating his legs, making it harder to hold. His entire body was tense with the need to release, but he couldn't hold his dick and the steering wheel at the same time. Luckily, Alice seemed to have realised this, and had already leaned over to grip his hardening cock. Five minutes passed this way, and the first gas station they passed was closed. And the second. And the third. “Shit,” he cursed aloud. “I'm not going to make it. God! I gotta pee so bad!” Danny moaned. “Oh god, oh god, oh god no...it's coming. I can't stop it.” He could feel the piss forcing its way down his shaft, and Alice's hand stroked up to his glans to try and stop it. A spurt escaped, but a flare of arousal cut it off. Danny whined pitifully, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on the road. But there he was, almost wetting, with his girlfriend holding his aching cock in his hand, surrounded on the freeway by other families on their way to Christmas celebrations. All of them oblivious to what was happening just meters away. Alice stroked his stiff cock again, gaining a rhythm as she started to wank him off. His need to pee was intense, but it fuelled his arousal, and it wasn't long before he could feel another kind of pressure building. But if he came, he would definitely piss himself. He wouldn't be able to stop it. But fuck, he was close! “Wait, wait,” he gasped, and her hand stilled for a brief moment. She looked up at him, her face calculating, but flushed. She was enjoying this. “I've heard this helps,” she said. He wondered briefly where she'd heard it, but he wasn't in a state to analyse it. He save it for later. “It does,” he panted. “But if you keep doing that, I'm going to cum. And then I won't be able to stop it.” With her hand stilled, the need to pee sky-rocketed, and he jiggled his legs together. Alice began stroking again, but slower. He let out a long whimper. He could feel the piss pressing hard against its prison, desperate to escape his ballooning bladder. But he could feel the cum stirring in the tightening of his balls. It was the best kind of pleasure with the worst kind of pain. He didn't know what to do with himself. Alice looked coy, still rubbing gently, skimming her hand over the sensitive head, and using the pee that escaped as a lubricant. “So if you cum, you'll lose it, but if I stop,” she stopped for a second, and Danny's bladder spasmed and shot out a thin stream of pee. Alice started to stroke again. “You'll lose it.” Danny kept his eyes on the road and panted through the sobs. “Interesting,” she said. “I'm glad you -ah!- think so,” his voice hitched as a stab from his bladder was coupled with a skilful twist of Alice's hand. His dick throbbed as a bead of pre-cum pushed its way out the tip. Fuck he was close. If she moved just a bit faster, he'd bust in two seconds flat. “So I'll just have to keep touching you like this,” she sped up a fraction before slowing right down again. Danny moaned long and deep in his throat, his entire body taut and on the edge. “And you just have to remember that you're not allowed to cum yet.” “Oh, there's a -” Alice called out as Danny drove past an open gas station. “Never mind,” she said in a strained voice. He didn't even notice. He was too lost. Too close. Piss and cum were warring in him and he was ready to burst. He'd been ready to burst for hours. Time and time again, Alice brought him to the edge of orgasm and led him back down again. His cock was painfully engorged, red and glistening with piss and pre-cum and all the while, his swollen bladder burned and pulsated and begged for release. He couldn't have said how long it lasted, but when they pulled into their garage, he was honestly shocked. He turned off the engine to the car, and Alice pulled her hand back. Immediately he was on the verge of wetting again, and he took over, stroking himself lightly. “Well,” Alice said a little breathlessly. She was blushing all the way down to her breasts. “We're here.” Danny opened the door and gasped. He couldn't move. “Get me a bucket,” he rasped. “A bucket?” she asked. “Why?” Danny fought off the urge to stroke himself harder, faster, even though he could feel the cum begging to be released, pushing smalls white beads from the tip of his cock. “If I move, I'll lose it all on the ground.” Alice stood, her posture strangely tense, but after a second she was off like a shot. Half a minute felt like half an eternity as he teetered on the edge, but finally, Alice returned with a bucket. Danny grabbed the lip of the bucket fast, and Alice smacked his had away from his cock and took its place. With a shy smile, she said “I want to do it.” And who was he to argue. With the bucket right in front of him, his piss pushed hard against his cock, and he could feel spurts making their way down the shaft, spraying agonisingly slow into the bucket. His rock-hard bladder constricted so hard it brought tears to his eyes, and Alice, finally sped up her hand. He could feel it building. The pressure was on the rise. He put a hand over his massive, taut bulge and massaged gently, sending shockwaves through his poor, tired bladder. His bladder screamed even as his cock erupted. One, two, three pumps and he was coming. Great white streaks mixed with piss splattered onto the side of the bucket. His vision went white and his hearing dimmed as he cried out in great heaving sobs, and he came, and he came, and he came. Alice slowed her stroking and stopped, avoiding the sensitive head. His bladder tightened in agony, pee straining against his still pulsating cock, and a full minute passed where he could release no more than a thin stream of pee. It was pure torture. He almost cried. But eventually, the dam broke. The pee gradually increased in pressure until it was suddenly gushing out of him and hissing into the bucket, washing the cum from the sides. He heaved and panted and moaned as he finally let go of all the piss he'd been holding on to. His bladder was hurting, even as it deflated. But after almost three minutes of forceful urination, his stream finally slowed, and his bladder deflated. For the first time since the morning, he felt deliciously empty. The bucket held an astonishing amount of urine. He could scarcely believe that it had all been inside of him. “Oh,” a small cry came from Alice, who had stood watching. Her jeans suddenly grew dark as pee trickled down her legs onto the basement floor. She stood and let it flow for a full minute until it puddled on the concrete floor around her feet. Danny looked at her in awe. He'd had no idea she'd been bursting too. But come to think of it, she had been holding herself a bit stiffly when they'd left. He'd just been too distracted to pay attention. But he was paying attention now. The way her jeans glistened and clung to her legs was entrancing, and she looked up at him through her black locks. “I guess I needed to go too,” she said with a simple shrug. She was not embarrassed at all, but her face looked as though it was on fire. Danny felt a little hot himself, watching her touch her wet clothes. “Perhaps we should go get cleaned up?” he suggested. “You look as though you could do with a shower.” He paused. “I probably need on too.” She licked her lips and looked at him through her lashes. “We'd save time if we took one together,” she said coyly. “After all, we've got guests coming soon.” Danny got out of the car and put down the bucket, his pants still hanging loosely around his hips. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips and started to help her out of her wet clothes. “You're unwrapping me,” she said impishly. “Am I your present?” Danny kissed her again, more firmly. “And past, and future.” He grinned as she blushed deeply. “I think I'm starting to believe in Christmas miracles.”
“Ahh…” Kelly smiled and stretched as she woke up for school. 7:00 sharp, as she always did. A tomboyish, tan, fit 18-year-old girl, her red hair hung down to her shoulders. She wore a simple t-shirt and panties combo to bed, and nothing else. She felt if she wore too much she’d get too hot at night. As Kelly woke up, a familiar feeling hit her. She had to pee REALLY badly. She always did when she woke up, it was always inevitable. No matter what she tried, she could never stop herself from having to pee. She ran to the bathroom but realized it was locked. “Ohhh…” she moaned and banged on the door, crossing her legs hard, she didn’t think she could hold it. “Who’s there?” her sister Melanie yelled from inside. “It’s Kelly, open the door! I’ve gotta pee!” “It’ll have to wait!” Mel yelled out, “I just found out I’ve got the flu!” Kelly heard the feint sounds of her sister being sick in the bathroom. She knew she couldn’t wait, but she decided to be nice to her sister and walked back into her room, trying to find something to take her mind off of it. And she did find something. The clock that said 7:50. “Oh my god, I overslept!” Kelly quickly got dressed and ran out of the house, putting her bladder on hold. Kelly, now dressed in a purple t-shirt, black leggings, tights, and a pair of black flip-flops, with her red hair in a ponytail, ran to the bus and got on. The bus ride to school was torture. She sat there squirming hard, crossing her legs to try and keep it all in. She was a bit too shy to hold herself in front of everyone on the bus, but her quivering legs told them all they needed to. She was ready to explode. As the bus arrived, Kelly thanked whatever deity she believed in that she hadn’t leaked yet. She quickly got inside… well, at quickly as she could without spilling, and found the closest bathroom. On the verge of bursting, she walked into the bathroom, only to see, in horror, that all the stalls were occupied! She couldn’t believe it, 4 stalls and none of them had any vacancy! Kelly squirmed hard and, since nobody was around, grabbed herself, trying to hold it all in. Her face showed great pain, she felt agony as her bladder pulsed with every passing second, the pee being pushed to the hole, and her having to snap it shut! Soon a toilet flushed. It made her moan and grip herself tighter, crossing her legs tightly and shutting her eyes, but it had a good side to it. Soon the girl came out of the stall, and Kelly quickly ran inside to take her place. Pulling her tights down, she finally got her sweet relief! It felt amazing, she had never experienced anything like this before. She had never let it get this bad, and she had never released this much pee all at once. It was almost orgasmic… almost. One thing was for sure, though… If she had released this much onto the floor of the school, she would never have lived it down. After seeing her boyfriend, Bruce, and he gave her a soda, she drank it down quickly. She needed to get to class, and they didn’t appreciate sugary drinks in the classrooms. It was a policy that she thought made a lot of sense, if it spilled it would attract bugs. So she finished it quickly and went to class. After her first class was over, she took a big drink of water from the fountain. She was parched, drinking a whole soda actually made her mouth sticky and kinda dry. Afterwards, she talked with her friends a bit. “So,” she said, “I almost didn’t make it!” she was telling her friends about her experience. “I had to pee SO badly, and the bathroom was occupied, I actually came here with a full bladder!” “Wow,” her friend Mandy said, “You made the full, 10-minute bus ride here with a bursting bladder?” “I sure did!” Kelly said, smiling, sort of proud of herself, in a way she never really had been before. “You should be careful,” her other friend, Penelope, told her. “You could lose it at any time if you hold it in for that long, especially with how much you’re drinking!” Penelope had a tendency to get really concerned about her friends, but it proved that she cared. Kelly shook her head. “No need to worry about me, Penny. The school’s got plenty of bathrooms!” She smiled, taking one last sip from the fountain. “They’ve got all I need.” “I-if you say so…” Penelope nodded and blushed a bit. She was a very shy girl. “Just… be careful? Please?” Kelly chuckled a bit and nodded. “Okay, okay… for you, Penelope.” She smiled at her as she left for her second class. She ignored her friend’s advice, passing right by the closest bathroom in order to get to class. As Kelly’s second class was really boring. As the teacher droned on about some geography nonsense, the redhead started to notice a twinge in her bladder. She put her hand up and the teacher let her go to the bathroom. She sighed happily and got up, getting to the bathroom soon, but as she pushed the door, it only went partway. She listened in, and heard some girls talking. “Aah…” she knocked on the door. “H-hey, can you let me in!? I’ve gotta pee!” “Too bad!” one of the girls said. “You’re not allowed in here!” Bitches. They wouldn’t let her in because she wasn’t part of their little group. “Aah…” she put a hand in her crotch. She was so close to the bathroom, but she couldn’t get in! She squirmed, bouncing up and down in place, trying to keep it all in. She was right there! She needed it so badly! She knocked on the door, but there was no response. Kelly held herself as she tried knocking 2 more times, before finally giving up. She knew she wasn’t getting anywhere. She looked around for another bathroom, but didn’t see one around. She shivered a little, bouncing in place and moaning to herself, and slowly walked back to class. Kelly looked at the clock. 20 minutes left. She decided to try and hide it, she was sitting near the middle of the classroom, and beside her boyfriend. It would be embarrassing to wiggle in desperation in the middle of class! Kelly held as still as she possibly could. She did squirm a little bit, but it wasn’t really noticeable, and luckily nobody turned to face her. The 20 minutes went by surprisingly quickly, especially for someone who had to pee, but Kelly was focused on a goal: after class she was going to go! Penelope was right, she didn’t want to burst in the middle of class! She got to the closest girl’s bathroom and sighed in relief, but then stopped. “Hold on…” she said to herself, “I’ve got to be stronger than this!” She remembered that morning, when she held a bursting pot of pee the whole bus ride to school, AND with a couple minutes of a completely full bathroom, waiting her turn patiently! She could keep holding… and she would! Kelly passed the bathroom, on the way to her third class of the day, luckily a bit more of an engaging one this time. By the end of the class, she was nearly bursting again! She squirmed, despite her efforts not to. She tried and tried to stay still, but she couldn’t. But it was enough not to draw anyone’s attention, at least for the moment. She shook a little as she stood up, after the bell rang. She headed for the bathroom, but ran into Bruce. “O-oh, um… h-hey honey…” she looked up at him and smiled, trying to keep her composure. “Hey Kel!” That was his nickname for her. She found it cute. “Wanna walk to class together?” “U-um…” Kelly’s heart sank. She’d have to wait even longer to let all her pee go! It was already hurting. “S-s-sure…” She tried as hard as she could to hold it without grabbing herself, and she was managing, but it took almost everything she had. She clenched her muscles as the two walked together, Bruce smiling obliviously. The two passed a bathroom, and Kelly moaned a bit. ‘You okay Kel?” Bruce heard her! “U-um, fine!” she blushed hard, looking down at the floor. “Just, um… got a cramp…” Bruce nodded. “Oh, okay. Better now?” Kelly nodded. “Yeah, I-I’m… f-fine…” Period four was about an hour long, but it felt like an eternity for the busting redhead. She didn’t even try to hide it anymore. By the time she was halfway through class, if she didn’t hold herself she was going to leak. She shivered in desperation as she looked around the classroom, at all the other students. Her flip-flops ended up slipping off from how much she was shaking. The now barefoot girl looked at the clock. “Th-thirty minutes l-left… c-come on, Kelly, you c-can do this…” Twenty-seven minutes later, she was ready to explode. It felt like it did this morning. Maybe even worse. She couldn’t tell. All she knew was, if she didn’t have both legs double-crossed, with her hands buried in her crotch, she’d explode all over the floor of the classroom. “Aah… I-I need to h-hold on… I-I need to make it… three more minutes a-and I can pee…” That’s when it happened. The announcement. “Attention all students and staff. There has been a severe plumbing malfunction. The system somehow burst, so all bathrooms will be temporarily out of service. Thank you for understanding.” “N-n-no!” Kelly gasped, her aching bladder sticking out. She shivered harder in desperation. Everyone stared at her as the realization sunk in. She couldn’t pee. She needed it more than she ever did before, and she couldn’t do it. She almost cried. She needed the toilet so badly. It hurt. It was beyond hurting, it was agony. “I-I can’t hold it! I need it now! Oh, why didn’t I go when I had the chance!?” After class was over, the bell rang for lunch. She walked to the cafeteria, passing a bathroom and wincing as her bladder reminded her of how badly she needed it. As she sat down with her friends, she took a look around to try and distract herself from her heavy, busting bladder. Though nothing really helped. In fact, a lot of things made it worse. A few kids had water bottles, outside there was a custodian watering some plants, and of course there were juice boxes. She held herself, still not trying to hide it. She crossed her legs. “I-I hope they f-fix the bathrooms, and fast… I-I-I’m gonna e-explode!” she admitted to her friends. “Damn,” Mandy said, “Is it really that bad?” Kelly just nodded, not wanting to try talking again. If she sounded as desperate as she felt, then she didn’t want people to hear her like that. She overheard some people talking. “So she was sprayed with the hose, water went everywhere!” they laughed. Kelly squirmed, starting to sweat from how hard she was working to keep it all in. “Aah… I-I can’t t-take it… a-at this rate, I-I’m going to b-burst!” She ran out of the cafeteria, her boyfriend following her. “Kel, wait!” He found her and stopped her. “Let’s not do this now! People are eating out here. Plus, they haven’t fixed the bathrooms yet.” “T…true… okay, good thinking…” she walked back in, waiting out the clock. She shook in desperation as she waited for the grueling hour-long lunch period to end. Kelly managed to get to the next class, somehow, but she walked past it. She saw the door out of the school and ran towards it. She could pee outside in a bush, nobody would know! Then she could return to class and everything would be fine. She ran out to the door, but was stopped. “Huh?” It was a teacher. “Kelly, where are you going?” “J-just… um… enjoying the breeze?” “Get back to class, Kelly.” She squirmed. “S-sir, may I please… aah… g-go relieve myself first? I can’t concentrate like this!” He looked at her, and noticed how much she was shaking and squirming. He nodded. “I agree. But I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do. The bathrooms are being repaired, you’ll just have to hold it.” “H-hold it!? N-no, I can’t! I-I can’t!” She pushed past the teacher. It was something she didn’t like to do, but she needed this. As Kelly left, she ran out into the hall, and soon found a garbage can, smiling a little, then tried to take off her tights. “W-what?” she pulled and tugged, but they wouldn’t come off without ripping. Her bladder had come out so far, her tights were catching on it! She almost got them down, when a teacher came around the corner. “Oh, nooo!” She squirmed more, jamming her hands back into her crotch, holding herself closed as they teacher approached. “What are you doing out here?” he asked. “Um, n-n-nothing, s-sir…” He nodded. “Very well…” She squirmed even harder, and ran around the halls for a bit, trying in vain to find somewhere private and appropriate to pee. She soon ran into something she really wished she didn’t… she got into the gym, and saw a bunch of kids playing with water balloons. They burst, and she clutched herself, tears forming in her eyes from how desperately she needed release. She ran into what she thought was the hall, but it turns out was the shower room. She saw all the shower heads running and it nearly made her lose it. She leaked a little, getting some drops in her panties. She had to get out of there! She ran out of the gym and stopped. Not because she wanted to, but because her body forced her to. She got a huge wave of desperation and needed to stop. Soon, however, she was joined by Bruce. “N-no… n-not now…” she looked up at him, her legs crossed tightly, her hands pressed into her crotch, as they had been before. “Kel… I’m so sorry…” Bruce frowned. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.” Kelly looked up at him. “I-it’s okay… th-thanks…” she smiled, almost too desperate to pay attention to him. She got another wave and gasped, crossing her legs even tighter. She clenched her teeth, sweating and shaking as she tried not to let her bladder pop like a water balloon. After a few minutes, a few more students came out. Kelly looked up at them. She was walking very slowly. The cold school floor on her now-bare feet wasn’t helping the matter at all. She was on the verge. She felt it. “Aah… B-Bruce… th-this is i-it… i-i-if I take a-another s-step, I-I’m g-g-gonna b-burst!” “Let me help you!” He smiled, kissing her gently. She blushed and leaned into the kiss. And for a brief moment, she forgot about her aching bladder. She sighed happily. It was a really good distraction. Too good. All at once, Kelly’s torrent of hot pee erupted from her body! Her bladder had burst, in front of what had to be at least two dozen students, as well as her boyfriend! She looked down and screamed. “AAAH! NOOOO! PLEASE G-GOD, N-NOO!” Kelly gripped her crotch again, covering the increasingly-big wet spot on her tights and trying to slow the flow, but to no avail, as she closed her eyes, tears forming in them as she sat down in the puddle she created. Her panties turned a dark colour, slowly but surely, spreading out quickly. They were getting soaked, as were her hands. She shut her eyes tightly as the yellow puddle formed around her. This went on for a good minute and a half, the puddle getting bigger, more people crowding around, some staring in awe, some taking pictures, others trying to contain their laughter. Finally she stopped, looking up at Bruce with a mixture of sadness and embarrassment. She looked down at the puddle she made and frowned, knowing her tights were soaked now too. Bruce frowned. “Oh, Kel…” He blushed, helping her off the ground. “B-Bruce…” she hugged him, crying into his chest. Later that day, Kelly was at home, now in dry clothes, and Bruce had come with her. She was sitting on her bed, her boyfriend standing next to it. “Don’t feel bad,” Bruce said, “We all make mistakes.” “Not like that!” she said. “Hey…” Bruce leaned down and hugged her. “I love you. I’ll always love you.” Kelly smiled and hugged back. “I love you too.” “Plus,” he said, “…It was kinda hot.” Kelly blushed. “Thanks, babe…” The End! (This is half of a story trade with Rick Dixon! Hope you all like it! ^_^)
Author's note: This is a story that i wrote for another pee site so it might be a bit more graphic and foul mouthed than my previous works on this site. The theme of this story is about acceptance and finding someone who loves you despite whatever kink you may have.  This story contains relatively soft-core S&M and may not be suitable to some reader's tastes. Read at your own discretion. Enjoy!   Artemis was a twenty-two year old college graduate.  She was extremely beuatiful but she was the type of girl who didn't think she was.  She had a kind personality to the point that she was pretty much a pushover.  She was off to a private lakehouse where her boyfriend Jim had just moved into.  Artemis and Jim had been friends practically since they were in diapers, but became lovers during their junior year of high school.  Jim had always been the handsome and popular jock that the girls loved, the guys envied, and everyone idolized.  That is why it came as such a shock to Artemis that he had chosen her even though there were girls far prettier than she was.  Despite being in a relationship for almost five years, the farthest they had ever gone was some kissing and light petting.  It wasn't for lack of trying on her part, for every time she tried to get closer to him he would always say that he wasn't ready or that it wasn't the right time.  Artemis was especially excited today because it was their five year anniversy and she was bound determined to get him to punch her v-card.   She finally arrived at the house after an hour long drive from the city.  Jim had told her that the door was unlocked and  to come in when she got there.  As Artemis entered the house, she called, "Jim are you in here?"   "I'm in the kitchen," replied Jim.  Artemis walked into the kitchen and saw him busy preparing lunch.   "Whatcha makin?" asked Artemis as she came up from behind him and threw her arms around him.   "Chicken casserole because I know its your favorite," replied Jim.   Artemis kissed his lips and exclaimed "You're the best boyfriend ever!"  She then felt a small twinge in her bladder, a sign that nature was calling.  "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" She asked.   "Go right ahead," said Jim.  "Its down the hall, second door on the right.  Also please do no open any of the other doors in that hallway.  I'm still unpacking and I don't want you to see how cluttered everything is."   "Alright," said Artemis as she walked down the hall.  Just as she was getting ready to open the door to the bathroom, she noticed a light coming from one of the closed doors on the left side of the hallway.  Thinking that Jim must have forgotten about it, she decided that she would turn the light off for him.  As she opened the door, her mouth dropped open as a loud gasp escaped her lips.  The room was filled with S&M paraphenalia from leather whips to  ballgags and even a wooden horse.  Realizing that she had seen something she wasn't supposed to, she began to back out of the room.   "What are you doing in here?" screamed a voice from behind her. The shock of which caused her to jump forward. As she turned around, she was quickly pinned to the wall by an angry Jim.  "I told you not to open any of the doors!" he screamed.   "I'm sorry," cried Artemis.  "I didn't mean too, its just that the light was on and I thought I would turn it off for you."  The look of rage on Jim's face subsided into one of sheer disappointment.   "Well now you know the truth," said Jim.  "I have an S&M fetish and now that you know, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave and never come back.  You and I are done."   "Why?" asked a teary eyed Artemis.  "I promise I won't tell anyone."   "That's not the problem," said Jim.  "To tell you the truth, I'm glad that you found out because it makes ending our relationship so much easier.  You see I've always had the fetish but the reason I held back is because you're too soft too ever be my partner and honestly I'm tired of hiding who I am."  In reality, the reason he hid this side of himself was because he was afraid that he might force Artemis into doing things she didn't want to do and thay he might accidentally injure her in the process.  Also he was scared that if he started doing these sorts of things with her, he might lose control of himself.  Thus, in his mind it was better to push her away for her own safety.   "Please don't leave me," sobbed Artemis.  "I love you regardless of what your into and I'll doing anything you ask so long as we can stay together."  Seeing that words were not going to get through to her, Jim decided that he would need to use his fetish to force her to leave of her own accord.   "Anything, huh?" said Jim, a wicked smile coming over his face.  "I'll tell you what, if you can prove that your capable of being my S&M partner, than I won't break up with you.  However, I warn you that it will be humiliating and that if you fail to follow my instructions, then you fail my test."   "I'll do anything," replied Artemis.   "Then start by stripping naked," said Jim.  Artemis did as she was told. Once she was naked, Jim told her to turn around and as she did, he strapped a fake dog tail to her backside, placed a set of dog ears on her head, and placed a leather dog collar atound her neck.  "From this moment until the test ends, you are my bitch and will follow my orders without talking back."  He took her back to the living room and told her to sit and stay while he finnished cooking.  Ten minutes went by and Artemis began squirming as she remembered that she had not had a chance to use the bathroom.  Another five minutes passed before Jim returned with a  rolled up magazine in his hand.   "I still need to use the...," but before Artemis could finish her sentence, Jim slappped her bare ass with the rolled up magazine."   "Don't speak unless I tell you to," said Jim.   "But I...," and once again he swatted her bare ass,  this time with enough force to cause her to release a jet of piss all over the tile floor.   "You dirty little bitch," said Jim as he grabbed her by  her hair and then pushed her face into the puddle of piss.  "The only way to teach a dog not to mess in the house is by rubbing their nose in it."  Tears began streaming down Artemis's face as she could smell and taste her own piss.  "Crying already, how pathetic.  You know that you could make this end by admitting defeat.  What do you say?"   "Arff!" cried Artemis defiantly, tears still streaming down her face.  Jim proceeded to let go her go, went to the kitchen, and came back with a roll of paper towels and a trash bag.  Artemis was embarrassed as she watched Jim get on his hands and knees and clean her piss.   After Jim was done he said, "Now I'm gonna have to give you a bath."  Aretmis began walking on all fours for the hallway until Jim yelled at her to stop.  "You must have misunderstood me.  Dogs don't get bathed in the bathtub, they get bathed outside."  He opened the door to the back and ordered her to wait outside while he got the materials.  A few minutes later he came out with shampoo and soap and proceeded to wash her with the hose.  It was a humilating experience for Artemis as Jim lathered her breasts and nether regions.  However, she couldn't  help but be turned on by the way he was gently scrubbing her most sensitive areas.  Jim noticed that it was turning her on and commented, "You play the role of a bitch in heat rather well."   After he finished washing and drying her, he brought her back in for lunch.  Artemis was half-expecting for Jim to make her eat a bowl of dog food but was pleasantly surprised to see a bowl of casserole placed in front of her.  She then stuck her face in the bowl and ate the way a dog would as knew that that was what Jim expected of her.  She then drank from the water bowl he provided her and waited for the next order.  Not long after lunch, she began to squirm again.  "Looks like someone needs to be taken for a walk," said Jim as he leashed her up.  As soon as they were outside in the grass, he said, "Well what are you waiting for?  Go ahead and piss." Artemis began to tremble at the thought of pissing infront of her boyfriend, but the desire to pass his test was stronger than her fear.  She proceeded to squat forward as much as she could, just as she had seen female dogs do and released a golden stream of piss into the grass.  Jim watched as the grass and dirt beneath Artemis began to look foamy.  While on the outside he tried to appear cold, on the inside forcing Artemis to piss like a dog was eating away at him.   As soon as she was finished Jim proceeded to take her for a walk around the forest surrounding the lake.  Part way through their walk Jim noticed Artemis squirming again.  "I see that the diuretic I slipped into you food is working."  Before he could say anything else he felt his own bladder call out to him that it was time to go.  Jim then proceeded to walk over to a tree, unzipped his pants, and let loose.  Artemis watched in fascination as she had never seen a man pee infront of her before.  As Jim zipped up, he turned to Artemis and removed the leash.  "This is the perfect time to act like a dog and mark your territory," he said pointing to the tree he had just relieved himself on.  Artemis crawled over to the tree and proceeded to sniff Jim's piss, much to Jim's embarrassment.  She then proceeded to lift her leg and began watering the tree.      "Don't use it all in one place," ordered Jim.  "You need to move around and mark as much territory as you can."  He watched in amazement as Artemis began crawling from tree to tree, each time lifting her leg up and splashing a bit of piss on her target.  Each tree she watered caused Jim to feel a stabbing pain in his chest at he realized he was doing to her the things he had been trying to protect her from.  As Artemis finished her eighth tree, Jim yelled at her to stop as he could no longer bear watching her humiliate herself.  He walked over to her and removing her collar he said, "The test is over, you failed."   "But I did everything you said," cried Artemis. She watched as Jim turned his back on her and began making his way towards the house.  She screamed for him to stop and as he turned around to  face her,  she tackled him to the ground and pulled the collar from his hands.  As she put it back around her neck she said, "I'm not done yet."  She then proceeded to release the last bit of piss she had over Jim's legs.   "What the hell are you doing?" screamed a surprised Jim.   "I am marking my territory," replied Artemis.  " I honestly don't care what sort of fetish you have.  I always have and always will love you for you, kinks and all.  I can see it in your eyes that you were trying to push me away in order to protect me, but I don't want to be protected.  I want to like what you like, because I love you and I want to get closer.  If I didn't I would've left the moment you told me.  I am your bitch and you are my master."   Jim looked at her teary eyed and said, "It's true that I was trying to drive you away in order to protect you.  That's also why I tried to keep you at arms length throughout our relationship beacuse  I was scared of what I might do if  I lost control.  But the truth is that deep down I always wanted to be more intimate with you and for you to accept me even with my kinks."   "You idiot," said Artemis smiling.  "I've always accepted you for who you are just as you have accepted me for me.  As for being more intimate, we can start here and now.  I am naked after all."  Jim smiled at her as he proceeded to remove his clothes.  It was on that day five years in the making that the two made passionate love for the very first time.  From that day forward they became more honest with each other and their relationship only grew stronger.
Author’s note: This story takes place in a medieval fantasy world.  I wrote this for another pee site and am now testing to see if it is a good fit for this site as well.  Thus far i have written three chapters for the main story and two chapters of side story.  I am posting the first part now and will potentially post the rest at a later date based on reactions to the first part. Part 1 The tale begins with four knights camping out in a mountainous region for training purposes.  The first knight and the main heroine of this story was named Elizabeth, though those closest to her called her Lizzy.  She was an elven knight standing at roughly 5’10”, which was on the small side for a full-grown elf.  While not as muscular as other female knights, she was still adept at hand to hand combat and an expert at using weapons like staffs and spears.  The second knight was a female human by the name of Lisanna, but most people called her Lisa.  She stood at roughly five feet tall and had a somewhat muscular frame.  While not especially adept with weapons, she could easily hold her own against a man twice her size in hand to hand combat.  The third knight was a male human who went by the name Hawk.  He was Lisa’s younger twin brother and he towered over her at roughly six feet tall.  While his birth name was not Hawk, he had earned the name on the battlefield for his precision with a bow and arrow.  All three knights had been friends since childhood and since becoming knights had tried to build a guild of their own, with very little success.   The fourth knight was a succubus who had joined their guild only recently bringing the grand total of guild members to four.  Her name was Lilith, although Lisa called her Lily, much to her chagrin.  She stood at approximately 5’5” and had the bustiest figure of the girls.   Lilith was not necessarily adept with weapons, but showed great talent with close quarters combat and magic.  She was known as the prankster of the group, often taking great pleasure in teasing Hawk.  It was on this trip that she would be the one to have the most fun. It was around noon on the first day of the trip, and the group of knights had decided to set up camp for the day.  They had been walking through the mountainous region in full armor since dawn and all of them were exhausted.  As they sat down to rest, Lilith began to remove her armor.  Much to everybody’s shock, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  “Can’t you show any damn decency!” cried Hawk as he averted his gaze. “Oh, come on,” Lilith said playfully.  “I just love the feeing of the cold steel caressing my bare skin.  Besides you know you love seeing me naked.  The ringing sound your armor makes each time you see me naked doesn’t lie.” she said as she pointed to the crotch of Hawk’s armor.  Hawk’s face went beat red since he couldn’t deny that seeing her naked had an effect on him so instead he tried to drink nonchalantly out of his flask.  Lilith noticed this and teased, “Awe, is the virgin knight embarrassed.”  This caused Hawk to do a spit take for the record books. Just as he was getting ready to respond back with a witty retort, Lizzy got up and said, “Now stop it you two.  We came here to have fun and to train.”  She reached into her knapsack and pulled out some clothes and began making her way for the forest.  “I’m going to go change.  None of you better follow me.”  And with that, she headed off into the forest. By this time, Lilith had put her clothes on and Hawk was just beginning to remove the top half of his armor.  “How much you want to bet that the reason that she doesn’t want anyone to follow is because she has to pee?” teased Lilith. “I wouldn’t put it past her, after all she does have the weakest bladder out of all of us,” said Lisa. “We shouldn’t be talking about what a person does in private nor should we be making bets on it,” said Hawk, although he could imagine that both girls were probably right. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Meanwhile, Lizzy had found a spot to change out of her armor.  She placed her clothes on a tree stump while she began removing her armor.  While not naked underneath her armor like Lilith was, she did not want anyone to see that she was only wearing underwear underneath.  While this normally would not have been a big deal to other female knights, for elven knights it was a matter of pride as it was looked down upon for a female knight to be seen in such a state of undress by a member of the opposite sex that was neither family or their lover.  As she removed her armor, she placed it on the stump where the clothes were.  Suddenly she felt a strong urge to pee.  Looking around to make sure that nobody was around to see her, she quickly pulled down her panties and squatted down.  She watched as a jet of piss arched out from beneath her and slammed into the dirt and grass in front of her, creating a foamy puddle.  She estimated that her stream must have been about three feet long and her face became flushed as she realized how loud it was.  However, she was thankful that no one was around to hear her.  At least that was what she thought.  About twenty feet in front of her the bushes started rustling.  Lizzy stopped her stream and grabbed the dagger she had taken with her for protection.   Before she had time to react, something darted out of the bushes and went straight for her.  All she could do was scream. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Back at the camp Hawk and the other two girls were still conversing.  “Oh, come off it virgin,” said Lilith.  “Everyone pees, even the high and mighty Elizabeth.”  She noticed that Hawk was blushing.  “Or could it be that you don’t want us to know that the thought of her peeing turns you on.” “Shut up!” screamed an irritated Hawk.  “It’s not like that at all.” “Awe, it looks like I made the virgin upset,” teased Lilith.  “You know honestly I think you should just fuck her already.”  Hawk’s face couldn’t become any redder as he gave Lilith the death stare. “Lily is actually right for once,” said Lisa.  “You’ve had a crush on Lizzy since we were kids.  Why don’t you just tell her that you want to be more than guildmates.” “I would if I could, but it’s not that simple,” replied Hawk as his gaze shifted from Lilith to his boots. “She’s an elf and I’m a human.  Her family would never accept a lowly human like me as their daughter’s husband.  Plus, her family has already chosen another elf to be her fiancé.” “Well, does she like the guy?” asked Lisa. “As far as I know she doesn’t, but it is tradition for a female elf’s parents to decide who she is going to marry,” said Hawk. “That’s a load of horseshit!” screamed an angry Lilith.  “Women have the right just as much as men to decide who they’re going to marry and if I had to bet, Lizzy probably feels the same way.” “Even so, it doesn’t matter,” said a depressed Hawk.  “To elves, tradition is practically binding.  It’s better for everyone involved if I don’t try to violate that tradition.” Suddenly Lisa grabbed her brother by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to her face.  “Listen here you virgin piece of shit.  Stop being such a goddamn coward.  All you need to do is unsheathe your holy sword and storm her sacred palace.” “What the hell are you talking about?” asked an extremely confused Hawk. “She’s telling you to be a man and make a woman out of Lizzy,” replied Lilith.  Before Hawk could say anything more, he heard a scream coming from the direction that Lizzy had walked off to.  Grabbing a dagger from his open knapsack, he ran in the direction of the scream while yelling at the other two girls to stay where they were.  He only hoped he could make it in time. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As Hawk neared the spot where Lizzy was he saw her sitting on the ground in a state of shock.  As he continued running he saw the source of her shock was a giant green snake that had climbed a tree a few feet away from her and looked like it was getting ready to attack her again.  Thinking quickly, he hurled his dagger at the snake, pinning it to the tree and ultimately killing it.  As Hawk ran towards Lizzy, he slipped on the puddle of piss and fell forward.  Hawk blacked out for a second.  As he came to, he realized that he had landed face first into something soft and slightly hairy that also had the faint aroma of urine.  Hawk lifted his head up only to realize that he had landed face first into Lizzy’s bare pussy.  He quickly jumped back and bowed his head furiously as he apologized.  As Lizzy stood up with her hands covering her pussy, Hawk suddenly noticed that there was a trickle of blood running from Lizzy’s inner thigh down her right leg. “Did you get bitten?” asked a worried Hawk.  Lizzy, still in shock nodded her head.  Hawk grabbed her hand and led her to the tree stump.  “Let me take a look at it.”  Lizzy opened her legs while still doing the best to cover her pussy.  Unfortunately, Hawk could not see the wound with her hands in the way.  “I can’t see anything with your hands in the way,” said Hawk.  Lizzy removed her hands, allowing Hawk to see a pair of fang marks high up on the inside of her right thigh. “Try to stay still while I suck the poison out.” “Okay,” said a blushing Lizzy.  Hawk then proceeded to stick his head between her thighs and began sucking out the poison. Part way through the procedure he heard his sister yell, “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing.  I know what I said back at the camp but this is certainly not the place for that sort of thing.”  Hawk turned around to see both his sister and Lilith staring at him “Wow,” said Lilith.  “I guess you got balls after all. Good job mister virgin.” “It’s not what you think!” cried Hawk.  “Lizzy got bitten by a snake and I’m trying to suck the poison out.” Lilith looked over at the dead snake pinned to the tree.  “Just so you know, if that’s the snake that bit her, there is no need to suck on the wound.  While it does secrete a toxin, it’s perfectly harmless.”  However, what Lilith didn’t tell them was that the toxin did have some side effects that were sure to be amusing. Hawk turned his head back towards Lizzy.  “Isn’t that great? You’re going to be just…”  but before he could finish his sentence a torrent of piss splashed all over his face, some of it landing in his mouth.  Lizzy had reached her breaking point and could no longer hold back the stream she had pinched off before the snake had bit her.   She pressed her hands against her crotch and closed her legs but the damage had been done. “I’m so sorry,” she cried as tears rolled down her face. “It’s alright,” said Hawk calmly as he took his shirt off and used the dry part to clean his face.  “Accidents happen,” he said with a reassuring smile. “And I’m sure drinking her piss was a happy little accident for you,” teased Lilith. “Oh, shut up you damn demon!” screamed Hawk. “Let’s go get you cleaned up,” said Lisa to Lizzy as she walked her to the river where the group would be bathing the next few days. “We should probably get you cleaned up too,” said Lilith as she looked at Hawk and pinched her nose.  “You absolutely reek.” All the while she thought to herself that this trip certainly was going to be interesting. Part two coming soon!!!
Part 2 Immediately following the pee incident, Lisa escorted Lizzy to the river to help clean her up.  Realizing that she had not brought anything to dry off with, she told Lizzy that she was going back to the camp to fetch a towel and some bandages for the leg wound.  As Lisa returned to the camp she found nobody there.  Thinking that the other two had gone off to get Hawk cleaned up, she decided that she would use the time to take a bath in the river as well.  She grabbed her knapsack with her clothes in it along with a pair of towels and some bandages and headed back for the river.   What she didn’t know was that while she was preparing for a bath, her brother was being tormented by Lilith. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. While Lisa was escorting Lizzy to the river, Hawk was busy trying to process what just happened.  As he turned to Lilith to ask if he was dreaming, he noticed that she was busy removing the dead snake from the tree.  “What do you plan on doing with that snake?” asked Hawk, not really sure if he wanted to know the answer. “I plan on cooking it for dinner,” said Lilith.  “Also, the toxins extracted from these bad boys make great ingredients for potions.” “While you’re doing that, I’m going to go get cleaned up,” said Hawk.  He went back to the campsite grabbed some clean clothes and a towel and set off for a different part of the river than where Lisa had taken Lizzy.  As he arrived at the river, he proceeded to strip naked and began stretching.  Hawk then walked over to the edge of the river and stuck his foot in it.  “A little cold, but it will have to do,” said Hawk to himself.  Just as he was getting ready to enter the river, he heard whistling coming from behind him.  To his horror, Lilith was standing behind him and she was now holding his clothes  in her hands.  “What are you doing here?” he asked furiously. “I just wanted to have a little fun at your expense,” teased Lilith.  Before Hawk could say anything more, Lilith took off running up the river bank with his clothes. “Get back here you damn demon!” screamed Hawk as he chased her, completely ignoring the fact that he was running through the forest buck naked.  A few minutes later he caught up to her on a hill that dropped off just above the river.  “Give me back my clothes,” he said desperately trying to catch his breath. “You mean those clothes down there?" Lilith asked motioning towards the drop-off. “You didn’t!” screamed a horrified Hawk as he ran to the edge of the drop-off. “Don’t worry,” said Lilith calmly.  “I would never do something that cruel.  But trust me, you’ll thank me later for what I’m about to do.” “What the hell are you talking about?” asked Hawk.  Just as he turned around, Lilith slammed her body into his causing him to lose balance and fall over the drop-off.  “YOU BITCH!!!”, he screamed as he began falling towards the water. “Like I said, you’ll thank me later,” screamed Lilith back at him. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. While Hawk was busy being tormented by Lilith, Lisa and Lizzy were enjoying their bath in the river.  “Do you mind if I ask you something about what happened back there?” asked Lisa.  “Go ahead,” said Lizzy. “Why did you piss all over my brother’s face?  Is it some sort of weird kink you two have?” asked Lisa. Lizzy’s face became red with embarrassment.  “Look, it was an accident and nothing more.”  However, the look in Lisa’s eyes told Lizzy that she didn’t believe her.  “Fine, I’ll tell you the truth.  The thing is that I have a condition where I tend to lose control of my bladder when I become extremely embarrassed.  What happened was truly an accident though.” “That’s weird,” said Lisa.  “I’ve seen you embarrassed loads of times and not once have I ever seen you do something like that.” “That’s because it only seems to happen when Hawk is around,” said Lizzy.  “I don’t know what it is about him but every time I embarrass myself in front of him I tend to have a bathroom emergency.  It’s been that way ever since we were kids.  The only difference is that I wasn’t able to get away in time.” “That’s gotta suck,” said Lisa.  “Do you think it could be because you have feeling for my brother?” “Absolutely not!  I don’t even see your brother that way,” denied Lizzy.  Although truthfully, she wasn’t quite sure what her feelings were towards Hawk.   “Do you think we could maybe talk about something else?” asked Lizzy, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible. “Sure,” said Lisa.  “What do you want to talk about?” “How about how the water feels a little chilly today despite how sunny it’s been?” asked Lizzy. “Oh, I can fix that,” said Lisa smiling.  Before Lizzy could ask Lisa what she meant by that, the water around her felt suddenly warmer.  It took a few seconds for Lizzy to register what was going on. “Are you peeing?” asked a horrified and slightly disgusted Lizzy.  “If you are, that is incredibly disgusting.” “I’m not,” lied Lisa. “If you’re not, then stand up right now and prove it,” demanded Lizzy. “Fine. You’re right,” said Lisa as she stood up, a stream of yellow piss cascading down her pussy directly into the clear water below her. “Please stop,” begged Lizzy.  “It’s gross.” “How is it gross?” asked Lisa as she pinched off her stream.  “Fish and other creatures pee in rivers, lakes, and oceans all the time.  How is this any different?”  Lisa noticed that Lizzy’s face had gone an even brighter shade of red and that Lizzy could no longer meet her gaze. “Hold on a sec,” chuckled Lisa.  “Are you honestly telling me you never once peed in a river or lake while taking a bath?” “Of course not!  It is improper for a lady to do such things,” replied an indignant Lizzy.  “Besides my mother always said that good girls don’t urinate where they bathe.” “Wow,” said Lisa.  “Your childhood must’ve sucked.”  She then walked over to Lizzy and grabbed her breasts, causing Lizzy to shoot up from the water. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!” cried Lizzy as Lisa ran her fingers around her nipples. “You always were such a little princess,” said Lisa.  As she maneuvered her hands around Lizzy’s breasts, she couldn’t help but feel envious as her own were rather flat in comparison to those of the other two girls. “Please let go, and don’t call me that” said a desperate Lizzy.  This was the first time a another girl had ever groped her breasts and it was making her both uncomfortable yet slightly turned on at the same time. “I’ll tell you what,” said Lisa, “if you pee in the river with me right here, right now, I will let go of your breasts.”  Lizzy began shaking her head in defiance forcing Lisa to press down hard on Lizzy’s nipples.  As Lizzy let out a squeal of both ecstasy and pain, Lisa knew she had her right where she wanted her.  “Come on now Lizzy, you’ve spent your entire life doing what your mommy and daddy said was proper for a young lady.  Don’t you think it’s time you did something a little bit naughty for once?  Just think about how fun it would be to do something you were always told never to do.  There’s no one around to judge you for it so why hold it in any longer.  You know you want to.  Now you need to make a decision.  Do you want to be a good girl or a naughty girl?” Lizzy carefully listened to Lisa’s sweet words of persuasion.  Everything Lisa was saying was absolutely true.  She had always acted in the way that her parents told her a true lady should act.  Never once had she dared to be even the slightest bit naughty and secretly she had always envied Lisa for her ability to be naughty without worrying about what others might think.  Lizzy bit her lower lip as she contemplated the answer to Lisa’s question.  “I…I…I… want…I want to bbbbeeee….” “Come out and say it,” ordered Lisa.  “Say you want to be a naughty girl.” “I WANT TO BE A NAUGHTY GIRL!!!” screamed Lizzy finally giving in to temptation.  Suddenly the water beneath her started to turn slightly yellow as she unleashed a small waterfall of piss. “That’s my girl,” said Lisa as she began letting her stream out once more.  “Doesn’t it feel good to do something naughty for once in your life?”  Lizzy nodded in agreement.  Suddenly a loud scream penetrated the air as something large fell into the river from the drop-off directly above them.  Whatever had fallen burst to the surface.  It was Hawk.  Luckily for him, he and landed in a deeper part of the river just inches from a giant rock.  “Dammit Lilith!” Hawk screamed as he climbed up on the rock and shook his fist angrily.  “You could’ve killed me.”  He looked down at the rock and thought himself lucky that he had not landed on it.  The rock itself was high enough that when he stood on it, the water only went up to his knees.  If he had landed on it he knew that things would have been bad.  Suddenly he noticed that the water was warmer here than where he had tried to get in earlier.  Without really thinking, he turned around and was shocked to see both Lizzy and Lisa standing naked and pissing in the water.  Unfortunately for him, he could not get a good view of Lizzy’s breasts as Lisa’s hands were still covering them. “I know what this looks like, but it’s not what you think,” said Hawk.  The girls just stared at him.  “I swear I wasn’t trying to peek or anything.  The only reason I’m here is because Lilith stole my clothes and then pushed me off the drop-off.”  The girls continued to stare at him.  “Come on say something,” pleaded Hawk who was now uncomfortable due to the silence.  “What the hell are you staring at?”  Just as he said it he looked down and realized that the entire time he had been talking, he had been letting it all hang out for the girls to see and to make matters worse somewhere along the way things had stiffened down there.  Suddenly Lizzy began screaming, frightening Hawk to the point that he jumped back into the deep end of the river and began swimming downstream for all he was worth. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Hawk swam a couple miles downstream before he finally stopped.  He figured that by now he must have been a safe distance away from the girls.  “That was quite a show you put on,” said a voice on the embankment above him.  He turned and saw it was Lilith. “YOU BITCH!!!” screamed Hawk.  “This was your plan all along.  Wasn’t it?” “Not initially, no” replied Lilith.  “Honestly I thought you were going to be a man for once and take Lizzy right then and there.  The only thing I didn’t account for was that Lisa might be there.  That’s life I guess.”  She proceeded to walk down to the water’s edge and gently laid Hawk’s clothes and a towel on the grass and turned her back to give him some privacy.  “Don’t worry about the girls, I already explained to them that the whole situation was my fault.  I don’t think they’ll be too angry at you, if at all.” As Hawk got out of the river, he dried himself and then began putting his clothes on.  “Lilith, turn around and look me in the eye,” demanded Hawk, his voice full of anger.  As Lilith turned to face him, he asked her, “Do you honestly think that explaining the situation to them is going to make things better?  Lizzy was so traumatized by seeing me naked that all she could do was scream in terror.  Tell me how am I supposed to face her again?” “Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?” replied Lilith.  “I can see how your pride might be hurt as a result of hearing her scream after seeing you in all your naked glory, but trust me, both you and Lizzy will get over it.  But if it makes you feel better I am sorry that that happened as it was not my intent.” “Fuck you,” said Hawk angrily.  “I don’t care what your intent was.  This time you went way too far.  From now until the trip is over don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t even look at me.  As far as I’m concerned, any friendship we might’ve had is over “Look I said I was sorry,” pleaded Lilith trying to hold back her tears.  “What more do you want me to say?  What more do you want me to do? “There’s nothing more you can say,” said Hawk as he walked past her.    As Hawk began walking up the small hill and back towards the forest, Lilith suddenly ran up behind him and threw her arms around him, using all the strength she could muster to try to keep him from leaving. “I’m so sorry,” she screamed as tears began forming in the corners of her eyes.  “If I could take it all back I would.” “But you can’t take it back,” said Hawk coldly as he broke free of her grip causing Lilith to fall backwards onto the grass behind her.  As Hawk turned around, Lilith could see that the shine that had once been in his eyes was gone. “The moment we get back to town I’m kicking you out of the guild.”  From the look in his eyes, Lilith knew that Hawk wasn’t joking. “You can’t!” screamed Lilith as she grabbed hold of Hawks legs in a mad embrace.  She looked up at him, her once beautiful face was now desecrated by the cascade of tears rolling from her eyes to her cheeks and the bits of snot now running down from her nose.  “Our guild is like a family and families forgive each other.  I swear that I’ll never do anything like this again so please forgive me.  Say you won’t be angry anymore.  Please, I’m begging you to forgive me this one last time.” Hawk bent down and pried Lilith’s hands from his legs.  He grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye.  “You think I’m angry with you?  If so, you’re wrong.” “Oh, thank God,” said Lilith, her voice still choked up by her tears.  “If you’re not angry then will you forgive me?” “No,” said Hawk.  “I understand now that you were trying to help me in your own misguided way so I can’t say I’m completely angry with you.  Instead I’ll say this.  I’m not angry, I’m just done.” Having felt like he said all he needed to say, he got up and continued walking towards the forest. “PLEASE DON’T KICK ME OUT OF THE GUILD,” screamed Lilith.  “I don’t have a home or a family to go back to.  This guild is the only thing I have left.  Please don’t take it away from me.” Hawk stopped in his tracks and without looking back he said, “You should have thought about that before pulling this stunt.”  As he continued walking he raised his arm in a waving motion and said, “Have a nice life.” As Hawk vanished from sight, all Lilith could do was cry as it felt like her world was being torn apart.  She was so distracted that she didn’t hear Lisa or Lizzy come up behind her.  “So, this is where you’ve been hiding," stated Lisa. "How much of that did you hear?" asked Lilith. "Enough," responded Lizzy. “Did you two come here to yell at me too?” Lilith asked as she turned around. “That was our original intent,” said Lisa. “However, it would seem that Hawk has already said what needed to be said,” commented Lizzy. “So, I guess you two are going to abandon me now too, right”? asked Lilith.  She watched as the girls inched closer to her.  She proceeded to close her eyes to await any punishment that the two girls might see fit to give her.  However, instead of a punishment, the two girls squatted down to her level and wrapped their arms around her in a tight embrace.   “What are you doing?” sobbed Lilith.  “You should be punishing me right now.” “I think you’ve been punished enough,” said Lizzy slightly teary-eyed. “Besides what you said is true, our guild is like a family and families forgive each other,” added Lisa, also slightly teary-eyed. “But what if Hawk never forgives me?” asked Lilith, her face now a complete mess. “Don’t worry,” said Lisa.  “I’ve known my brother long enough to know that everything he said to you was said in anger.  I doubt that he meant what he said.” “She’s right,” replied Lizzy.  “He just needs sometime to cool off.  Hawk might not look it but he is one of the most forgiving people I’ve ever known.  Just give him some time.” As Lizzy and Lisa began to release their embrace from Lilith, Lilith tearfully asked, “If you don’t mind can we stay like this for a while longer?” “Take all the time you need,” said Lizzy as both she and Lisa retightened their embrace around Lilith.  As she said this, the once quite forest erupted in the uncontrollable sobs of Lilith as she was embraced by two of the three people she could truly call friends.  As all four knights began to digest what had just happened, all of them had to wonder if things could ever go back to the way they were.  None of the knights knew it but they would face more trials and tribulations before the day was through.  Nor could any of them have known that this trip would set in motion a chain of events that would change their little group forever.